Tome of Blood Chapter 104

Chapter 104-103-The Fallen Priest

"Son, you are saved."

"It's not safe enough outside now, and I need to wrong you to stay here for a while."

"Son, a very unfortunate news, the church has judged you to be purified, and you can no longer go back..."

"Is it true or false? Of course it is true. Don't worry, I will protect you."

"Want to see family? Sorry, that's not possible."

"Let me help you check your body and purify the filth on your body."

"Be obedient! Why are you not obedient?"

"Do you want to be purified by the Holy Light?! Do you want to implicate your family?"

"Good...be obedient, um, that's right, be obedient, that's right..."

"Hmmm... that's great... I like good kids who are obedient."

"Come on, my baby, let me teach you some new knowledge today..."

"Oh dear baby, why are you growing up so fast?"

"Quick... I'm already a little disappointed."

"Who? Who leaked the news?!"

"Do you think that you can escape from my palm?!"

"Do you know who he is? Do you know who is behind him?!"

"Stupid! You are stupid!"

"You will be punished tonight!"

"Cry, cry louder! Shout! Shout louder!"

"Hmph, Anthony, don't think you can threaten me like this!"

"I can agree to cooperate with you, but you must also do something for me!"

"What to do? Of course they helped me deal with them."

"I'm tired of it."

"I need a new baby."

"My dear baby, goodbye..."

"Thank you for your company these years."

Screen finally stops in darkness.

Charlotte withdrew from the fragments of memory, feeling a chill in her heart:

"It turns out... not all the girls who suffered from the Balrog disaster ten years ago were killed."

"Some survived, but were taken away by the great priest."

"He is really a pervert, a pervert who likes young girls!"

"He kept them in captivity, and was caught by Earl Tulip's tricks..."

"They still haven't escaped the fate of being sacrificed, but... their fate is even more miserable than those girls who were sacrificed before the Balrog disaster!"

Charlotte calmed down and looked at the memory fragments behind.

There are not many remaining memory fragments, there are probably hundreds of them.

However, their light is deeper and colder, and the breath they reveal is also more desperate.

Charlotte hesitated for a moment, then continued to read.

Soon, she once again saw the figure of the great priest in her memory.

Do not.

It should be said that every memory that follows has the figure of the great priest.

That sacred and upright clergyman among the citizens of Boulder looks like a demon in **** in the memory fragments!

What he brings to the girls is neither hope nor light, but despair and darkness that gradually slides into the abyss!

These last hundreds of memory fragments represent hundreds of poor girls who were harmed by the great priest and finally discarded to the Drunken Dream Salon!

After reading the memory fragments one by one, Charlotte became more and more angry.

Even as a human being in two lives, looking at some of the depraved and cruel methods and behaviors in those memories, she felt shuddering.

When she browses those memories, she can resonate with the owner of the memory to a certain extent.

She can clearly feel the pain, fear and despair of the girls.

These young girls whose lives have just begun had a bright and promising future, but...in the end, they died in despair under the clutches of the Blood Demon Sect and the Great Priest.

Even if it is death, their souls cannot find peace, and their obsession and resentment will stay here forever.

This is their memory.

is also their resentment.

Charlotte was furious in her heart. She thought she was not a good person, but everything in her memory still broke through her inner moral bottom line, causing her strong discomfort and indignation.

In the depths of her consciousness, the Holy Tome of Blood trembled slightly as her mood changed, as if responding to the master's will, and the terrifying mental fluctuations spread to the surroundings, shaking the entire dream world to the point of collapse...

Charlotte quickly realized her gaffe, and quickly calmed down, and this strange memory space gradually stabilized.

She raised her head and looked towards the front of the corridor.

On both sides, there are no more fragments of memory, and she has reached the end of the dream world.

However, at the end of the road, there is still a piece of the darkest memory, quietly floating in mid-air, shining with a chilling light.

Charlotte comes to the fragment.

She held out her hand one last time.

Touching the dark fragments, huge memories flooded into her consciousness again.

That is the image after the overlapping of thousands of memory fragments...

She saw in the dark cave, hundreds of Gorefiend cultists wearing black robes, holding up demon eyes and dark crosses, worshiping towards the altar of dead bones.

She saw the zenith of the cave, the viscous blood slowly flowing down, pouring into the blood pool, shining with scarlet light, and finally being slowly absorbed by the coffin on the central altar...

She heard countless overlapping fanatic voices praying together:

"Wandering in the abyss and the master of the present world,"

"Fall and Decay Incarnate,"

"Savior of the offspring of blood..."

"The Great Blood Demon Grand Duke—Abadon!"

"Your humble servant, I offer you the power of darkness and despair!"

"Darkness made the body,"

"Despair condenses the holy soul!"

"May your will walk on the earth...as in the Devil's Abyss!"

Frantic prayers echoed.

Charlotte saw the deep radiance spreading and blooming continuously, and saw the black mist constantly permeating...

In the haze, she seemed to see a stalwart figure casting her eyes on the memory fragments.

She felt the vicissitudes of life and ancient eyes fall on the Gorefiend cultist, but the next moment, the mist turned slightly.

She seemed to see a pair of scarlet deep eyes, quietly turned, and looked at herself through countless time and space.

Those are a pair of eyes that are difficult to describe in words.

Crimson, dark.

Like two deep black holes.

Faintly, Charlotte seemed to hear a majestic and cold voice:

"Who?"

The voice seemed to resound in Charlotte's heart, roaring like thunder, causing echoes.

In an instant, the dream world shattered, and Charlotte directly returned to reality.

Her brain was dizzy for a while, the world was spinning, and countless roaring echoes trembled in her consciousness, and she couldn't help but staggered.

She didn't return to normal until the holy tome of blood flickered slightly, and the cool divine power of blood swept across her consciousness.

"Master, are you... all right?"

Sebastian's concerned voice came quickly.

"I'm fine."

Charlotte took a deep breath and said.

Raising her head again, the girl looked at the dead bones in the cave, and finally her eyes fell on the coffin on the altar that was exuding palpitations.

Charlotte's expression was unprecedentedly dignified.

She probably... already knows what kind of ceremony is going on here.

"This is not the ritual of Balrog's summoning."

Charlotte shook her head.

"Isn't it the ceremony of Balrog summoning?"

Sebas' eyes moved slightly.

"Exactly."

Charlotte nodded slightly, eyes fell on the altar in the center of the blood pool, and said solemnly:

"This is…"

"A ceremony to pray for the descending of the gods!" ×2

After speaking, Charlotte was slightly taken aback.

Because the moment she spoke, a crisp and pleasant voice said what she wanted to say almost in unison.

Charlotte hurriedly turned her head.

I saw the little girl in a white dress standing at the door of the cave.

She had an illusory figure, pinched the corner of her skirt, and performed a standard aristocratic etiquette towards Charlotte:

"Hello...great and mysterious existence..."

"I am Marie de Broglie."

As she spoke, she seemed a little hesitant, but in the end she couldn't help but look at Charlotte, with a hint of apprehension on her illusory face:

"Should I…should I call you Miss Charlotte?"

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Sorry for posting late.

I'm about to get engaged. I was busy with related matters during the day, and it was past eight o'clock when I got home and started typing.

There is a high probability that there will be two updates today_(:з」∠)_

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