Gospel of Blood-Chapter 610 : Identity Revealed

The power of the “nuclear blast” gradually dissipated, leaving everything around flattened.

The temple had completely disappeared, with only the statue of Harald still standing tall.

Charlotte and the others stood on a piece of “floating” ground, surrounded by an endless starry sky, with chaotic void storms and flickering lightning occasionally visible.

In the next moment, Harald’s statue suddenly lit up.

A gentle white light radiated, enveloping everything around, like a layer of mist.

Soon, the starry sky, which seemed hazy like a dream, twisted abruptly, and the entire world began to warp bizarrely, like a distorted painting…

When the light finally faded, the scenery around them had changed again.

The destroyed temple reappeared, with murals, domes, and everything restored as if time had reversed.

Within a moment, everything was back to normal.

Charlotte and the clergies still stood inside the temple. The marble floor beneath them was smooth, and the reliefs on the walls were intact, as if the battle they had just experienced had been an illusion.

“An… illusion?”

One of the clergies exclaimed in disbelief.

“No… not an illusion. It’s likely the solidification spell, ‘Eternal Moment’”

Selina said as she observed the wounds on everyone, which hadn’t healed along with the temple.

She then glanced at Gregory XII, who lay nearby, barely clinging to life, with a look of confusion and suspicion.

Gregory XII was gravely injured. His holy robe was torn, and the divine artifact, Hand of Holiness, in his hand was cracked. His body was severely burned, and his chest was unnaturally caved in, looking pitiful.

Clearly, the “nuclear blast” they had just witnessed was real.

However, the clergies weren’t focused on this traitorous leader.

Like the Demon Hunter Cardinal Selina, they were all filled with doubt.

As for Charlotte, her attention was once again drawn to Harald’s statue, and she fell into deep thought.

“Eternal… Moment?! No… that’s impossible… Isn’t that the legendary blessing bestowed upon the Holy Palace by the Lord, the only time-space blessing on the continent of Myria? And… hasn’t that blessing long since disappeared after the Lord’s slumber?”

One of the bishops muttered in disbelief.

Selina’s expression grew more complex.

She glanced at the “True Ancestor of Blood” standing by the statue, then at the lifelike reliefs, swallowed hard, and muttered,

“No…”

“Perhaps… the blessing didn’t disappear. Perhaps… this is the real Holy Palace.”

The real… Holy Palace?

The clergy widened their eyes in shock.

“No… the real Holy Palace? How… how is that possible?! This…”

The elderly cardinal was both agitated and at a loss.

“Cough cough… hehe… hahaha…”

“What’s the matter? Are you shocked to discover the truth that Harald and the Holy Court have been hiding from you?”

A raspy, weak voice came from Gregory XII, who was lying on the ground.

Propping himself up with his staff, he shakily stood and laughed grimly.

“That’s right, you didn’t expect this, did you? This is the real Holy Palace… It’s been the secret passed down by every pope…”

“Harald, the one who stole our Lord’s power, was nothing more than a bloodborne mutt! You, His followers, are no different from blood servants!”

“Hehe… hahaha… cough cough cough…”

Gregory XII’s crazed words quickly incited the clergies’ fury.

“Silence! You wretched heretic and apostate! The glory and majesty of our Lord shall not be desecrated by a fallen one like you!”

A young bishop shouted in anger.

“Apostate?”

Gregory XII’s face twisted in mockery, his crazed expression quickly turning into rage.

“Hmph! The real apostates… are you! The real traitor… is Harald!”

“You are the apostates! You are thieves! Robbers! Despicable worms who stole our Lord’s power! Cough cough… cough cough…”

Gregory XII coughed violently, his face pale and unnatural.

The clergies grew even angrier.

They were about to shout more when they were stopped by Grandmaster Angus.

Following his gaze toward Charlotte, who stood before Harald’s statue, lost in thought, the crowd’s expressions grew complicated, and they fell into silence.

Anyone capable of becoming a high-ranking clergy wasn’t a fool.

Though their faith was strong and devout, and though they were unwilling to believe it, everything they had witnessed today pointed to a truth they could hardly bear.

The Holt Court… might indeed have originated from the blood clan!

And the Saintess they followed… is the returning True Ancestor of Blood!

This was a harsh reality, one that shattered their worldview.

Of course, even though they realized this unbelievable truth, it didn’t mean the clergies accepted Gregory XII’s following outrageous claims.

Grandmaster Angus’ expression was dark and grim.

Finally, as if he had made a decision and resolved his inner struggle, he regained his composure and calmly said,

“Even if our Lord was indeed once a blood descendant, even if the Holy Court did originate from the blood clan, the honor of our Lord… cannot be slandered by you, an apostate!”

“Harald? Honor? Haha… hahaha… just a faith thief! What honor is there to speak of?”

Gregory XII laughed, spitting blood as he spoke.

“Oh? What, are you going to claim that everything in the Holy Court rightfully belongs to the Sun Temple and that lunatic Helios?”

A calm voice interrupted.

It was Charlotte. Her attention had completely shifted away from the statue.

Seeing her calm gaze, Gregory XII shrank back slightly. But soon, he returned to his frenzied state, laughing maniacally again. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

“Haha… hahaha… isn’t that the truth? All of this rightfully belongs to our Lord, it should belong to our Lord!”

As he spoke, his expression grew even more crazed, his face twisted with rage.

“You will never win, you will never be victorious, True Ancestor of Blood! Today is your day of divine demise! You will fall! You will lose everything!”

“Not just you! Them too, these followers of Harald, you will all die! Every one of you will die! My great Lord… will reclaim the supreme throne, stepping over your deaths!”

“My Lord… will take back everything that belongs to Him!”

“Everything will return to the eternal sun! To the true divinity! To the great supreme Lord!”

“Hahahaha… hahaha… cough cough…”

Gregory coughed violently, then slowly collapsed, the light in his eyes fading, though a crazed smile still lingered on his face.

His body turned gray and crumbled into a pile of ash, leaving only the nearly shattered divine artifact, Hand of Holiness, lying in the remains, almost devoid of holy light.

The clergies stood in stunned silence, while Charlotte furrowed her brow.

Turning to ash after death… it was clear that, like the elven bloodbornes from Luna Island, Gregory XII was not truly a living being either.

The Guardian Scepter stepped forward.

It picked up the Hand of Holiness, examined it for a moment, and let out a sound of surprise before its brows furrowed deeply.

“Guardian Scepter, did you discover something?”

Charlotte asked.

The Guardian Scepter nodded.

It glanced at the other clergies before respectfully saying,

“Your Eminence, True Ancestor, this divine artifact… is damaged.”

Charlotte’s true identity had already been revealed, and there was no longer any need to hide it.

Upon hearing the Guardian Scepter address Charlotte, the expressions of the clergies grew increasingly complicated.

The atmosphere in the temple became delicate. Charlotte could read many emotions in their eyes—confusion, disbelief, pain, fear, caution, and even despair…

However, there was no hostility.

It was clear that, regardless of Charlotte’s true identity or the origins of the Holy Court, she had proven through her actions that she was not their enemy.

“The Hand of Holiness is a divine artifact, after all. It shouldn’t have been damaged so easily. Was its power exhausted long before?”

Charlotte asked, withdrawing her gaze from the clergies.

“Yes, Your Eminence. Its divine power is nearly depleted. It seems that even before the battle, it had already been overused for something.”

The Guardian Scepter respectfully replied.

Charlotte frowned.

“The Hand of Holiness can amplify magic. If that’s the case… it seems the Sun Temple has activated something serious.”

The Guardian Scepter’s expression changed.

“This is bad! We might have fallen into a trap!”

“Your Eminence! This is not a subspace created by the Myrick Shrine, and the Sun Temple’s actions are unlike anything we’ve seen before! It seems… you’re not the only one who has ‘returned!’”

“Nearly all of the Church’s high-ranking clergies have followed you here. If this is truly a trap… then the Holy Capital is in danger! We must leave here immediately!”

Luring the tiger away from the mountain!

The phrase flashed through Charlotte’s mind.

“Let’s go, we must leave here and return to the Holy Capital!”

Charlotte said solemnly.

Without waiting, she took the lead, slicing open a spatial passage with her divine power, and left the temple.

The clergies hesitated.

The Guardian Scepter turned to them and said,

“What are you standing around for? The Holy Capital may be in danger. As followers of our Lord, it is time for you to defend the Holy Court!”

The clergies wore mixed expressions.

Grandmaster Angus gritted his teeth and declared,

“All Templar Knights, heed my order! Follow… the Saintess, and reinforce the Holy Capital!”

Angus’ words provided a temporary direction for the confused knights.

Soon, the Demon Hunter Cardinal, who had been silent, stood with Angus, demonstrating his stance through action.

The priests hesitated.

Finally, the most senior and respected cardinal stepped forward and said,

“Follow Lord Angus! No matter the origin of the Holy Court, we are devout holy believers! No matter the true identity of the Saintess, as long as she is blessed by our Lord, she is… the Saintess of our Holy Court!”

With the elder cardinal’s call to action, the priests hesitated no longer.

It was always essential to distinguish the main conflicts from the secondary ones.

Although they still bore worries and doubts, the clergies gathered their resolve and followed the Legendary clergies, leaving the temple in pursuit of their duty.