Gospel of Blood-Chapter 613 : The Saintess?!

“The Blood Demon Archduke! It’s the Evil God, the Blood Demon Archduke!”

“What are you standing there for? Activate the emergency divine barrier for the Holy City, now!”

Upon seeing the terrifying figure descend, the Archbishop who had come to support the city shouted at the pale-faced clergy nearby.

But the Holy City’s clergy stammered in response.

“Your… Your Eminence, all of the divine barriers in the Holy City… have already been destroyed.”

“What?!”

The Archbishop’s eyes widened.

He wanted to say something more, but then he noticed the clergy suddenly looking horrified, their expressions filled with terror.

Their mouths opened as if they wanted to scream, but one by one, they froze in place like statues, unable to make a sound.

Their eyes were all fixed behind the Archbishop, their terror-stricken faces drained of color, as if they had seen an unspeakable horror.

The Archbishop suddenly felt the temperature around him drop several levels in an instant, and even the divine power within him, which had only been somewhat sluggish before, now felt as if it were completely frozen, impossible to summon.

A nameless fear welled up in his heart.

Instinctively, he slowly turned around.

At that moment, the world fell silent.

The Archbishop saw a pair of black and red eyes.

He couldn’t hear any other sounds, nor could he see anything else. All he could see were those black and red demonic eyes.

The owner of those eyes seemed emotionless, devoid of any ripple of feeling.

However, the abyss-like depth of the pupils conveyed chaos and darkness itself.

Those were the eyes of the Blood Demon Archduke.

At some point, the Blood Demon Archduke, who had been hovering above the Holy Palace, had appeared right behind him.

Just by locking eyes with the figure, the Archbishop felt as though his soul was being devoured by boundless darkness. Twisted and bizarre thoughts spread through his mind like rotting worms.

All that remained in his vision was darkness, and his expression soon twisted into something demonic.

He felt his blood boiling, his thoughts becoming scattered, and everything around him starting to irritate and disgust him, filling him with an urge to destroy it all.

All that was left in his mind were those calm demonic eyes, and in his ears, it seemed as if a voice was whispering incessantly, provoking all sorts of madness and evil thoughts.

The Archbishop laughed.

A strange, crooked smile spread across his face, and his once gray-blue eyes quickly turned blood-red, the whites of his eyes darkening into a deep black.

He began to laugh maniacally, and as he did, he drew his holy sword, which was imbued with divine power, and with a fanatical expression, shouted.

“Everything… for the Eternal Sun!”

With those words, he raised his holy sword high, unleashing a burst of blinding divine energy, and swung it down toward the terrified clergy before him.

As the sword descended, dazzling and unavoidable, the clergy’s eyes widened, their terrified expressions turning to disbelief and despair.

But just as the blade was about to strike, a hand appeared out of nowhere, a slender, pale finger lightly touching the tip of the sword.

The sword stopped.

The Archbishop’s movements stopped.

The divine light shifted from pale white to platinum, retracting back the way it came.

And as the light receded to the Archbishop himself, his eyes gradually regained their clarity. The blood-red and darkness faded, and his once twisted expression turned into one of confusion.

When he realized what he had almost done, his face quickly filled with horror and dread.

Just one look—just a glance from the Blood Demon Archduke—and this Legendary clergyman had almost lost his mind. And the Archduke hadn’t even done anything!

The Archbishop hastily sheathed his sword, his heart pounding with lingering fear. Alongside that fear, he turned with gratitude toward the one who had awakened him…

“Thank you…”

He spoke.

But then he paused.

Standing before the Archbishop was a silver-haired, red-eyed woman.

She appeared to be around twenty years old, her exquisitely perfect face giving him a strong sense of déjà vu. The black dress she wore was adorned with familiar thorny rose patterns.

She stood there, but the Archbishop couldn’t sense any presence from her, as if her very existence was merely an illusion.

No.

She was no illusion.

The Archbishop could see her clearly, and he even saw her lips part slightly as she spoke, her cool, ethereal voice carrying an air of authority.

“Step back. This is no longer a battle for mortals.”

Mor… mortals?

The Archbishop was taken aback.

Then, as if realizing something, his eyes widened again.

A Legendary being’s perception is incredibly sharp, and under normal circumstances, nothing can escape such heightened awareness.

Standing right in front of him but unable to be sensed, yet not an illusion—this could only mean one thing… the presence before him exceeded his perception!

The last time the Archbishop had felt something similar was when the Blood Demon Archduke silently appeared behind him.

The answer was now obvious.

A God!

Just like the Blood Demon Archduke… this figure was another God descending into the mortal realm!

The Archbishop was shaken.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered where he had seen that thorny rose pattern before.

It was from a confidential report of the Starfall Kingdom’s church branch. That iconic thorny rose represented only one entity in the report—

“The Blood Prince… God Nyx!”

The Archbishop’s eyes widened in disbelief as he muttered the name that had surfaced in his mind. He looked with complex emotions at the figure who had just saved him.

After a moment of hesitation, he turned to the other clergy and said,

“Everyone, fall back! Evacuate the Holy City’s residents—this is no longer a realm we mortals can interfere in!”

After speaking, he glanced worriedly at the two Gods, then decisively used his divine power to strengthen the other clergy and civilians, leading them to safety.

Soon after, he saw several familiar figures.

Not far away, several powerful presences appeared, arriving one after another—it was the Legendary clergies who had been drawn away by a diversion.

Among them were the Grandmaster of the Templar Knights, the Acting Chief Judge, the Demon Hunter Cardinal, and several other Cardinals who had been involved in the investigation of Gregory XII.

The Archbishop, visibly relieved, rushed forward, bowing to the highest-ranking figure, Grandmaster Angus of the Templar Knights.

With a solemn expression, he reported.

“Your Excellency! The Blood Demon Archduke has descended! He is currently facing off against God Nyx who has suddenly appeared! All divine barriers in the Holy Palace have been neutralized. We must evacuate all the residents of the Holy City immediately!”

The Archbishop’s expression was grave, his demeanor more serious than ever.

However, the Grandmaster and the others did not show any surprise. It seemed they already knew about the situation, and neither were they shocked by the arrival of two Gods. They simply nodded at the Archbishop, and the Grandmaster Angus replied in a deep voice.

“Don’t worry, it’s already been arranged.”

The Archbishop hesitated for a moment, then suddenly remembered something else and added.

“Right! And the Saintess!”

“Ever since we arrived to aid the Holy City, we haven’t been able to find the Saintess!”

Upon hearing this, the expressions of Angus and the others became somewhat subtle.

After a brief pause, Grandmaster Angus said,

“The Saintess… was with us earlier, investigating the heretics.”

The Archbishop instinctively scanned the crowd, his eyes filled with hope.

“So, where… where is the Saintess now?!”

“The Saintess is attuned to our Lord. Now that the Evil God is wreaking havoc in the Holy City, only the Saintess can save us! If she prays to our Lord, He will surely cast His gaze upon us and judge the evil that seeks to overthrow the Holy Court!”

The Archbishop spoke with fanatic fervor.

But as soon as he finished, he realized that all the clergies before him had fallen silent.

Finally, the Archbishop sensed that something was off.

His gaze swept over the crowd again, and then, in a tone of urgency, he asked.

“Lord Angus, where is the Saintess? Didn’t you say she was investigating the heretics with you? Where is she?”

The Grandmaster of the Templar Knights’ expression grew even more complicated.

He glanced at the Archbishop, sighed, and said,

“The one who just saved you… was the Saintess.”

“…What?”

The Archbishop was dumbfounded.

For a brief moment, he wondered if he had misheard.

But looking at the calm expression of Grandmaster Angus and the silent agreement from the other clergy, his eyes widened in disbelief.

He turned his gaze toward the distant figure, now far from the crowd.

An overwhelming darkness obscured the sky, and the twisted, profound shadows had engulfed everything, enveloping the battlefield between the Gods.

The Archbishop could no longer see the silver-haired figure—only a deep black void remained, and all he could feel was the ever-growing, overwhelming divine power, so immense that even a Legendary being like him felt terrified.

His mouth hung open slightly, his voice trembling with shock.

“Are you saying… that was the Saintess?!”

“The Saintess… is God Nyx?!”

…

In the center of the Holy City, on the battlefield between the Gods.

The demons prostrated themselves on the ground, kneeling toward the sky. High above, two figures stood facing each other, exuding a pressure far beyond what the mortal realm could handle.

A fierce magical storm blew Charlotte’s silver hair into the air, with crimson divine power swirling around her. In her golden-red eyes, platinum divine light flickered, adding a touch of holiness and authority to the darkness surrounding her.

Her gaze was fixed on the Blood Demon Archduke.

Though his black armor now appeared more imposing and sinister, though the aura he exuded was more chaotic and dark than in her memory, though he no longer, as in her memories, greeted her fervently like a fan calling out “Savior” with a respectful bow…

Charlotte still recognized him at a glance. He was the young demon warlock to whom she had personally granted the bloodline of an Archduke when she traversed history.

Looking at the unchanged appearance from her past, Charlotte’s voice carried a hint of emotion.

“Abaddon, it’s been a very, very long time since we last met, hasn’t it?”