The deafening sound of battle cries echoed in the sky, with blazing flames illuminating the heavens.

Within the ancient temple, the fierce battle was nearing its end.

The warriors, clad in black robes with eyes crimson as blood, slaughtered the last few berserk believers, surrounding the altar and the giant snake divine statue at the temple's center.

As he gazed upon the terrifying figures that resembled revenants from Hell, the priest, gripping his scepter, trembled in voice:

"Monsters! You... you are evil monsters!"

"Evil monsters?"

A laugh came from within the shadows.

The cold-eyed warriors parted to the sides, allowing a graceful figure to step forward.

It was a female swordsman.

She wore a blood-red skirt armor, her vibrant long hair vivid as blood, and her crimson eyes looked at the priest with disdain and contempt.

Especially when her gaze swept beneath the priest, piled with bones at the altar, an almost overwhelming hatred and disdain practically overflowed.

With a mocking laugh, she sneered:

"Monsters? If we are evil monsters, then what are you, who worship the Evil God and toy with life without regard?"

The priest trembled slightly, his voice filled with shock and fury.

He tightened his grip on the scepter, radiating a bright light, his expression twisted in fanatical fervor:

"Evil blasphemers! You cannot fathom the greatness of My Lord, under My Lord's glory, you will surely perish!"

A deep glow blossomed on him, and the ancient statue on the altar emitted a desolate silver light.

Mysterious patterns spread among the bones, the aura surrounding the priest surged incessantly.

Yet, just as his aura reached its peak, with a faint crack, his scepter suddenly shattered.

The deep glow instantly dimmed, and threads of cracks also spread across the statue.

The priest, incredulous, stared at the fragmented scepter in fright, his eyes wide with terror:

"The scepter... broken? My Lord's aura... vanished?"

"This... can't be!"

To the warriors led by the blood-haired female swordsman, everything happening seemed unsurprising.

No, their expressions remained unchanged, as if they had already witnessed many similar scenes before.

The female swordsman stepped forward, with one swift stroke, beheading the priest, her ethereal voice growing distant:

"So devout... then vanish along with the Lord you worship..."

Under that stroke, the priest felt his world swiftly flying apart.

He saw the shattered dome of the temple, he saw the dark night sky, he saw the rising blood moon beneath that night sky.

The bloodlike moonlight spilled into the shadows, under the crimson glow, as if the entire world was plunged into deep darkness.

At the end of dissipating consciousness, the priest was left with only one thought:

"Blood Moon... Darkness..."

"Ah, it's Him... He won..."

The headless body fell to the ground, and the ancient altar crumbled instantly.

Gazing at the pile of bones beneath the altar, the female swordsman sighed lightly, planting her long sword into the ground.

"Pitiful, unfortunate souls, your nightmare... has ended."

A deep glow blossomed on her, sparks of light spread throughout the temple.

As the dark glow swept across, the eerie atmosphere in the temple gradually dissipated, while countless starlights rose from the bones, eventually vanishing into the world.

Only when the last spark of starlight disappeared did the female swordsman lift her head, withdrawing the long sword.

Her body swayed slightly, seemingly from exhaustion, but just as she was about to fall, she was swiftly supported by a chaotic, dark force.

A soft laugh came from behind the female swordsman, hoarse and filled with a touch of mockery:

"Royena, every time you destroy a temple and personally purify it, aren't you afraid your body won't withstand it?"

The silhouette of swirling black mist descended, revealing a towering young figure, concealed entirely in darkness, only his crimson eyes and his fierce horns standing out.

Royena frowned.

She disdainfully brushed aside the dark force supporting her, coldly replied:

"If not for someone who inherited the power of darkness unwilling to dirty his hands, why would I need to do it myself every time?"

"Ha, unlike some benevolent soul, these people chose their paths and must bear the corresponding costs."

"But you seem to forget, among those who became offerings, there are also many innocent ones."

"Innocent ones? What does that have to do with me? We don't even know how many revenants are under our command, not devouring their souls to amplify my dark power is already being merciful!"

The horned youth sneered.

Royena frowned and looked at the young man with even more disgust:

"I really don't understand why the Savior would choose someone like you to be a trusted aide. It's truly a disgrace to our Favored. Yabaton, are you trying to duel with me?!"

As she spoke, a dark red radiance blossomed on her, and her aura suddenly became deep and dangerous.

"Enough, Royena, Yabaton, there are still several Divine Halls where battles haven't ended. Now is not the time for you two to bicker!"

A sigh sounded as Cosy, dressed in an Elf long robe, walked in.

Upon hearing Cosy's words, Royena glared fiercely at Yabaton, snorted coldly, and left the Divine Hall with her soldiers.

Cosy sighed, looking helplessly at Yabaton:

"Yabaton, can't you say fewer words? Is it necessary to provoke her every time?"

"I just can't stand her. Not everyone can inherit the power of the Savior. Since we chose to embrace the Dark, we must become as strong as it. Someone as mentally fragile as her doesn't even deserve the power of the Bloodline."

Yabaton retorted confidently.

"Really? But how do I remember that after each battle, you also use the Dark power to devour the pollution left by the Evil God?"

A tall figure suddenly appeared, glancing strangely at Yabaton.

No one else but the third-generation Bloodline who also accepted the Bloodline Awakening, Femarol.

Yabaton snorted disdainfully:

"I'm just strengthening my power. I'm different from you weaklings. I have inherited both Demon power and Bloodline power. The pollution you see is a source of power growth for me."

"Oh, inheriting Demon power makes you outstanding? Lilith has said many times not to easily absorb evil forces. Be careful you don't become a lunatic one day!"

"Rest assured, before becoming a lunatic, I'll definitely encase you within those Evil God's statues."

"You...!"

"Enough! Both of you say less! The Savior has already signaled me. Quickly head to the Main Divine Hall to gather for an audience!"

...

In the north of the Northern Border, the Main Divine Hall of one of the Old Gods—the Ancient Snake God.

Outside the temple lay ruins; massive colonnades had collapsed, and the temple's dome had long since shattered.

The surrounding forests had long been destroyed, turned into wasteland, giant mountains split from the middle, collapsed rocks blocked the river, forming a vast lake.

In the air, violent magic power remained chaotic, and some surrounding spaces vaguely spread cracks, telling the level of horrific battle that erupted here just moments ago.

Inside the temple, dark golden blood flowed like rivulets down the temple's rugged stairs, spreading to the gates of the hall.

An eerie glow flickered, and shadows descended outside the temple, revealing the Bloodline warriors clad in black robes.

Cosy, Yabaton, Royena, Femarol, Ron...

The third-generation Bloodline warriors who underwent Second Awakening were at the forefront.

Looking at the chaotic scene around them, feeling the turbulence of magic in the air, their eyes were full of awe.

Even if they had gone through similar scenarios countless times, the remnant terrifying power still stirred their hearts, deeply making them feel their own insignificance.

They exchanged glances, withdrew their gazes, took a deep breath, and entered the temple.

Inside the temple, the dark golden blood continued to flow gently.

The blood carried an enticing aura; just a glance evoked a deep longing to devour it from the hearts of all present.

Nonetheless, despite such a ravenous desire, none of the Bloodline warriors acted.

They entered the temple, lined up on both sides, with all eyes fixed on the front of the temple.

At the forefront of the temple was an altar.

The altar was already shattered, upon it lay a gigantic snake corpse, emanating an aura that stirred fear.

A blood-red long sword pierced the snake's head, from where the dark golden blood trickled down.

Next to the long sword stood a maiden.

She faced away from everyone, looking up at the blood moon hanging high in the sky, lost in thought.

The blood-like moonlight shone upon her, coating her magnificent silver hair with a layer of scarlet gloss.

The breeze blew, causing the maiden's long hair to dance.

Looking at her dreamlike and enigmatic silhouette in the moonlight, passion and reverence overflowed in the eyes of the Bloodline warriors.

They all took a deep breath, then knelt on one knee and respectfully saluted the maiden on the snake corpse:

"Descendants of Blood... Hail to the great Blood Ancestor and Savior, Master of Darkness, Monarch of Eternal Night..."

The maiden withdrew her gaze upon hearing their voices.

She slowly turned, revealing an exquisite visage and a pair of eyes colored crimson gold.

Her gaze lightly swept over the assembly, and an ethereal voice echoed through the temple:

"Rise."

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