Gospel of Blood

Sebastian suddenly woke up.

He found himself standing in a majestic and solemn ancient castle, surrounded by eerie and deep crimson mist.

Looking down, he was wearing his favorite black tailcoat instead of being naked like before he fell asleep.

“A dream?”

Sebastian almost instantly made this judgment.

Very few extraordinary individuals dream. Unless their spiritual senses perceive something, most extraordinary individuals don’t dream at all.

At least, they don’t dream actively. If they enter a dream without reason, it only means one thing…

He has been summoned.

Sebastian’s expression became solemn instantly.

He pulled up his left sleeve and looked at his wrist. There, a familiar and hideous grimace-like face, as if both crying and smiling, seemed to be alive, emitting a black-red mist.

Sebastian’s face immediately turned ugly.

“The power of the blood curse has erupted…”

“Damn it! Has the Adam Cult found me so soon?”

“These crazy bloodsuckers! Is the Pure White Witch not even kidding?”

“I ran from Coria to the Crescent Kingdom, and they still won’t let me go! Not a bit of elegance like other bloodsuckers!”

Sebastian was full of resentment.

He clenched his fists, raised his vigilance, and prepared to face the imminent mental attack at any moment, but suddenly he paused slightly and raised his left hand.

In his hand, he still held the crimson remnant page that he had scrutinized in the bathtub.

“When did cursed pages enter the mental world?”

Sebastian was puzzled.

At that moment, the surrounding crimson mist suddenly began to recede, and the scene in the castle gradually became clear.

Sebastian found himself standing in a mysterious dimly empty hall. In front of him were ascending stairs, and at the end of the stairs was a black and red throne, with a figure sitting quietly hidden by the crimson mist.

With years of rich experience, he quickly judged that the figure should be a woman, with a pretty good figure, perfect even.

The mysterious woman’s face couldn’t be clearly seen, only vaguely seen wearing a gorgeous black long dress, her hair seemed to be silver, a pair of eyes with a hint of gold like stars in the darkness, piercing through layers of mist, quietly looking at him.

Almost instantly, Sebastian had a feeling that everything about him was thoroughly seen through by the other party.

He understood that the other party was his summoner.

Not only that but the one who could silently bring him into the dream…

Must be a powerful being!

Long years of life had already made him experience countless ups and downs. Although he was extremely nervous and doubtful at this moment, Sebastian still suppressed his nervousness and smiled gracefully.

“Beautiful and noble lady, may I know how to address you, and why you summoned me here?”

Just like Sebastian who hid his nervousness in his heart, Charlotte, who sat high on the throne, was equally nervous.

As the initiator, she did not expect that the “weaker” one she had selected after much consideration would turn out to be a powerful extraordinary individual after being summoned!

Although she didn’t know the other party’s rank, just standing there gave her great pressure, even more than the female knight Kara gave…

This was an extraordinary individual of at least the Second Tier Silver Moon, and it was even possible to reach the Third Tier Blazing Sun!

After realizing this fact, Charlotte instantly felt guilty.

Rank distribution was like a pyramid.

Extraordinary individuals who stepped into a rank and those who didn’t were fundamentally different. And among the four major ranks, each rank up would cause a dramatic change in the strength of extraordinary individuals.

If a First Tier extraordinary individual had power surpassing ordinary people, capable of breaking through enemy lines in wars, capturing enemy generals, and seizing flags, then… In the eyes of a Second Tier extraordinary individual, the First Tier extraordinary individual was just a slightly stronger ordinary person.

Although Charlotte had never seen Captain Kara take action, she had read a story in the church’s archives.

Once there was a fallen Second Tier mage who directly used necromancy to easily destroy a town with a population of over a hundred thousand, slaughtering over a hundred First Tier extraordinaries who came to besiege him without knowing the difference!

The Second Tier Silver Moon was already an existence that ordinary people, using all means including magical artifacts, couldn’t kill.

As for the Third Tier Blazing Sun… The book only had one sentence: Blazing Suns are heroic figures and walking disasters.

Although Charlotte was the master of the mental world, she could clearly feel that her castle world was hard to maintain against the opponent’s power.

After the opponent came out, she felt the edge of the world trembling slightly, as if it could collapse at any moment. Maintaining the current level was already barely manageable.

In other words, if the other party discovered her true strength, he could break free at any time and return to reality.

And Charlotte couldn’t even predict whether she would be backlashed if that happened!

Ridiculous! She clearly chose a star with weak aura. Why did she summon a monster?

Taking a deep breath, Charlotte tried to cheer up.

Although the summoned presence was a bit too strong, she didn’t want to waste this opportunity.

However, before Charlotte could say anything, the summoned one in front of her suddenly began to soliloquize.

“Phew… thankfully, she’s wearing clothes and not naked. She should not be one of those crazy savages who worship nature like the Adam Cult… let alone the Pure White Witch…”

Charlotte: …?

What does he genuinely mean by wearing clothes? What does he mean by being not naked?

Charlotte had no idea what nonsense the other person was talking about.

But the summoned one seemed to be a talkative chatterbox.

“Why isn’t she talking?”

“Who is she exactly?”

“She can resonate with the blood curse left by the Adam Cult. She must be a bloodborne, but which Blood Count or Duke is she?”

“Or…hiss…is she some Prince or Archduke?”

“She shouldn’t be… right?”

Seeing Sebastian smiling and talking to himself, Charlotte suddenly realized something and gradually figured it out.

Could it be… she heard the other party’s thoughts?

The summoned one’s “soliloquy” continued.

He smiled, graceful in posture, but his mind was quite active.

“How did she summon me? What’s the medium? This is a huge hidden danger!”

“Unfortunately… I know too little about high-ranked bloodbornes!”

“The cursed page came in with me. Could the medium be the cursed page?”

The cursed page?

Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat.

Her gaze fell on the other party’s hand, but the other party’s hand was behind him and couldn’t be seen clearly. But even so, when her gaze fell, Charlotte still felt a slight movement in her hand holding the Gospel of Blood!

“Noble and beautiful lady, my name is Sebastian. How may I address you? And why did you summon me here?”

The summoned one repeated with a smile, bowing gracefully.

This time, he placed the word “noble” in front.

His name is Sebastian…

Charlotte remembered this name. Combining the thoughts of the other party just now, Charlotte had an idea.

She leaned back slightly, making a lazy and relaxed posture, and gently waved her hand.

The crimson mist gathered in Charlotte’s hand, condensing into a crystal goblet filled with red wine. She leaned against the throne, one hand resting leisurely on the throne, the other hand holding the wine glass, and casually smiled.

“You may call me… Lady Nyx (Night).”

Her voice was ethereal and mysteriously charming.

Then, following the memory of her original body, she elegantly took a sip of red wine and then casually tossed it aside. The wine glass instantly turned into crimson mist and dissipated.

The whole movement was smooth and natural. It possessed both the elegance of nobles and the mystery of the bloodborne.

Sebastian’s eyes almost stayed blank for a moment.

Then, a brilliant light burst forth from his eyes.

“Elegant!”