"Count Jurst? So he was calling me? ”

"Wait...... He looks like this, could it be that he is under house arrest? ”

"Shhh...... Such an ugly symbol, no wonder the call is always looming, this is not like a thorn rose at all! It's more ugly than my words, so it's really a miracle that I can feel it......"

In the void, Charlotte's will "overlooked" Count Jurst, who was praying in front of the blood-colored symbol, and finally knew who was the culprit who had made her sleep poorly in the past few days.

It seems that this Blood Count has run into some trouble, and has chosen to call out to her, a "mysterious god"!

"What's the trouble......

Charlotte's heart moved slightly, and with the help of the consciousness of the arrival of the blood divine power, it quietly spread around with Count Jurst as the center.

And then, she "looked" at the scene outside the room.

Yawning guards, intricate corridors, closed solemn stone walls......

It is a majestic castle.

There is no shortage of Bloodborns and Blood Servants in the castle, and in some of the houses, Charlotte can still see some familiar Demon Eye symbols.

"The Blood Demon Order? Were they the ones who arrested Count Jurst? ”

Charlotte's heart jumped.

Capturing a Blood Count alive is much more difficult than defeating or even killing him.

She instantly became vigilant, and the consciousness that spread to Xi Zhou became more careful, but what made her slightly relieved was that she didn't perceive a too powerful aura for the time being.

The guards in the castle are not even as strong as Count Jurst, but the power of this Blood Count seems to have been sealed, and he looks so down.

Of course, the aura that is not too strong is only temporary.

Since he was able to seal the power of a Blood Count and lock it up, there must be something stronger behind the scenes...... It may well even be a legendary existence!

After thinking about it, Charlotte's gaze was once again on Count Jurst.

She was genuinely curious.

As a descendant of Ness, even if he is captured by the Blood Demon Order, he should pray to Ness's own prince.

But why did the Blood Count point at her?

After a moment of silence, Charlotte decided to respond to the call and ask in person.

After all, it was the first time she had been called by the Bloodline.

With this in mind, Charlotte increased the output of the blood divine power, and began to summon blood through the star in the crimson star sea, which symbolized Count Jurst......

……

Count Jurst regretted it.

He regretted that he hadn't memorized the symbol of the mysterious deity, but he knew that the symbol was in the image of a thorn rose.

He originally thought that this kind of common pattern in life had already been engraved into his mind, but when he really went to depict it, he realized that "being able to recognize" and "being able to draw it" were completely different things.

As a direct result, although he tried again and again, no matter how much he tried, he could not get any response.

It wasn't known if it was because the symbols he drew were too similar, or because he lacked a sacrificial circle or altar to resonate, but it was more likely that it was both.

After all...... Even if a mortal wants to pray to an unfamiliar deity, he must use the emblem of divine power, and he must also go through a series of tedious ritual preparations.

"Sure enough...... Is it impossible to convey the sound to the gods by merely by nondescript symbols, and prayers that do not even have rituals or altars......

Jurst was a little depressed.

Looking at the symbols painted on the ground around him, he could guess without thinking that there was less and less time left for him.

The guards and Elder Masim could be seen at any moment, and his hopes were getting slimmer.

However, just when Yurst was lost and became more and more desperate, a breeze suddenly drifted through the room......

Gradually, the ghostly symbols on the ground flickered one by one and began to writhe like earthworms, as if they had life.

The power of the sealed Ulst did not notice the breeze, nor did he notice the changes in the "ghost drawings" on the ground.

It wasn't until the crimson light grew brighter and brighter that it finally caught his attention.

"Huh?"

Yulst's heart jumped.

He was refreshed, and quickly got up and looked at the ground, only to see that the crooked symbol he had drawn at the end suddenly bloomed with a thick red light, and the other symbols around him were like swimming fish, beginning to converge towards this symbol from all directions!

As the symbols converged, the central symbol became clearer, and the crooked silhouette gradually became graceful and rounded, and finally turned into a symbol that was exactly the same as the decorative pattern that was common in the furniture patterns in the memory of Count Jurst!

"This ...... This is...... It's a Thorn Rose! A true Thorn Rose! ”

Seeing the symbol, which was finally familiar, Count Jurst was excited.

The next moment, a brilliant light bloomed from the thorn rose.

He only felt the red glow of the ocean envelop him, and a mysterious suction force sucked towards him, "sucking" his consciousness directly into it......

As if passing through countless voids, Jurst felt a sense of weightlessness whirling around.

The crimson mist flooded the sky like a tidal wave, quickly overwhelming his vision.

Jurst was in a trance.

And when his consciousness gradually came to his senses, he found that he was already standing in a foggy world.

Immediately afterward, the crimson mist boiled, and huge pillars and stone walls rose from the ground, slowly rising in the rumbling sound.

Black reliefs on the columns and stone walls create a vivid and mysterious mural surrounded by intricate thorns and roses.

Jurst looked at the rapidly changing landscape around him with a shocked expression.

And when the crimson mist faded away, he found himself standing in the midst of a majestic and mysterious castle, any decoration in which perfectly matched the aesthetic of the Blood.

Mysterious, bizarre yet faintly sacred and solemn.

"This ...... This is the Castle of the Night?! ”

Looking at the mysterious and solemn buildings around him, Count Jurst couldn't help but lose his voice and almost jumped up.

Castle in the Night......

The Blood True Ancestor summoned the Blood Descendants to the Supreme Sanctuary, and although Count Jurst had only followed the Duke once when he was young, he had a deep memory.

The memories of thousands of years of precipitation were gradually awakened, and looking at the familiar decorations around him, Yurst's eyelids jumped wildly.

However, when his eyes fell on the reliefs and murals on the walls, he quickly fell into doubts again.

Because the reliefs and frescoes depicted not the legend of the creation of the blood and the battle of the gods recorded in the ancient castle where the true ancestor of blood lived in seclusion in the depths of his memory, but the story he had never seen before.

In the crimson mist, there are clear reliefs and murals in four places.

In one place, it depicts a sacrifice that looks evil and sacred.

Maidens tied to crosses, huge sacrificial circles, evil priests wailing in pain, and hundreds of living corpses falling backwards......

In one place, it depicts a solemn surrender ceremony.

Tall women who sit on thrones with indistinct faces, mysterious majesty and shining Thorn Roses, and fire elves who kneel on one knee under the stairs with a fanatical and yearning face......

In one place, it depicts a vast battle.

In the city at night, the monstrous demons are trying to break through the seals, the female gods standing proudly in the sky, and the lightsabers in the hands of the gods that can feel the supreme power of the demons just by looking at them......

And the last one is a prayer.

The brambles standing on the altar, the hooded preacher, the werewolf priest with a fanatical expression who seemed to be chanting the name of God to his companions, and the devout believers listening to the teachings under the emblem......

No......

This shouldn't be the Night Castle under the True Ancestor's Crown, the Night Castle under the True Ancestor's Crown does not depict such a story, and it ...... I haven't heard this story either.

Looking at the four relief murals, Jurst calmed down slightly, and his heart was slightly relieved.

Although the True Ancestor of Blood has become history and legend, the remnants of the True Ancestor of Blood are still there.

When he first saw the scene around him, he was really taken aback, even more nervous and terrifying than when he was captured by Elder Masim.

But......

It's like this!

Count Jurst's gaze fell on his surroundings, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt a strong sense of déjà vu.

Aside from the reliefs and murals that symbolize the legends of the gods, this place really resembles the Ancestral Castle in the depths of his memory!

"Have you seen enough? Descendants from Ness. ”

Ethereal and lofty female voices came from all directions.

Ethereal, mysterious, mature, and as if with a hint of wondrous allure.

The voice is so beautiful, like a gripping divine comedy, and it seems to contain supreme majesty, which makes people can't help but give birth to a kind of awe and yearning from the heart.

And when the voice sounded in Yurst's ears, he only felt that his heart stopped beating for a moment, and the blood veins in his whole body seemed to boil in an instant, as if he was moved by the ethereal and mysterious voice.

A kind of awe that seemed to come from his blood and soul slowly spread in his heart......

Good...... Such a powerful spiritual power can attract my transcendent bloodline so easily!

Yurst's heart perked, and he quickly withdrew his gaze from the reliefs and murals.

All transcendence comes from God, and the power of the gods can suppress the transcendent power of the world.

But what could shake his bloodline so easily was the first time he had encountered it, except for the long-vanished Blood True Ancestor, the prince who ruled the major bloodline clans, and the god lord Harald who had fought against the bloodline clans!

Jurst's eyes circled around, trying to find the source of the sound, and after circling to no avail, he had to kneel down on the spot, and said with awe:

"Your Majesty the Mysterious and Great! Please forgive Jurst for being rude ......"

As he spoke, he hesitated slightly, plucked up the courage to grit his teeth and said:

"Mysterious and great crown, Jurster...... I would like to ask for your summons and pray for ...... Your help! ”

Jurst's voice echoed through the solemn castle.

He lowered his head, anxiously awaiting the god's answer.

He knew that for a strange god, his request might be a bit presumptuous, after all...... He didn't even prepare the altar and the offerings.

But now, Julst doesn't care about anything.

Jurst had never felt the wait for a response so long.

Every second of silence seemed like a year had passed.

The silence was accompanied by great pressure, and just as Yurst was getting more and more nervous and nervous, the ethereal voice finally sounded again, like a heavenly sound:

"Come forward."

As soon as the words fell, the ground of the castle began to tremble, and the crimson mist began to roll again.

Cheering up, he looked up and saw that the fog in front of him was spreading to the sides, revealing the ever-changing ground, and the stone slabs that seemed to have life were constantly spreading and flipping, building up layer by layer, forming a staircase that led straight ahead......

After a slight hesitation, Jurst took a step and walked up the steps.

And when he came to the end of the steps, he saw a high platform standing in front of him, on which was a majestic and simple throne, surrounded by intricate thorns and roses, and on the throne, a woman in a black divine dress was leaning lazily, with her chin propped up and looking at him with interest.

Under the mist of the mist, Yulst could not see the female face clearly, only the mysterious and magnificent red golden eyes and the long silver hair as soft as silk in the mist.

But even so, he could feel the sacredness and majesty of women, the ancient and vast, the kind of worldliness and perfection that could not be concealed even if it was covered by mist.

Jurst only felt that this vague image seemed familiar.

But when he carefully remembered it, he didn't seem to remember anything, and when he hesitated slightly, he even forgot what he wanted to think about just now, and only felt that the god in front of him was so mysterious and beautiful, even if it was a face......

Jurst didn't dare to look at it anymore for fear of angering the mysterious female deity.

I saw that he took a deep breath, hurriedly bowed respectfully, and introduced himself again:

"Four generations of Ness Clan's bloodline, Earl of Blood, Euester Ness, has seen the mysterious and great crown ......"

"May your glory shine forever on the earth, and may all glory be to your throne!"

Listening to Yurst's respectful and almost flattering compliment, the "goddess" on the throne chuckled.

I saw her change her posture slightly, gently put one slender and white leg on the other, and said with a light smile while tapping on the armrest of the throne:

"Descendants of Ness, I know what you are here for, just call me Night."

As she spoke, her misty gaze gradually deepened, and her voice was a little playful:

"I have always adhered to the principle of equivalent exchange, and since you want to ask me for help, then ...... And what price can you pay? ”

(End of chapter)