Gospel of Blood-Chapter 624 : The Gods Who Had Long Since Awakened

The platinum radiance of divine power rippled through the temple, illuminating every corner and casting light upon the shattered statues that now resembled gravestones.

Faced with the lifeless and cracked sculptures, the Guardian Scepter widened its eyes, filled with terror.

“This… this can’t be…!”

It muttered in panic, as if the only words it could muster were a repetition of disbelief.

Charlotte’s expression was equally grave.

The Eternal Realm was the resting place of the Gods of the Holy Court. The statues here were not merely representations of the Gods but extensions of the Gods themselves.

The shattered, dim statues could mean only one thing—

The Gods of the Holy Court had long since fallen.

Surveying the broken statues, Charlotte took a deep breath and began walking forward.

She approached the statues, reaching out to touch them one by one, attempting to sense any lingering power. Of course… there was none.

In her perception, these statues had become nothing more than ordinary stone.

Even the statue of Mithra, the God of Contracts, who had been officially inducted into the Holy Court only a few centuries ago, was no exception.

In other words, the Gods who had been “slumbering” within the Eternal Realm had likely perished centuries ago.

“Guardian Scepter, you are the Holy Court’s wisdom artifact and possess access to the faith network. How could you not have known what happened to the Gods over the past centuries?”

Charlotte asked.

The Guardian Scepter appeared dazed, taking a long moment to respond.

“I… I didn’t know…!”

Its expression grew increasingly frantic as it shook its head in denial.

“I never sensed any changes in divine power. The faith network of our Lord has always functioned without issue!”

“Even the statues of the Gods in the outside world… While the number of their followers has dwindled in recent years, they still respond with divine power to prayers…”

“But… but how could this be? The statues within the Eternal Realm are broken… This is impossible… it shouldn’t be like this!”

Observing the Scepter’s apparent breakdown, Charlotte asked further.

“In the previous cycle, did you not reach this place?”

“The previous cycle…”

The Scepter’s expression grew even more confused.

After a moment of struggle, it finally stammered.

“I… I can’t remember…”

“I recall that we did open the Eternal Realm and attempted to awaken our Lord, but the events afterward… I can’t seem to remember…”

Its face grew pale as fear took over.

“This… This must be the power of correction… it has to be!”

“It’s the world correcting itself! The universe is converging towards its end! True Ancestor, we’ve likely crossed the red line of rewriting history, triggering the world’s backlash!”

‘The convergence of the worldline, is it?‘

Charlotte furrowed her brows.

She understood the Guardian Scepter’s implication.

The Eternal Realm, the resting place of the Holy Court’s Gods, had functioned flawlessly for millennia. Even the Scepter itself, a partial administrator of the faith network, had never detected any issues with divine power.

Yet now, upon Charlotte’s arrival with the Scepter, the Gods’ statues were revealed to have long since been destroyed. This suggested that the “slumbering” Gods were, in fact, already “eternally silent.”

The Scepter blamed this on worldline convergence, claiming that Charlotte’s accelerated development in this cycle had triggered the world’s corrective measures, altering the Gods’ state to maintain the “proper timeline.”

Charlotte, however, disagreed. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

She had observed countless cycles of Lilith’s past reincarnations within the gaps of history and was well-acquainted with the concept of historical inertia.

But such an explanation failed to account for what was unfolding before her.

The past was immutable.

If the Gods of the Eternal Realm had perished in this cycle, it could only mean one thing—

In previous cycles, in this very moment across other worldlines, the Gods of the Holy Court… had also long since perished.

This was not the “correction” of a worldline.

Rather, they were only now unveiling the true, hidden worldline.

With this realization, Charlotte shook her head and said,

“No, this isn’t worldline convergence.”

“This is… the unveiling of a ‘new’ history that had been concealed from us all along.”

The Guardian Scepter froze, its expression a mix of disbelief and shock.

“You mean… the Gods had fallen long ago?”

“But… that’s impossible! Our Lord’s faith network has never faltered, and the faith associated with the Gods continues to function. If the Gods had perished, I… I would’ve known!”

Charlotte glanced at it.

“And yet, you haven’t remained fully aware over the centuries, have you?”

The Guardian Scepter fell silent.

Charlotte turned her gaze back to the temple.

“The fact that we haven’t ‘forgotten’ these Gods and their faith remains operational proves that the direction of faith still exists.”

She continued.

“But the statues, which represent the Gods’ existence, have already been destroyed.”

She then looked at the Guardian Scepter, her expression unreadable.

“This can only mean one thing—”

“The Gods did not simply ‘fall’; they were… devoured.”

“They perished, but all that belonged to them was taken. The entity that consumed them naturally inherited their domains and faith…”

“And in this world, the only being capable of silently devouring the Holy Court’s Gods and seizing their power…”

Charlotte’s voice trailed off as the Guardian Scepter’s eyes widened in terror. It raised its gaze toward the original location of the Creator God’s statue, its body trembling uncontrollably.

“No… no, this is impossible!”

Charlotte’s gaze followed.

She walked forward, past the broken statues, to the front of the temple.

Bending down, she picked up the fractured platinum cross insignia lying on the floor.

As the insignia rested in her hand, a familiar power surged into her palm, and her body trembled slightly.

Her eyes lingered on the insignia, uncertainty flickering in her expression, but she soon regained her composure.

Exhaling softly, she pocketed the insignia and said,

“Nothing is impossible.”

“The Creator’s statue is missing, but divine power remains. However… the insignia representing the Creator has been shattered.”

“Guardian Scepter, if my guess is correct, then my ‘disciple,’ your ‘Lord,’ likely awakened long ago.”

“Of course, whether or not they’re still the same ‘person’ is another matter entirely.”

…

Charlotte and the Guardian Scepter didn’t linger in the Eternal Realm.

The resting place of the Holy Court’s Gods had become their tomb.

Although it still radiated divine power, the space was no different from a realm of the dead.

Back in the mortal world, the Guardian Scepter fell silent, the truth of the Eternal Realm weighing heavily on it.

“True Ancestor, if our Lord has truly awakened… and if they’ve truly fallen, then where are they now?”

After a long silence, the Scepter finally asked.

Charlotte shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

“But as long as divine power and the faith network persist, it means we haven’t reached the worst-case scenario yet.”

“If my suspicions are correct, and they have awakened, then… we can still locate them through divine resonance.”

She sighed softly.

The situation had taken an unexpected turn.

The fall of the Holy Court’s Gods and the disappearance of the Creator’s statue indicated that the Creator likely devoured the Gods.

Devouring other Gods was not something the Harald she remembered would do. Coupled with the fractured platinum cross insignia, the worst-case scenario seemed likely—the will of the Creator had long since awakened within Harald.

If that were true, then where was Harald now?

“It seems… perfecting the Gospel of Blood is the only way to trace him.”

Charlotte murmured to herself.

Harald was her blood descendant.

Even if Harald had become a true God, that fact would not change.

In the past, Charlotte had never sensed a bloodline connection to Harald during this era. Yet upon holding the fractured insignia, she had faintly felt that connection again.

Whether Harald had intentionally left this trace was unclear, but the insignia carried a familiar power—the bloodline strength she had bestowed upon him.

However, due to the passage of time or her own insufficient power, the connection was still weak.

To strengthen it further and locate Harald through the bloodline, the Gospel of Blood would need to be perfected and used in its complete state.

“Let’s go. It’s time to visit the Vadallat and Szelem Clans.”

Charlotte declared.

With those words, a crimson glow flickered, and her figure disappeared, the entrance to the Eternal Realm closing behind her as if it had never existed.