Gospel of Blood

Chapter 331: The Real Ritual

Chapter 331: The Real Ritual

“Not good! It’s a Corruption Ritual! Stop him quickly!”

Seeing the black and red light spreading around the Black Dragon, Yurst’s expression changed instantly.

Sebastian’s expression also became serious.

As an elf who had lived for centuries, he was not unfamiliar with the “Corruption Ritual.”

This was an evil divine ritual created by the Blood Demon Archduke Abaddon, capable of assimilating those with cracks in their minds into his fervent followers.

The assimilated would become undead beings, stripped of all emotions, with only fanatical devotion to the Blood Demon Archduke remaining in their hearts.

Moreover, their power would be greatly enhanced due to the corruption and degeneration…

However, this evil ritual was quite troublesome to perform.

Especially when trying to corrupt powerful beings, it often required long preparations and daily prayers to gather the Blood Demon Archduke’s power.

Furthermore, the caster needed to find a suitable magical carrier to activate the Corruption Ritual. This carrier had to possess strong magic and be infused with the Blood Demon Archduke’s divine power in advance.

“It’s the core of the statue from the Ancient Temple! He used the core of the statue from the Ancient Temple as the activation carrier for the Corruption Ritual! He had been preparing for this ritual from the beginning!”

“Damn it, the Black Dragon has always been solitary and violent, with almost no gaps in their mind, and has very high magic resistance…”

“Serving the Blood Demon Cult is one thing, but how could she succumb to the Corruption Ritual so quickly?!”

Yurst was shocked and doubtful, while Sebastian said solemnly.

“It’s the injury…”

“She’s been injured all along!”

“We can’t worry about that now. Stop the ritual quickly! We must not let the black dragon become fully corrupted. She’ll become an unstoppable monster!”

Yurst quickly said.

As soon as he finished, he and Sebastian rushed toward the Black Dragon from front and back.

However, just as they were about to reach the Black Dragon, the Blood Demon Priest blocked their path.

His eyes were blood-red, his entire body emitting an evil and frenzied aura, with dark red magic flowing around him.

At this moment, his aura also surged, and his severed right arm regrew, covered with spikes and scales, resembling a demon.

The three engaged in a swift battle, and for a moment, the combined forces of Sebastian and Yurst were actually held back by the Blood Demon Priest!

“It’s demonic corruption! The Blood Demon Cultists are lunatics! They don’t care about their lives!”

Yurst said grimly.

And just in a brief moment, the Black Dragon’s corruption was complete.

“Roar—!”

With a deep roar, the Black Dragon spread her vast wings and took flight again.

Her body was surrounded by black and red smoke, her scales covered in spikes, looking increasingly terrifying and grotesque.

An overwhelming pressure surged like a tsunami. She lowered her head and unleashed a torrent of dragon breath towards the two.

Yurst, always composed, changed his expression for the first time.

“Not good! It’s Corrupted Dragon Breath! Dodge quickly!”

The two retreated rapidly, barely avoiding the dragon breath.

However, when they looked up again, the black dragon in the sky had vanished.

The two were stunned for a moment, and then an unprecedented sense of danger washed over them.

Almost simultaneously, they turned and defended, but were met with a tremendous force.

Unnoticed, the Black Dragon had appeared behind them, and with a swing of her spiked tail, sent them flying…

Under the unstoppable force, Sebastian and Yurst flew like broken kites, crashing through numerous trees.

When they landed, even with Blazing Sun’s physical resilience, they were severely injured from the impact and corrosive force.

The Black Dragon landed slowly, looking down at them with a crazed crimson gaze.

The Blood Demon Priest approached the two.

His eyes were blood-red, his expression twisted with madness, a cruel smile on his face.

The power of corruption bubbled within him, making it seem as if he could be torn apart by dark magic at any moment, but he didn’t care. He laughed maniacally.

“The Crimson Blade and the Nez Blood Count, you…cannot stop the descent of my Lord!”

The descent of his Lord?

Wasn’t it about breaking through with the corrupted Black Dragon?

Yurst and Sebastian were stunned.

At that moment, they saw the corrupted Black Dragon suddenly convulsing.

The black and red light spread over her body again, and the blurred statue that had merged with her began to float out on its own.

No, it wasn’t a real statue.

It was just a projection.

The projection emitted a hazy light, illuminating the ground. Soon, a complex and mysterious large magic circle, centered around the Black Dragon, slowly appeared.

Still held by the Dragon’s claws, Nice was stunned when he saw the magic circle.

He instinctively cursed.

“Shit! It’s the God Descent Ritual’s circle! You carved the God Descent Ritual circle into the statue!”

“You never intended to descend the God at the ruins, but planned to use Eudoxia’s dragon vein power as the node!”

“You didn’t choose me as the vessel, but her!”

Hearing Nice’s words, the Blood Demon Priest glanced at him unexpectedly, then smiled at Yurst and Sebastian.

“I must thank you for further weakening her power, especially you, Nez bloodborne, for opening up her mental gap completely…”

“Rest assured, I will leave your corpse intact as a gratitude.”

He picked up his blood staff and chanted a rhythmic incantation.

Deep light bloomed from the magic circle on the black dragon, and an ancient, vast aura slowly spread from the void…

The aura of corruption surged, and the black and red light shot into the sky.

Feeling the increasing pressure, Nice’s black face turned green.

“Damn! Damn, damn, damn, damn!”

“If it’s not me, then let me go!”

However, just as everyone thought the God Descent Ritual would center around the corrupted Black Dragon, the black and red light shone on Nice.

Nice: …?

“Wait… wasn’t Eudoxia the vessel? Why am I at the core of the circle?”

The Blood Demon Priest looked at him with a half-smile.

“Sir Nicholas, when did I ever say Eudoxia was the vessel for my Lord?”

Sebastian and Nice’s expressions turned strange.

“No, wait… Priest, are you sure you want to choose me? And without the Desecration Cross?”

Nice couldn’t help but ask.

“Stop stalling, Sir Nicholas. My Lord will remember your contribution.”

The Blood Demon Priest smiled.

With that, he waved his blood staff, and a surge of corrupting power flowed toward Nice.

However, just as the corrupting power surged into Nice’s body, a crimson light suddenly burst from him…