Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel-Chapter 942 - 14: Crossing History
The Apocalypse Era, year 466.
Mireya Continent, Northern Border.
The silver-gray sky was gloomy and dim, the biting cold wind roared as usual, and the swirling, jumping snowflakes madly intertwined into an impenetrable white web in the gusting wind, obscuring vision and blurring the horizon.
Transformed into Lilith, Artemis gazed at the sky outside the stone window, her silver-gray pupils reflecting the snowstorm like goose feathers.
"Lilith! Stop looking out the window! Don't worry, your father will be back in time, come help me gather the firewood!"
Her mother's voice came from behind, but it did not affect "Lilith's" actions. She continued to calmly gaze at the horizon until the gathering clouds began to roll, and a slight change appeared in her silver-gray pupils:
"It's coming..."
Coming?
Mother Tamia, who was adding firewood to the fireplace, frowned.
She instinctively looked out the window, not seeing her husband Halfdan's figure, but was quickly captivated by the celestial phenomenon.
Unbeknownst to her, the vast sky suddenly darkened, and dense thunder began to gather slowly in the sky.
Purple thunder rumbled continuously, the entire sky seemed to tremble, and then... as the rumbling reached a certain peak, the sky suddenly cracked open!
"Oh, Moon God... This is... This is..."
Gazing at the apocalyptic sky, Tamia looked terrified.
But in the next second, silver light began to spread throughout the stone house, her mind grew groggy, and she soon fell asleep.
Lilith stood up.
She glanced at the "mother" lying asleep on the floor, then at Haral, who was still "playing foolishly" with toys, and easily put him to sleep as well, laying them both on the bed.
Then, she took a step and left the stone house.
With one step, her figure seemed to cross a thousand miles, reaching the high heavens.
Her silver hair grew, her figure transformed, and quickly reverted to the appearance of Moon God Artemis.
Beams of divine power illuminated various parts of the continent, then rushed toward the phenomenon's location, clearly, they were also alarmed.
Artemis slightly frowned.
She hadn't anticipated the commotion caused by the space-time rift appearing to be so massive.
This was unlike what she remembered. In the memories enlightened by Teacher Charlotte, there was no such big spectacle in her previous life.
'This won't do, with such a commotion, if it disturbs that sleeping one...'
Artemis bore a look of concern.
And just as she was quickly pondering countermeasures, a crimson glow suddenly blossomed at her waist.
Her heart stirred, she glanced down to find that the source of the glow was the Blood Holy Scripture given to her by Charlotte.
As if recalling something, a flash of realization passed through the Moon God's pupils, she reached out and took up that illusory tome.
The moment she touched the Blood Holy Scripture, an invisible ripple spread out with the scripture at its center.
Where it passed, all colors faded, the world turned to gray and white.
The wind stopped, the snow ceased, and even the multitude of deities rushing toward the horizon were frozen as the colors faded.
At that moment, the entire world seemed to become a still black-and-white painting.
'Time-space stillness...'
Artemis felt a slight movement in her heart.
This was the power of the space-time law, a Creation Power that even Primordial didn't possess, belonging to Teacher Charlotte!
And under this power's coverage, Artemis was the only three points of color left in this world.
The other two points: one was the Blood Holy Scripture in her hand, whose glow enveloped her; and the other was the rotating vortex of thunder at the phenomenon's center.
But now, that thunder had turned crimson, faintly revealing an aura so familiar to Artemis.
It was also the aura of the Blood Holy Scripture.
But, it was much weaker and much more rigid than the one Artemis held.
Artemis instantly understood:
That was the scripture owned by the teacher who crossed history from another space-time.
"Lilith, please ensure it is handed to the future 'me'."
Charlotte's words before her slumber echoed once more in Artemis's mind.
Feeling the aura of the other Blood Holy Scripture, Artemis didn't hesitate, sending the scripture in her hand over.
With the Blood Holy Scripture departing, she too began to take on the gray-white of time-space stillness, no longer under the protection of divine power.
However, ultimately enveloped by the brilliance of the Holy Scripture, before the gray and white completely shrouded the vision, Artemis saw the follow-up with the deity's perception—
The illusory Blood Holy Scripture was sent by Him into the crack of space-time, and then as if drawn by some kind of force, it merged with another identical aura in the void.
In an instant, Artemis saw countless fragmented scenes:
A leaf wrapped in crimson, appearing in the vast expanse of land...
A silver-haired girl standing on a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, leaning on a broken sword and roaring angrily to the sky...
The Blood True Ancestor slowly awakening while sitting on the throne...
A golden-haired girl lying into a crystal coffin, falling into a deep sleep...
...
Artemis quickly realized that these were scenes before and after Teacher Charlotte crossed time and space.
Time traced back from behind to the front, and as each scene flashed by, the brilliance of the Blood Holy Scripture sent by Him dimmed, while the Holy Scripture in that scene brightened.
'The same thing cannot appear in the same space-time.'
Artemis recalled the words of the teacher and instantly understood that these were Blood Holy Scriptures from different space-times, fusing with the one He sent out, becoming one.
The images flashed continuously, and with the union of the two crimson lights, they kept shattering, crossing time and space again and again, reincarnating again and again... eventually, reaching an endpoint.
The endpoint is also the beginning.
It was an elegant noble bed.
On the bed lay a beautiful girl with pale skin, looking about twelve or thirteen years old.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her golden hair disheveled, and she had already lost the breath of life.
It was the corpse of a young girl.
Outside the bed, a woman with red eyes was holding a black magic book, continuously chanting a spell to summon a bound Holy Spirit.
The crimson glow spread.
The illusory Blood Holy Scripture instantly entered the girl's body, and then... she slowly opened her eyes.
...
The image shattered here.
And everything Artemis had just seen in His mind also shattered like a bubble, the memories constantly dissipating as if they never existed. When He came back to His senses, He found Himself still standing in the stone house.
He was still using Lilith's incarnation, still gazing at the distant horizon, only now the horizon had no thunder, no cracks, only whirling snow.
Artemis frowned, feeling as if He had forgotten something, but quickly... this thought of forgetting also vanished.
But the next moment, He noticed that the Blood Holy Scripture teacher handed to Him was "missing."
Artemis's heart tightened, almost instinctively standing up, His expression extremely serious.
The blizzard stopped.
Haral, who was still at a playful age, excitedly pulled "Lilith" outside to play.
But Artemis didn't have much interest.
While placating Haral, who was no different from an ordinary child, He used divine power to sweep back and forth, frantically searching for the traces of the Blood Holy Scripture, his mood sinking:
'Did the Primordial take action?'
'Or did something change that I don't know about?'
'The Holy Scripture... where exactly did it go?!'
'Primordial... could it really be that the Primordial has resurfaced?'
Artemis's face grew increasingly gloomy, a hint of terror even faintly appearing in His pupils.
Until... commotion from the crowd came from afar.
And along with the commotion, there was also Father Halfdan's usual loud voice:
"Hahaha! Lord Apocalypse Heir! Please taste our mead!"
Hearing this title, Artemis suddenly froze.
He pulled Haral, frantically rushing back to the stone house, and then saw Father boldly sitting by the campfire, and opposite Father, was that all-too-familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar petite figure.
Seeing the curious gaze from the golden-haired girl, feeling the familiar aura of the Holy Scripture on her, a sudden understanding flooded Artemis's heart.
He let out a long breath, His eyes turning excited.
'Ah... so that's how it is...'
'It seems... I already succeeded in delivering it to the teacher's hands long ago...'
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