Gospel of Blood-Chapter 543 : Time Travel and Distortion Node

Charlotte never expected to find ‘Origin’ power within Rowena. Her first thought was whether Rowena might be controlled by this power.

However, this notion was quickly dismissed. She could sense the clarity and vibrancy of Rowena’s soul.

Although tainted by the familiar essence, Rowena’s consciousness remained pure and whole, unlike the two “polluted” Demigods. Rowena hadn’t become “one of those beings”; she was merely tainted by the ‘Origin’ essence.

Charlotte naturally recalled the moment she rescued Rowena from the Old Gods’ priest.

The “crystal ball” in the priest’s hand, and the familiar gray-white mist that spread from it… it was the same as the aura behind the “door.”

Charlotte had a revelation.

“Of course, it was during that time when she got tainted.”

She looked at Rowena, who was nervously waiting with her eyes closed, and sighed inwardly.

“Good thing I noticed it early. If left unchecked, this taint could have become true ‘corruption’.”

“But why Rowena? There were many priests in the Old Gods’ army, yet only that one seemed capable of wielding ‘Origin’ power.”

“That priest soon ended himself.”

“Although rescuing Rowena was a coincidence, now that I think about it… I felt the ‘Origin’ call when I first arrived here.”

“That Old Gods’ priest… didn’t kill Roena directly but seemed to want to control her instead. That’s no coincidence.”

“Not only that, the two ‘Demigods’ who attacked later seemed to have Rowena as their target initially before realizing they couldn’t defeat me.”

“Thinking back… their goal seemed pre-determined, highly specific.”

“Could the Old Gods’ invasion not just be an opportunistic attack during Lilith’s weakness but have a deeper purpose?”

“Their goal… to control Rowena?”

“But why Rowena?”

Charlotte’s thoughts felt absurd.

Rowena was just a typical third-generation bloodborne in this era, unlikely to attract higher beings’ attention, let alone become a war target. Yet the priest’s targeting and the Demigods’ ambush were too deliberate to ignore.

Had Charlotte not arrived in time to save Rowena, things would have been dire.

Her speed and luck were crucial. One might even call it “fate’s” blessing.

However, many aspects still didn’t make sense. If Rowena was the target, the Old Gods’ preparations seemed too rushed.

This invasion was clearly long-planned. While their late-game tactics targeted Rowena, suggesting the entire war aimed to control a third-generation bloodborne seemed off.

It felt like the Old Gods’ initial goal was to exploit Lilith’s weakness but shifted abruptly mid-conflict. This shift aligned with Charlotte’s participation.

Strange.

Very strange.

Charlotte felt she was missing something.

“The Old Gods’ priest pulled Rowena into an illusion. Perhaps… cleansing her ‘Origin’ taint might reveal what she saw in that illusion.”

Charlotte used her divine power to activate the Gospel of Blood within her consciousness.

The ethereal Gospel of Blood glowed softly, drawing out the ‘Origin’ taint from Rowena.

As she expelled the gray-white mist from Rowena’s body, it suddenly transformed into a blurry face. The face was indistinct, its hollow eyes gazing at Charlotte.

Recognizing it instantly, Charlotte’s expression changed.

This face was the same as the one who had tested her by possessing a Nez bloodborne, and then masquerading as Sea King Oceanus to coax her into cooperation—this mysterious “God”.

The face’s manner, expression, and aura were identical.

Charlotte immediately became vigilant, activating her blood divine power.

The face eerily looked at Charlotte, then laughed strangely.

“Hahaha… so that’s how it is?”

“Is this… the power of history?”

“Nyx, you may have escaped this time, but… I’ve discovered your secret…”

“I’ve caught up to you. We’re on the same starting line.”

“Next time, you won’t be so ‘lucky’…”

“Nyx… struggle with all your might. Everything you have will be mine.”

“Heh… hahaha…”

The face distorted, expanded, and then dissipated.

Charlotte felt like thunder had struck her mind, leaving her hair standing on end.

Nyx…

They called me Nyx!

Charlotte’s eyes widened in shock.

She initially thought she had encountered a God from this era by chance, but the title indicated they knew her true identity. It was clear this wasn’t their first meeting, they recognized her.

They weren’t from this era but from her own era!

The entity from behind the ‘Door’ had come with her through time.

This realization left Charlotte heavy-hearted.

If the entity from behind the ‘Door’ could time travel, it was problematic.

Charlotte surmised that Lilith had created the Gospel of Blood to have her correct history, fill the gaps, and perhaps replace the “True Ancestor of Blood.”

Her foe was likely the entity behind the ‘Door’.

Now, the entity seemed to possess time-travel abilities too.

“So, the Old Gods’ army’s inconsistencies were caused by the entity behind the ‘Door’?”

“It crossed time too, altering their goal, making them target Lilith and ambush nearby with Demigods.”

“So, the Old Gods’ invasion initially aimed to exploit Lilith’s weakness but shifted after my involvement.”

“I used Lilith’s identity to traverse time. If the entity behind the ‘Door’ also came through, does it have an identity here?”

“Is it the one backing those two Demigods?”

Charlotte connected many dots at that moment.

Not only that, but as Charlotte reflected on the words spoken before the blurred faces disintegrated, she thought of more.

“So… is what’s beyond the ‘Door’ trying to prevent me from changing history, to thwart Lilith’s plan?”

“Has it also traveled to this era… to stop the changes in history? Is its attack on Rowena also part of that prevention?”

“Then… why Rowena? Does Rowena have something special? Is it because she is one of the Five Blood Princes of later generations, or is… her existence part of Lilith’s plan?”

“Since the things beyond the ‘Door’ ultimately failed and I saved Rowena just as they were about to succeed, could this be… the power of ‘history’?”

“History cannot be changed, but it can be created. Rowena cannot die in this era, so… were the things beyond the ‘Door’ trying to ‘change’ the history that had already occurred?”

“I… seem to be getting closer to the truth of the bloodborne. If I can unravel all this, perhaps… I might discover the true secrets of the Mythic Era.”

Charlotte pondered.

The appearance of the entity beyond the ‘Door’ caught her off guard.

This made Charlotte’s mood even heavier.

Fortunately, after several time-travel experiences, Charlotte had gained a relatively deep understanding of time travel.

History that has already happened cannot be changed, and there are many constraints to trying to “change” history.

Moreover, unlike herself, the things beyond the ‘Door’ were clearly traveling through time and space for the first time.

The entity was chasing after her, which suggests that it was likely also using Charlotte’s time travel to achieve its own travel.

If this judgment is correct, then the entity itself… probably cannot actively travel through time.

“Is it because of the stone door in my subconscious? That door established a connection with my consciousness, so… could the entity beyond the door have followed me through time when I traveled using the Gospel of Blood?”

“Its primary target is not me, but Rowena. Does this mean… that there is something about Rowena that I don’t know?”

Charlotte pondered.

Thinking of this, Charlotte looked again at the bloodborne girl before her.

“Perhaps… by examining what illusions she experienced in her subconscious, I might find the answers I’m looking for…”

With this thought, Charlotte channeled the blood divine power once more.

The innate magic for probing illusions activated, and Charlotte soon entered Rowena’s consciousness, reading the illusions she had previously experienced…

The scene shifted, and Charlotte saw a sea of flames.

In the sea of flames, Rowena knelt under a crimson half-moon, her face showing despair.

She was covered in blood, wearing the divine armor that Charlotte had seen in soul remnants from later generations, her divine power almost depleted.

Gray-white tentacles surged from the ground, gradually engulfing her…

In the next moment, the vision plunged into darkness, and the scene shifted again.

This time, it was a battlefield.

On a mountain of corpses, Rowena leaned on her divine sword, standing with difficulty.

Her divine armor was already shattered. She looked up at the broken blood moon in the sky, her gaze still filled with despair.

Brilliant light descended, and her body ignited with pale flames that consumed her body, the corpses, and everything…

The vision darkened once more.

In the next moment, the scene shifted again.

This time, it was a shattered castle.

The throne collapsed, blood flowed like a river, and Rowena, covered in blood, stood amidst piles of skeletons.

In the sky above, the broken blood moon hung high.

The moonlight gradually turned silver, then pure white.

Under the radiance, Rowena’s body gradually stiffened and finally shattered…

The vision… darkened once again.

Charlotte couldn’t count how many scenes she saw.

Hundreds?

Thousands?

Or perhaps… tens of thousands?

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Charlotte couldn’t keep track.

Each scene was a brief moment.

Scenes of the fall of the Blood Princess, the Crimson Queen Rowena.

The scenes varied, but the only similarity was the broken blood moon high in the sky and the despairing expression on Rowena before her fall.

Until… the last similar scene appeared.

It was another castle.

A black castle, majestic and heavy, with a crimson light emanating from the blood moon outside the skylight.

On the ancient and majestic Blood Throne, a silver-haired God sat. Their face was shrouded in crimson mist, obscuring Their appearance.

Rowena, in divine armor, raised her divine sword and, along with several blurred figures, drove the sword into the silver-haired God’s chest.

The crimson moonlight illuminated the hall, casting shadows on the indistinct bas-reliefs on the walls, and reflecting the delicate face of the Crimson Queen.

She looked sorrowful, tears streaming down her cheeks, her crimson eyes filled with grief.

As the crimson moonlight fell, the mist surrounding the silver-haired God dissipated.

Golden-red eyes, a face of unparalleled beauty.

It was identical to Charlotte’s own appearance.

The silver-haired God smiled, reached out to wipe the tears from Rowena’s face, and murmured something.

Light spread from the God, and a phantom crimson book slowly emerged from Her chest.

The book suddenly shattered, with scattered pages flying in all directions, while the remaining cover fell into Rowena’s hands…

Crimson light spread.

The silver-haired God’s divine body suddenly disintegrated.

The entire world… plunged into darkness once more.

…

Charlotte saw Rowena running in the darkness.

This time, she wore silver armor from the battle against the Old Gods, still in her pre-divine form as a bloodborne girl, holding a phantom book.

Darkness spread continuously, with countless gray-white arms reaching from all directions, chasing Rowena.

The arms grabbed her ankles, climbed her body, and eventually dragged her into an endless abyss.

In the abyss, gray-white mist spread, and a pair of pure white eyes slowly appeared, like a cold venomous snake, fixating on the struggling bloodborne girl.

A cold, aloof, and elevated voice sounded.

“I found you, the distortion node.”