Charlotte had a long dream.
In her dream, she traveled through time and became a noble girl from another world, who was hung on a cross by her evil grandmother.
At the critical moment, powerful power broke out in her body, and she awakened her own power and revived her ancient memories.
She remembered who she was.
She is Charlotte, but not Charlotte.
She is the ancestor of the blood race, the source of all blood descendants, the nightmare of the gods, the king of eternal night in charge of darkness and the blood moon...
She saw herself sitting high on the throne, accepting the submission of all living beings.
Blood descendants worship her, myths bow to her.
She saw herself standing on top of the world, looking up at the dazzling sun in the sky, her golden-red pupils full of complexity.
She saw herself raising her right hand and grabbing it towards the sun. The next moment... the world turned upside down, darkness swallowed the sun, and a huge blood moon slowly rose into the sky.
Suddenly, Charlotte saw "her" movement stop.
A pair of cold golden-red eyes looked over, and the cold voice contained no emotion:
"who?"
Charlotte was shocked for a moment.
And the next moment, the entire "dream" suddenly shattered.
A strong feeling of weightlessness came, as if falling from the sky. Soon, the feeling of weightlessness disappeared, and the body's perception quickly recovered.
Charlotte felt the cold.
Immediately afterwards, there was the pungent smell of blood and the smell of burnt wood.
The ground shook violently, and the wind howled in her ears. Charlotte heard angry shouts and roars, frightened pleas for mercy, and screams coming from all directions.
A sharp shout came from behind, and Charlotte subconsciously stretched out her hand to block it. When she opened her eyes, she saw an ugly humanoid monster looking at her in shock.
The monster had a wrinkled face and four arms. It wore simple leather armor and held an elf-style sword in its hand. The blade was slashing on Charlotte's arm.
To be more precise, on Charlotte's wrist.
However, there was no scar on Charlotte's wrist, but there was a gap in the sword in the monster's hand.
So weak...
Feeling the strength coming from her arm, this thought naturally flashed through Charlotte's mind.
She didn't even defend herself, but just subconsciously raised her arms to block because she didn't feel the slightest threat just now.
However, when Charlotte sensed the other person's aura, she was slightly startled.
The other party... is an initiate.
Not as good as Silver Moon, but at least as strong as Fanxing's later stage.
The monster in front of him had a surge of magic power, and there was already a faint tendency to release it. The sword was even slightly glowing with silver. The sword just struck was definitely cut down with all its strength after injecting magic power.
However, in Charlotte's perception, the feeling of being slashed by the opponent's sword is almost the same as being tickled...
Charlotte thought it was quite ridiculous.
At one moment, she even wondered if she was still in a "dream".
However, she quickly realized what was going on.
It’s not that the opponent’s strength is too weak.
But she herself... is too strong.
Charlotte looked down at her body.
She was wearing the women's mithril enchanted skirt and armor that she had selected before entering the crystal coffin, and she had an elf rapier at her waist.
Both the skirt armor and the rapier were flowing with the divine power of blood, which she injected into them before she fell asleep. These two pieces of equipment were already considered artifacts.
Obviously, just like the first time she "travelled", the "equipment" she wore traveled with her when she "awakened".
However, her physical condition was obviously different from before she fell asleep.
In Charlotte's perception, there is abundant magic flowing in her body. The continuous magic is intertwined with the blood, forming a network that continuously circulates in the body.
In the center of the network is her golden heart that beats regularly. In the heart, a pool of divine power filled with the divine power of blood is connected to her magic power, forming a delicate balance. In the pool of divine power, The golden red flame is burning brightly, it is the divine fire lit by Charlotte.
A faint radiance surrounded Charlotte, which was the glimmer of the divine power of blood intertwined with magic.
Under the dim light, Charlotte felt that her body was as hard as a copper wall.
No, it's not as if, but it is.
The gap in the monster's sword is proof of this.
Charlotte had never felt so powerful.
Unlike during the "Liberation of the True Ancestor", she did not activate the power of the Blood Sacred Scripture at this moment, but she still had the same feeling as when the "Liberation of the True Ancestor" occurred.
This made Charlotte somewhat unsure of her current state and strength.
She wanted to mobilize the Blood Sacred Scripture to check her personal status, but as expected, the Sacred Scripture was sealed again this time, and most of the power could not be used.
However, although many of the powers of the Holy Code cannot be used, Charlotte has a very strange feeling, that is, as long as she thinks about it now, even if she does not borrow the Blood Holy Code, she can still use some of the same powers as the Blood Holy Code. Same ability.
It only takes a moment to determine your physical condition.
It may be that the fusion of the faceless idol has further enhanced Charlotte's mental power, and her thinking has become faster, even fainter than when [Liberation of the True Ancestor].
And when Charlotte looked around, she was suddenly startled again.
The place where she found herself was a battlefield.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and snowflakes as big as goose feathers were flying in the howling wind.
On the ground, a brutal battle is starting.
There are thousands of people fighting on both sides, one side is monsters, and the other side is humans and half-elves.
The number of the former is relatively small, probably only two or three hundred, while the number of the latter is relatively large, almost three times the former.
However, the situation on the battlefield was such that the monsters had the upper hand, overwhelming the humans and half-elves. There was a faint possibility that the human-half-elves team would collapse.
The faces of those monsters are uglier than the last, and their bodies are extremely deformed. Some have four arms, some have three legs, and some even have two heads.
Their bodies look similar to humans, and their equipment is similar to that of humans and half-elves. The only difference is that almost all of them have a strange triangular symbol painted on their foreheads.
This is... the holy symbol of a certain god?
Charlotte's heart moved.
She looked at the humans and half-elves again.
On this side, there were more humans and fewer half-elves. They didn't have any symbols on them, but Charlotte saw red flags held high in their team.
And when Charlotte saw the flag clearly, she was stunned again.
On the red flag, a familiar pattern is outlined in white lines.
Although many places are different, the overall shape looks quite similar to the rose on Charlotte's Holy Emblem.
And if you look carefully, you can see that there are messy lines in some places on the pattern, which look like the intermittent thorns on the original holy emblem.
Not a symbol of Charlotte.
But it also looks like Charlotte’s symbol.
In other words, it's like it was taken from Charlotte's holy symbol.
At this moment, the humans and monsters around her stopped fighting in unison and looked at her in shock.
Or to be more precise, it was looking at her delicate wrist as she took the sword with her bare hands.
"Yes... she is the one favored by God! She is the favored one by God! Quick! Kill her! Kill her together!"
The monster attacking Charlotte suddenly shouted in terror.
The voice was hoarse, but Charlotte could understand it.
That was the exact same ancient Mirian language that Charlotte heard when she "travelled" for the first time.
Charlotte's heart moved slightly and she looked at the monster in front of her.
The ancient Mirian language is similar to the current common language of the continent, except that it lacks many imported words from Elvish. It is the oldest common language in the human world.
And considering that she most likely "traveled" to the past again, the identities of these monsters are very interesting.
These monsters...should also be humans.
At least it was once human.
The next moment, beast-like roars came from all directions, and six ferocious monsters rushed towards Charlotte brandishing maces and swords.
Magic power surged from their bodies, and they were all initiates.
Seeing this scene, a relatively well-equipped human warrior not far away changed his expression slightly and shouted "Be careful" towards Charlotte.
Charlotte's eyes swept over the monsters rushing towards her, her blue pupils extremely calm.
The attacks of several monsters were coming in an instant.
With a roar, the giant swords and maces in their hands hit the place where Charlotte was standing, causing a burst of snow mist to rise.
Looking at the flying ice shards, the corners of the monsters' mouths turned into evil smiles.
However, when the debris of ice and snow dispersed, their expressions quickly turned into shock.
There was nothing except a collapsed ground where they had just attacked.
He obviously didn't see the other party ducking away, but the enemy was nowhere to be seen.
The monster that first attacked Charlotte looked stunned.
It planned to turn its head to look for Charlotte, but its head did not obey its orders. It obviously turned its head to the right, but its sight suddenly flew away.
It saw its own body, it saw the familiar sword in its hand, and it saw the flat cut on its neck.
Blood spurted out, and at the end of its consciousness, it finally realized what had happened.
It was beheaded.
At the same time, the other six-headed monsters also froze in place.
Along with the spray of blood mist, their heads were separated from their bodies one after another, and their deformed bodies fell to the ground like rags.
This series of changes only happened in an instant.
Before the surrounding humans, half-elves and monsters could react to what was happening, all the advanced monsters that attacked Charlotte were killed.
After the monsters fell, everyone saw the mysterious girl who suddenly appeared on the battlefield standing ten meters away.
Her long golden hair danced with the biting cold wind, and her exquisite armor shone in the reflection of the snow.
The azure eyes are still calm, with a hint of brilliance flowing around them. Against the backdrop of the delicate face and fair skin, they give people a strong sense of mystery and nobility.
She slowly put away the elf rapier in her hand, not even a trace of blood remaining on the blade.
Although she looks quite young, no one dares to underestimate the girl's strength at this moment.
Eyes focused on her, full of shock and shock.
"So...so strong!"
The human warrior who had just reminded Charlotte widened his eyes.
Charlotte was also surprised by her own strength.
Slow, too slow.
She didn't expect that the initiate's movements could be so slow, so that she almost casually beheaded these monsters one after another, and the monsters didn't even react.
Of course, she also knew that it wasn't that the other party was really that slow, but that her speed was too fast.
Her current strength has exceeded her expectations. These initiates who still needed her to fight in the past are now like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of her.
The last time she had a similar feeling was when she was liberating the True Ancestor.
But obviously, she is not liberating the True Ancestor now.
Not only that, she didn't even use magic power just now, but relied entirely on the speed and strength of her physical body.
This further comparison of strength allowed Charlotte to come to a conclusion that may sound outrageous, but is actually quite possible and quite exciting...
Her current strength...even if it doesn't reach it, is probably close to legendary.
After letting out a breath, Charlotte looked around.
Seeing her gaze, the monsters around them showed fear and subconsciously took a step back.
Even humans and half-elves looked at her with awe and vigilance.
"Haha, I really didn't expect... to be able to see a person favored by God here!"
A series of rough laughter came, attracting Charlotte's attention.
She looked over and saw a commotion on the side of the monster. They all moved aside, and a monster covered in heavy armor came out.
It was a monster nearly three meters tall. Compared with other monsters, he had more human features, but there was a ferocious tail behind him.
He was carrying a huge sword, and his body was filled with evil energy. His iron tower-like body brought great pressure to people.
And his aura is far superior to that of other monsters. In Charlotte's perception, it even exceeds that of Sebas.
This is an extraordinary person with blazing strength.
He also has a triangular symbol on his forehead, but unlike other monsters, the symbol on his forehead is obviously not painted, but seems to be engraved.
Not only that, in Charlotte's "vision", he was vaguely surrounded by dark green light.
That turned out to be some kind of divine power.
"Troll...troll!"
The human side let out a low cry.
Their expressions changed, showing fear, and they subconsciously retreated back.
However, the monster they called the "troll" didn't even look at the crowd.
His dark yellow eyes only reflected Charlotte's figure, and his expression was full of fighting spirit and interest:
"I am Athos, a subordinate of the God of Hatred and Distortion, the Lord of Destiny in the Northern Territory."
"I wonder which god you are a descendant of, why do you want to intervene in the dispute between us and these hypocrites?"
