Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel-Chapter 938 - 10: The Destruction of the West Continent

Above the firmament, a pale giant eye overlooks all of creation, reigning supreme.

The sky trembles. Within the frightened gaze of the Elf Gods, an irresistible gravitational pull descends from the heavens, effortlessly capturing them.

The next moment, their majestic Divine Bodies crumble like sandcastles in the wind. The radiant light of their Divine Positions is stripped away, transforming into streams of light that plunge into the pupil of the giant eye...

The Primordial Will begins its indifferent harvest!

Under the harvest of the giant eye, the Elf Gods fall one by one. Various mythical omens of their fall overlap in the sky, spreading a scene akin to the end of the world across the entire firmament.

The Ocean God Oceanus watches in horror at all of this.

Only he and the serene-looking Artemis escape unscathed from this horrifying scene.

The latter had, unbeknownst to all, donned battle regalia, holy and majestic, with a pair of crescent pendants under her ears sparkling with radiant glow.

The radiance safeguarded both Artemis and Oceanus.

"Supreme Divine Artifact...!"

Oceanus suddenly realized, a look of envy upon his face.

But other myths were not as fortunate as they were.

Under the harvest of the giant eye, almost no myth could resist.

They erode away, amidst roars, screams, and howls, falling successively, finally becoming nourishment for the rising aura of the pale giant eye.

...

"Finally, it comes."

Above in the heavens, Charlotte sits upon the Blood Divine Throne, her face calm.

Crimson-gold radiance flickers in her pupils, and the Creation Divine Power accumulated over countless ages boils around her.

"Lilith, have everyone retreat."

Her voice resounds in the mind of Artemis.

The Moon Goddess's eyes flicker and she immediately steps back.

She raises her crescent-shaped Divine Staff, and the cool moonlight pours down with unprecedented intensity, turning into billions of leaping silver dots, precisely locating each panicking elf.

The instant the light touches them, the elves feel a gentle pull, their figures quickly fading, being drawn into temporary lunar-constructed shelters.

Unlike the deities, the Primordial power doesn't overly focus on them, allowing Artemis to save them just in time.

Almost instantaneously, Artemis retreats with Oceanus beyond the continent, then solemnly gazes at the sky.

Above in the heavens.

Just as the last elf is guided away by the moonlight, Charlotte on the Divine Throne finally moves.

The Creation Divine Power accumulated over countless ages boils around her, manifesting various anomalies—chaotic storms tearing open heavens and earth, radiant vortices of star birth, lush radiance of life's dawn, and... the continuously cycling and reshaping river of time and space.

Countless immense visions flow behind her, eventually collapsing, condensing into a blood-red moon illuminating the world.

The next moment, Eternal Night descends! 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

An unparalleled vast power instantaneously envelops the entire world. The blood moon rises slowly above all things, its light instantly overshadowing the pale giant eye's glow.

And Charlotte, on the Divine Throne, slowly stands up!

Behind her, the blood moon hangs high, and her pupils, radiant with brilliance.

She gently raises her hand and points across the vast distance at the indifferent giant eye.

At this moment, the Primordial Will finally realizes the trap laid across centuries.

It tries to withdraw and conceal, to return to nothingness, yet below— the tower built by Helios pouring all Divine Power, originally for the welcoming of the Divine Descent, suddenly bursts into endless golden light!

"Trying to escape? No... you cannot escape."

The Sun God Helios lets out a light laugh, his eyes veiled by Original Divine Power now cleared.

He spreads his arms, the golden Divine Power surging, intertwining light beams forming a cage, firmly imprisoning the giant eye within the firmament!

The light of the blood moon, like the torrent of destiny, rushes in.

Two forces sufficient to define "existence" itself collide fiercely.

There is no sound.

Or rather, the concept of sound itself is erased.

Only pure light replaces everything, vision occupied by infinite incandescence.

At the center of the collision, the concepts of color and sound are thoroughly erased, leaving only a pure energy storm, an ever-expanding singularity of annihilation, devouring everything.

Space shatters layer by layer like glass, and time becomes chaotic and fragmented.

Two diametrically opposed Creation Laws strangle and annihilate each other here, unleashing terrifying waves sufficient to extinguish stars and collapse dimensions.

This power unleashes without reservation upon the West Continent.

Lands and mountains within millions of miles evaporate at the touch of the Divine Power waves, returning to the most basic stream of particles.

The surrounding earth is torn apart easily like paper by indescribable force, then launched frantically outward along a radial trajectory.

Scorching magma is squeezed out from the planet's core, flowing like the planet's blood, pouring into the newly formed, bottomless chasm.

Incomparable volumes of seawater flood in, colliding fiercely with the magma, generating a blinding storm of steam enveloping the world!

This terrifying catastrophe lasts for a full seven days.

When the storm of destruction gradually subsides, and the steam enveloping the planet slowly settles...

The once West Continent has completely vanished.

In its place is an unimaginably vast radial Inner Sea, the water deep and calm, like a deep blue gemstone embedded in the planet's scar.

And around the Inner Sea, the fragments of the former continent transform into countless archipelagos, scattered along the trajectory of the Divine Power eruption, as if deities painted a cruel and magnificent eternal canvas on the canvas of the continent.

Above the firmament, the pale giant eye is covered in web-like cracks. After a painful wail, transcending all perception and acting directly upon the law's origin, it shatters entirely into fragments of nothingness, concealing once more.

The blood moon gradually disperses.

Charlotte before the Divine Throne slightly sways before barely maintaining her stance.

Her right arm, pointing a finger, has disappeared, leaving only the continuously surging crimson-gold Divine Power.

The next moment, as Divine Power regathers, her arm regenerates.

"Hmph, quick escape, isn't it."

With a cold snort, she retracts her Divine Power, glancing at the place the pale giant eye shattered.

A flicker of silver light, and the figure of Artemis appears below the Divine Throne.

His expression still carries indescribable shock, looking at Charlotte with deep reverence in his gaze.

"Teacher..."

He bows deeply with respect.

Charlotte nods slightly, then softly asks:

"What about Helios... how is he?"

Artemis responds:

"With your preemptive protective measures, I drew back his Divine Soul through our bloodline connection in time to stabilize his fractured Divine Position, but..."

His expression turns complex:

"He doesn't want to recreate his Divine Body; he... wishes to see you one more time."

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