Gospel of Blood-Chapter 656 : The Deviation of History

On the 1st of Sixth Month, in the 1213th year of the Elven Era, the Children of the Oracle were born—a pair of twin siblings, divinely sacred from the moment of their birth.

On that day, holy radiance descended, blossoms bloomed in a myriad of colors, songs of the spirit echoed across the heavens, and even the gods were stirred.

At the same time, as if delivered by divine oracle, the names of the twins resounded in the hearts of all elves—

Child of the Sun: Helios.

Child of the Silver Moon: Artemis.

The magnificent celestial phenomena lasted for a full seven days.

Under the radiance of divine light, elves bathed in the glow broke through in cultivation one after another, and the entire Holy City was set ablaze with celebration.

To commemorate the birth of the twins and their victory on the Eastern Continent, the Elven Elder Council decided to designate this day as Day of Divine Grace.

“Day of Divine Grace… In other words, this marks the beginning of the Mythic Era.”

High above the skies, looking down upon the joyful and jubilant Holy City of the elves, Charlotte murmured to herself.

Her gaze rested upon the newborns—Lilith and Harald—her crimson-golden eyes flickering with the deep starlight.

This was different from the history she had known.

Helios and Artemis were already gods from the moment they were born.

But in the history she remembered, these two had been ordinary elves who later ascended to godhood.

“The established history… has deviated.”

Charlotte’s eyes shimmered with a strange light.

This was not a bad thing.

History that has already occurred cannot be changed—this was a foundational law embedded into the world by the descent of the Creator God.

Yet now, history had deviated, which meant that the rules embedded by It were beginning to waver.

And the only reason such a thing could happen… was that Charlotte’s power level was growing ever closer to His.

Of course, it was merely approaching—not equal. Not to mention, the other party was still in a state of wounded slumber.

Whether wounded or asleep, both would result in a weakening of power.

But regardless—what was “established” has now changed.

And change… meant possibility.

“However… established history isn’t something that should be altered. At least… not yet.”

Looking at the twins enveloped in divine radiance, Charlotte raised her hand slightly. Crimson-gold light gathered and silently enveloped the entire Holy City.

Soon, the celestial phenomena surrounding the twins’ birth faded. The divine power within their bodies slowly contracted and was sealed, and they quickly reverted to appearing as two ordinary elves.

And to this, the elves noticed nothing.

They continued their jubilant celebration, though their perception of the twins had subtly shifted—from born divine to Children of the Oracle possessing divine omens.

Even the elven gods within the Holy City failed to notice anything unusual. Their understanding too had been unconsciously altered.

In that moment, everyone forgot that the newborns had been innate gods.

“The time hasn’t come yet. I can’t let Him sense the change I’ve brought.”

Charlotte murmured, retracting her gaze from Lilith and Harald.

…

Time flew by swiftly.

Under the tender care of the elves, the Oracle Twins grew up healthy, year after year.

Though Charlotte had sealed their powers, their extraordinary talent still allowed them to grow at a pace that even left the elven gods astonished.

As a long-lived race, elves normally require a century to reach adulthood.

Yet in less than twenty years, Helios and Artemis had already matured to the equivalent of adult elves, and their powers had surpassed Blazing Sun, nearing Legendary-rank.

Meanwhile, the war between the elves and the Old Gods of Myria still continued.

And with the ongoing war came ongoing interactions, and as the two civilizations grew to understand each other, various customs and artifacts originating from the Old Gods of Myria quietly began spreading among the elves.

Bold totemic markings, mysterious bloodline magics, and exotic Myrian stoneware and cuisine all fascinated the inherently curious and artistic elves.

Some elves who had landed on Myria even fell in love with descendants of the Old Gods—or other humanoid races who were still enslaved as godborn thralls—and from these unions emerged a new race on the Myria continent—

Half-elves.

Gradually, even some of the milder Old God faiths began to attract a small number of elven followers.

Although the Holy City of the Elves issued strict decrees forbidding it, a few elves still remained fascinated by such beliefs.

Until thirty years later, when Charlotte awakened from her meditative slumber.

“So… civilization has begun to intermingle?”

Gazing down at the two continents below—locked in both conflict and cooperation—Charlotte’s eyes held a trace of contemplation.

The blending of civilizations was something she had anticipated from the beginning. It was also something that had occurred in the original timeline.

However…

“Too fast. Has He begun to sense something?”

Looking at those scattered elves on the Western Continent who had changed their beliefs and begun worshipping the Old Gods of Myria, Charlotte fell silent in thought.

“It probably hasn’t reached that point yet… but He’s likely already set His sights on the elves.”

“After all… they are a powerful race that doesn’t worship the Old Gods, but rather possesses gods of their own.”

The Old Gods of Myria were extensions of the Creator God’s power, but the elven deities were not.

Though nearly all extraordinary power stemmed from the Creator God’s descent, it was clear that the faith offered by elves to their own independent pantheon returned far less to the Creator God than what the Old God factions provided.

In such a case, drawing the elves into His control would be an inevitable move for the Creator God.

Charlotte glanced once more at those few elves with divergent faiths—but she did not interfere.

She couldn’t be sure if this was a test.

Even if it wasn’t, she still didn’t plan to stop it.

Because this… was something she was more than happy to see.

They wanted to infiltrate.

But she, too, wished to do the same.

And beyond that… the Western Continent had always been part of Charlotte’s plan—a battlefield where she would strike another heavy blow against the Creator God!

“Even though I’ve tried my best to avoid it… my very presence has still ended up affecting history.”

“But there’s no helping it. To change the future… one must act. And the moment one succeeds in acting, change is inevitable…”

“Signs of deviation in history have already appeared. Sooner or later, He will notice them…”

“The spread of extraordinary power is happening even faster than I anticipated. At this rate, His resurrection won’t take thousands of years like in the original timeline…”

“It’ll likely… take no more than five hundred years. Whatever the true history may have held—in this timeline I’ve crossed into, five hundred years from now… I will most certainly have to face Him!”

Five hundred years…

Staring at the flourishing, thriving elven continent, Charlotte’s expression turned a little complicated.

According to the records of the original timeline, the Western Continent’s destruction occurred around the year 1700 of the Elven Era.

And just then, Charlotte felt a faint sensation stir within her.

She looked toward a certain stretch of beach on the Western Continent.

A cool sea breeze blew gently across the coast, soft golden sands shimmering faintly under the sunlight.

And on the shoreline, a wounded, stranded octopus was being pecked and harassed by a group of seagulls, struggling helplessly.

Sensing the familiar rhythm of spirituality, Charlotte’s lips couldn’t help but curl upward—

“Ah… so it’s you.”

“I never expected to see you in such a sorry state.”

With a soft chuckle, she took a mental note of the octopus surrounded by birds, then casually sent a strand of divine power down, before casting one last glance toward the Holy City.

Crimson-golden divine light fell and bathed the octopus.

Startled, the flock of seagulls took to the skies in a flurry of wings, while the struggling octopus trembled—its murky spirituality beginning to shift in mysterious ways, faintly showing signs of evolving into a sentient soul.

And at the same moment…

Within the Holy City, surrounded by children weaving flower rings, Artemis suddenly had a random impulse.

Handing the flowers and vines to the other children, she cheerfully ran toward the divine temple.

“Brother Helios! Brother Helios!”

Like the wind, the silver-haired girl dashed into the hall, rushing past startled and reverent guards, and burst into the study.

“Brother!”

She pulled up the handsome elven youth who was reading a “Travelogue of Myria”, her beautiful face blooming with joy—

“Let’s go play at the beach together!”

Watching the silver-haired girl drag her doting yet helpless older brother toward the sea, Charlotte murmured softly—

“This time… let’s reshape a new history—together.”