Gospel of Blood-Chapter 661 : The Destruction of the Western Continent

High above the heavens, the pale, colossal eye that gazed down upon all beings ruled over the world.

The sky trembled. In the terrified gazes of the elven gods, an irresistible gravitational force descended from the firmament, effortlessly seizing hold of them.

In the next instant, their majestic divine bodies collapsed like wind-dried sandcastles. The resplendent radiance of their godhood was stripped away thread by thread, transforming into streaks of light that streamed into the pupil of the giant eye…

The Will of Origin… had begun, with cold indifference, to carry out its harvest.

Under the harvesting of the giant eye, the elven gods fell one after another. All manner of divine-fall phenomena overlapped across the sky, and the firmament itself spread strange sights akin to the end of the world.

Oceanus, the God of the Sea, looked on in terror.

Such a horrifying scene—only he and the calm-faced Artemis were spared.

At some point, the latter had already changed into combat-ready divine attire, sacred and imposing. A pair of crescent-moon pendants, hanging beneath her ears and shimmering with silver light, burst forth with brilliant radiance.

That radiance protected Artemis, and it also protected Oceanus.

“A supreme artifact…!”

Oceanus suddenly understood, his face filled with envy.

The other myths, however, were not so fortunate.

Before the harvest of the giant eye, almost no god could resist.

They weathered away one by one—amid roars, screams, and howls—falling in succession, until they became nourishment for the rising aura of the pale giant eye.

……

“At last, it has come.”

High above the heavens, Charlotte sat upon the Throne of Blood, her expression calm.

Crimson-gold radiance flickered within her pupils, and the True Ancestor divine power accumulated over countless ages boiled around her.

“Lilith, take everyone and retreat.”

Her voice echoed within Artemis’s mind.

The Moon Goddess’s gaze flickered, and she immediately withdrew.

She raised her crescent-shaped divine staff high, and cool moonlight poured down with unprecedented intensity, transforming into billions of leaping silver motes that precisely found every panicked elf.

The moment the light touched them, the elves felt a gentle pulling force. Their figures rapidly faded, drawn into temporary sanctuary spaces constructed of moonlight.

Unlike the gods, the Origin’s power did not overly concern itself with them—enough for Artemis to rescue them in time.

Almost instantly, Artemis retreated beyond the continent together with Oceanus, then solemnly looked back toward the sky.

High above the heavens.

At the very moment the last elf was guided away by moonlight, Charlotte—seated upon the divine throne—finally moved.

The True Ancestor divine power accumulated over countless ages boiled around her, manifesting myriad phenomena: chaos storms that split heaven and earth, brilliant vortices of newborn stars, lush radiance of budding life, and… the ceaselessly revolving and reshaping river of time and space.

Countless grand visions flowed behind her, then collapsed and condensed, forming a blood-red moon that illuminated heaven and earth.

In the next instant, eternal night descended!

An incomparably vast pressure instantly enveloped the entire world. The blood moon, towering above all existence, slowly rose, its radiance instantly overwhelming the light of the pale giant eye.

And Charlotte, upon the divine throne, slowly stood up.

Behind her, the blood moon hung high. In her pupils, radiant light blossomed.

She gently raised her hand and, from afar, pointed toward that indifferent giant eye.

At this moment, the Will of Origin finally realized the trap that had spanned centuries.

It attempted to withdraw and conceal itself, returning to nothingness—yet below, the sky-piercing tower that Helios had built with all his divine power, originally meant to welcome a divine descent, suddenly erupted with endless golden light!

“Trying to flee? No… you can’t escape.”

The Sun God Helios let out a soft laugh. At some point, the eyes once clouded by Origin power had regained clarity.

He spread his arms wide. Golden divine power surged, beams of light interweaving into a cage that locked the giant eye firmly within a prison in the sky!

The light of the blood moon surged forth like a torrent of destiny.

Two world-defining forces of creation collided head-on.

There was no sound.

Or rather, the very concept of sound had been erased.

Only pure light replaced everything, vision consumed by infinite white brilliance.

At the center of the collision, the concepts of color and sound were utterly annihilated, leaving only a pure energy storm—a constantly expanding, all-devouring singularity of destruction.

Space shattered layer by layer like glass. Time grew chaotic and fragmented.

Two utterly different laws of creation tore into and annihilated each other here, unleashing terrifying waves capable of extinguishing starlight and collapsing dimensions.

This power poured down upon the Western Continent without restraint.

Land and mountains across billions of miles vaporized the instant they touched the divine waves, returning to the most fundamental particle streams.

The surrounding land was ripped apart with unimaginable force, torn like paper, then hurled outward along radial trajectories.

Scalding magma was forced up from the planet’s core, like the planet’s own blood, surging into newly formed, bottomless chasms.

Vast quantities of seawater rushed back in, colliding violently with the magma and giving rise to a blazing white steam storm that shrouded the entire world!

This horrific catastrophe lasted a full seven days.

When the storm of destruction gradually subsided, and the steam blanketing the planet slowly settled…

The former Western Continent had completely vanished.

In its place lay an enormous, unimaginable radial inland sea, its waters deep and tranquil, like a dark-blue gem embedded in the planet’s wound.

Within and around this inland sea, the fragments of the former continent had become countless archipelagos, scattered along the radial paths of the divine explosion—like a god using a continent as canvas to paint a cruel yet magnificent eternal tableau.

High above the heavens, the pale giant eye was riddled with spider-web cracks. After releasing a scream of agony that transcended all perception and struck directly at the root of the rules themselves, it shattered completely into fragments of nothingness and concealed itself once more.

The blood moon slowly faded.

Before the divine throne, Charlotte swayed slightly, barely maintaining her stance.

The right arm she had extended was gone, leaving only surging scarlet-gold divine power.

In the next moment, divine power condensed again, and her arm regrew.

“Hmph, it ran away rather quickly.”

She let out a cold snort after glancing at where the pale giant eye had shattered, then withdrew her power.

Silver light flashed, and Artemis’s figure appeared beneath the divine throne.

Her expression still carried indescribable shock. When she looked at Charlotte, only deep reverence remained.

“Teacher…”

She bowed respectfully.

Charlotte nodded slightly, then softly asked.

“Helios… how is he?”

Artemis replied.

“With the protective measures you gave in advance, I used our bloodline connection to retrieve his divine soul early, stabilizing his shattered godhood. However…”

Her expression grew complex.

“He doesn’t want to rebuild his divine body. He… wants to see you one more time.”