Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 198 Divine Oracle Call

Zarathustra looked out of the ship with a knowing look, and Russell subconsciously followed Zarathustra's gaze.

The moonlight suddenly brightened several notches, turning the entire river blood-red.

The full moon hanging in the sky was also blood red.

Such a celestial phenomenon was so obvious that it was impossible not to pay attention to it.

"Blood Moon?" Rosell exclaimed in astonishment. Blood Moons occur for one or two days every month, causing a surge in spirituality worldwide and an outburst of negative emotions from all living beings.

This is also a dangerous day for extraordinary individuals to lose control, as excessive spirituality can cause them to see things they shouldn't see.

"Isn't today the day of the 'Blood Moon'?" Roselle's expression changed slightly, and he immediately thought of the "Primal Moon" believer he had killed.

This blood moon is inextricably linked to sects that worship the "primordial moon".

"Let's go take a look." Zarathustra and Rosell arrived together outside the vampire lady's room.

The other priests of the "Craftsmen's Church" stood guard outside the door, not daring to enter.

"Bravour Sun!" Rosell pulled a sun badge from his pocket, and the intense sunlight illuminated every corner.

It's like a little sun, purifying any evil aura and even making everyone feel the sun's warmth.

If Roselle had had this magical item before, she wouldn't have needed to go through so much trouble to kill a vampire.

"Go in." Zarathustra's eyes darkened for a moment as he completed the divination, confirming that there was no danger.

Russell, holding the Sun Badge, cautiously pushed open the door; the room remained exactly as he had left it.

The decapitated vampire woman lay on the ground, next to a fist-sized, blood-red object resembling a heart. This object was transparent, with a pool of blood flowing inside.

Zarathustra's gaze swept over the vampire's body, then settled on that extraordinary characteristic, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"Old sir, is there something wrong here?" Roselle was extremely good at reading people and could glean some information from Zarathustra's expression.

"It's strange that there are no problems," Zarathustra shook his head slightly.

"No problem?" Rosell frowned as well. "She was just talking about performing a ritual pointing to the 'original moon'."

"That means it's not finished." Zarathustra seemed thoughtful, but he had already relaxed.

"However, just to be on the safe side, I suggest you hold a ceremony and pray to the 'God of Craftsmen' to purify this room," Zarathustra advised.

"Okay!" Rosell knew how evil these cultists were, and nodded solemnly.

"Then you can handle it." Zarathustra glanced at Rosell, nodded slightly, and returned to his room.

"Begin the ceremony, pray to my Lord!" The ceremony naturally did not require Roselle's preparation. He held the Sun Badge at all times, remaining vigilant until the ritual magic purified the entire room before he could relax.

"That was terrifying!" Rosell breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Luckily I didn't actually go all the way, otherwise..." Rosell felt a wave of fear wash over him.

"I won't... I won't date so many people in the future!" Roselle secretly vowed that if he failed because of this, he would be too ashamed to face anyone.

"Thank goodness there was a silver medal as a warning, otherwise we would have really been in deep trouble."

He was also relieved that the silver medal had given him a warning, and that he had done a divination beforehand; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

After finishing everything, Russell returned to his room, but he couldn't calm down. The blood-red moonlight made him feel uneasy.

"Stay away from vampires from now on..." Rosell's consciousness was hazy.

"Tsk, is it really that big of a deal?"

Meanwhile, in the purified room, Truman held a blood-red crystal, marveling at it.

This crimson crystal was taken from the vampire woman's body.

It is a century-old condensation of crimson moonlight. It doesn't possess any particularly powerful force and might even be overlooked, but it can form a secret connection with the crimson moon.

If Roselle and that vampire really had a relationship, then this thing might corrupt Roselle in that way.

This pollution will gradually worsen, and even without human encouragement, it will likely end up like going to the moon, contaminated and unable to survive.

"It's unbelievable that the old days would take action against Sequence Six."

Truman has lived for over three thousand years, but in his memory, only the future "Fool" would receive such treatment, having been targeted by the Old Ones during Sequence Six.

"So, do these successors chosen by the 'Lord of Mysteries' all possess some kind of special quality that makes them so popular with the Old Ones?"

"Hmm, worth studying!"

Truman stared at the blood moon in the sky, remaining silent, and with a forceful squeeze of his fingers, crushed the blood-red crystal in his hand into powder.

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The effects of the blood moon are global; all extraordinary beings can feel the fluctuations in their spirituality, which has caused many to see things they shouldn't have, leaving them in a very bad state.

But in some people's eyes, this is a gift from the gods.

"The unique red moon, a symbol of life and beauty, the mother of all spirits..."

A priest dressed in a blood-red robe prayed, and the blood-red moonlight shone on the altar piled with human heads, bones, and entrails.

At the very center of the altar was an indescribable idol made of stacked human eyeballs.

The crimson moonlight flowed like water, gradually climbing onto those eyeballs.

call!

The spirituality of this area suddenly surged, and the fireworks representing the gods suddenly blazed brightly.

The sacrificial priest prostrated himself on the ground, continuously chanting the revered name of the "Primordial Moon".

At this moment, all the eyeballs were stained with blood. They seemed to come alive, began to pulsate, and left a line of words on the altar.

After a long while, the priest, feeling the spirituality fading, dared to raise his head and see the divine message left by the "Primordial Moon".

"Rossel Gustav?"

The priests deciphered the name from the oracle.

His body was trembling; this was the first time the gods had issued such a specific divine decree.

"Deliver the oracle to every believer." The priest devoutly made a copy of the oracle and then instructed his assistant.

"Yes!" His assistant glanced at the oracle with fervor, memorized the name, and slowly withdrew, conveying the information about the name to every believer of the "Primordial Moon."

For a long time to come, this name will be the primary target of the "Primal Moon" believers.

Of course, this "hunting" doesn't necessarily have to be a real hunt; the location can be changed, it can be on a boat or in bed.

People who believe in "symbols of life and beauty" are naturally very attractive.

If a woman lacks charm, a male vampire is also extremely handsome and can certainly fulfill the role.

(End of this chapter)