pain.

Severe pain!

When Charlotte woke up again, she found that she was hanging on a metal cross, and four huge iron nails penetrated her left and right palms and the two crossed soles of her feet.

The gurgling blood flowed down the cross like a stream and poured into the grooves already carved on the ground.

Charlotte endured the pain and looked at it. Under the dim crimson moonlight from the skylight, she could probably see that it was a circular pattern with a cross as the center. It was extremely complex and looked like a magic circle in a novel. It was surrounded by maids and waiters kneeling in costumes.

Pretending to be a living corpse.

The Countess of Castells stood at the front, exuding an aura of trembling fear.

She was facing herself, holding a blood-red fragment in her hand, as if it had been torn from some ancient book.

Seeing Charlotte waking up leisurely, the countess smiled slightly, showing two sharp teeth:

"Hey, my baby, you're awake."

Charlotte's heart sank.

Hanging on a cross is not a good situation.

Combined with the strange-looking magic circle beneath him and the living corpses around him that were obviously doing some kind of prayer, Charlotte, who was familiar with Internet articles, had roughly guessed that she was probably being used as a sacrifice by the other party.

This world... is not an ordinary different world at all!

His brain was running rapidly, Charlotte sniffed, and the crystal tears fell down like silver beads in an instant, leaving two curved tear stains on her pretty pink face.

"Uuuuuu...grandma..."

She spoke softly and looked at Countess Castells with a weak, pitiful and helpless look.

Seeing that pitiful and unbearable appearance, even Countess Castel, who had turned into a monster, was slightly startled, and the terrifying aura on her body was faintly stagnant.

But soon, her eyes became profound again.

Scarlet eyes flickered slightly, and his greedy gaze slowly slid over Charlotte's body:

"What a charming little elf. It's a pity that she can't be adopted as a charming blood servant."

As she spoke, she opened her ferocious mouth and mocked like a hunter teasing his prey:

"Poor little thing, now... stop pretending."

"Little Charlotte has died of illness a long time ago. You are just the true spirit of the saint from the Holy Royal Court that I summoned to complete the final blood sacrifice ceremony."

"Haha... If I use the saint's true spirit as a sacrifice, I believe my Lord will be quite satisfied!"

The secret of time travel was exposed, and Charlotte felt her heart tighten.

But along with it, there was still a trace of doubt.

The true spirit of the saints of the Holy Court?

What the hell is that?

As if he thought of something, Charlotte's heart moved slightly.

She quickly stopped sobbing and said quickly:

"Grandma, no, Countess Castel, I think... there may be some misunderstanding between us..."

However, the old woman lost interest in continuing to chat and shook her head mockingly:

"Misunderstanding? Hey, it's a pointless struggle."

After saying that, she took out a filthy cross from her arms and pointed it at the girl hanging in the air.

The old and crazy voice trembled slightly, and his expression was ferocious and fanatical:

"Come on! Holy Spirit! Let me appreciate your about-to-fall divine light and painfully twisted expression!"

A deep light bloomed on the cross, carrying an aura of chaos and evil.

In Countess Castel's cruel and tyrannical eyes, a dirty light shone on Charlotte.

"Wail! Scream! Feel...the pain and despair of darkness!"

not good!

Charlotte's heart tightened when she saw the evil halo that made people feel vomiting just by looking at it.

She was frightened and angry, unable to escape, so she could only turn her head sideways, close her eyes and grit her teeth.

The radiance of evil chaos enveloped the girl like mud thrown into the world.

However, the pain imagined did not come.

Apart from feeling a little cold and having countless crazy low murmurs in her ears, Charlotte didn't feel any discomfort in her body.

Um?

She tentatively opened her eyes.

The countess still held the filthy cross feverishly high, her expression extremely ferocious.

The light of the cross flickered, the pressure was overwhelming, and it enveloped everything.

The basement was deep and cold, as if falling into an abyss.

But other than that…

Nothing happened.

Charlotte looked a little confused.

Although she didn't speak, her expression was a bit confused and confused, and seemed to be mixed with happiness and anxiety, as if to say:

That's it?

The old woman was also stunned.

She frowned slightly and looked over and over at the dirty cross in her hand, as if trying to find out what was wrong.

After looking at it for a while, she frowned and raised the cross again, then stirred up her magic power again and sang in an even crazier voice:

"Scream! Beg for mercy! Shout in despair under the light of corruption!"

The deep light bloomed again, shrouding Charlotte's body, and it was even more evil and chaotic than the aura just now.

But this time.

Still nothing happened...

Charlotte:……

Countess:…

The two looked at each other.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

The old woman's expression instantly became ferocious, and the terrifying magic power erupted like a volcano:

"Why! Why don't you have the divine light on your body?! Why haven't you been corrupted by the fallen light?!"

The tsunami-like pressure continued to rise and fall, accompanied by crazy roars, bringing unprecedented pressure to the girl.

However, Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief quietly in her heart.

Combined with the old witch's previous words, she had roughly guessed the reason.

The girl regained her composure and her voice gained some confidence:

"Countess Castel, I think... there is a real misunderstanding between us."

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?"

The old woman's eyes were scarlet, and her expression was as dangerous as an angry beast.

Charlotte thought about the language and said:

"You are probably performing some special ceremony, right? And this ceremony is also related to the saints of the Holy Royal Court?"

"What I want to say is that I am actually not a saint of the Holy Royal Court."

"Um...you seem to have picked the wrong person."

The Countess of Castres was silent.

The next second, Charlotte felt a strong spiritual force coming on her body.

After a while, the mental power dissipated, and the countess's expression became extremely ugly:

"There is no sacred mark..."

"He is really not a saint of the Holy Royal Court!"

"How is this possible? How is this possible!"

"Since you are not a believer in the Holy Royal Court, why were you summoned by the Holy Spirit Summoning Ceremony?"

How would I know?
To be continued...