In the throat's bloody vortex, countless shattered golden runes assembled into a book with a black cover studded with innumerable golden specks. The previously invasive life force, akin to toxic poison, had quieted down, allowing Charles to manipulate Bloody Glory to assimilate it.
Half an hour later, Charles finally digested the life force of this Blood Servant, and the sixth bloody vortex in his throat stabilized. Sensing the book within this vortex, adorned with a black cover and countless golden specks, he recalled that mysterious voice, that supreme will, and felt a bone-chilling cold in his heart.
He knew what it was.
Because it was not the first time he had seen it.
It was a Blood Clan Evil God.
Charles couldn't help but think, "Do I possess some trait that attracts Evil Gods specifically?"
"Why can't I be blessed by a True God for once? Even if not by the Nine Great True Gods, their attendant gods or Subordinate Gods would do!"
