Chapter 197: Divine Oracle Names the Target

Zaratul looked outside the ship with a sense of intuition, and Roselle subconsciously followed Zaratul's gaze.

The brightness of the moonlight increased by several levels without warning, dyeing the entire river the color of blood.

The full moon hanging in the sky was also as crimson as blood.

Such an astronomical phenomenon was too obvious; it made one unable to ignore it.

"'Blood Moon'?" Roselle was astonished. There were one or two days of the Blood Moon every month, causing the spirituality of the whole world to surge and the negative emotions of living beings to erupt.

This was also a dangerous day for Beyonders to lose control; excessively high spirituality would make people see things they shouldn't see.

"Today isn't the day for a 'Blood Moon', is it?" Roselle's expression changed slightly, and he immediately thought of the "Primordial Moon" believer he had killed.

This kind of Blood Moon could not be separated from the cults that worshipped the "Primordial Moon".

"Let's go take a look." Zaratul and Roselle arrived together outside the room of that Blood Clan lady.

The remaining priests of the "Craftsman Church" were all keeping watch outside the door, not daring to enter.

"Praise the Sun!" Roselle fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a Sun Badge; the rich sunlight illuminated every corner.

It was like a small sun, purifying any evil aura, and even making everyone feel the warmth of the sun.

If he had had this Magical Item in hand earlier, Roselle would not have needed to go through so much trouble to kill a vampire.

"Let's go in." Zaratul's eyes darkened for a moment as he finished his divination and confirmed there was no danger.

Holding the Sun Badge, Roselle pushed open the door vigilantly; the inside was still the same as when he had left.

The decapitated Blood Clan lady lay on the ground, and beside her was an object the size of a fist, entirely blood-red and resembling a heart; this object was translucent, with a mass of fresh blood flowing inside.

Zaratul's gaze swept over the body of the Blood Clan member and then fell onto that Beyonder Characteristic, his brows furrowing imperceptibly.

"Old sir, is there a problem with this?" Roselle was extremely skilled at reading expressions and interpreted some information from Zaratul's face.

"It is precisely because there is no problem that it is strange." Zaratul shook his head slightly.

"No problem?" Roselle also frowned. "She was still muttering about performing a ritual directed at the 'Primordial Moon' earlier."

"That means it wasn't completed." Zaratul was thoughtful, but he had already relaxed.

"However, for the sake of caution, I suggest you hold a ritual to pray to the 'Craftsman God' and purify this room." Zaratul offered his advice.

"Alright!" Roselle also knew how sinister these cultists were and nodded solemnly.

"Then you handle it." Zaratul glanced at Roselle, nodded lightly, and returned to his own room.

"Start the ritual and pray to my Lord!" Naturally, Roselle did not need to prepare the ritual himself; he held the Sun Badge and remained vigilant at all times until the ritual magic was performed and the entire room was purified, only then relaxing.

"That scared the life out of me!" Roselle let out a fierce sigh of relief.

"Good thing I didn't actually go through with it, otherwise..." Roselle felt a lingering fear for his little brother.

"I won't... I won't hook up so much in the future!" Roselle swore to himself; if he fell for this, he would truly have no face to see anyone.

"It's a good thing the Silver Medal gave a warning, otherwise I would have really fallen into it."

He was also feeling fortunate that the Silver Medal had provided a warning, and that he had performed a divination beforehand; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Roselle only returned to his room after handling everything, but his mood could not calm down; looking at the blood-like moonlight made him feel creeped out.

"Stay further away from the Blood Clan in the future..." Roselle's consciousness was hazy.

"Tsk, is it really that serious?"

Meanwhile, in that already purified room, Chumen pinched a blood-colored crystal and clicked his tongue in wonder.

This blood-colored crystal was what he had taken out from the body of that Blood Clan lady.

It came from the century-long condensation of crimson moonlight; it did not have any very powerful strength and would even be ignored by people, but it could create a hidden connection with the Crimson Moon.

And if Roselle and that Blood Clan member had truly engaged in relations, then this thing might have corrupted Roselle through that method.

This corruption would gradually deepen; even without anyone egging him on, in the end, it would likely be the same outcome of going to the moon, being corrupted, and living a life worse than death.

"For an Oldest One to make a move on a Sequence 6, this is truly a rare sight."

Chumen had lived for over three thousand years by now, but in his impression, only the future "Fool" would receive such treatment, being targeted by an Oldest One while at Sequence 6.

"So, do these successors chosen by the 'Mysteries' all have some kind of trait? Are they so popular with the Oldest Ones?"

"Hmm, worth researching!"

Chumen looked at the Blood Moon in the sky, silent, and squeezed his fingers with force, crushing the blood-colored crystal in his hand into powder.

The influence caused by the Blood Moon was worldwide; all Beyonders could feel the fluctuation of their spirituality, which caused many Beyonders to see many things they shouldn't have, leaving them in a very bad state.

But in the eyes of some, this was a Gift from the gods.

"The one and only Red Moon, the symbol of life and beauty, the mother of all spirituality..."

A priest wearing blood-red divine robes was praying, the blood-colored moonlight spilling onto the altar piled with human heads, bloody bones, and viscera.

At the very center of the altar was an indescribable Statue stacked from human eyeballs.

The blood-colored moonlight flowed like water, gradually clinging to those eyeballs.

Whoosh!

The spirituality in this area surged violently, and the flames representing the deity suddenly flared up.

The priest prostrated on the ground, continuously chanting the honorific name of the "Primordial Moon".

At this moment, those eyeballs had all been dyed blood-red; they seemed to come alive, beginning to pulsate, and left a line of words on the altar.

After a long time, only when the priest felt the spirituality receding did he dare to lift his head and see the Divine Oracle left by the "Primordial Moon".

"Roselle Gustav?"

The priest interpreted this name from the Divine Oracle.

His whole body was trembling; this was the first time the deity had sent down a Divine Oracle with such a clear target.

"Deliver the Divine Oracle into the hands of every believer." The priest piously made a rubbing of the Divine Oracle and then instructed his assistant.

"Yes!" His assistant looked at the Divine Oracle with fanaticism, firmly memorized the name, and slowly retreated to convey the intelligence of this name to every believer of the "Primordial Moon".

For a very long time to come, this name will become the primary hunting target for followers of the "Primordial Moon".

Of course, this "hunting" does not necessarily mean actual hunting; the location can be changed, as both on a ship and in bed will do.

Those who believe in the "Symbol of Life and Beauty" have all maxed out their stats when it comes to physical appearance.

And if a woman's charm is insufficient, male Vampires are also excellent in terms of looks and are perfectly capable of filling the role.