The Great Prophet of the Harcos Clan knelt before the mass of flesh, chanting the true name of the deity.

The massive flesh tumors trembled slightly with the rhythm of the "heart."

Facing the call of the Great Prophet of the Harcos Clan, the blurred human face with its eyes tightly shut gave no response whatsoever.

Time ticked by, and the decaying Divine Hall seemed as if frozen in time, where only the beating of the "heart" served as evidence of time's passage.

Looking at the blurry face that was merged with the flesh tumor, showing no sign of awakening, the Great Prophet Margo's expression was somewhat complex.

She took a deep breath and spoke again,

"Queen, the Holy Royal Court's envoys have noticed the true and false nature of the Holy Land, and the clan's internal power to fight against the Fallen Bloodline is weakening. We... may not be able to hold on much longer."

"We have prepared the necessary offerings as you commanded, ready to carry out the final Nirvana ceremony at any moment."

"O Great Crimson Queen Royena, your humble and devout Believer beseeches a reply from you, please tell us... may we proceed with the last step of the plan now?"

The Great Prophet's voice echoed in the Divine Hall, and this time... the flesh tumor finally reacted.

A dark crimson glow flickered slowly, carrying an aura that was profound, ancient, chaotic, and dark.

The Great Prophet Margo lay prostrate on the ground, feeling a familiar and gentle Magic Power caress her face, and heard a low whisper near her ear.

The whisper was indistinct, like a murmur in the wind, but it carried an inspiring force, as if affirming her request.

The Great Prophet Margo's body shivered slightly.

Feeling the encouragement from the unknown, her eyes brightened and her expression grew excited.

She bowed respectfully once more toward the flesh tumor, her face alight with fanaticism, and said,

"Great Queen, your will... your lowly servant Margo has heard."

"I shall carry out the final Sacrificial Ceremony as originally planned, assisting you in taking the last step to ascend the throne of the True God!"

"Please wait just a bit longer, it's soon, all... very soon!"

The dark crimson glow flickered, and the barely audible whisper continued its low murmurs, seemingly affirming her response.

The Great Prophet Margo stood up once again, her hand shimmering as she summoned various offerings from her storage space.

Damaged sculptures, bizarre Divine Statues, mysterious chunks of flesh, crystals glowing with strange lusters, and various pieces of armor, weapons, and ancient Divine Statues.

These offerings... were collected over hundreds of years from the Northern Territory by the Bloodline of the Harcos Clan, all belonging to the Old Gods of Mireya and the Blood True Ancestor, containing remnants of divine blood and power.

As these relics emanating the power of the Old Gods were brought out, a chilling aura soon spread throughout the Divine Hall.

The next moment, the "heartbeat" within the flesh tumor grew more rapid.

Whispers floated over like a breeze, seemingly impatient, and with the encouragement and affirmation in those whispers, the Great Prophet Margo felt more confident.

She once again waved her hand, and a prepared altar appeared, placed beneath the Divine Throne, marked with a complex Sacrificial Array drawn in blood.

She then activated her Magic Power, placing the offerings on the altars from a distance.

With the offerings and the ceremony in place, everything was ready.

The Great Prophet Margo exhaled lightly, bowed once again to the great flesh tumor on the Divine Throne, and then prepared to activate the Magic Power within the array.

However, at the moment she was to take the final step, accompanied by a soft sigh, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind her:

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so reckless as to conduct such a dubious Sacrificial Ceremony."

"Who?!"

The Great Prophet Margo was startled.

She quickly cast a Magic Barrier and turned around with heightened vigilance.

Behind her stood a familiar figure.

Golden hair, azure blue eyes, magnificently dressed.

It was Charlotte, who had already left the Holy Land of the Harcos.

The Great Prophet Margo's demeanor instantly changed.

She snorted coldly, her Magic Power exploded forth, and her legendary presence burst out in an instant.

Dark red Magic Power coalesced into a fearsome giant hand, pressing down on Charlotte, but the next moment... passed right through her.

"A projection?"

The Great Prophet Margo paused.

As her Magic Power settled, she narrowed her eyes in a displeased manner at the illusory figure before her:

"Queen Charlotte, how did you enter?"

"To spy on the secrets of God is Taboo, do such actions mean you wish to declare war on my Harcos Clan?"

The Great Prophet's gaze turned icy cold, her vigilance unwavering as she eyed the young girl before her.

At the same time, her peripheral vision swept rapidly around, searching for the object of the projection's anchorage.

"I'm simply concerned about the Harcos Clan."

Charlotte shook her head.

Saying so, she stepped forward, walking towards the Divine Throne at the center of the Divine Hall.

"Stop!"

The Great Prophet Margo's expression instantly changed.

She reached out to stop her, but her hand passed directly through Charlotte's figure.

Charlotte arrived before the Divine Throne.

Looking up at the huge flesh tumor on the Divine Throne, gazing at the blurred face on the tumor, she sighed lightly and said:

"After coming to the Holy Land of the Harcos, I've been curious as to why, despite the clan's decline and facing great crisis, the Crimson Queen Royena would still not break her seclusion, which seems most unreasonable..."