The battle ended before it even began.

In the sky, the "God" clad in a black divine dress, with silver hair fluttering, the Blood Moon hanging behind Them cast a crimson glow, adding an air of mystery and nobility to Their appearance.

On the ground, the mountain-like "Monster" was already imprisoned in a blood-colored cage, struggling in vain to break free.

The Great Prophet Margo was stunned.

She dumbfoundedly lifted her head, her expression complex as she gazed at the figure in the sky, slowly overlapping with the image of the Blood True Ancestor from her distant memories…

In her eyes, there was shock, nostalgia, but even more so, deep confusion.

However, when her sight landed on the "Monster" within the blood-colored cage, its tentacles completely severed and its body fully sealed, the confusion in her eyes was quickly replaced by reverence.

The "Monster" that had been rampaging in the Holy Land, a Mythical creation that could easily annihilate the entire Harcos Clan, was utterly suppressed at just one glance!

God!

This was the power of God!

She could not be mistaken...

This... this was the power of the Blood True Ancestor, who created the Bloodline and led them to the highest echelon of the Mireya Continent!

Was it possible that the True Ancestor had truly returned?

But had They not already…

No...

Such power, such an aura, and such a visage…

No matter how one looked at it, the individual before her was indeed the True Ancestor from the depths of her memory, who once looked down upon the world!

The Great Prophet Margo's expression fluctuated, her look toward Charlotte shifting between surprise, hesitation, and then an uncontrollable mix of worry and fear.

Those worries and fears also stemmed from memories long past, from recollections she had buried deep within her consciousness.

However, upon seeing the "God" in the air, the pure crimson brilliance, and the dignified, beautiful, and composed countenance, the fear on her face gradually faded, replaced by flickers of trepidation and anticipation.

Especially when she saw the other put away the Roman Sword and step down from the sky upon crimson lights, one step at a time.

"True Ancestor, is… is it really You?"

Feeling the throbbing deep within her bloodline, the Great Prophet Margo couldn't help but ask.

Charlotte glanced at her, smiled faintly, and did not reply.

But the Great Prophet Margo was exhilarated.

She almost instantly knelt down and said tremblingly,

"O Great Blood Ancestor, Supreme True Ancestor, please save those of the Bloodline devoured, please save your unworthy Descendants, please... save the Queen!"

"The Queen has never betrayed You! She has always been executing Your final Oracle, please... save Her!"

Upon hearing the Great Prophet Margo's plea, Charlotte paused slightly.

She looked thoughtfully at the "Monster" still struggling in the cage, then closed her eyes and extended her right hand again.

The crimson light flickered in her palm, and a dark shadow spread from her to the surroundings, enveloping the entire cage quickly.

Blood Divine Power spread, and a spiritual power so vast that even the Great Prophet Margo, being a Legendary Bloodline, felt overwhelmed, swept over the "Monster" before slowly retreating after a long while.

The Great Prophet Margo held her breath in focus.

Anxiously, she watched Charlotte standing before the cage, uneasy as she awaited the response.

When the brilliance faded and the throbbing of her bloodline gradually subsided, the Great Prophet Margo saw Charlotte slowly open her eyes.

She noticed a flicker of complexity in the hallmark crimson-gold pupils of the True Ancestor.

"Do not worry, those Harcos Descendants that were devoured are still alive, rather… their condition is even better than I anticipated."

"They... have not been digested by the Monster."

A soft sigh carried through the air, and an ethereal voice slowly resonated.

It was a voice the Great Prophet Margo knew well, that of the Divine Favored Queen, but more elusive, more mysterious, with an authority transcending the world.

Charlotte looked again at the Monster.

The ferocious creature met her gaze, emitting a restless growl, but it soon began to whimper low under her golden eyes that seemed to see through everything.

Gone was the whisper that could incite a Blood Rage in the Bloodline.

Even the ghastly and struggling human faces on the "Monster" had quieted, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep.

Charlotte raised her hand, and Divine Power gathered in her palm, the crimson Blood Divine Power once again spreading and gradually covering the "Monster's" body.

The "Monster" trembled slightly, and then let out another agonized roar.

The Great Prophet Margo's heart clenched in anxiety.

But soon she was invigorated, her eyes widening in astonishment.

To her amazed gaze, under the scarlet glow, the monstrous and horrifying large body of the "Monster" seemed to erode away, rising in wisps of white smoke, and finally melting!

The faces on its body gradually became clearer as one misshapen humanoid figure after another was slowly peeled away.

Beneath the radiance of the Blood Moon, the grotesque flesh dissolved, and the humanoid figures separated from the Monster reverting to their original forms.

One after another, figures were peeled from the innards of the "Monster," all members of the Bloodline, swallowed whole, including some whom the Great Prophet knew by name.

Watching those of the Bloodline being rescued from within the Monster, their very bloodline mutations "purified," the Great Prophet Margo's demeanor brightened with exhilaration.