Chapter 247: Container

Although divided into two factions, at the end of the day, everyone was still kin of the Bloodline. In a world where they had lost their Source Blood and the number of their kind dwindled to just over a thousand, this serious and solemn gathering could not simply be ignored.

So Lucini went, accompanied by her old friend Augustin, leaving only their sole daughter Afalyj to watch the house.

As a result, just as Miss Vilyric had seen and known, the radicals suffered another painful defeat, with even Julius, a precious third-generation bloodline, falling in battle to “an unknown powerful being.”

After that, Lucini intended to return to her secluded home, but at that moment, she heard some news from the more stable Bloodline members who had also come to the meeting.

Of course, since she had not actively brought it up in conversations, Vilyric was unaware of the specific content of this so-called “news.” However, it seemed that Lucini and the two princes, including Afalyj, had come to the Holy Empire to look for something.

But, the Priestess’s avatar had not captured the Little Loli Princess more than once when she mentioned “those fools,” and “this is a betrayal of the Bloodline” while chatting with another prince, Augustin.

Thus she boldly speculated that these Bloodline members, worshipping Killing in the eastern underground of the Sanos Province, might be the targets Lucini was seeking.

It appeared very likely.

Great, with that, she also cleared up a long-standing curiosity—good, good~

Not paying any more mind to the increasingly anxious Bloodline youth, Miss White Fox turned her gaze back to the Killing statue in the blood pool.

Although the other party hadn’t explicitly stated what they were doing here, Vilyric was no longer a novice. Thanks to her keen perception of energy, she had already figured out the general purpose of this place.

It was a worship, or perhaps a sacrificial ceremony.

Though the circle of Magical Beast statues was uncertain in their purpose, they were likely part of this ritual.

Its goal could very well be to use certain secret methods of the Bloodline and the power within the blood to offer a sacrifice to the Lord of Killing, in exchange for something of value from their appearance in this world.

Naturally, Vilyric recalled the bizarre blood girl, created in the Saint Pilgen Mountains, using the blood of countless beings and forbidden power.

Speaking of which… when she first entered the mountains, a group of ambiguous Magical Beasts had been discovered in one of the caves where the blood columns were created, which also had been influenced by blood power…

Could it be that their purpose is similar to these Magical Beast statues here?

Both were ritual sites built by the Bloodline and related to the King of Killing; it would be a lie to say there were no common points.

That blood cocoon, and the ultimate being intended to be cultivated here…

She remembered Edwina had previously mentioned that for ordinary beings of this world, even possessing tremendous power, it would be impossible to achieve “the resurrection of the dead,” a feat belonging only to the gods.

By the same logic, “creating a soul,” which is even more challenging than resurrection, should also be unfeasible.

Therefore, the “Reverse Cross Blood” constructed by the Bloodline and Demons in the Saint Pilgen Mountains could never produce genuinely live new life from the beginning. That blood girl only exhibited instinctual behaviors akin to a beast and could not communicate.

In other words, that was a shell lacking a complete soul.

Similarly, this statue… is also a shell, right?

Shells… what are they used for?

The girl looked up, meeting the gaze of the imposing six-armed Killing statue. A sense of awareness as if being watched and a sudden realization swept over her; she seemed to understand.

“Oh, I see. So this is your plan…”

Then, she turned her head to the bloodline youth lying on the ground behind her, her tone tinged with mockery.

“You’re quite audacious, aren’t you? Don’t you fear that guy will toss you aside once he achieves his goal? After all, you’re not demons, and cooperation should at least be based on mutual equality, right?”

Seemingly realizing Miss White Fox’s implication instantly, the bloodline youth, whose face had paled at the exposure of their secret, reflexively retorted.

“Don’t joke! That’s the Lord of the Demon Realm, a noble existence comparable to the Blood Ancestor. A god’s word is law; how could he possibly lie! Moreover, we signed a contract with him!”

“You say gods don’t lie…? Sigh, how naive.”

Without elaborating further or exchanging words, Miss White Fox exchanged a glance with the one beside her, Tilysha, who too seemed to have seen through the truth, nodded directly, then turned to the Little Dragon Daughter on the other side.

“Xiao Guang, smash that statue for me.”

“Yes!”

The moment she finished speaking, the blonde girl swiftly raised her hand, morphing it into a claw, and unleashed five slashes infused with the unmatched power of a giant dragon, cutting through the air in an instant!

“Zzz!”

In the air, the sound reminiscent of splitting teeth and ripping fabric was produced, thanks to the passive effect of the “Sky Shattering Claw.”

Considering the setting, the Little Dragon Daughter was prudent not to use too much strength. Though her claw strike was just an ordinary swing, it still surpassed the standards of at least an ordinary Pseudo-God’s full power due to the Little Dragon Daughter’s terrifying attributes and semi-artifact enhancement.

By numerical judgment, it exceeded at least 99999 points, breaking through the Priestess’s passive defense immunity cap of “Feather Garment: Gloraria.” No matter how strong the material of that statue was, it wouldn’t easily withstand this blow.

Unless…

Something unreasonable happened.

“Clang!”

Accompanied by the fierce clash akin to the sound of metal and war horses, two of the six arms behind the statue unexpectedly unfurled as if alive, twisting forward, swords and curved blades grown from the armor’s interior interlocking in mid-air, blocking the Little Dragon Daughter’s attack!

“Boom! Boom!!!”

Powers at least above Pseudo-God level collided instantly, creating a wild tempest that almost flung the bound Bloodline members entwined by Xi Fu Lin’s roots away.

But the blood tree roots, which had grown from below, instead held them back; although they inevitably swayed like kites, they at least avoided the result of being bloodied from colliding.

“Huh?”

The golden-haired girl was surprised that her decisive blow was unexpectedly countered, raising her perfect eyebrows, but not because of the statue coming to life with that strange move.

It was simply… the shift from one-sided destruction to actual combat ignited some delight and anticipation within her!

“Interesting, let’s do this again!”

With a soft step, the Little Dragon Daughter’s figure vanished in an instant, and when she reappeared, she was already hovering before the towering statue, grinning widely, her claw ready to strike down!

“Hmph!”

In that moment, a cold snort echoed like thunder above the blood pool.

It was a sound that seemed to represent killing itself, engulfing all kinds of weapons and slaughter; just hearing it would immerse one in a blood-soaked battlefield, instilling fear in cowards while driving the brave to madness—the will of Killing.

The few Bloodlines tied up by the massive tree roots had just escaped their “kite” state and landed back on the ground, only to be met with more misfortune.

In the very next moment after the cold snort rang out, their eyes suddenly turned blood red, deeper than their original hue, representing pure destruction and the mindless color of slaughter.

“Roar! Kill!!! Kill ahhh!!!!”

Wrapped in this will, they, who had just resigned to their powerlessness and were obediently staying put, began to struggle madly under the lead of the roaring Bloodline youth.

Bound limbs clawed at the tree roots like beasts, and even if their sharp teeth shattered and crimson blood flowed endlessly from their lips, that madness showed no sign of easing.

At the same time, within the blood pool that had only been bubbling before, a massive crimson pillar formed from coagulated blood erupted, solidifying into an iron fist that hurled itself towards the Little Dragon Daughter’s back with thunderous force!

   

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