classifiedscript Chapter 858 - 387: It’s Dangerous for Boys to Be Out Alone Too (Part 2)
Chapter 858 - 387: It’s Dangerous for Boys to Be Out Alone Too (Part 2)
The Emperor Slayer watched as the Holy Blood Church burned, thirteen golden coffins howling in the flames.
He suddenly reached out and crushed the illusion, the blood pearls slipping through his fingers turned into wailing wraiths.
"These bugs..."
The Emperor Slayer crushed a fleeing blood bat under his boot: "Are they worthy to be my kin?"
A flicker of malice crossed the Blood God’s eyes: "But they worship you..."
"Worship?"
The Sin Fire Tuli Sword suddenly unsheathed three inches, the black blade reflecting the twisted visage of the Blood God: "Who incited the Holy Blood Clan to sacrifice infants’ blood? Who hid the Soul-Devouring Array Map in the Golden Council? My Martial Dao thrives on meeting strength with strength, not bullying the weak..."
The scabbard slammed into the Blood God’s chest, pinning him to the spire’s cross: "Do I need to demonstrate the third clause of the Sword Spirit Contract?"
Blood rain suddenly fell upon the Land of Canaan, thousands of sword marks appeared in the clouds—restrictions the Emperor Slayer had engraved in the True Spirit of the Sword Spirit years ago.
The Blood God was forced to reveal his true form, the crimson blade covered in cracked dark lines.
"You have changed."
The Blood God’s sword rang mournfully: "Back then, when you led me to slaughter three thousand worlds..."
The Emperor Slayer grasped the violently trembling hilt with one hand, Chaotic Qi seeping into the cracks: "Back then, I sought destruction to explore the universe’s cycles and fluctuations, but now you..."
His fingertip brushed the blade’s edge, sparking fires, his voice icy: "Only wish to see the pretty fireworks of blood spray."
With a crisp snap, three inches of the blade’s tip broke off.
The Emperor Slayer threw the struggling sword shard into the burning Church Court and stepped into the void: "Your task is to hunt the Seven Phases, interfere with mortal battles again, and next time it will be the Sword Guard that breaks."
As his words finished, countless blood lines converged once again, restoring the Blood God’s blade to its original state.
As long as the Sword Guard wasn’t destroyed, the blade’s edge could be restored in the blink of an eye, no matter how many times it was broken.
......
In the Luo River Delta, after a blood-red dawn, twelve sun totems in Cairo Royal City extinguished one by one, symbolizing the complete extinguishment of the soul flames of twelve High Priests.
The Pharaoh’s Kingdom, now bereft of the Sun God’s protection, was being engulfed by chaotic revelry.
"The Holy Beetle Guard has rebelled!"
On the streets of Capital Luxor City, mobs hacked open gilded statues with bronze axes, flames devoured the papyrus scrolls recording three thousand years of civilization.
Once-oppressed slaves stormed the temple with chains, hanging the jackal-headed priest’s corpse on the lotus stone pillar.
The long-standing oppressive rule of royal and divine power had already set the people’s anger ablaze, now uncontrollable.
Roar~~
At the border, three thousand "Bloodthirsty" with modified bloodlines tore off their human form. Spines pierced skin to form bone blades, mouths split to the ears, and they sniffed greedily at the blood in the wind.
"Devour all men!"
Commander Alka tore off his uniform, revealing a scaly body: "Women and children...bring them back as breeding stock for the lab!"
With no protection from the Sun God Ra and the Twelve High Priests, the Blood Race soldiers began hunting humans with impunity, showing no restraint in their cruelty and bloodthirst.
In the Crescent Fertile Soil, the Night God’s crystal mirror suddenly shattered.
Sofia rose sharply from the Obsidian Throne: "That fool Ra...at such a time..."
"Now’s not the time for mockery."
Ye Qingzhou’s apparition stepped out of the shattered mirror, Yin Yang Qi sketching the route of Edifis’s advancing army underfoot: "If the Blood Race gains the Pharaoh’s Kingdom’s population and Ancient God Ruins..."
Sofia’s veil fluttered in the absence of wind, a ghostly light emanating from the sword marks on her neck: "Will you take action yourself?"
"To capture the king, first capture the king’s leader."
Ye Qingzhou pointed to a red-circled area on the map, the very place where the Blood Race Thirteen Holy Kings slumbered: "I need you to buy me three days’ time."
In unnoticed shadows, the Blood God—Sinful Blood Tuli Sword, now restored, was being transported to an Inverted Pyramid.
The Emperor Slayer stood within a temporal rift, watching coldly, toying with the "Pride" essence stripped from Ra.
"Let them fight."
He whispered to the boiling battlefield: "Whomever wins or loses, all can add to the essence of destruction. All I need are sacrifices; who becomes a sacrifice is of no concern to me."
The black war robe swept past, the projections of thirteen golden coffins gleaming softly.
......
In the Land of Canaan, at a blood slave farm on the western border.
Outside, the silver moon hung high. In a dimly lit room, candlelight flickered with the wind, casting light on magnificent silk drapes and a gilded, carved bed.
An alluring Blood Race matron reclined on a soft pillow, her skin as white as snow, her figure enchanting, brimming with allure between her brows. At this moment, she gently lifted the chin of a Golden Dragon with her slender fingertips, her red lips slightly curved.
"Don’t be so resistant."
Her voice was sultry yet carried an unyielding pressure: "You’re a rare Divine Dragon bloodline. If you could bear a child for me, you might become a rising star in the Holy Blood Clan. Isn’t that a good thing?"
"I wasn’t as good as you said..."
Golden Dragon was on the verge of tears, his handsome face filled with hopelessness: "Besides, can’t you find someone else for this kind of thing?"
"Someone else?"
The Blood Race matron giggled, her sharp nails grazed his neck, her tone frivolous yet tinged with bloodthirst and coldness: "A pure Dragon Race bloodline isn’t easy to find. I spent a fortune to get my hands on you, why would I willingly let go?"
Hearing this, Golden Dragon’s heart shattered. He had only come to Europe for a trip abroad, where was the reputed local safety and simplicity?
After all, he just wanted to chat about life with a tall, blonde beauty at night, only to mysteriously be drugged. When he awoke, he found himself imprisoned in this luxurious cage, forced every day to "fulfill his duties," being driven to propagate, nearly drained completely.
"I, a Dragon Descendant prodigy, a rising star in Martial Dao, have fallen to such a state..."
He thought in grief: "Turns out, boys abroad really are in danger!"
Amidst Golden Dragon’s despair, a sudden charge of war cries and screams echoed outside.
Whoosh~ Boom~~
Rocket fire streaked through the night sky, explosions rocked the entire farm, walls crumbling, dust rising.
"What’s happening?!"
The Blood Race matron leaped up, a flicker of shock and anger in her scarlet eyes.
A blood servant rushed in, panicking: "Madam! Trouble! The People of the Crescent have revolted, they’ve breached the Blood Prison and are now headed for the farm!"
"Damn it!"
She gritted her teeth, swiftly donning her war robe. Before leaving, she shot a glare at Golden Dragon, "Stay put, I’ll be back to continue!"
Golden Dragon: "..."
Once she left, he immediately freed himself from the manacles, climbing out the window and fleeing without looking back.
"If not now, when?!"
Yet shortly after escaping the farm, hurried footsteps sounded behind him.
"Stop! Worthless blood slave!"
Three Blood Race Slave Capture Team members closed in swiftly, clad in black armor, chains in hand, eyes glinting with bloodthirst.
Golden Dragon cursed inwardly, though he had the cultivation of a Grandmaster, his strength had waned after being imprisoned for days. With the number of enemies, victory seemed slim if a fight broke out.
"Damn it...am I really going to fall here?"
Just as he clenched his teeth, ready to fight to the death, the sound of a sword roar pierced through the air beside him.
Swish~
A gray-white Sword Qi descended from the sky, instantly slicing through the chains of the three Blood Race members, the force blasting them dozens of feet away, slamming heavily into the ground.
Golden Dragon was stunned, looking up, he saw a slender figure standing amidst the air, gray robe billowing, gaze as deep as an abyss.
It was Ye Qingzhou!
"Brother Ye?!"
Golden Dragon, in a foreign land, was wide-eyed, incredulous.
Ye Qingzhou glanced at him lightly, a slight smile playing on his lips: "It’s been years, and you’re quite the mess."
Golden Dragon: "..."