Chapter 153 - The Elf (19)

Elder Ling bowed down to the river, he didn't seem to care about the heat that scorched his face. In his hands, a similar golden dagger suddenly appeared, and just like the other women, without hesitation, he slit his wrist!

Except, the blood that pooled from the wound was not the original crimson red but a strange transparent green as if his blood had been replaced with the sap of a tree. He slowly stood up and walked seven steps forward.

For every step, a drop of blood fell to the cave floor and the cave walls hook tremendously. The chanting of the black robe became louder and louder and in the corner of his vision, he could see that the humans beside him had started stomping their feet as if they had been initiated by the others!

When the first tower rose from the droplet of blood, the world suddenly becomes very small. Although the man standing in front of the tower is still like a mortal, he was as dignified as heaven and earth. Tower after tower suddenly rose from the ground, the waters crashed against the seabank and rocks started to fall from the cave! Seven towers rose to the ceiling one by one and each strange grooves and markings had been made!

Chu Yi's eyes narrowed and although he maintained the same trance-like state as the others, he knew that he would be exposed soon. There was nowhere to escape, surrounded by hundreds of elves and the cave entrance had probably long been blocked. There seemed no other choice than to go up and be sacrificed but he didn't forget his character settings. 

He remembered the most important point, the dark moon!––

It was coming!

He could sense it and by then, there was no use in hiding his identity, because everyone would now know his whereabouts.

His eyes flashed quietly, and suddenly he had a treacherous idea.

The first person to be taken away by the warriors was brought to the foot of the first tower. Steps appeared branching up to the long hanging platform on top of the slender pillars that hung over the river.

The man was slowly guided to the top standing barefoot on the slate of cyan stone, as the light of the river and the distant bonfire reflected his dull, dilated eyes.

The man's brownish-colored neck and arm were painted with dense red and mysterious patterns in bright red paint and hung at the edge of the platform.

One of the elves dressed in pure white robes followed the man up to the platform and in the chanting voices, he stepped forward and cut the two wrists of the man, allowing blood to drip onto the black-green slate on the tower.

The man whose wrist was cut did not make a sound, still standing motionless as if he had lost his mind.

Immediately afterward, Chu Yi narrowed his eyes.

Amidst the loud 'Gong–' that sounded for the umpteenth time, the elf in the white robe opened his arms to the sky, shouted, lifted the dagger in his hand, and unexpectedly cut the man's throat with a knife.

The gushing blood spurted and flowed through the blood-red runes on his neck, and down the forearm of the gurgling man. Then, the bright red blood spilled down onto the black and cyan stone slab, seeping into the crooked groves, and dyeing the pillar, blood red.

In the next second, the white-robed elf suddenly used one hand to push the man off the pillar, and without any resistance, his body fell into the gushing waves and disappeared into the river.

"The first sacrifice represents the birth of creation when the gods took pity on the land and created the first mortal!–"

"The second sacrifice represents the vow of the God's to protect this land from evil–"

"The third sacrifice represents the guardian tree was created–"

"The fourth sacrifice represents the first elf was born–"

"The fifth sacrifice represents the prosperity and happiness of the elf clan for a thousand years–"

"The sixth sacrifice represents the gloom and despair of the elf clan for a hundred years–" 

One by one six men were thrown off the pillar!

When the elf slowly came before him, he wasn't surprised. Step by step he climbed up the pillar, standing high above, he could see the raging river, the orange flames that rose with every sacrifice, the heinous stamping and chanting heretics.

The golden glow in the evil spirits' eyes flashed and grew as if suppressing something. He stared up at the man standing above, he was waiting, waiting for him to speak up.

The white robe priest held the golden dagger still stained with blood and used the other to paint the red symbol of creations onto his forehead.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he cut Chu Yi's wrist with the golden dagger! He didn't struggle as if he had been truly hypnotized.

The blood bled out, flowing over the blood-red pattern on his wrist, and ran down the slender fingers, and fell into the blood grooves of the seventh sacrificial pillar.

Even until the white-robed elf had raised the dagger in his hands and prepared to slash his neck, Chu Yi did not call his name. Ruan Quixi, let out a helpless sigh as if reproaching but also indulging, he lifted a hand and in the trembling night snapped his fingers.

"The seventh sacrifice represents the resurrection on our clan, from the dead, the gods shall arise."

One hand raised and skillfully drew a string of characters in the void. The invisible condensed into two black and white runes. The two looked at each other silently. One above and one below, like two opposing forces, forever divided.

"I swear on the abyss...that may our fates intertwine..."

Ruan Quixi lowered his eyes slightly, "I will not deceive him...all promises are divine." The two runes combined, the contract burned out and dissipated into ashes.

He disappeared from his spot, an amorous and majestic voice slowly spun in his ears.

"Do you trust me?"

"No."

He laughed happily, "Good."

"I will give you what you want."

"Chu Yi don't regret it."

The moment the finger tapped his forehead, Chu Yi's mind went blank, he felt as if there was a thunderous explosion that had gone off inside his skull and his consciousness was quickly sucked to another plane.

Something in his body abruptly broke free, surging and moving like a violent wave. 

It's all a liar, a liar, a liar—!

Chu Yi, why are you so naive?

A sneering, sharp voice suddenly sounded deep in his heart.

They deceived you, lied to you imprisoned you, bound you, and remodeled you wantonly.

They treat you as a guinea pig, a slave, a weapon, and you still have to obey them?

Have you forgotten who you are? Have you forgotten who you are!

——You are the king of the abyss. You were born from his blood, you are his most precious creation, even if they burned the heavens down, you cannot die.

You must wake up! 

The dark shadows slid down his wrist, and a cold power flowed from his fingertips into the man's soul. With the blessing of this power, Chu Yi's body trembled, and Ruan Quixi's face turned pale as if what he had done had stripped him of something.

When Chu Yi opened his eyes again, he was different. They were the same arrogant and wicked red eyes but for some reason, they were now strange and terrifying, like a thousand years of malice had been condensed into his eyes! But only Ruan Quixi knew, those eyes were blank and lifeless as if the soul inside the body had been stripped away and was now only acting on instinct. The system's harsh warning sounded in his mind, and his body trembled as of enduring electric shock but the smile on his face only got crazier and brighter. 

This was him, this was his real beloved.

Chu Yi's body shifted and in an instant, he was before the elf warrior that brought him over.

Despite being confused, the warrior elf subconsciously raised the sword in his hand, intending to first incapacitate this man before deciding the next course of action.

In the end, before the weapon could be swung, Chu Yi had already stepped past him by, his mind blanked and in the next second of intense pain began to invade him! The elf trembled and touched his abdomen, blood gurgling from the rapidly eroding wound in his stomach. The blood could not be spilled to the floor, it coiled around and kissed the lingering fingertips in the shape of a dark rose.

Elder Ling looked at the man walking towards him, and suddenly his eyes lit up! 

He understood now!–

He understood why the gods rejected him before.

He must get him.

When Chu Yi lifted his head again, the black pupils had been replaced with a golden glow, they flashed cruelly, a charming smile slowly curling on his lips.

"My dear, don't be angry when you wake up."

The elf's corpse gradually dried up, and all the energy in his blood was sent to his body. The rose tattoo on his wrist was bright and dazzling like an ancient totem had been carved into his skin with a strange and seductive charm. The cave floors rocked, the stamping feet and waving hands, the fore that blazed to the sky sent the humans into an even greater frenzy.

His figure continued to walk through the onslaught of elves that came rushing towards him. The violent and cruel clash was spelled with spilled blood and painful cries. The chanting of the hypnotized humans only became louder and louder like a synonymous boom that shook the walls of the cave and sent the water in the river boiling and rising into the sky!

After plundering the blood of several people, the red pupils became brighter and brighter with an extremely splendid rose red. 

He raised his hand slightly, and a prosperous rose branch broke out from the abdomen of several elves. The leaves are made from shadows, and the flowers are formed from blood, the elves were slammed into the wall by these terrifying roses and trapped in rose vines, the throne sinking into the flesh and sucking on their blood.

Chu Yi spoke softly as if in a trance—

"I enter the city of sorrow..." The shadow behind him began to leak and spread, and as he walked forward, it gradually swallowed everything around, even the insubstantial light.

"I will enter the suffering of eternal life..."

At the very edge of the elf tribe, the horses that were galloping into the clearing neighed and bucked restlessly as if they had sensed a terrifying force, some people looked up, and in the sky, the moon completed a grand switch above their heads.

A blood-red moon pushed away all the dark clouds and appeared in the sky, its edges obscured by shadows that resembled roses. The prickly shadow roses wrapped the outer walls of the cave, and the trees were covered in red light.

The crimson rose petals were frozen in the air, everything was bleak and lonely, and at the highest point of the heavens, the clouds reflected a pair of huge demonic wings that began to grow slowly from behind Chu Yi, fluttering slightly as it unfurled before settling into a huge and sharp outline.

The two demon wings folded slightly towards the middle, concealing the man that grew from them. Chu Yi rose and looked down at the elf tribe under his wings -

The monarch of the night, he was born.