Chapter 47: Isn't it, when you hurt, you even offer your own body?

The lightless Silent Night drew to a close, the rising warm light caressing the earth.

Within the Silent Forest by Altania Lake, mysterious and ancient prayers rose and fell.

This was an extremely eerie scene.

Over a hundred Pain Disciples clad in Purple Sect robes gathered together, raising both hands, praying devoutly.

But the words of their prayer were not from the Pain scriptures.

Rather, they were the Blood Clan's contract language.

"O deep shadow behind the first Blood Moon, you are space above space, infinity above infinity, crimson within crimson!"

"You are the radiance of those who thirst for blood, you are the judge of the dark night's enemies, you are everything."

"We pray here for your descent……"

And before this group of Pain Disciples stood a youth, holding another girl's hand, carefully searching for grammatical errors in these disciples' words:

"You, eleventh from the left in the third row, your pronunciation of this sentence is wrong."

"You, fifth from the right in the fourth row, your subject in this sentence is wrong."

While correcting them, he would occasionally throw out an Invisible Blade, a Fireball, or even a child.

Torturing this group of disciples to the point of unbearable suffering.

And the most outrageous thing was that this youth directing their prayer recitation was actually just a human.

"A human, directing a group of Pain Disciples, praying to the Blood Clan's Progenitor." Lilith covered her forehead, her mouth corner twitching: "Such a bizarre scene, I actually didn't feel anything wrong with it, indeed, my head has been led astray by Big Boss……"

After speaking, she hugged her head, found a tree, and kept banging against it.

"No, Lilith, you are a Goddess, you are a Goddess!"

On the other side, Latanaya was held by Big Boss's small hand, her cheeks blushing, her gaze drifting: "Li, Big Boss, why do you know our Blood Clan's Ritual Magic?"

"This." Big Boss felt the slippery sweat on her palm, chuckling: "Of course I looked it up in advance. I've said it before, I admire you very much, Tata Master. To help you, I've made all preparations."

"Admire……" Latanaya's face instantly reddened to her ears: "I, you, I, you admire what about me……"

"Of course your unparalleled Amazing Wisdom." Big Boss said righteously and sternly: "You, who can invent a spell that hits yourself one hundred percent of the time, are worthy of my admiration."

Latanaya: ……

Although I'm happy you recognize my talent, you don't have to keep reminding me that I hit myself one hundred percent of the time, do you? On the other side, the Pain Disciples' chanting finally reached its end.

Blood-red mist surged from beneath their feet, a terrifying sticky feeling that penetrated to the bone marrow, enveloping them all.

The just-risen morning sun gradually turned into a crimson Blood Moon.

Bats flying from nowhere chased crows.

The entire Silent Forest seemed to have come to another world.

And above the dome of this world, a beautiful woman seemingly larger than this world itself appeared out of thin air.

Her features were fifty to sixty percent similar to Latanaya's, those ruby-like eyes were exactly identical, only her hair was not black long hair, but gray short hair mixed with red strands.

Her overall temperament was vastly different from Latanaya's; within her crimson eyes was unfathomable eeriness, and the slightly raised corner of her mouth was so carefree and frivolous.

Crimson Progenitor—the Blood Clan Progenitor who had long since advanced to godhood.

Also the world's first Blood Clan member, casting her gaze upon this world.

The Pain Disciples trembled uncontrollably; that indescribably immense Spiritual Pressure made them tremble, made them palpitate, made them lose control of their bowels and bladder.

Latanaya was no better off. Although she was also of the Blood Clan, facing the ancestor's terrifying power, she couldn't help but breathe rapidly, her tender feet stomping hard on the ground, gripping the earth with her toes, only then suppressing the impulse to kneel.

Only Big Boss looked at the Crimson Progenitor like nothing was wrong, occasionally exclaiming in admiration.

"The Crimson Progenitor in the PC version only had a standing illustration, no model, and the sacrifice ritual was just a CG. " "After the Brain-Computer Version, even these things are modeled?"

"These special effects, this sense of presence, truly worthy of being a great next-generation game!"

On the other side, the Crimson Progenitor paid no attention to Big Boss's nonsense. Her gaze first locked onto the Pain Disciples who summoned her: "Hmm… it's been so long since I've tasted the flavor of sacrifices. I thought those unworthy descendants had long forgotten me, hehe."

Chuckling twice, she continued: "Let me see, you descendants who summoned me, what generation of Blood Clan are you?"

The probing Term Art swept from her Red Eyes over everyone in the Sacrifice Array, and the Crimson Progenitor's expression suddenly froze.

"Hiss, not right, is my perception malfunctioning?"

She scanned again, but still got the same result.

"Impossible, this makes no sense……"

The Crimson Progenitor furrowed her brow, and disbelievingly scanned once more, finally confirming it wasn't her own problem.

"There really isn't a single Blood Clan member; all are Pain Disciples degenerated into Half-Demons."

Thus, the Crimson Progenitor grew even more doubtful.

You bunch of Half-Demons, why do you know the Blood Clan's Sacrifice Ritual?

Don't you have something you should go ask your Pain Mother Goddess about?

Why come to me?

Do I look easy to talk to? But the Crimson Progenitor showed no angry expression, after all, it had been nearly twenty years since she last tasted a sacrifice.

That group of unworthy descendants, who knows what they're thinking, actually not offering tribute once in twenty years.

Over these twenty years, her bottom line had shifted from only eating high-stage souls of Pure-blood Vampire sacrifices, flexibly adapting to—

Whoever offers it, anyway it's free, eat a little no matter how much.

But even so, face still matters.

Thus, the Crimson Progenitor nodded: "Hehe, a group of reckless Half-Demons, I don't know whether to admire your courage or mock your ignorance."

"Come, bring out your sacrifices. If you cannot satisfy me, then what awaits you will be more than death—"

"Progenitor Adult, Progenitor Adult, kill me, kill me!"

"Yes, take me away, take me away!"

"Let me become nourishment for the Crimson Moon!"

The Crimson Progenitor hadn't finished speaking when the Pain Disciples fell to the ground and burst into loud wailing.

The devotion in their words left the Crimson Progenitor unable to react for a moment.

Wait, when did the Pain Disciples start believing in their Own Body?

Blinking, the Crimson Progenitor coughed once and probed, "What is your Sacrifice?"

"Our Sacrifice..." a Pain Disciple suddenly knelt, kowtowing with bang bang bang: "It is us ourselves, Progenitor Adult!"

Crimson Progenitor:...

Are Pain Disciples nowadays this extreme? To taste pain, you'd even sacrifice yourselves? Hiss, truly worthy of being Pain Disciples! That Pain Mother Goddess fellow—how does she have such devout believers, the gap with her unfilial brats at home is too great.

She couldn't help but praise.

Meanwhile, Big Boss also revealed a warm and pleasant smile.

Chapter End