Chapter 787: The Descending Blood God

"Moonlight Greatsword!"

Miss Oulannode's combat techniques had taught Xia De how to attach intangible spiritual weapons to physical ones. The precious sword transformed from a tree branch by the middle-aged witch now shone with the brilliance of the silver moon, and Xia De thrust it toward the bats in the blood mist behind him.

The bat swarm easily dodged Xia De's attack, but Xia De's counterattack, which forced him to stop, allowed the blood mist to catch up with them.

The bat swarm aggregated, and the woman who emerged from it didn't even speak before summoning an eleventh-tier life ring. A blood-red greatsword, larger than the surrounding trees, slashed through the air. Xia De hurriedly swung his sword to counter.

Amidst the ear-piercing sound of metal clashing, the sword in his hand flew out of his grip. But the blood-red greatsword did not attack the enemy again; instead, it turned into a giant hand and grabbed toward Grace and Helen:

"Sorry, you cannot take the Red Butterfly Twins away!"

"Silver Moon Slash!"

Xia De flew and kicked through the air, but the arc-shaped light blade did not disperse the blood hand.

But from the uncorrupted white mist, a new soul walked out at this moment. He picked up the longsword Xia De had dropped, jumped high, and shattered the red giant hand. After drinking a potion, he slammed his palm forward, and amidst the roar of twisting air, he dispersed the pervasive blood mist.

The gray-haired old man gradually became clear. He wore brown cloth armor and long-sleeved leather gloves. His face was full of weathered cracks, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp.

It was the old man from the Divine Banquet. He had also once been the owner of the 【Night Watcher】 and had finally died in the Mount Xikar region.

"Mr., take the young ladies and leave."

Perhaps in his era, men could not become supernatural beings. But having turned into a soul, accumulating anger, and holding a longsword, he also had the power to fight:

"Young ladies, this is to repay you. Thank you, thank you for the pills (609) you gave me. After all these years, I finally have a chance to repay you!"

He held his sword and faced the eleventh-tier vampire, while Xia De pulled Helen and Grace and ran further away:

"Thank you! Really, thank you!"

Above the city of Mibao, more and more terrifying and twisted limbs reached out from that giant cocoon. The cocoon writhed as if the disgusting thing inside wanted to break out immediately. Whenever those limbs were destroyed by the church, they would grow back even faster.

As more and more holes appeared on the cocoon, even Xia De at the foot of the mountain could clearly guess how terrifying the image of the monster hatched from the power of the Ringed Shushi inside would be.

Awooo~

Even though it hadn't been fully born, the terrifying howl that seemed to come from the abyss was already deafening. In the night sky above the white mist, streaks of black lightning suddenly appeared. At the same time, in the city below the giant cocoon, the traces of the ritual became brighter, and more and more sorcerers appeared in the sky.

Xia De still held Helen and Grace's hands, running in the forest. Even though brave souls were blocking the pursuing vampires for them, the blood mist and the bloodstains on the ground were still chasing them.

"Mr., it seems we can't escape."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Xia De refuted without looking back:

"If I didn't have the confidence to save you, why would I have come here?"

Grace and Helen's power was recovering. While running wildly in the forest, Xia De couldn't even tell if he was running or if he had turned into a group of red butterflies flying forward.

But the dense forest was gradually becoming sparse; they seemed to be leaving this blood-mist forest soon.

"When this matter is over, I want to invite you to visit Saint Theresa Square and see my home in this era. I also want to invite you to travel to Tobesk together and experience the scenery of the northern pearl of this world's industrial civilization. I also want you to help my friend; I know two other young ladies whose souls are connected, but they can never meet..."

Xia De rambled on about his thoughts, not only wanting to give Helen and Grace confidence but also wanting to give himself confidence.

The young ladies in white and black dresses followed behind, looking at his back, thinking that everyone from the banquet had actually met again tonight. For a moment, they felt as if they had never left the banquet at the Night Manor.

When Xia De finished telling the story of Dorothy and Lei Qianya, the dense forest had come to an end. Xia De jumped out of the last patch of bushes, but what he saw before him made him stop in his tracks.

He, along with Grace and Helen, had arrived at the shore of Lake Bena once again. And this time, the lake water had truly been completely transformed into blood-red.

Blood mist swirled, and the thick, bloody scent was mixed with the aroma of wine. On the dense wooden stakes standing by the lake, the original mummies had turned into nobles wearing gorgeous costumes from different eras.

They were impaled on the stakes, but they did not wail; instead, they faced the lake with solemn expressions, as if waiting for the arrival of a noble person.

The blood-red lake water remained calm, and even the water at the edge of the beach was motionless. But the antique coffin that had originally floated in the lake was gradually drifting toward the shore.

There was only sparse blood mist on the lake surface. Between two small hills in the distance, the scarlet full moon seemed as if it would fall into the lake in the next second.

That red moon was so clear, so beautiful. Just looking at it, one's gaze seemed to be attracted by a black hole, completely unable to move away.

The red moon was like a flawless transparent bead, but also like a disgusting lump of flesh covered in tumors. The red light shone on the faces of the three who had just escaped from the bushes. Helen and Grace's expressions gradually became serene, while Xia De felt his eyelids wanting to droop uncontrollably.

He was too tired. Since leaving the Home of the Blind in the afternoon, he had engaged in multiple battles, went to the past in between, and then experienced the great battle in death. After walking out of death, he rushed to the auction house without stopping, and then experienced the battle in the mountains.

And now, looking at that increasingly clear scarlet moon, Xia De subconsciously wanted to close his eyes just like that, without moving.

"No..."

He braced his spirit, gripped Helen and Grace's hands tightly, and turned to return to the forest. Unexpectedly, after plunging into the dense forest, before him was still the shore of Lake Bena shrouded in the red moon and blood mist.

They could no longer escape. The bell of midnight was about to toll, and this scene at the foot of Mount Xikar was so sacred, solemn, and bizarre.

The black-robed vampires prayed in unison, and the sacrifices impaled on the stakes praised the blood and the moon loudly. The sound almost shattered Xia De's eardrums. The scarlet lake water seemed as if the blood of thousands had been dripped into it, yet it was also just a glass of wonderful red wine.

The taste of blood and wine was so intoxicating that when the inexplicable holy song rang in his ears, Xia De actually didn't look for the source of the singing at the first moment.

"Can't escape anymore... As expected, the worst situation..."

He took the fishing rod from his back and stood still, listening to the song praising the blood moon. The childish singing mixed together, but unlike the grand holiness expressed by the church choir, it had a bizarre sense of holiness.

The calm blood lake surged with waves, allowing the coffin to slowly approach the shore. A beam of blood-red light from heaven pierced through the blood mist above his head, falling from the high sky, enveloping the coffin and moving with it.

Everything before his eyes appeared in double images. The kneeling people were sometimes vampires, sometimes mummies drained of blood; behind him was sometimes the blood-mist forest, sometimes a red rose garden surrounded by thorns; and on Lake Bena before him, the water emitted a red halo, stimulating Xia De's 【Blood Echo】 to operate on its own.

The metal coffin, under the shroud of the red light beam, had reached the shallow water area. The mental pressure increased bit by bit, and the chaotic, out-of-control blasphemous power permeated bit by bit.

It was clearly just a coffin, but in Xia De's eyes, it was "larger" than the entire Mount Xikar, larger than the entire Rommel mountain range. The surface of the coffin reflected the light of the red moon, and the originally rusted metal was repaired bit by bit under the red moon until it became pure silver throughout.

A huge inverted cross appeared on the surface of the silver coffin, and lines of fine carvings were adding more external decorations to the coffin on their own. Subsequently, the surface of the silver metal coffin sank, presenting nine grooves for placing items.

Carrying the fishing rod in his left hand and taking out the blood brew made from a quarter of Joey Barton's soul in his right, Xia De no longer tried to escape but walked forward.

Helen and Grace followed him unconsciously until the three reached the lakeside.

The pure silver coffin did not reach the shore but stopped in the shallow water area. The scarlet lake water suddenly surged with waves, and layers of blood color, amidst the increasingly loud holy song, continuously covered the surface of the pure silver coffin.

The silver was joined by blood color, and as the lake water washed over it, it completely turned into a blood-colored metal coffin.

Under the pull of invisible power, the coffin stood upright and rose slightly in the red heavenly light. The eight supernatural items held by the mummies impaled on the stakes, as well as the Blood Thorn Scepter deep in the dense forest, flew out simultaneously and were embedded on the surface of the coffin.

In an instant, Xia De seemed to hear the "click" of gears turning. He didn't know what this meant, but he knew He was coming. A bell rang from an unknown distance, and large groups of bats flew from the blood moon between the valleys toward the forest.

【It is midnight.】

"She" sighed softly in Xia De's ear.

Above Mibao in the distance, the undead and the sorcerers seemed unable to see the blood mist and light beams at the foot of the mountain at all. A penetrating crack appeared on the surface of the giant cocoon, and after the final black lightning struck the giant cocoon, the white mist cocoon shattered completely.

And what was revealed before the sorcerers was an undead giant beast that could not be described in specific terms, surrounded by a terrifying giant head, with countless bizarre limbs growing around it. Giant black human hands, writhing disgusting tentacles, gray-white bone dragon heads, and even the slender bodies of underground worms. The giant beast seemed to have sewn every powerful existence that died in the Mount Xikar region onto its own body, and as that giant head roared, black ripples spread rapidly, knocking down all the enemies surrounding it.

The night mist of Mibao became even thicker.

And by Lake Bena, above the blood lake, beneath the blood mist, amidst the blood moon—

Creak~

With a clear sound of a rotating shaft, the blood-colored metal coffin standing in the air was pushed open a crack.

Xia De reached out to block the two young ladies behind him. Even though the divine radiance still remained, without divinity, the splitting headache still made him almost faint.

And in the hallucination where the entire world seemed to be filled with blood color, the metal coffin opened bit by bit.

The boy dressed in old-fashioned noble attire, Mr. Armand Bernhardt's "nephew" Lester Bernhardt, lay sleeping in the coffin with his eyes closed. The holy song praising the blood and the moon in unison had reached its climax.

The great battle above Mibao behind him erupted with infinite light and brightness, but at this moment, the blood moon above Lake Bena remained so serene. The two places were clearly in the same world, yet they were so different.

The blood tide surged, and the holy song was loud. The whispering prayers finally turned into deafening shouts at this moment. In the opened coffin, the boy's eyelashes trembled, and then he opened his eyes.

Time stood still at this moment, and fate and years solidified at this moment. Xia De could not describe his feelings at this moment. Even though he closed his eyes, which were bleeding tears of blood, he could still "see" the boy open his eyes, and the blood coffin turned into red light to drape clothes over Him.

In that heavenly light, the boy stepped into the void toward the shore, and the nine supernatural items merged into his body. With every step the boy took, his body grew larger, until—

When He finally stood on the surface of the blood lake, looking at Xia De on the shore from afar, that familiar figure, that sacred body, that magnificent power, that indescribable appearance...

The Blood God—Blood Duke Lauaer's Saint form, had descended. ===== CHAPTER 788 =====