Chapter 1052
True Summoning · Holy Blood Manipulator
Just as Eivass’s command fell, someone came out from within.
“That girl’s heart is so soft…”
“I prefer the liver more.”
Two members of the Son of the Moon race, a man and a woman dressed as nobles, approached, chatting and laughing. They wore formal attire, enveloped in a warm, moist aura of blood, indicating a brutal feast was underway within.
They clearly had no idea of the identity of the guests arriving at this hour. However, for the Sons of the Moon, staying up late was normal. Sleeping around eight or nine in the morning was within the acceptable range – they were a race that became more energetic at night.
Thus, they weren’t on guard, merely curious about the identity of the fellow clansman visiting at this time. From a distance, they were struck by the beautiful and elegant bearing of Eivass and Alistair. While becoming a Son of the Moon generally had a “beauty enhancement” effect, it didn’t transform ordinary people into stunning beauties instantly. The rumors on the street were merely because the Sons of the Moon tended to choose those with pleasing appearances for conversion.
Therefore, from another perspective – if a Son of the Moon’s appearance was exceptionally beautiful, it could very well indicate their parental generation held extremely high status.
The two Sons of the Moon then retracted their arrogant expressions, putting on a facade of humble and polite smiles.
“You two…”
Before the female Son of the Moon could finish speaking, Alistair, with a radiant smile, interrupted her. “It should have been like this…”
“…What?”
The other party paused for a moment.
In an instant, two buds behind Alistair’s shoulder blades bloomed simultaneously, transforming into two masses of entwined tentacle wings. They were vine-like and as red as gemstones. In the blink of an eye, they shot out, changing from their soft tentacle form into crimson lances that directly impaled the two Sons of the Moon, sending their bodies flying backward!
One wall, two walls, three walls… Dust flew everywhere. In an instant, they shattered three walls, being pushed directly back into the feast! Their bodies were completely drained of blood, disintegrating into ash in mid-air!
Grayish-white snow fell above the feast, startling the other Sons of the Moon who were in the midst of their banquet.
At this time, Alistair retracted the two tentacles.
[Killed Fourth Tier Extraordinary, gained 14 free experience]
“A familiar experience notification, not bad,” Eivass exclaimed. “Although it’s already decayed to almost nothing…”
“Why is there only one?”
“Probably because the other was Third Tier. Fifth Tier can no longer gain experience from Third Tier… Rather, the fact that we can gain Fourth Tier experience is likely because Sons of the Moon are half a level stronger than Extraordinary individuals of the same tier.”
Eivass and Alistair chatted casually as they continued to walk slowly inside. Their pace remained unchanged, neither speeding up nor slowing down. They strolled as if taking a leisurely walk through the opulent hallway, admiring the paintings hanging on the walls.
A series of hurried footsteps echoed from a distance, accompanied by strong fluctuations of Path Power.
“Speaking of which, I’m actually quite looking forward to it,” Alistair suddenly said slowly and deliberately. “If the Box of Nothingness keeps misleading us, leading us to various other Son of the Moon residences… wouldn’t that mean we’d have the perfect opportunity to go on a killing spree? It wouldn’t be our fault anyway; they’re the ones misleading us… Since that’s the case, who knows if we’re being misled? Why don’t we just kill all the Sons of the Moon here?”
“Stop messing around…” Alistair narrowed her eyes and easily discerned their energy levels. “Not a single Fifth Tier… Should I finish them quickly? Or do you want to try your hand?”
“Try my hand? At what?”
“You haven’t used the True Summoning effect of my Great Sin Card yet, have you? Perhaps testing it out at this moment?”
“That makes sense…” Eivass agreed.
As he spoke, he slightly raised his left hand. Eivass’s Book of Law floated above it and appeared. It flipped open with a rustle, stopping on one page. It was a frosted, semi-transparent pink card, resembling a pink diamond, with a crudely drawn fox head in blood-red strokes.
[True Summoning · Holy Blood Manipulator]
[Requirement: Water 5]
[Instant, Self, Continuous Effect]
[Effect: Convert any amount of one’s own blood into Holy Blood, which can be freely manipulated and deformed. It can be condensed into ice or dissipated into mist at will. It can be mixed into any fluid within ten times its volume and remain controllable. Holy Blood can be consumed to heal oneself or others. The closest distance of the Holy Blood to oneself must be within sixty meters, with no maximum distance. However, the Holy Blood must remain a single consolidated entity without interruption.]
As the card burned away and turned into nothingness, a mass of blood gushed out from Eivass, who was a Son of the Moon. He directly sacrificed half of his own blood! For an ordinary person, such blood loss would instantly lead to a near-death state. Even Eivass’s main body would experience a few seconds of weakness. However, for a Son of the Moon, this degree of blood loss was insignificant. As long as it didn’t reach the critical point, moderate blood loss could even induce a berserk state.
Eivass’s pupils suddenly lit up, like a hungry wolf. A scarlet light flickered in the dim hallway. The gathered blood sphere suspended beside Eivass. Following Eivass’s thoughts, several winding, slender lines were drawn out, leaping and refracting through the entire hallway in an instant before disappearing without a trace.
The Sons of the Moon realized that this unfamiliar white-robed Son of the Moon meant trouble.
“Form ranks and meet the enemy!” a middle-aged Son of the Moon dressed as a noble commanded – perhaps he was that Count. The first to charge out were the lowest-ranking relatives of this Count.
The Sons of the Moon had a clear inheritance mechanism. Each generation of Sons of the Moon had their own “father” or “mother,” and similarly, their own “son” or “daughter.” The lower the generation, the lower the status. This group of Sons of the Moon were already the third or even fourth generation of dependents in the Count’s Mansion. However, despite their low seniority, their energy level was not necessarily lower than their predecessors.
Watching the blood sphere beside Eivass, six Sons of the Moon loudly recited the name of the Blood Heavenly Envoy. They shielded themselves with their hands, blood seeping from their bodies to form [Blood Shields] that covered their upper torsos. This shield was a divine art bestowed by the Blood Heavenly Envoy. It could be summoned with a single word and could easily withstand direct attacks from Extraordinary individuals of the same energy level – at least the throwing knives of assassins could not penetrate its defense. This was a divine art that Sons of the Moon in other regions did not possess! Only by satisfying the Blood Heavenly Envoy’s bloodthirsty heart during the Great Sacrifice could the ability to perform such a ritual be granted.
After setting up their shields to resist the firepower, bursts of blood-red light erupted from behind them – like the flame streams of jet engines, scarlet shockwaves surged behind them! [Blood Charge]! This was also a signature divine art in the “Blood” series from the Blood Heavenly Envoy, characterized by its simple naming and brutal effects. It allowed oneself to instantly break the sound barrier and enter a supersonic charging state!
With just the combination of these two simple divine arts, a Fourth Tier Son of the Moon could instantly shatter an Extraordinary individual of the same tier!
But in the next moment…
“Ughhhhhhhh—”
Fierce screams echoed incessantly. The instant they charged close to Eivass, the traps hidden in the hallway were triggered. Those extremely fine lines, formed by the condensation of moisture in the air with “Holy Blood,” were frozen by Eivass. In the dim hallway, they were completely invisible. Their condensed shields were no match for the Fifth Tier Holy Blood – they were easily cut through as if they didn’t exist, followed by their bodies under high-speed charge. The six Sons of the Moon were diced into pieces, scattering outwards. The gushing blood instantly stained the classical paintings on the walls. The entire hallway transformed into a sea of blood in an instant…
Even so, they were not completely dead yet. Thanks to the charge of this batch of Sons of the Moon, those scarlet invisible lines were now clearly visible, alerting the higher-generation Sons of the Moon who hadn’t rushed out that this was a trap. A killing trap constructed by a Fifth Tier Son of the Moon.
(End of this chapter)
