**Chapter 1124**
*The Tender Blood Heavenly Envoy*
— At the moment the Heavenly Envoy descended, the night sky filled with Iris Flowers was once again obscured by blood.
The sky transformed into a dark red hue, pulsating like the beating of a heart.
Even those beneath the ground, unable to see the current sky, could distinctly feel the air becoming damp instantly.
A blood blade, over forty meters long and more than a meter wide, instantaneously bisected “Wuqun.”
The gathered blood weapon struck the unsuspecting “Wuqun” with devastating force!
“Your knight, Don Quixote de La Mancha, has come—
— to fight for you!”
Don Quixote appeared in brilliant white light before Isabel, who had transformed into Eivass.
The moment he appeared, he grasped the enormous Holy Sword behind him and plunged it into the ground.
Illusory wings of light spread open, forming a briefly visible shield. As the shockwave of the blood blade reached them, it was blocked by that shield!
Accompanied by the intense sound of metal clashing, the phantom shield reappeared, existing clearly for an instant before gradually dissipating once again, much like the lingering illusion seen when one stares at a light bulb and then looks at a white wall.
If not for Don Quixote… the residual shockwave alone would have sufficed to sever the lives of everyone present.
The Blood Heavenly Envoy showed no mercy, unleashing a full-powered attack without hesitation!
However, this strike was effective only for a moment—
The blood blade that had torn through “Wuqun” decisively reversed, aiming to continue shredding her body. With the speed of the Blood Heavenly Envoy, just a second was enough to cut “Wuqun” into hundreds of pieces.
Yet when the blood blade made contact with her skin a second time, it suddenly lost its potency, disintegrating into a downpour of blood rain.
— Merely bearing the first attack rendered this second strike ineffective against her.
“Wuqun” did not splinter but instead revealed a slanted crimson fissure.
Blood surged violently from within her body, with every wound resembling tiny gears of a chainsaw spinning incessantly— the scarlet wounds trembled and writhed, quickly becoming grotesque, like a teddy bear shamelessly stitched back together after being torn apart.
Her body tilted and separated into two halves, yet “Wuqun” did not emit a painful cry.
— As if wholly devoid of sensation, “Wuqun” merely frowned and looked down at her wounds.
She turned back, calmly and without a trace of hostility, asking, “Are you going to betray me, Cain?”
Her words were like a question, yet they felt more like a statement.
“— Betrayal, you say?”
A tender voice replied.
As the massive blood blade shattered in the air, turning into blood rain, a girl covered in blood gradually became clearer amidst the curtain of rain.
She appeared to be merely eight or nine years old, with long black hair cascading down, obscuring half of her face. Her cheeks were chubby, her skin pale and soft, yet splattered with splotches of blood. She wore a white dress completely stained red with blood— a nightgown that exposed her arms at the top and her thighs at the bottom. Her white stockings, now more than half stained red, clung tightly to her skin, dripping dark red blood.
They dangled in the air, with blood trickling down her bare toes.
It felt as if blood had pooled in a body bag, seeping out drop by drop through the seams.
The girl’s appearance leaned more towards harmless cuteness rather than elegance or beauty. If cleaned of bloodstains and dressed in a fluffy, dry dress, she would resemble a freshly baked, soft, sweet cake.
She hovered in the air, and those blood vessels, resembling inverted roots, seemed to be wings sprouting from her back.
Even backlit, the Blood Heavenly Envoy’s scarlet pupils shone brightly.
Her previously innocent and pure smile, now half-stained with blood, appeared monstrous and cold.
Her words dripped with arrogance and sarcasm: “I never made you any promises, worthless void. Don’t flatter yourself too much.”
— For some reason, the Blood Heavenly Envoy did not utilize her original body.
Eivass had seen Cain’s appearance during the previous Ascension Ritual— although it was merely a mimicry ritual, Sister Sasha’s visage was accurate, so Cain’s appearance should have been somewhat similar.
He was a tall, androgynous half-elf youth with elven ears and slender, black-red gradient dragon horns. His hair indeed fell long and straight. However, he had no Adam’s apple and lacked a chest.
Although both were black-haired and straight, one was human, while the other was half-elf, half-dragon. The differences were glaring, not to mention they were entirely different in age and gender.
Undoubtedly, this was the vessel of the Blood Heavenly Envoy— the last monarch of the Daffodil Duchy, Daffodil Duke’s descendant, and the Moon Princess of Iris Flower, Lucia Tsepash!
Isabel found the voice familiar upon hearing it.
“You are… Cheese!”
She exclaimed.
Isabel remembered the girl she had seen during the Ascension Ritual.
After all, it was unusual for someone so young to repeatedly participate in the ritual— any parent would be unlikely to allow their innocent child to act so recklessly.
In a world filled with conspiracies and deceit, where one had to test intelligence, strength, social skills, and luck simultaneously, children who lack an understanding of societal norms could easily be manipulated and deceived.
Isabel also recalled clearly the sound of Cheese’s voice— when Eivass had hinted that this time, the vessel of the Blood Heavenly Envoy was Cheese, she remembered the girl’s tone. Now she realized immediately that this was Cheese’s voice.
But…
Based on her experience fighting against the Fallen Heavenly Envoy, the embodied form of the Heavenly Envoy should only serve as a physical vessel.
Shouldn’t they have replaced their appearance with their own—?
The young girl with tender black hair turned to glance at Isabel upon hearing “Eivass’s voice,” the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.
“So it’s you, Fox… oh no, Lulu? How interesting…”
Her tone was mature and haughty, and despite retaining a childlike quality, it sounded composed: “What a coincidence, human. We meet again.
“Are you here to eliminate me? Then wait a moment. Let me handle some personal matters before accepting your challenge.”
She was no longer the girl trailing Eivass with beaming shouts of “Brother Fox” or “Sister Lulu.”
Were she to inhabit an adult’s body, she might convey an impression akin to that of an “ice queen.”
Noticing Eivass and Sherlock’s current state, she narrowed her eyes slightly.
The girl turned back and looked down at “Wuqun,” mocking, “You really are not picky, are you, worthless void? Are you able to feast upon even mortals? If you’re hungry, go have a meal; don’t go greedy for snacks. Didn’t your parents teach you this?”
“Not really.”
“Wuqun” fully turned around, facing away from Isabel and the others.
She lifted her head, her tone shifting from the sacred etherealness she had shown when speaking to Eivass and the others to one as arrogant and somber as the Blood Heavenly Envoy’s: “Rather, you are the snack, Cain.
“I must thank you. If you hadn’t abandoned your divine body, I wouldn’t have escaped from you to access the route of the serpent.
“Now, merely having taken the blood vessels of three thousand people… what significance is that? Completing such a ritual, and you wish to stand before me?
“How—ridiculous.”
In the next instant, the space between “Wuqun” and Cain suddenly fractured.
The earth trembled, the cavern cracked, and the air surged violently.
Arsen barely saw what happened— all he noticed was that the ferocious shockwave tearing everything apart rushed over!
Had it not been for Don Quixote resolutely standing in front of them, they likely would have been instantly crushed by the residual force of the invisible battle!
*(End of Chapter)*
