Chapter 228: Chapter 224: Prince Morgan, The Prelude Unfolds, The True Seed of Divine War!
"Without the Pet Beast present, merely by using the human-pet fusion technique, you can contend with the Uncanny!"
"What are you doing up there! Run... Er, quite the show."
"Well done! Snatching an uncanny sequence artifact and retreating unscathed—such a feat definitely ranks you among the top Flame-rank students."
Zhang Yi’s expression was complex, cycling through surprise, bewilderment, despair, joy, and relief before he fell into silence. After a long while, he sighed, "I understand. I should have realized the Qin Family’s support for Chu Yi long ago. That short spear capable of harming a ’Beast’ is also a sequence artifact."
"Including combat techniques, Qin Zheng must have privately taught him as well."
As a sequence instructor and part-time teacher in Yaoguang City, he naturally understood that Qin Zheng, who always cherished talent, would not miss out on this exceptional, unpolished gem.
If trained well, Chu Yi could be the next Qin Zheng, pushing through an era like a top-tier Demon.
"It is indeed Qin Zheng."
Luo Zhen nodded, fed the small squirrel another piece, and said, "Comparatively, the few from my family who came to broaden their horizons don’t seem as remarkable."
「Atop the White Tower.」
On a golden throne crafted from precious jewels sat a boy, idly playing with a high-grade Magic Ball.
Countless runes ascended, flickering as they reflected scenes from the Divine War.
Interesting. Daring to snatch an uncanny artifact of the Sleepless Sequence? This opening ceremony of the Divine War has certainly become intriguing.
A smile touched his lips as he prepared to add Chu Yi, this follower, to the betting pool, aiming for a substantial profit. It was well-known that Innos had paid a significant sum for the broadcast rights, which was why it was successfully hosted at the White Tower.
But as the White Tower shimmered with a halo of light, an overwhelming, chilling aura washed over him, making him momentarily dazed.
...
BOOM—
At this moment, high above the White Tower, a tumultuous river of blood surged forward, radiating a curtain of night. Beneath this dense darkness, an ancient castle rested upon the river of blood.
"What’s happening? Who dares to position themselves above the White Tower, provoking the Secret Witch Sect?!"
"No idea. It seems to be a major figure from the Blood Race camp..."
"This river of blood... how many lives must have been slaughtered, how much blood collected? Just looking at it makes one tremble with fear."
"..."
The torrent of blood loomed overhead, bringing an unbearable sense of oppression to the multitude of alien races.
Moreover, that ancient castle standing upon the river of blood—how terrifying must it be?
BAM!
From within the White Tower, a figure of white and red light strode out. It was a boy draped in a magnificent magic robe, who bowed slightly towards the castle.
"Innos, Master of the White Tower, extends greetings to the great Morgan family."
The night air, like silken ribbons, fluttered and swirled around the ancient castle.
A silver-haired man in splendid, ornate attire, his hair cascading to his waist, exuded an ancient aura. He glanced at Innos and gave a slight nod.
Only Innos knew the other’s identity.
The Morgan family, one of the thirteen ancient families of the Blood Race Empire.
The one who had come this time was a Blood Race Prince, wielding considerable power within the Dark World.
A Prince’s combat power was equivalent to a Radiant Moon in Beast Taming, a master capable of ruling a small world.
"Please, be seated," the boyish Innos invited politely.
Below, a space that had long been prepared was cleared, and the grand, towering ancient castle settled into place, causing the assembled alien race spectators to gasp.
To be treated with such deference by Innos, the newcomer had to be a fellow Radiant Moon-level powerhouse!
"A Prince?!"
Luo Zhen’s expression turned grim. A Blood Race Prince possessed Radiant Moon-level combat power. Even in the Federation, such a figure would be an honored guest, a pinnacle of strength.
Weren’t they supposed to be just watching the Divine War games? How come even a Prince showed up?
"This Divine War, or rather, this game of the Nether River, involves far too much."
Han Bufan took a deep breath, his voice heavy. "My guess is that it’s related to the game Chu Yi is participating in. This has prompted the gods to designate a Forbidden Land—a place where even gods and demons cannot tread. Within it lies something they desire."
Zhang Yi paused, then asked, "Are you referring to this Sleepless Sequence?"
Before Han Bufan could answer, a majestic aura slammed down from above, eliciting cries of alarm from the alien races.
The next moment, a dark green radiance illuminated half the profound starry sky. Countless alien races looked up to witness an impossibly gigantic beast, resembling a creature formed from dark clouds.
This time, it was a major figure from the Werewolf camp, leading a contingent of Divine War Seeds to participate.
Innos once again stepped forward to greet these new guests.
He was privy to the inside story. The so-called Divine War was merely fodder for the ’Beast,’ or perhaps scout-like cannon fodder—a batch of sacrifices to pave the way for the Divine War Seeds of the major powers.
Immediately, a host of new scenes appeared in the Nether River game as the Divine War Seeds made their entrance.
...
"Spare me! Spare me! I know nothing! It was all the Queen’s orders!"
"Ah... let me go, I beg you, in the name of nobility..."
"Devil!"
Warfare ignited the corner, and chaos reigned. The Blood Race armies, originally free from the Lantern Carrier’s strange winds, now collided with a Wolfman Army.
Hatred between the Blood Race and the Werewolf clans had existed from the very beginning and persisted to this day.
Without the assault of the Lantern Carrier’s strange winds, combat erupted the moment the two sides met.
The Blood Race army, already sparse in numbers, quickly collapsed. In this land where rules intertwined, even noble titles were suppressed, leading to them being crushed one-sidedly by the werewolves.
Queen?
A towering Wolf General, easily ten feet tall, directly tore out the Count of Milan’s throat. Crimson blood spurted forth, drenching the Wolf General.
Bathed in the rain of blood and enveloped in a crimson mist, the Wolf General grew even more excited, his eyes flashing with a crazed Frenzy.
"You’re saying your commander is a Blood Race Queen?"
The Wolf General squinted, looking down at a noble who was kneeling and begging for mercy, a smile playing on his lips.
"Yes, my lord." Jean pressed his forehead to the ground, cold sweat drenching him. "I swear on the name of the Milan family, I am absolutely not lying."
A thick fog was heavy all around. His small detachment had originally been under the Queen’s orders to scout the nearby area when they heard someone mention the appearance of a large gate.
Back then, eager to return home, Jean had rushed forth, suspecting it was the way back.
The result was that, in the blink of an eye, a hulking werewolf had burst out of the gate—it was the very Wolf General to whom he was now kneeling and pleading. This werewolf had smashed the few Blood Race members guarding the gate into pieces.
What followed was a one-sided slaughter.
What was even more despairing was that this ’Wolfman Army’ consisted of just three werewolves!
"Very well. The Prince will be here shortly. It will be up to us to capture this so-called Blood Race Queen," a Werewolf Wizard, who could summon countless Shadow Werewolves, said slowly.
The Wolf General licked his lips, lifted his foot from Jean’s head, his eyes filled with disdain. "Still not leading the way?"
"Yes, yes, my lords! I know a small path. This way, please."
Jean’s hands and feet were ice-cold, but at least he had managed to save his own life. He immediately transformed into a guide.