CA - Chapter 224
Chapter 224
The Slade Sea was the Oscarld Sea of five thousand years later.
After the Holy War ended, the Vampires, as the losing side, could only remain in their own territory. No matter how much the Tzimisce clan longed for the teleportation array, they dared not take a single step out of the Blood Domain.
The water level of the Slade Sea had risen, flooding the nearby cities. The Holy See had sent priests to relocate all the surrounding humans to other places.
Tang Qiu and the others followed Cynthia back to the Holy See to pick up Kama, then traveled together to the Slade Sea.
By the time they arrived, Chelsea and Olivia had already been there for a while. Olivia had cleared the water from the Slade Sea, and the two of them stood more than ten meters apart, silently staring at the array beneath their feet. Sensing the arrival of Tang Qiu, Cynthia, and the others, they looked up at the same time.
“This is the array!” Erin ran over excitedly, crouched down to study it for a moment, and said with certainty.
The clingy Little Fur Ball ran over with her and squatted down, cupping her cheeks with both hands, tilting her head, and watching Erin with a focused gaze.
Erin felt a little embarrassed being stared at by Little Fur Ball and quickly took out some E Leaves for her. Then she waved at Tang Qiu. “Come over here.”
Tang Qiu walked over and glanced down. She didn't understand arrays as well as Erin did. After a moment, she looked up and asked Chelsea, “Elder Chelsea, what can be used to replace Prince Bernard's blood to activate the array?”
Chelsea glanced at Lucille, who was standing beside Tang Qiu, and said flatly, “Her blood will do.”
Back in the Blood Domain, Lucille had killed three third-generation vampires in a row by leveraging the explosive power of her breakthrough. Both her body and mind were in a state of exhaustion. Hearing Chelsea's words, she froze for a moment. Before she could react, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Tang Qiu. Tang Qiu stood in front of Lucille, looked at Chelsea, and asked cautiously, “How much is needed?”
The blood within a vampire's body was extremely important. Losing too much would affect their condition.
Chelsea thought for a moment and said, “About a quarter.”
A quarter… Tang Qiu's expression grew solemn. She turned her head and met Lucille's gaze. Lucille shook her head at her, then spoke in a low voice, “A quarter… I can do it.”
Chelsea gestured with her eyes to the spot beside her. “If you can, come over. Don't waste time.”
Tang Qiu squeezed Lucille's wrist and remained silent for a moment before turning her head to whisper in Lucille's ear, “If you feel any discomfort, stop. We can think of another way.”
Lucille nodded, gently pulled her hand away from Tang Qiu's, and walked toward Chelsea.
Chelsea handed her a dagger. She glanced down at it, took it, and expressionlessly sliced her wrist. Bright red blood dripped down.
Chelsea was stunned for a moment when she saw Lucille's blood, a flicker of doubt in her eyes, but it quickly vanished. She took out her bone staff, pressed it to the ground, and sensed for a moment. She found that the energy contained in Lucille's blood was even richer than she had imagined. Wasting no more time, she took out some materials from her Space Gem, turned them into powder, mixed them into the blood, and began to wave her bone staff, chanting a spell in a low voice.
Erin was mesmerized watching Chelsea use witchcraft. In later generations, Black Witches had begun to pursue powerful, aggressive dark magic. Witchcraft had long been neglected, and many powerful witchcraft spells had even been lost to time.
Chelsea's witchcraft surprised Tang Qiu as well, but she was even more surprised that the array beneath her feet was actually being activated by Lucille's blood.
The power of this teleportation array was truly immense, capable of traversing five thousand years… Tang Qiu curiously asked Cynthia beside her, “Since the Tzimisce clan had the ability to create such an array, why would they still yearn for the vampires' eternal life?”
With this kind of power, they could have researched a way to achieve eternal life on their own.
Cynthia smiled slightly and shook her head. “This teleportation array wasn't created by the Tzimisce clan.”
“Oh?”
“They were just lucky enough to find the teleportation array that was sealed here by the gods.”
Tang Qiu raised an eyebrow, even more astonished by this array. “So it was left by the gods.”
“Gods are nothing more than some powerful and utterly bored people,” Cynthia said with a sigh, then changed the subject. “The scrolls you take from here won't be usable on the other side. So, unfortunately, I can't send these things to help you.”
She teased with a smile, “It's not because I'm being stingy.”
Tang Qiu chuckled softly, winked at Cynthia, and twirled her staff, saying gently, “Learning God's Light is more than enough.”
Cynthia nodded and said with a smile, “Good luck to you all.”
A vortex had already begun to appear in the array. Olivia glanced at it, then used wind magic to carry Chelsea and Cynthia into the air, leaving the range of the teleportation array.
Chelsea had not finished her chant. She half-closed her eyes in mid-air, the wind whipping her black robes back as her bone staff pointed at the array below. As time passed, a blood mist began to spread from the array, completely enveloping Tang Qiu and the others in just a few seconds.
The blood mist spread wider and wider. Olivia seemed to think of something and raised her hand slightly. The wall of seawater to the side slowly tipped over, flowing into the blood mist.
After an unknown amount of time, Chelsea finally lowered her bone staff and slowly opened her eyes. The red vortex below, wrapped in seawater, vanished with a whoosh, taking Tang Qiu's group of five with it.
Olivia controlled the wind to carry them to the shore, then let the wall of water fall. With half the seawater taken by the teleportation array, the water level of the Slade Sea returned to its original position.
Cynthia exclaimed in amazement, playing along, “How impressive.”
Olivia seemed not to hear her supportive comment. After restoring the seawater, she said expressionlessly, “I'm going back to the Elf Race.”
She said she was going back to the Elf Race, but she didn't leave immediately. Instead, she glanced at Cynthia.
Cynthia chuckled, raising her right hand. Cynthia's Staff, missing its Light Crystal, appeared in her hand. “See, my staff is back, so your Light Crystal must be back too.”
“I really didn't give the Light Crystal I gave you to someone else.” Cynthia moved closer, tilting her head to look at Olivia's averted face, and invited with a smile, “Since you're already out, why not come visit the Holy See?”
“It's not like there's anything going on with your clan anyway.”
“Who said I have nothing to do?” Olivia pushed away Cynthia, who was deliberately pressing close. Although her words were a rebuttal, her attitude had already softened.
Chelsea stood to the side, stroking her bone staff, waiting for the two of them to finish their private conversation before speaking up. “Don't you think there's something strange about Grace?”
“Since she's a werewolf, why can she use light magic?” Chelsea looked at Cynthia, waiting for an explanation.
Unfortunately, Cynthia didn't know the answer either. “I'm not sure. Her constitution is very special, not like a normal werewolf's.”
If werewolves could easily learn light magic, they wouldn't have used the excuse of wanting to fight head-on to refuse it.
During the Holy War, the werewolves and elves were perfectly clear on how much of a deterrent light magic was against vampires. Why would they refuse a means of self-preservation?
The constitution of werewolves was truly unsuited for practicing light magic.
Chelsea looked left and right but couldn't find the white wolf. She had to suppress the questions she wanted to ask, which made her frown.
Cynthia glanced at her and casually offered a strand of golden hair.
Chelsea froze when she saw the hair, her expression complicated. “You…”
“Use witchcraft to investigate her origins, then tell the Wolf Race.” After stuffing the hair into Chelsea's hand, Cynthia stroked her chin and said thoughtfully, “I have a feeling her origins are not simple.”
There was definitely some secret there.
Cynthia had once tried to indirectly ask Tang Qiu why, as a werewolf, she would go to the Holy See, especially since, according to Kama's memories, both the Wolf Race and the Elf Race were hostile to the Holy See five thousand years later.
But Tang Qiu was very cautious, and Cynthia hadn't gotten any useful information.
Regardless, for a werewolf to go to the hostile Holy See was strange no matter how you looked at it.
Chelsea knew that Cynthia never did anything rash, so after a moment of silence, she put the hair away and nodded. “I understand.”
As the three of them walked and talked, the ever-silent Olivia suddenly sensed something. She turned her head to look in a certain direction, and a vine shot out rapidly.
The vine was corroded into a puddle of green liquid by a dark power in mid-air. A mass of gray mist materialized, seemed to glance at Cynthia's group, and then swiftly departed, vanishing in an instant.
Chelsea stopped Olivia, who wanted to give chase, and said flatly, “That was Wolf Fang, a general of the Dark God.”
“It's her…” Cynthia said thoughtfully. “It seems she came for the little witch with Grace.”
Cynthia had been to the Dark God's temple, so she had long recognized Little Fur Ball's identity. But seeing Chelsea's calm attitude, she hadn't paid it much mind.
Olivia retracted her foot and said coldly, “It seems she and the Blood Demon are still trying to break their seals.”
“After all, without their physical bodies, their soul forms will eventually perish one day.” Cynthia withdrew her gaze and said nonchalantly, “Don't pay them any mind. The situation is settled. They can't stir up any trouble now.”
Blood Domain.
The territory of the Tzimisce clan had always been hidden and remote. Few from the other twelve clans could ever find them.
This had its pros and cons. The pro was that no one would disturb them. The con… was that all the vampires left guarding their territory were dead, and their clansmen would only discover this tragedy upon their return.
A third-generation elder returned to the territory with his newly turned clansmen and saw the dried-up blood pool at a glance. He cried out in alarm and flashed to the side of the blood pool, his trembling hand reaching out to touch the desiccated basin. He muttered in disbelief, “The blood pool… has been destroyed…”
The vampires behind him scattered in a panic, examining the bodies of Sunny and the others.
Any clues left by Tang Qiu's group had long since been erased by the passage of time. They found nothing but a few corpses.
A younger vampire didn't go to check the bodies. He circled the territory, trying to find more traces of a fight. Suddenly, he paused and looked down slightly.
His black boots slowly moved aside. The thick layer of dead leaves had been crushed under his feet, revealing the corner of a quill pen among the fragments.
He frowned, crouched down to pick up the quill, and examined it. Then he reached out and searched the nearby area, finding a notebook that was also buried under the fallen leaves.
He patted the dirt off the notebook and stared down at the writing on it. The handwriting was so messy that it took him a while to recognize it as a name.
Ernest… Elder Ernest of the Malkavian clan? But wasn't he already in torpor? Why would his notebook be here?
“Eden, the blood is still here!” a voice full of pleasant surprise called from behind him. The man turned and answered, then placed the notebook into his Space Gem.
The third-generation elder held a small black bottle he had found on one of the corpses, his expression contorted with excitement. “Prince Bernard's blood is still here…”
“Thank goodness, thank goodness…”
Their Tzimisce clan still had a future.
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