mtl008 Chapter 223 Bloodline Seal
Chapter 223 Bloodline Seal
The purple poisonous fog was like a sticky curtain, covering the dead swamp.
Hilde led the way, her steps still unhurried. The hem of her dark green robe swept across the slippery moss and twisted vines, but remained spotless.
Yang Xining lowered his eyes, vigilantly sensing everything around him, and even more wary of the unfathomable demon in front of him.
The other person's back seemed defenseless, but it was like a precision-operated machine, and every movement was accompanied by an indescribable sense of control.
Hilde's monocle reflected a faint light in the dim light, and a hint of strangeness flashed across the depths of her amber eyes behind the lens.
He calmly sensed the faint but still present energy fluctuations of Yang Xining behind him.
The fluctuations were extremely chaotic and weak, but under Hilde's specially enhanced perception.
As clear as peeling off silk threads from an onion: the pure foundation of the power of the Sea God, mixed with a hint of the domineering and violent demonic origin.
And the unique space and purification rhythm like stars emitted by the three fragments of the Sea Spirit Pearl.
An imperceptible ripple appeared in Hilde's heart.
It's...a perfect container...
His footsteps did not pause at all, but his fingers moved quietly at his side.
An extremely obscure spatial fluctuation, almost integrated with the magical environment of the swamp itself, silently enveloped Yang Xining behind him.
This is not an attack, but... a disguise and a seal!
hum…
Yang Xining's body stiffened slightly, and an extremely subtle sense of strangeness passed through his heart.
It was as if an invisible, extremely cold film instantly covered her body surface and then disappeared without a trace.
She subconsciously mobilized her perception and looked inward, but only found that her already chaotic and weak power seemed to be even more sluggish.
Especially the purifying power that came from the Sea Spirit Pearl and made her feel familiar seemed to be covered by a veil and became blurred.
She frowned, thinking it was just the aftereffects of a serious injury, and didn't delve into it.
What she didn't know was that at that moment, Hilde completed a precise blood seal.
After doing all this, Hilde's fingers returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
He even tilted his head slightly, using the lens of his gold-rimmed monocle to reflect the light, and glanced at Yang Xining seemingly casually.
The gaze behind the lenses was calm, as if observing whether an object was intact.
"Miss Yang seems to be feeling unwell? His Highness Waksha's royal court is just ahead, where there are better treatment conditions." His voice was still gentle, without any emotion.
Yang Xining suppressed the inexplicable feeling of stagnation and weakness and said coldly, "Don't bother."
Hilde said no more and continued to lead the way.
Soon, the magnificent outline of the Scarlet King's Court, constructed from giant skeletons and thorns flowing with magma, became faintly visible in the thick purple poisonous fog.
The oppressive, bloody, and powerful magical pressure came towards him like a physical entity.
……
The Scarlet Court, Vaksha's throne room.
Hilde "invited" Yang Xining into the Scarlet King's Court gracefully, as if escorting a precious trophy.
A strong mixed smell of blood and sulfur hits you in the face, and the gorgeous Gothic-style decorations look weird and depressing under the cold light of the dark green magic crystal.
Waksha's other two followers, Cong Karel and Knelis, stood on both sides of the throne like two silent statues, their sharp eyes scanning Yang Xining who was brought in.
Waksha was still reclining on the throne, his fiery red hair like flowing lava.
His emerald green eyes locked onto Yang Xining the moment she stepped into the hall.
The look in his eyes was no longer filled with amusement and interest, but an almost greedy scrutiny, as if he wanted to penetrate her skin and look directly into the secrets hidden deep in her soul.
To Yang Xining's surprise, Waksha did not attack immediately.
He even slowly sat up straight, with a smile that could be described as "gentle" on his face.
"Welcome to my royal court, distinguished guest." Waksha's voice was deliberately magnetic, and he even bowed slightly, his posture extremely humble.
"I apologize for my previous inattention. After all, a 'distinguished guest' who alarmed my 'father' and mobilized four legions to hunt him down deserves my personal reception."
Yang Xining's heart was filled with alarm.
The red-haired devil's attitude was so abnormal and respectful that it was creepy.
She suppressed the surging blood and the severe pain in her shoulder, stared at Waksha with cold black eyes, said nothing, and maintained the highest level of vigilance.
Waksha seemed not to notice her vigilance, and walked down the steps of the throne on his own, strolling gracefully to a few steps in front of Yang Xining and stopped.
"Miss Yang Xining...or should I call you...the temporary residence of Lord Satan?"
There was a hint of teasing and temptation in Waksha's words, and his green eyes flashed with a strange light, as if he was waiting for Yang Xining's reaction.
Yang Xining's heart suddenly skipped a beat. She tried to remain calm: "Prince Waksha, I don't understand what you are saying. I am just an ordinary human woman."
Waksha chuckled. "An ordinary human woman? A human woman who can walk freely in the demon world and even kill Prince Sereos? Such 'ordinary' is truly rare."
He slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips almost touching Yang Xining's face, but stopped at the last moment.
"You don't have to deny it so quickly. I will never mistake Lord Satan's aura. Moreover, since my 'father' has mobilized such a large force, your identity is definitely not simple."
Yang Xining subconsciously took a step back, but Hilde had silently stood behind her, cutting off her retreat.
Waksha withdrew his hand, the curve of his mouth growing wider and wider. "However, whether as a carrier of Lord Satan or simply because of your own value, you are an honored guest of my Soul-Devouring Swamp. I will give you due courtesy, as long as..."
He deliberately prolonged his voice, his eyes fixed on Yang Xining's face: "As long as you are willing to cooperate with me."
Yang Xining's heart tightened: "Cooperation? What can I do for you?"
Waksha smiled faintly, a calculating glint in his eyes. "It's simple. Help me discover Lord Satan's true intentions and why he chose you. In exchange, I can provide you with safe haven and even help you return to the human world."
Yang Xining sneered in her heart. She knew that such a promise was like a mirage, but she had no better choice now.
"I promise you, but help me find two people first."
"Oh? Who?" Waksha asked with interest, seemingly not surprised by Yang Xining's proposal.
"One is a human male in his fifties, surnamed Yang. The other is a blond, blue-eyed man in his thirties, with burns on his face. These two are very important to me."
Waksha nodded gently, seemingly unfazed by Yang Xining's request. "I can promise you, but you have to show your sincerity. For example, tell me, how does Lord Satan's power work within you?"
Yang Xining said calmly, "Satan's power...is not something I can fully control. Sometimes he is dormant, and sometimes he erupts. I can only try my best to utilize this power without being consumed by it."
A trace of deep thought flashed across Waksha's green eyes. "I see... It seems Lord Satan chose you as his carrier for reasons we don't yet understand. However, this doesn't affect our cooperation."
He turned to Hilde and ordered, "Hilde, immediately activate our intelligence network and search for the two people described by Yang Xining. At the same time, strengthen the vigilance around the royal court to prevent the troops of the Seventh and Eighth Legions from taking advantage of the opportunity to launch a surprise attack."
"Yes, Your Highness." Hilde took the order and left, his figure quickly disappearing in the shadow of the royal court.
Waksha turned to Yang Xining again, his smile sincere. "Ms. Yang Xining, I hope we can build true trust. In this dangerous world, every ally means every hope of survival."
Yang Xining forced a smile, though her heart was filled with wariness. "I hope so, Prince Waksha."