Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor-Chapter 627 - 304: Bloodline Curse

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At the same time.

In the back courtyard of the palace, on the Royal Family's training grounds.

Under the afternoon sun, the tall and elegant Eldest Princess Atrey, holding an exquisite longsword in her hand, leaned against a chair, panting heavily.

A maid carefully wiped away the sweat from the princess's forehead and respectfully brought a silver cup filled with fruit wine to her lips.

Atrey took a couple of sips, then stood up and looked at the man with white hair sitting nearby.

The wrinkles on the man's face made him appear to be sixty or seventy years old.

But his spirit was vigorous, and his sharp eyes gleamed with intelligence.

"Come on, Master Carlos."

Atrey wore a smile, her attitude very respectful,

"At your service, Your Highness."

Carlos stood up, and the Eldest Princess Atrey took the initiative to move further away from the rest area and stood firmly.

The attendants around were not surprised at all by the behavior of Her Highness, as if they had grown accustomed to it.

Standing still, Carlos waited for Atrey to settle in place before he slowly spoke,

"Remember, strike decisively."

Carlos gravely reminded: "Just now, you hesitated too much, lacking the courage to risk everything, and that's why you lost."

"If your longsword didn't retreat, I would have suffered a more severe injury earlier."

"I remember, Master."

Atrey nodded seriously, quickly adjusting her posture to strike again.

At that moment, unnoticed by anyone, a wisp of barely visible blood-red mist drifted behind Atrey and, as if alive, plunged directly into her body!

"Phew!"

Just as Atrey was about to strike, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood!

The dark red blood instantly stained the earth, and Atrey, losing control, knelt on the ground, clutching her chest in pain!

Almost simultaneously, a faint golden light emanated from Atrey's body, allowing her to support herself without collapsing entirely.

"Your Highness!"

Carlos exclaimed in shock as he rushed forward, "Your Highness, what's the matter?!"

"I, I don't know either…"

Atrey clutched her chest, her face deathly pale.

The guards quickly surrounded Carlos, while the frightened maid knelt on the ground to support Atrey's body.

"Get the physician!"

Carlos ordered loudly.

The guards did not hesitate for a moment and quickly ran off.

Atrey stretched out her hand, struggling to take out the necklace from her neck.

It was a golden necklace, with a pendant embedded with a gray gemstone.

The gemstone bore spiderweb-like cracks, as if it had sustained a severe impact.

"Father's Protector's Wall is depleted…"

Atrey spoke weakly, straining to look up at Carlos, "Did I just suffer a spell attack?"

"It appears so."

Carlos frowned, his words filled with uncertain confusion.

The cracked Protector's Wall indicated a spell attack.

But Carlos didn't see anyone casting spells around; the Eldest Princess was attacked just like that, inexplicably.

While Carlos pondered, a heart-wrenching female voice suddenly rang out,

"Help, quick, save the Fourth Prince!"

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At the border between the Western Alliance and the Broken Rock Empire, Song of Wind Hills.

In a concealed chamber deep within the underground ruins.

The air was filled with dampness and decay.

The old, weathered stone walls were like cabinets, covered with grids, each holding a skull flickering with faint firelight.

Thick stone pillars stood around the chamber, hung with broken statues and knight corpses, their damaged armor glinting with a cold metallic luster in the firelight.

The entire chamber was enveloped in deathly silence.

Just then, a skull in one of the stone wall grids suddenly began to shake violently, the firelight within it flaring fiercely.

"Crack—"

The skull emitted continuous sounds, black and red liquid seeping from its crevices.

The liquid slid down the stone wall, gathering slowly, as if alive, taking on a human shape.

Bones solidified like ghosts from nothingness, with flesh coiling around them like vines, writhing, reshaping.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of flesh growing and coalescing was particularly jarring in the silence, pale, dry skin following suit, slowly wrapping around the darkened flesh.

Legs, abdomen, chest…

Continuously extending, until finally hair emerged from the flesh, covering the withered, ugly face.

—Lomisa slowly opened her eyes, dark red flames flickering at the depths.

The flames were extremely weak, threatening to extinguish at any moment.

Lomisa tried to sit up, but her arms were as limp as noodles, and she fell heavily to the ground again.

"Damn…"

A hoarse, feeble voice squeezed out from her parched throat.

Her body trembled continuously on the ground, her skin covered with fine cracks, as if it would shatter into dust at the slightest touch.

"Honorable soul emissary! Are you alright?!"

Perhaps hearing Lomisa's curse, Osca's voice sounded from outside the chamber.

"I'm fine, continue with our plan!"

Lomisa responded with all her might, but even so, the light in her eyes was nearly extinguished.

"Yes, my lord!"

Through the stone door, Osca replied respectfully.

Actually, Lomisa should have opened the door to let Osca come to her aid, but she didn't even have the strength to lift the stone door's restriction now.

Moreover, Lomisa also worried that this servant, who usually respected her, might strike at such a moment.

"Ah!"

Osca had just left when Lomisa suddenly let out a muffled groan, her entire body as if struck by lightning!

Her back arched, limbs twitching!