MTL - Tome of Blood-Chapter 29 -29- He is the true ancestor of the blood race!
Chapter 29-29-He is the true ancestor of the blood race!
West of Boulder City, abandoned urban area.
Since the flame disaster that everyone talked about ten years ago, this place has been designated as a restricted area that ordinary people cannot enter by the holy royal court.
Ten years have passed, the most powerful monsters have long been cleaned up by the witcher house and the trial, and the horrible memories of the past have gradually been forgotten, and only exist in the memories of those who experienced them chatting.
Although dark erosion pollution still exists in some dark corners, with the continuous development of urban commerce and handicrafts in recent years, the citizen class has grown stronger, and a large number of homeless and free people have also poured into the expanding city. Now it has become A paradise in the darkness of Boulder City.
Northwest of the abandoned urban area, at the junction with the outer urban area.
This is the largest slum area in Boulder City, and it is also the place with the highest population density.
Most of the people living here are low-level employees of various simple workshops in the western urban area, servants of small nobles and wealthy households, free mercenaries eager to get rich, and those who have lost their land due to the enclosure of nobles in recent years. Farmers and free tenants, as well as robbers, thieves, beggars, etc.
Here is also the favorite place for cultists.
Dirty and chaotic, on the uneven muddy street, a luxurious carriage slowly passed by.
Seeing the red rose pattern on the side of the carriage, the numb pedestrians on the street lowered their heads one after another, dodged to the sides in a panic, and then saluted.
This is the carriage of the Rose Society, the largest underground gang in Boulder City.
In the abandoned city, the Rosary Society is the sky, and its influence is almost equal to that of the Holy Royal Court.
The carriage stopped in front of a dilapidated hut.
The car door opened, and two beautiful maids with animal ears stepped down and spread a red carpet on the muddy ground until the door.
The slender Sebastian was wearing a black tuxedo, white gloves, and holding a gorgeous aristocratic cane, and stepped out of the carriage gracefully.
Coming to the hut, he stretched out his hand and gently knocked on the door.
A moment later, the door creaked open, and a beautiful girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old poked her head out vigilantly.
She has beautiful long brown hair and a pair of snow-white turbulences that don't match her age at all. She wears a shabby maid's outfit full of patches, and her strange red-gold pupils are full of wariness.
Seeing the girl, Sebastian smiled slightly and conjured a rose:
"Good afternoon, beautiful Miss Reina, do you still remember me?"
"Boom!"
The door was instantly shut.
Sebastian: …
He twitched the corner of his mouth, put down the rose, and knocked on the door again:
"Miss Reina, I'm here to visit Ms. Anna, please open the door."
The door did not move at all.
Sebas was helpless.
He cleared his throat and said loudly:
"Ms. Anna, I am Sebastian, the president of the Rose Society, and I am here to visit you. I have important matters to discuss!"
Quiet…
It wasn't until a moment later that the door opened a small crack again with a "squeak" sound.
The girl named Lena glanced at Sebas vigilantly, her red-gold pupils still carried the vigilance of a small animal.
"Reina, let him in."
An old voice came from inside the hut, with a distant sigh.
Rena glanced behind her, then nodded obediently, and silently opened the door.
"Thank you, Miss Reina."
Sebastian showed a bright smile, and entered the cabin gracefully.
Inside the house, the light is dim.
An elderly, skinny old woman was sitting on a recliner, drowsy.
Feeling Sebas's approach, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of pale and cloudy eyes:
"Your Excellency Sebastian, I should have said, don't bother me, an old woman, again."
The voice of the old woman was old and calm, with a touch of helplessness.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she froze.
She stared blankly at the top of Sebas's head, a faint light flashed in her cloudy eyes.
Gradually, her eyes opened wider and wider, and she couldn't help standing up from the recliner, as if she saw something incredible.
She stretched out her withered arm towards Sebas tremblingly, as if trying to grab something, the old voice suddenly began to tremble:
"Crimson!"
"I saw blood-like crimson!"
"The great golden sun sinks into the eternal darkness..."
"The scarlet blood moon rises in dazzling brilliance!"
"The rose supports the rose..."
"The blood moon holds the throne high!"
"This...this is..."
"fire!"
"It's fire!"
"The fire is burning! The fire is spreading! The flames... consume everything!"
"Then…"
"Everything is born again!"
The old woman was hoarse, as if she was insane.
Her crazy appearance startled the girls Reina and Sebastian.
As she shouted, the light and dark in the whole cabin changed, flickering, and the strong strange wind blew the wooden house creaking...
Sebas' expression became solemn almost instantly.
He knew that the other party's prophetic eyes saw the prophecy again.
The madness of the old woman lasted for a long time.
It wasn't until a long time later that everything returned to calm.
She sat down on the recliner again, looking quite tired, and she seemed to be getting older.
A moment later, she raised her head again, her cloudy and pale eyes reaching Sebas:
"Your Excellency Sebastian..."
"Can you tell me what happened to you?"
"Why did your appearance once again arouse my prophetic eyes?"
"Your fate seems to have changed drastically... I can't see through your future anymore!"
"What did you... encounter?"
Looking into the old woman's pale eyes, Sebas's heart beat wildly.
Of course he knew what he had encountered.
It's just...he didn't expect that his second visit would cause such a big reaction from the other party!
Taking a deep breath, he smiled and said:
"Ms. Anna."
"I'm here to thank you, your previous prophecy has come true."
"I really found an opportunity to lift the curse through the pages of the cursed book!"
"This is my reward, please accept it..."
As he spoke, he took out a small and gorgeous ring from his bosom, and placed it respectfully in front of the old lady.
The old woman didn't look at the ring at all.
She looked at Sebastian quietly, a gleam of light flashed in her pale eyes.
After a while, she suddenly said:
"So... the source of everything is the opportunity you found?"
Sebastian smiled without saying a word.
The old woman was silent.
After a long time, she let out a long sigh:
"That's all. If you don't want to say it, don't say it."
"The old woman is getting old, and she can't stand the trouble."
"Think about it carefully, the less you know about some things, the happier you will be..."
Having said that, the old woman signaled the young girl Lena to accept the ring.
Then, she calmly said:
"Well, come to me this time, what do you want to ask?"
Sebastian smiled.
He sat down beside the old woman's reclining chair, conjured up a goblet full of red wine, and drank it gracefully.
Then, with a smile:
"This time, it is actually related to the last prophecy."
"I know that your knowledge is quite profound, and your research on blood race is extremely in-depth."
"I want to ask you, the origin of the cursed pages..."
After listening to Sebastian's words, the old woman gave him a meaningful look:
"What do you ask these for?"
"Probably... because you are more interested in the origin of the cursed pages?"
Sebastian took a sip of the red wine and smiled.
The old woman snorted softly, obviously not believing it.
After a moment, she said:
"The pages of the cursed book were once an artifact of the vampires. More precisely... when all the pages of the cursed pages are combined, they are an artifact of the vampires."
"That is the oldest artifact of the blood race, and also the most mysterious artifact."
"No one knows the function of that artifact, including the blood race, all who know the existence of that artifact only know that it records all the inheritance of the blood race..."
"Of course, after being destroyed, the inheritance has been cursed, and mortals will be polluted if they get it, and the gods will treat it like a chicken rib... The pages of the cursed book are only fallen and cursed."
"And when this artifact was intact, it once had an ancient and resounding name..."
As she spoke, the old woman looked directly at Sebas, and said in a deep voice:
"The Holy Book of Blood!"
"The Holy Code of Blood..."
Sebas chewed on the name, thoughtfully.
He straightened his expression and asked solemnly:
"So... who is its owner?"
"Why are you asking this?"
The old woman did not answer, but suddenly asked.
"Just curious."
Sebastian took a sip of the red wine and rubbed his fingers slightly.
The old woman laughed.
She gave Sebas a meaningful look and shook her head:
"Your Excellency Sebastian, I wonder if you know that when you lie, you always like to subconsciously rub your fingers."
Sebas's movements froze for an instant, and his smile froze a little.
However, the old woman did not bother here, but sighed softly and said:
"Who is the owner of the Holy Tome of Blood...Although this matter has almost become a lost secret, it just so happens...the old woman knows."
As she spoke, her expression gradually became solemn:
"Your Excellency Sebastian, I have a question I want to ask you first."
"Excuse me."
Sebastian smiled.
The old woman paused, and suddenly said:
"Your Excellency Sebastian, what kind of artifact do you think can be called a holy book?"
Sebastian smiled:
"Holy scriptures... are naturally the sacred books left by the holy existence, which is a commonly used name in the church."
"In the church, the existence of the holy scriptures must be a great god, and must be the main **** of the church."
"So...for a race?"
The old woman asked leisurely.
"Race? Of course..."
Sebastian stopped.
He froze for a moment, as if a thunder had sounded in his mind, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood up almost subconsciously.
The old woman continued following his words:
"For a race, it is naturally the most sacred and ancient existence among the races."
"Like... the creator of the race."
"Another example, the origin and ancestor of the race..."
Speaking of which, the old woman looked at Sebastian quietly:
"Your Excellency Sebastian..."
"Now, do you know who the owner of the cursed page is?"
Sebastian no longer knew what the old woman was talking about.
Because at this moment, there is only one roaring voice left in his mind:
"True Ancestor!"
"It's the True Ancestor!"
"The most sacred and ancient existence, the source of all blood!"
"Ms. Dark Night is not a demigod, not a blood prince!"
"He is the master of the Holy Book of Blood, he... is the true ancestor of the blood race!"
"He is true God!"
"He is a...true god!"
py A friend's book, "The House Witch". Very interesting, I am also following.
Introduction: Question, there is a beauty under the starry sky, her black hair looks like eternal night, her bright eyes shine like stars, her powerful magic power makes the world tremble, and her peerless beauty makes all living beings surrender, who is this beauty? "That's right, it's me, the Witch King, Dorothy"
(end of this chapter)
