Witch Wind

Chapter 271: The Ups and Downs of the Clan (Part )

On the outskirts of King Yingjishi’s city, deep underground, there is a huge stone palace.

Wisps of dim light condensed into witch patterns, covering the entire huge underground space. In this Dharma Ending Age, the witch patterns still retained a certain amount of power, isolating the outside world from prying eyes.

Queen Victoria placed her hands on the door of the stone palace. The seemingly hard stone door moved like water waves. Two sharp bone spurs suddenly pierced out from her master's door and pierced into Victoria's palms, penetrating her palm bones and into her bone marrow.

Two strands of pure blood slowly flowed out from the bone marrow, and circles of dark red light suddenly spread out on the stone door, which opened silently.

Victoria stood at the door of the stone hall and hesitated for a while, took a deep breath, and patted her towering chest vigorously: "I am Queen Yingjishi, I am the purest descendant of the Victoria family... What is there to be afraid of? The person sleeping here is the ancestor of the Victoria family!"

Encouraging himself, Victoria stepped cautiously over the high threshold with an extremely stiff body and entered the stone hall.

In the dark stone hall, on the polished and smooth stone walls carved with countless strange totems and images, bronze lamps as thick as waists lit up silently, and the dim light illuminated the hall.

The relief on the stone wall would definitely be very familiar to Xing Tianli if he were here.

Nuwa mended the sky, Shennong tasted medicine, Gonggong crashed into Buzhou Mountain, and Dayu turned into a yellow bear with wings on its back, and slapped the mountain gate that blocked the flood with his fat bear paws...

Victoria looked at the reliefs in awe.

She knew very well that this was the light of civilization from the East, a true high-dimensional civilization. No matter how the Eastern Divine Land had sunk and decayed over the past six hundred years, it was not the terrible civilization behind the Eastern Divine Land that was sunk and decayed, but the Jade Clan that stood in the front and usurped the dominance of civilization, and the Qing Dynasty behind them.

"I really don't want to come to this place." Victoria walked carefully, step by step, to the center of the hall.

In the Dharma Ending Age, the witch formation outside the hall was still in operation. Xing Tianli and many masters from the Committee and the Pantheon often came and went, but they were unable to discover this stone hall hidden not very deep underground.

The source of power that powers the hall is right in the center of it.

Victoria walked forward. From the outside, the hall was only a few hundred acres in size, and several dozen feet long and wide. However, the space inside the hall was stretched by the witch formation. Victoria took small steps and walked forward for a long time.

We probably walked about ten miles?
In the dazzling hall, only the sound of Victoria's 'da da da' footsteps echoed.

In all directions, on the stone walls, on the ceiling, and even on the smooth boulder floor underground, gradually, black and red light and shadows floated bit by bit. Many twisted and tragic faces appeared and disappeared in the light and shadows, staring at Victoria with extremely resentful eyes.

Victoria felt a chill all over her body and quickly quickened her pace.

She walked another seven or eight miles, and saw twelve huge bronze totem poles standing tall in front of her. Strands of black light, like countless fireflies, slowly revolved around these ancient, mottled totem poles.

The pungent smell of blood was so strong that it almost solidified.

Under the suppression of the totem poles, twisted wisps of wronged souls huddled in the shadows beneath the poles, howling and screaming. Tiny wisps of witch flames kept rising into the air, burning their souls bit by bit, tempering and draining them dry, turning them into pure soul power, which was then replenished to the twelve totem poles bit by bit.

Six hundred years into the Dharma Ending Age, this stone temple has still maintained its basic functions inside and out, and the witch formation can still operate at the lowest capacity, all because of these twelve totem poles.

Dongyun's Xu Fu and Yamatai were able to use evil methods and flesh and blood to train a large number of priests and priestesses.

The British royal family also retained similar methods.

Moreover, their vicious methods were the orthodox tradition of the Witch Palace, and were completely different from the unconventional methods used by Xu Fu and Yamatai.

Under the twelve bronze totem poles is a deep pit about a mile long and wide. The square pit, also made of bronze, is several miles deep. Inside, a huge purple-gold Tai Sui is rolling.

'Tai Sui'.

This kind of existence has an extremely special status in the folk stories and legends of gods and immortals in the Eastern Shenzhou.

In this stone palace, there is a group of Tai Sui with a radius of about a mile. It is purple-gold in color and has faint human facial features on its surface. It is a secret treasure of the Yingjishi royal family.

This Tai Sui can devour everything in the world and transform it into magical power to keep this stone temple running.

Of course, in the Dharma-Ending Age, the spiritual and spiritual resources in the world that are suitable for this Tai Sui to devour have become very limited... In the Dharma-Ending Age, the greatest spiritual resource is people, each of whom is highly intelligent!
Ever since the Kingdom of Inghi opened up its first overseas colonial continent, there has been a steady stream of slave ships every year that transported millions of indigenous slaves to the Royal City of Inghi. Through secret channels, they were transported to this stone temple and thrown directly into this big pit to be devoured by this Tai Sui.

This Tai Sui was also extremely generous. It devoured countless living people, and the power it fed back not only maintained the operation of this stone temple, but also brought great benefits to the Yingjishi royal family.

"What is foundation?" Victoria smiled. "Foundation is that you self-righteous strong men think that we are just ants that can be manipulated at will, but you know nothing about our real trump card. This is the real foundation!"

Behind the bronze totem pole, a slight sound of metal colliding was heard.

A dozen handsome men wearing gorgeous pure silver and pure gold armor slowly walked out from behind the totem poles. Their armor was densely covered with gorgeous blue, red, green, white and other rose patterns, decorated with various bird patterns such as birds of paradise, birds of paradise, and large parrots. It was magnificent and each set could be called a masterpiece of art.

More importantly, these rose patterns and bird patterns are combined together. The subtle lines outline millions of extremely small magic patterns, which are nested into a powerful magic formation.

The defensive power of each set of these armors is comparable to that of celestial weapons.

In this Dharma Ending Age, in an underground stone hall on the outskirts of the Yingjishi royal city, the Yingjishi royal family actually hid such a force - the significance of the existence of this stone hall is almost the same as the ancestral land of the ancient three families.

More metal collision sounds were heard quietly, and more handsome men and women in heavy armor walked out of the darkness. They surrounded the huge pit. In just a cup of tea, the total number of soldiers who walked out of the shadow of the stone hall exceeded three thousand.

An old man wearing black armor with blood-red stripes all over the surface, looking extremely old, with white hair and beard, holding a wolf-tooth meteor hammer in his hand, walked slowly to Victoria.

The chain as thick as an arm swayed slightly, as big as a water tank, and the black meteor hammer that did not reflect light at all dragged on the floor, splashing large sparks. The old man came to Victoria, and he looked down at Victoria, almost nine feet tall: "Little Victoria, it's not time for sacrifice this year yet. You rashly opened the ancestral temple and leaked the 'Taisui essence', which is not good."

The old man muttered: "You know, our vitality depends on the 'Taisui Essence'. The slightest leakage may cause a huge threat to our lives."

Before Victoria could speak, the old man held up three fingers and said, "Because you rashly opened the ancestral temple this time, you will send 300,000 slaves here for the blood sacrifice later. Remember, not a single one can be left behind."

Victoria bowed respectfully to the old man and said, "Your Majesty, the founder! As you wish, three hundred thousand slaves will be delivered in the next few days."

When Victoria used the word "originator", she did not use the English Mandarin, but the Eastern Mandarin with a very pure and mature accent. She said in a deep voice: "When the crisis came, I sent those blood seeds to the East. Now, I need more chips... chips of power."

Victoria knelt down and bowed deeply to the old man.

Then, she stood up and looked at the many male and female soldiers who had gathered around her: "I'm very sorry, but I must say that in order to deal with the crisis outside, I need more power."

The old man holding the meteor hammer opened his eyes wide. He knocked the huge hammer head gently on the floor. Suddenly, the whole ground made a "boom" sound and the stone hall shook slightly.

"Bargaining chips? Don't we, the 'Witch God Riders' who have been living in seclusion in the ancestral temple for so many years, have become your bargaining chips?" The old man stared at Victoria angrily: "Do you know that if the environment outside was not unsuitable for our survival, the whole world would have become the pasture of the Victoria family!"

Victoria looked at the old man quietly. After the old man had a fit, she spoke quietly, "A lot of things have happened recently. For example, in the Eastern Kingdom of Shenzhou, the people of the three ancient families appeared in the world."

The old man shuddered violently. He was silent for a moment and said slowly: "In the Dharma Ending Age, even if they appear in the world, their strength..." Victoria said softly: "Forget about the three ancient families. You know, they are subject to certain constraints, and the power they can mobilize is not very high. However, in addition to the three ancient families, the committee and the Pantheon from other worlds..."

The old man waved his hand impatiently: "Those alien races, of course I know them. You have already reported this matter to me a few years ago. Let's get to the point. What exactly happened?"

Victoria exhaled a breath, "Golden Immortal-level combat power. Right now, there are more than ten Golden Immortal-level combat powers fighting near our capital... Moreover, tens of thousands of the most advanced warships, the most advanced battleships that appeared out of thin air in a way that I cannot understand, are besieging our capital!"

The many male and female 'Wu Shen Riders' present all opened their mouths wide.

Jinxian!

Tens of thousands of battleships?

“Golden Immortal, huh?” The old man raised the meteor hammer in his hand and smashed it heavily on the ground. He said in a muffled voice: “Well, Golden Immortal… no, it should be said that the strength of the pure-blooded Great Wizard King… well, we are indeed not their opponents, so…”

The old man turned around and made way.

Victoria sighed softly, walked around the deep pit and came to a bronze totem pole.

The old man, and several other old men with extremely ancient and even somewhat decayed auras, followed closely behind Victoria. They came together under a totem pole and looked at a bronze coffin embedded under the totem pole, with the lid flush with the ground.

It is five meters high and two meters wide, and its surface is covered with intricate and gorgeous patterns with a hint of weirdness. It is inlaid with hundreds of thumb-sized blood-red gems, forming a small wizard formation.

Victoria didn't say much. She waved her hand, and a delicate ring with the emblem of the Ingish royal family flashed on her finger. A slender neck double-handled gold and ruby ​​water bottle was in her hand. She held up the water bottle, which was three feet high and one foot square, and tilted it downward. Suddenly, a stream of blood spurted out.

With a "hissing" sound, the essence and blood fell on the coffin like arrows, making a sharp sound of metal hitting metal, but not a single drop of blood was splashed. All the essence and blood was swallowed up by the coffin.

Complex patterns gradually lit up on the surface of the coffin. As Victoria injected more and more blood and essence, the sobbing moans of a young girl began to sound from within the coffin.

As soon as the graceful moan floated out, all the men present, including the old man who was the originator as Victoria called him, turned red in the face, their blood was boiling, their thoughts were running wild, and the essence in their bodies almost escaped from their pores.

Everyone retreated quickly.

The old man who was the forefather in the lead was chanting a secret spell, and the armor on his body was emitting a large patch of hazy witch light, which wrapped around the coffin and resisted the force of the terrible groaning sound.

Victoria controlled the water bottle and continuously injected huge amounts of blood and essence into it. In just a short while, the amount of blood and essence that spurted out of the water bottle was probably equivalent to the total amount of blood in the bodies of three thousand normal adults.

The essence and blood were still gushing out. Victoria knelt on the ground, formed seals with his hands, bowed down to the coffin, and muttered an ancient and mysterious spell, like the mumbling of countless insects in the depths of hell.

The next moment, the lid of the coffin suddenly opened, and a girl wearing a blood-red dress, who seemed to be only twelve or thirteen years old, with a fair and tender face, and a delicate and charming appearance, her eyes and lips emitting a bloody light, as if blood was about to splash out, and her long hair was a dark rose red, draped behind her like a waterfall, slowly flew out of the coffin.

The girl's scapula, wrists and elbows, knees and ankles, and most importantly, her spine, were all covered with curved hooks made of pure yang red copper and covered with barbs, piercing her bones.

Behind the curved hook was a metal chain as thick as a thumb, which tied her tightly inside the coffin.

The girl flew out of the coffin. Just when she flew more than ten feet away, the metal chain vibrated, sparks flew, and thunder roared in the coffin. Dense lightning wrapped in red flames whistled and struck the girl's body, making her howl miserably, with pain all over her pretty face.

Victoria looked at the old man who was the originator.

The old man pondered for a moment and took out a thin jade talisman the size of a palm from his belt.

Victoria also took out a jade talisman of the same design, but the pattern on its surface matched the yin-yang pattern of the jade talisman in the old man's hand. They both let go of their hands at the same time, and the jade talismans came together with a "clang", fitting perfectly together without a single gap left.

A flash of green light passed by, and the curved hooks on the girl's body broke apart and fell off her body.

The girl let out a long howl of joy. She suddenly raised her head, and her originally cherry-like mouth suddenly opened to the size of a basin, revealing a mouthful of snow-white fangs. She looked up to the sky and howled for a full cup of tea.

Inside the stone palace, thousands of 'Witch God Riders' with the blood of the Ingish royal family, including Victoria, wailed in unison, and large amounts of blood spurted out of their bodies, turning into blood mist and spraying out through their pores, which was swallowed by the girl.

In the blink of an eye, Victoria and the others lost more than 70% of their blood. If they did not have sufficient strength, the loss of blood in that instant would be enough to crush them to death on the spot.

The girl narrowed her eyes.

The blood essence she swallowed into her stomach, which was of the same bloodline, calmed the evil and fierce aura on her body. She closed her mouth and returned to the appearance of a very cute and beautiful girl. She covered her mouth and sneered at the old man: "Hey, isn't this Little Edward? Why, you have become Old Edward? Come, let your aunt take a good look at you. Why have you become so old?"

Victoria and a group of witch knights narrowed their eyes at the same time.

The ancestor, old fellow Edward, is a member of the Ingish royal family. He is the oldest monster who can be traced back in the classics. This guy, in the ancient times, at the end of that tribe, hundreds of thousands or millions of tribes, large and small, in the Western Continent annexed each other, and quickly stepped into the dark and chaotic period of the national era from the primitive tribal era. He swept away the powerful enemies around and established the Ingish Kingdom.

It was this old fellow who was the first to kneel before those terrifying, powerful beings from the East, allowing them to order him around and take whatever they wanted, becoming the most 'loyal' and 'honest' lackey of the Witch Palace!
And this girl in front of him, she actually claimed to be Edward's 'aunt'?
this……

Old Edward laughed dryly. He looked at the girl floating three feet above the ground and knelt down respectfully. "Aha, it's been many years since we last met, dear aunt. You haven't seen these little ones, have you? Here, this is Victoria, the contemporary queen of our Victoria family. Look, look, her eyebrows, eyes, and nose are just like what you imagined."

The girl spat on Old Edward's face, her tone becoming extremely cold and stern: "Shut up, damn it! Why did you wake me up? Why can't you let me decay here quietly until I am completely annihilated? Why did you wake me up? Why did you make me return to this desperate and painful world?"

The girl babbled on and on: "I don't want to live anymore, got it? I haven't wanted to live for many years."

"Since Wall-E died."

"Of course, we made a mistake at that time... Wall-E wanted to take me and escape from the Witch Palace... to a place where no one could find us and live our lives happily."

"But who could have thought? We were caught. Wall-E was executed, and I... I wanted to die, but I didn't die for many times... Why is it like this? Those terrible wizards, they gave me so many witchcraft potions, but I didn't die..."

The girl chuckled and looked at Victoria with great resentment: "So, what is the reason for waking me up?"

Victoria looked at the girl in awe: "There are witches. They threaten the existence of the Victoria family. We need your strength..."

The girl's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

She asked faintly, "A witch?"

"Tsk... They will definitely regret why they didn't destroy me back then... Hee, let me think, what number did they give me?"

"Blood Sea Rakshasa No. 9?"

"That's a disgusting name."

“But I love it so much!”

(End of this chapter)