Ember Skywalker

Chapter 77 The Fallen Infant
"What!" Everyone was moved.

No one doubted Monet's words.

As a sage who restores demons, his perception is far beyond that of others. If he says there is something, it must be there.

Rios's face suddenly looked extremely ugly.

"Let me take a look." Brahms drew out his sword and slashed at the ice.

The ice outside the body of the Galan Bird broke neatly. Brahms lifted its wings with his arm, revealing a curled wound on its abdomen.

He pried open the wound, reached his hand in, and quickly took out a few silver eggs the size of a human head, covered with a thin layer of blue flame.

The fuel fluctuations came from the egg.

"I see." Monet sighed.

"Master, do you know what's going on?" Raven asked curiously.

“Look at these eggs, there’s still blood on the tails, they must have been laid not long ago.

This Galan bird should have been giving birth, but unfortunately encountered an extreme nightmare ice storm.

It found itself powerless to protect its child, so it ripped open its abdomen and stuffed the child inside.

Look at the blue flame on the egg, that is the innate ice flame of the Galan bird.

It is a disaster for other lives, but it is the warmest protective shield for these eggs. "

Raven was surprised: "So, these eggs might still be alive?"

"Two of them are dead, but the remaining one is still alive. Does anyone want one?" Monet asked.

"Master, I want it." Rios spoke first.

Monica glared and said, "Raven found it first, so he should be given it."

Rios sneered: "Who said that? Master Monet discovered it, so he should distribute it."

"Stop arguing. Raven and I discovered it together, so Raven keeps three and you two get one each. That's it." Monet made the final decision.

Although Rios was dissatisfied, he didn't dare to say anything.

Suddenly, he had an idea and sneered.

Riven doesn't have a star ring, so look how he can hold so many eggs.

The Star Ring was an extremely rare item. As the heir to a wealthy family, he only had one, and it was not of high quality. How could this poor boy possibly own one?

As expected, Raven got a headache.

The three Kalan bird eggs were indeed a huge fortune, but the question was how to hold them?
It's icy and snowy here, and you can't let him carry the eggs all the time. Even if he is not tired, these eggs cannot withstand the cold.

As if seeing his predicament, Monet took out a star ring and said with a smile:

"This is what I used when I was young. Now I have a better one, so I'll give it to you."

"No, I can't take something so precious." Raven evaded.

"Just take it if you're told to!"

"Then...thank you, Master."

Monet's star ring is so much better than his own, it's a blessing in disguise for Raven.

Seeing this, Rios' eyes flashed with deep jealousy.

Raven rolled his eyes at him, took the star ring, and put the Galan bird egg into it.

The crowd continued on their way.

The statue of the Kalan bird stood alone in its original place, gradually being covered by the wind and snow.

In the next half month, the group experienced two more extreme nightmare storms and finally reached the end of the ice field.

Unfortunately, there is still no gain here.

But for Raven, the gains along the way were huge.

Monet taught him almost the entire demon restoration system!

Whether it is the selection, processing, and coating of materials, or the properties, combination, and magic restoration techniques of the burning array, almost every aspect is taught to you.

This is the accumulation of his life, and many of the methods and experiences are original and extremely valuable.

During this time, Raven had many doubts which were answered one by one, and he suddenly felt enlightened.

Raven had to admit that Monet was a better mentor than Faye.

Not a teacher, but a mentor.

In addition, Monet repeatedly explained and demonstrated the techniques of fuel fusion to him until he mastered it thoroughly.

Unfortunately, he didn't have enough energy, so he didn't dare to use it yet. In the extremely cold area north of the Holy Alliance, there was a vast white forest. This was a forbidden area that no race dared to set foot on - the White Nightmare Sea.

The White Nightmare Forest is known as the forest where leaves never fall. There are no other trees in it, only a giant tree called the White Nightmare.

The leaves of this tree are tough, broad, and full of vitality. Unless the tree dies, they will never fall.

This is because the White Nightmare's trunk stores a silver liquid called Moon Juice.

Moon juice contains abundant life force. Just a little bit of it can support the vitality of the entire tree and has miraculous healing effects.

Because it is so magical, countless adventurers covet it.

But no adventurer has been able to successfully bring the moon juice out of the White Nightmare Forest, because there lives a terrifying tribe called the Moon Spirits.

At their most powerful, they ruled the sky and land of Qinglan.

Outside a towering White Nightmare Tree Temple, the Moon-Worshipping Spiritual God, dressed in a sacrificial robe and with a dignified appearance, was pacing anxiously.

His expression was alternately excited and nervous.

Suddenly, a baby's cry was heard from inside the house.

"It's born!" he murmured. "May the God of Shadows protect me, and may it not be a fallen baby."

"what……"

Suddenly there was a scream of fear from inside the house.

Shenji's face turned pale.

He pushed the door open with trembling hands. On the bed in the middle, a beautiful female Moon Spirit was holding a Moon Spirit baby, trembling all over.

The baby had purple skin and black life veins, and looked around with dark, curious eyes, but his gaze was a little confused.

Ji Yue Ling closed his eyes in pain.

His skin is moon silver, and the life vein on his forehead is golden, representing nobility and the continuation of God's bloodline.

And what kind of vile thing is that with purple skin and black stripes?
"Halmansson."

As he finished speaking, a Moon Spirit dressed as a warrior walked in.

He had guessed something and kept his eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to look up at the baby.

"Master Shenji, what do you want me to do?"

"I, Stamitz, am the divine priest of my tribe, and my child cannot be a fallen baby!

Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

After saying that, he left without looking back.

The baby's crying suddenly stopped, and then a series of shrill screams came from behind...

In the center of the White Nightmare Forest, a towering tree stands tall.

The tree is so thick and sturdy that its white crown has already sunk into the clouds. It is at least a thousand meters high, and its coverage is immeasurable.

At the top of the tree canopy, two moon-worshipping spirits dressed in gorgeous clothes stood side by side, gazing at the vast sky and earth.

"Randy, I have a bad feeling about this southern expedition, but I don't know where it comes from."

"Father, have you seen some visions of the future?"

"It's just some random fragments. Ever since the Fallen Infant incident a thousand years ago, all successive God Emperors have lost their ability to predict the future, and even their connection with the God of Shadows has become blurred."

“Has God abandoned us?”

"We are the lost bloodline of the God of Shadows. How could she abandon us? It's just that this connection has been temporarily severed."

"Is the influence of the Fallen Infant so profound?"

"That's right. This is a clan secret. Now that you are about to come of age, I will tell you." The Emperor of Sacrifice said desolately:

"We, the Moon Sacrificers, possess the blood of God and are the true masters. We once ruled the entire world."

“By then, even the Chaos Dragons will have to bow down to us. As for the so-called super tribes like the Five-Colored Moon Spirits and the Titan Moon Spirits, humph, they are just our dependent tribes.

As for the intelligent people and humans, they are still wandering in the wilderness and are merely the targets of our hunting."

The Emperor of Sacrifice had a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

“Under the governance of the Divine Emperor and the Seven Divine Priests, my clan has ruled Qinglan for thousands of years.

That period of time was the great Moon Spirit Era, and it was also the most glorious era for our race.

If it hadn't been for that cataclysm, we might have continued to rule until now."

"Cataclysm?"

(End of this chapter)