Nightmare Light

Chapter 304 I'll come see you again tomorrow

"My last believer."

As he spoke, Lord Hongxiang stared intently at the mother and child. The fragments on his body were constantly disintegrating, and some parts of his body had even completely shattered, exposing his bones.

But He seemed completely indifferent to all of this, only looking at the dead mother and the sleeping little boy.

Ten seconds later.

“Let’s do it here.” Hong Xiangye looked around and smiled. “It’s not a bad burial site.”

He let out a long breath and sat down cross-legged in the storeroom.

"More than three hundred years ago... or even earlier? I can't remember exactly, but in any case, I hid in this little world to escape Yuan Sheng and his subordinates."

"Then, I met this group of mortals who called themselves the 'Cult of Blood'... However, although I am the Blood Lord, and they call themselves the Cult of Blood, they do not worship me—they use this name because they are searching for a way to redeem the world with blood."

“When I saw that these mortals shared the same goal as me, I agreed to help them—before that, my followers and I had devised a purification ritual…”

Lin Wang nodded and said to Him, "In the dream world, I saw a city called 'Red City'..."

He told Hong Xiangye what had happened in Hongcheng, including the priest named "Lu".

“Oh, so it was you that day…no wonder.” Lord Hongxiang nodded. “In that case, I owe you another favor…you saved my priests, they are all very good and responsible children.”

He sighed and continued, “These mortals believe that the simple purification ritual I designed in the Red City can be improved and a purification technology that can truly save the world can be developed.”

"This is the starting point for all subsequent technologies of the Blood Cult."

He looked at the mother and child on the ground, remained silent for a while, and then said, "Later... these mortals did something great."

"They obtained a book containing almost all knowledge, including the weaknesses of many immortals and gods. These mortals used the knowledge in the book to capture a large number of immortals."

At this point, Master Hongxiang paused.

Everyone present held their breath.

However, Lin Wang, Cang, and Qunshan Jun knew something about this, so their expressions didn't change much (Cang originally had no expression).

"What is the purpose of the Blood Cult in capturing these immortals?" Lin Wang asked.

Cang looked up at the cultist in the middle and smiled: "They told me that they captured immortals in order to study the secrets of the resistance in the blood of immortals and gods... But I know they are lying to me."

"Their true purpose... is to create a new god that is pure and unpolluted."

The middle-aged cult member's expression changed.

Hong Xiangye continued, "I don't care about their motives, because I'm using them too... Ah, I'm getting off topic."

"I'm sorry, my thoughts are always a bit muddled when I'm dying." He gave an apologetic smile, his gaze returning to the mother and child.

"The Blood Cult... although most of its members are cultists, there are also ordinary people among them."

The dying Hong Xiangye was lost in his memories.

……

The twenty-seventh day of the experiment.

At that time, He had already introduced enough pollution into His body, but the purification ritual could only cleanse a very limited amount—He was gradually falling into chaos and madness, and the time He was conscious each day was decreasing little by little.

He knew that his days were numbered.

In his final moments of lucidity, He made some arrangements—including imposing measures on some mortals to prevent them from being contaminated by blood, and also…

It increases the speed at which pollutants are introduced into one's body.

Day 28.

The time I'm lucid is getting shorter and shorter.

For most of the day, He struggles against the corruption and madness within His body. Every moment, hundreds of crazy and cruel ideas surge into His consciousness, only to be forcibly suppressed by Him in the next instant.

If it weren't for the prayer ritual deep within His consciousness, which was constantly purifying the pollution within Him at an extremely slow pace, He probably wouldn't have been able to hold on much longer. The twenty-ninth day.

Can't stand it anymore.

At this moment, Hong Xiangye had almost only this thought in his mind. Terrifying blood lines had begun to appear on the surface of his body—a sign that the concentration of pollution in his body was too high and was overflowing.

Just as He was about to fall completely into darkness, He heard a voice.

"Hello, are you a deity?"

This voice pulled Hong Xiangye, who was on the verge of losing control, back to reality.

He opened his eyes and saw a mother and child in front of him.

The one speaking was the little boy in the mother and child pair—just an ordinary, dirty little boy.

But Hong Xiangye remembered very clearly that the child had a pair of extremely bright eyes.

Seeing that Hong Xiangye was looking at him, the child was not afraid at all. Instead, he showed a very happy expression and asked again, "You are so tall! Are you a god?"

He stood on tiptoe and handed the thing in his hand to Master Hongxiang: "Here, have this!"

It was a lollipop with one corner already bitten off.

But the child, as if sharing the most precious food with a good friend, tiptoed and handed the lollipop to Grandpa Hongxiang.

Hong Xiangye remained silent for a while, not taking the lollipop, but nodding with great difficulty: "...Yes, I...am a god."

"Hello, Grandpa Fairy!" The child was even happier.

The child's mother smiled apologetically at the Red Immortal, bowed respectfully to Him, and then led her child away, saying, "Don't disturb the Immortal Grandpa..."

"But I want to play with Him for a while longer!" the little boy muttered, pouting, but still waved respectfully to Hong Xiangye.

He placed the lollipop at Hongxiangye's feet, bowed deeply to him, and followed his mother away.

"Grandpa Immortal, I'll come see you again tomorrow!"

Hong Xiangye was silent for a while, then picked up the lollipop with a bitten corner off from the ground and looked at it for a few seconds.

He carefully placed it into his earthenware jar.

"...Tomorrow?"

Then I'll hold out until tomorrow.

The mother and daughter returned the next day as expected.

During the conversation, it was learned that the mother and son were villagers from a village on the surface. The Blood Cult had forcibly taken them to an underground base to prevent them from revealing secrets and forbade them to leave.

The little boy, who had an ordinary appearance but bright eyes, brought Him his treasures every day—a small storybook or a small windmill…

Then, every day when he left, he would excitedly say to Him:

"Grandpa Immortal! I'll come see you again tomorrow!"

I'll come see you again tomorrow!

"tomorrow……"

And so He persisted for a long time, amidst the cheerful tone of a small “believer” or “friend.”

I persevered through one challenge after another...

tomorrow.

But during this process, the child's mother grew thinner and thinner day by day.

(End of this chapter)