Volume 4, Chapter 87 – A Certain Ancestor Gets Crunched

“What? One of the Executioners was eliminated?!”

After hearing his subordinate’s words, Duan’s expression suddenly changed drastically.

Isabelle’s Executioners were all elites among the Divine Departure Realm, their strength not to be underestimated.

Such an Executioner was actually killed by those elves?

What kind of joke was this?!

Duan obviously couldn’t accept this explanation.

But when Duan wanted to continue scolding his subordinate for talking nonsense, he noticed the serious and uneasy expression on his subordinate’s face.

That was genuine anxiety, absolutely no falsehood.

This guy

Wasn’t lying…

After realizing this point, Duan’s expression became extremely grave. After releasing the other’s collar, Duan sternly questioned:

“What exactly happened? What’s the current situation?”

“We don’t know what’s wrong with those elves either, why they suddenly became so strong. Right, right now… those elves have already captured the Nether Palace’s central control room, and then ran to the teleportation chamber.”

“Teleportation chamber?”

Duan raised an eyebrow.

“Are they trying to use the teleportation arrays to escape?”

However, Duan’s judgment was immediately denied.

“No, those elves didn’t flee! Instead, they directly destroyed the Nether Palace’s four teleportation systems,” his subordinate hastily added.

“Not escaping themselves? But destroying the systems instead?”

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Duan frowned tightly.

Vaguely, this Fifth Ancestor sensed something ominous.

At this moment, Duan fell into silence.

While Duan was silently pondering, Visarion on the side showed a disdainful expression.

Having his elf hunt interrupted halfway to come greet guests had already displeased him, and now hearing that those prey actually dared to riot on House Solrog territory?

Visarion couldn’t help but emit a sinister killing intent.

Though one had to say, worthy of the once-strongest race, the elves?

Although they looked weak and frail, they still harbored some trump cards? To actually be able to kill an Executioner.

Heh heh,

Somewhat interesting, now this was more like it~

“Just rebelling elves, it’s not like the Ancient Fae have been resurrected. Is there any need to be so panicked? I’ll take care of those guys. Alien races don’t deserve to run wild on our territory. Trash should have the awareness of being trash.”

Saying this, Visarion raised his left hand, and blood instantly condensed and gathered on his five fingers, forming terrifying crystalline claws.

However,

Just as Visarion was about to leave Sacred Spirit Hall, this Seventh Ancestor of House Solrog suddenly turned his gaze toward the Terran Malevolence who had just been purified by the Heart of the World’s power not far away. Looking at her swan-like neck as white as jade, Visarion couldn’t help but lick his lips playfully.

“She was unstable before, so I wasn’t allowed to mess around. But now she should be stable, right?”

Visarion had been coveting Gaia Lobir’s blood for a long time.

Due to the influence of his own Mystic Art ‘Blood Curse,’ Visarion could burst forth with amazing combat power and unimaginable vitality in battle, but as a price, his craving for fresh blood and souls far exceeded that of his colleagues.

This primitive impulse always caused Visarion endless pain.

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To prevent himself from losing his sanity because of this, Visarion always tried his utmost to suppress this impulse.

And the most direct way to suppress this impulse was to drink the blood of the strong—the stronger the target, the better the effect. For this reason, Visarion had always been staring at Gaia Lobir’s neck.

After all,

In this Seventh Ancestor’s eyes, if he could drink Gaia Lobir’s blood containing overwhelming energy, he would not only gain powerful energy but could also successfully suppress his impulses.

Additionally,

“If I can drink the Terran Malevolence’s blood? I should become the first person in history to do so, right? Heh heh…”

Saying this,

Visarion revealed a cruel smile and walked directly behind the blue-haired girl.

Gazing at her neck, Visarion slowly opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of sinister black fangs.

— “Well then, I’ll begin~” —

…

Almost at the moment Visarion acted, Duan, who had been silent for a moment, suddenly contracted his pupils.

He was certain that the elves he had captured back then had no trump cards whatsoever. If they really had trump cards capable of dealing with Divine Departure Realm experts, they would have used them from the beginning.

Their sudden increase in strength must be due to external forces!

Thinking carefully about it,

Evil god power…

Because the power and resentment accumulated by the alien races back then was too strong, it was ultimately divided into three parts.

And the part of resentment belonging to the elf race was concentrated in Gaia Lobir!

The Terran Malevolence and the elf race were of the same origin.

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That meant those elves’ power… might come from the Terran Malevolence?!!

Could it be?!

— “This is bad!!” —

The moment he realized this, Duan’s heart suddenly stopped. The next moment, this Fifth Ancestor suddenly raised his head and glared toward the blue-haired girl’s position.

“Visarion!!! You idiot!!! Don’t mess around!!!”

Unfortunately,

Duan’s shout came too late. Just as his words left his mouth…

“Crack!! Splash splash…”

Accompanied by the cruel sound of a beast tearing flesh and blood, fresh blood suddenly splattered everywhere.

The two Executioners responsible for guarding Isabelle, being closest, were the first to be splashed with blood. In an instant, both Executioners couldn’t help but show disgusted expressions.

Obviously,

The Seventh Ancestor’s crude behavior of biting off people’s necks and frantically drinking blood at the drop of a hat also made them feel displeased.

— “This guy Visarion, can’t he be a bit more elegant?! He’s really disgracing the Ancestors! Lord Isabelle is still watching!” —

The next moment,

Both Executioners simultaneously glared viciously behind them, seemingly wanting to express their dissatisfaction to Visarion through their gazes.

However, the moment they turned their heads, both Executioners froze in place, the shock in their pupils unmistakable.

In fact, not just the two Executioners—including Isabelle and Duan… almost everyone looking in this direction showed expressions of astonishment.

“Wha, what?”

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At this moment,

Fresh blood splattered.

But the splattered blood didn’t belong to the Terran Malevolence, but to Seventh Ancestor Visarion. At this time, the golden energy chains that had bound Gaia Lobir had somehow been torn into fragments, scattered all over the ground.

The sleeping evil god opened her eyes, gazing with cold eyes at Visarion who had tried to drink her blood.

Visarion’s feet were pierced through by countless black thorns emerging from underground, while his upper body was bitten by a giant man-eating flower constructed from black liquid and directly torn away.

“Crunch crunch crunch…”

Under everyone’s dumbfounded and terrified gazes, the man-eating flower used its countless blade-like sharp teeth to continuously chew Visarion’s upper body, and like a juicer, expelled this Ancestor’s flesh and blood from the cavity behind his head, creating a rain of blood and flesh throughout the sky.

“Lord Duan!! What’s happening?!!!”

While drawing their weapons and taking defensive stances, the two Executioners looked toward Duan with extreme anxiety.

They couldn’t understand why the evil god, who should have been well controlled, suddenly acted and even devoured the Seventh Ancestor in one bite.

Faced with this question, Duan didn’t answer either, but with an ashen face, stared fixedly at the blue-haired girl’s blood-stained, rather bewitchingly beautiful face.

At this moment, Duan was certain of the uneasy suspicion in his heart.

Clenching his fists, Duan coldly voiced his question.

“You, you, you… were you pretending all along?!”

Upon hearing this question, Bai Lianyue tilted her head and glanced at the purple-haired man with the look one gives an idiot.

The next moment,

Under everyone’s tense gazes, the evil god miss smiled sweetly and playfully opened her cherry-like small mouth:

“If I didn’t do that, how else could I trick you cowardly turtles into bringing me inside??”