RPAGF Chapter 243 Sacrifice
Chapter 243 Sacrifice
[I never imagined there would be so many demonic bloodlines in this western desert!]
[Desolate, uninhabited places are suitable for them to hide.]
Wow! This desert is really huge.
Ning Xiaoxi found no trace of the Nüba mask in this area recently, so she began to spread it to the next area, which was a thousand miles east and a thousand miles north and south.
After so many years of trials, the demonic bloodlines that have survived in this desert are very weak, and those that can truly become demons are even fewer. Those bloodlines have simply gained an extra opportunity.
While looking at the dots lit up on the map, someone chimed in, "It's like a carrot dangling in front of a donkey's eyes—it wants to eat it but can't, yet there's always a dream ahead."
The legacy passed down through bloodlines is far greater than a carrot.
【Found it!】 Ning Xiaoxi stood up and took a step forward. 【Even if it's a big radish, it can't grow without soil. No matter how big the radish is, it's just bait dangling in front of you.】
Before her was the ruins of a desert city. The city gate had collapsed, and the houses inside were reduced to ruins. Ning Xiaoxi was standing on the low wall remaining after the collapse of the city gate.
Looking around at the ruins, I saw a small town, about a thousand feet long and wide, with houses arranged in a reasonable manner and clear signs of streets. Each of the larger courtyards in the town had a well, but now these wells were filled only with yellow sand and dust.
The city slopes from north to south, with the highest point featuring the ruins of a palace whose rammed earth walls still hint at its former glory.
Stepping out, I landed on the ruins of the palace gate. The earthen wall beneath my feet was very hard; such a hard wall was not easily damaged.
Looking up from the city gate is a completely different experience than looking down from the palace. Just looking at the dense array of wells indicates that there was once abundant groundwater here, and the oasis must have been quite large. A city that could accommodate tens of thousands of people would definitely be considered a large city in the desert.
A half-moon hangs high in the sky, its light like water, pouring down upon this ruined city.
The area inside the left wall of the palace was already filled with yellow sand. When the wind blew, it swirled up the sand and scattered it in the courtyard inside the palace, piling it up into a sand mountain ten feet high.
The yellow sand was cleared away, revealing the bluestone ground. On the ground was a bronze door with deep sealing runes carved on the door panel. A deep knife mark cut across the door panel, destroying the runes.
Reaching out and pulling open the door, a blast of hot air hit me; the heat trapped underground was even more intense at night.
With a slight flip of his hands, Zhu Rong Tong Zi landed on the ground and ran down the stairs hand in hand.
Ning Xiaoxi followed the two boys down the steps.
The temperature rose higher as they walked, and the cheerful mood of Zhurong Tongzi infected Ning Xiaoxi, making her feel cheerful as well.
More than a hundred steps led straight to a spacious hall. Ning Xiaoxi stood on the stone path, looking at the deep ravines and the countless white bones within them, and fell silent.
Two ravines, each a hundred feet long, are connected by a stone path that leads directly to a platform where a coffin is placed.
Zhu Rong, the boy, had already walked across the stone path and stood beside the coffin.
Ning Xiaoxi stepped onto the stone path. A gust of hot wind blew by, carrying with it shrill screams, desperate cries, heart-wrenching pleas, and soaring rage.
My feet landed on the clear runes on the stone slab, my spiritual energy surged, and a flash of light and shadow swept past my eyes.
A young boy, wielding a cleaver, slashed at the neck of an elderly man. Blood splattered all over the boy, staining his body and eyes crimson. Boundless madness burned in his bloodshot eyes as he gritted his teeth and turned to strike at the woman who reached out to embrace him. Blood tears streamed from his eyes as the cleaver plunged into her chest, not deep, but the blood sprayed out, staining his tender face red.
A wood-chopping knife severed the child's neck from behind. Two indistinct lines of bloody tears streamed down his blood-stained face, and his head fell into the woman's arms. The woman clutched the head tightly as she fell to the ground, but she didn't forget to roll over, using her body, now with her spine exposed, to lie on the stone slab, protecting the head at her chest from falling to the ground.
The tall, burly man wielding a machete stepped through the blood-soaked ground, hacking at everyone who appeared before him. He couldn't tell if it was his own blood or someone else's, as it stained his hands so slippery that he could no longer grip the hilt. When he struck the head of a thin man in front of him again, his wet hands were unable to pull the machete out of its grip.
A wooden spear pierced through his body, striking his heart. The crazed old man passed through his body and threw himself on top of the thin man, shielding the already dying thin man from the falling cleavers and machetes.
In the ditch on the left, a pregnant woman huddled in a corner, desperately pulling several corpses to shield herself, but the baby that had slipped out of her body fell to the ground. The pitiful cry of the infant attracted two men with bloodshot eyes.
In the ravine on the right, there were no more old, weak, women and children; all that remained were tall and strong men, fiercely fighting each other, completely disregarding their own injuries, only to kill others, and in the end, they all perished together.
Blood stained the entire stone road; ripped-open bellies, limbs scattered everywhere, countless corpses, and deep ravines.
A deep, long crack severed the sealing runes, releasing the demon from the coffin.
Endless crimson flowed along the patterns on the stone slab to the platform, blocking the function of the sealing runes on the platform, dyeing the spiritual power within the runes red, and then flowing into the coffin.
When Ning Xiaoxi's feet landed on the platform, all the images disappeared, the blinding bloodstains vanished, and only the piles of white bones in the ravines in the empty hall remembered everything that happened that day.
Zhu Rong, the boy, circled the coffin, patting it with his little hands every now and then. One by one, his small handprints, still flaming, were imprinted on the coffin. The scorching flames were extinguished in an instant, leaving only charred handprints.
Tuanzi appeared in Ning Xiaoxi's arms and hugged her tightly with all its might.
Ning Xiaoxi hugged Tuanzi tightly, cradling it in one arm. She calmed her heavy heart. If the sealing runes had been broken by sacrificing the lives of the entire city, why was the coffin still there?
The coffin was filled with blood energy, which had not yet been fully absorbed.
Perhaps letting it escape wasn't the goal.
Ning Xiaoxi turned around, squatted down, and placed her hand on the broken mark that ran through the entire stone path. Tuanzi climbed onto her shoulder and looked at it with her.
The man, with his graceful figure, moved swiftly through the deep, cold underground. On the moss-covered stone walls, a sealing array of spiritual energy flickered with an eerie light, illuminating the entire hall. Layers of spiritual patterns swirled and coiled around the coffin, severing all communication between the inside and outside.
The man's black and red robe accentuated his majesty and nobility. He pierced through the spiritual energy barrier with a single sword strike, severed the sealing runes, and then turned and left.
Even through the images, one can still feel the captivating aura emanating from him.