Chapter 13 The Desecrated Ceremony
Five Days Later
The young drow wizard Santila Pumor returned.
She wore dusty magic elf boots, tight leather pants, a silk top, and a dim chain mail vest. Her thin body was wrapped in a drow magic dress stained with dust and dried blood. cloak.
In front of everyone present, she raised her head proudly, lifted her hood cleanly, and flicked away her long snow-white hair.
Although her fresh and beautiful face was haggard, her sky-blue eyes that shone like stars were filled with contentment.
Soon, almost all the members of the Tuckers family were summoned and gathered together in the temple of Spider Queen Rose, waiting for the coming of age ceremony that was about to begin.
This is a must.
Even if this were not the case, most people would not miss the thrill of witnessing the horrific corpses of prey and reliving the hunting and pride of the drow themselves.
Because such a solemn moment can impressively remind everyone present what a true drow is.
In the darkest midnight hours of Ancient Orens, the oldest drow city.
Amidst the surprised, puzzled, and disbelieving scarlet eyes of countless drow elves, Santila walked leisurely to the center of the temple, facing everyone.
Behind her, on the most eye-catching altar in the temple, a huge magical illusion endlessly changed between a giant black spider and a beautiful drow woman.
The young drow wizard stood on the high platform, and his blue eyes, which were extremely unusual and rare among the drow race, first fell on his older wizard mentor.
Santilla's cold and unfathomable sharp gaze shined directly into Jonara's red pupils.
Her eyes were full of unruffled strength and deadly murderous intent, which was intimidating.
In the end, the older wizard was defeated in the silent confrontation and looked away uncomfortably.
Santilla bowed deeply to her mentor and put her hands into the space pocket on her waist.
She took out a small pure black bottle and raised it high to signal to everyone.
This is the equipment that every young drow who participates in the blood sacrifice ceremony must carry: the bottle of capture.
Its purpose is to bring back the intact corpses of the prey it slaughtered and sacrifice them to the Spider Queen Rose.
The crowd was whispering, buzzing like a beehive.
"You really surprise me, child." Jonara pretended to be calm and said coldly, "You are indeed worthy of your talent and my hard work."
" From today on, I am no longer a child."
Santila reminded her, a cold smile crept onto her pretty face, "I will repay you for your extra care. Cultivation, my dear mentor”
With the fastest movement in her life, she suddenly dropped the capture bottle in her hand to Jonara's feet.
In everyone's eyes, this was Santila's demonstration of the rite of passage to her magical mentor.
This moment.
The entire crowd watching in the shrine subconsciously held their breath, kept quiet, and concentrated on witnessing the birth moment of a truly outstanding person.
The pure black crystal bottle was smashed to pieces, and black smoke that looked like substance exploded.
The clear and sweet sound echoed in the silent temple for a long time.
As the smoke dissipated, Jonara stood there in shock.
Because the person standing in front of this old drow wizard was the battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr.
He was actually alive and well, with the purest hatred and anger shining in his deep eyes.
The most incredible thing is that he holds a dagger that exudes the luster of mithril.
The handle of this dagger is a spider. The spider's eight legs extend forward and finally come together to form its piercing edge like a phantom.
The terrifying magical light seems to be responding to the spider phantom above the temple, shining continuously, like thousands of daggers, stinging the eyes of most drow elves.
Brian's expression turned cold, and with lightning speed, he held a dagger and attacked.
The dazzling mithril edge continuously broke through the triple magic barrier of the drow wizard's robe and stabbed into her heart like a razor.
“No!!!”
The sharp pain of tearing came, and Jonara screamed, but everything was irreversible.
The eight sharp long legs of the magic dagger firmly grasped her heart, tightened suddenly, and crushed it mercilessly as Brian tore it apart.
The dagger inserted in the chest completed its mission, turned into a silver luster, and disappeared.
The drow wizard wanted to speak, to cast healing spells or magic on herself, but only blood continued to overflow from her mouth.
As the magic dagger disappeared without a trace like ice and snow, the blood in Jonara's chest spurted out from the shocking wound like a horse.
"Ah!!!"
Before her death, the drow wizard Jonara Tux let out a wail that put even the banshee to shame.
Then she used the last bit of strength in her life to fight back.
The speed is no less than the desperate fight of any violent warrior.
A mixture of pain, despair, and rage fueled the power of wild magic, sending it thundering through the trembling stone chamber.
Feeling the violent energy rushing in with the force of thunder, Brian looked stern.
He stood firm, mobilized all the arcane energy and psychic points in his body, raised his hands, crossed his wrists, palms outward, and a thick defensive force field instantly emerged.
“Bang!”
The surging energy was like a majestic thunder, hitting the crumbling magic barrier.
After only holding on for a moment, Brian's protective force field exploded with a crisp crackling sound.
His vulnerable body passed through the temple like a sharp arrow and hit the stone wall hard. With a series of clicking sounds, he slid from the wall to the ground like a broken doll.
The dying drow wizard took his last breath and fell on his back, the red light in his eyes slowly extinguishing.
At the same time.
Brian just fell to the ground on the other side, holding back the blood pouring from his mouth, struggling to support the ground with his hands, leaning weakly against the wall, his completely collapsed chest rising and falling weakly.
However, when he noticed the prompt from the system, a glimmer of light appeared in his dim eyes.
The target is dead!
Extract the target’s soul energy!
Gain experience points: 10,000 points!
......
This scene without warning caused the entire temple to erupt in screams of horror and joy.
A group of drow priests rushed to Jonara's body and surrounded her, chanting healing spells in vain.
Of course Brian is not treated so well. He was greeted by a group of drow soldiers with vicious sneers.
“Bang!”
Just when a drow soldier was about to slash at Brian with his sword, a powerful lightning beam came, and it was unlucky for him to take the lead. The drow was blown into bloody pieces.
"Get out of here!"
The young drow wizard Santila Pumore stood in front of Brian and shouted with murderous intent. She exuded an aura as if she was the head of the family. mother.
Her long hair was disheveled and her eyes were as cold as ice.
As the drow cloak flapped in the wind, a radiant fireball pulsating with bursts of energy leapt out from her palm.
Looking at the murderous Santila and the burst of magical energy around her, the drow soldiers who rushed forward looked at each other and retreated one after another.
Seeing the scene happening in front of her, the mistress of the Tax family sat in front of the throne. From the beginning to the end, she had an expression of indifference and gloating on her face.
“Blasphemy!”
The screams of Marina, the guardian of the temple, tore through the din of the hall.
She rushed out of the crowd, raised her hand tremblingly, pointed at the young drow wizard, and roared angrily:
"The ceremony of the God Queen was desecrated by Santila ! According to Lolth's law, the blasphemer must be executed immediately!"
"I don't think so."
Santila shifted her gaze and said coldly, "What the Queen of Gods needs is a sacrifice. Whether it is a hunter or a prey, I just choose my own way and offer the most impressive sacrifice." A profound sacrifice.”
There was a moment of silence in the room, and the air seemed to freeze for an instant.
"Giggle"
After some time, a strange laughter broke the silence.
Elisabetta, the matron of the Tux family, laughed in a creepy way.
Wearing a black robe with a spider web embroidered with silver threads, she sat on the throne coldly and cunningly, like a vicious spider squatting in the center of the spider web to listen to politics.
Her laughter is certainly terrifying, but her scarlet eyes contain real happiness.
“But if you do not offer the sacrifices promised in advance, it will only anger the great Queen of Gods. Lolth’s laws must be implemented to punish the blasphemers of the ceremony! Appease the anger of the Queen of Gods!”
< br>Marina, the guardian of the shrine, argued angrily: "She broke the traditional rules and customs!"
"The blood sacrifice has been completed. Goddess Rose is very satisfied with this sacrifice." Mother Elisabetta, who was sitting on the throne, interrupted Marina's insistence imperiously and declared to everyone:
"Blood Sacrifice" The main purpose is to make the young tribesmen become real drow elves, and their cunning minds and hands stained with blood can prove this."
She directly ignored the angry guardian of the temple. He turned to Santila and praised:
"Well done! In the name of the first family of Ancient Orens City, I declare that you are a real drow, the princess of the Taxi family, The respectable daughter of the Spider Goddess!”
Mother Elizabeth stood up from the throne, raised her hands high, and blessed:
"Santila Tux, from this day on, leave your childhood behind and rejoice in the innate, joyful power of darkness!"
Young Zhuo The wizard calmly accepted the blood sacrifice's congratulations.
This time, she no longer bowed deeply, but nodded slightly.
Because she is no longer a child, as a noble woman of the first family, her noble status means that she does not need to bow to any low-level drow.
After all, this ceremony not only marks the end of her childhood, but also means that she will be fully accepted by the First Family.
She looked back at Brian who was sitting against the wall, and seeing his encouraging eyes, she took a deep breath and walked across the altar to Jonara's body.
A group of onlooking priests gave way.
She leaned down and looked at her former mentor with complicated eyes.
She slowly gathered all the magic items in her body, as well as a bottle of antidote hidden in her bra.
Then, under some ignorant impulse, she touched the blood gurgling from the corpse's chest with her hands on a whim, until her hands were soaked with blood.
Then, she stood up suddenly, turned to the matron of the family who was watching her, and showed her her hands covered in Jonara's blood.
"The blood sacrifice is completed. I am no longer a child, but a real drow." She declared coldly, with the purest hatred and challenge in her eyes.
I don’t know why.
When the young drow wizard said these words, she suddenly felt an indescribable sadness hitting her heart.
Before she had time to marvel at this strange feeling, she disappeared quietly again.
In the society of drow elves, what tortures people is never the fear of darkness, but the soul struggling to pursue light, she thought sadly.
From now on.
She is no longer pure and innocent, and with it comes pride and strength, betrayal and conspiracy, survival and victory - all these things she must accept.
A long, uncomfortable silence filled Lolth's shrine.
Because the meaning of Santila's behavior has long gone beyond the limits of traditional etiquette, in the strict hierarchical drow society, this is simply a deviant approach.
"Very good."
Mother Elisabetta nodded gloomily, pondered for a moment, and said:
"Your sophisticated, complex and scheming methods not only follow the literal requirements. You have completed the blood sacrifice and embodied its essence, and for this you have brought glory to yourself.
Jonara's death is just a matter of course, and using your prey as a tool of your revenge is. It's a clever twist
But in the end you wash your hands with your opponent's blood, which is a stroke of genius!
You let her fall into your own conspiracy, and then declared your victory in a bloody way. Santila, you are indeed a born drow. "
"Thank you for the compliment. "Santilla replied gloomily and walked towards Brian. The drow soldiers gave way one after another.
"But! "Mother Elizabeth's tone suddenly worsened and became cold and vicious.
"The prey is the prey after all, and his duty is to serve as a sacrifice to the God Queen. Failure to offer the sacrifices we promised will bring greater disaster. An inferior race who killed the devout God Queen must pay the price for his actions. "
"Do you know what to do? "She asked in a tone that left no room for doubt.
Mother Elizabeth's elite guards surrounded Brian.
"I know what to do."
Santilla looked at Brian with soft eyes and she whispered, "Spider's Kiss."
"Very good , it seems that you have considered it very comprehensively."
Mother Elizabeth nodded with satisfaction, "There is always something worth sacrificing. Only those who have experienced the 'Spider' can treat the injuries of this inferior race. Kiss', your body and soul are the true drow."
(End of this chapter)