Chapter 281 The Memories of Lord Blood Spider, a Visitor from the Soul Realm
The Mirror Spirit claims to be able to spy on the memories of others, but this ability must have certain limitations.
Yeats speculated that only the Blood Spider, who had been with the Mirror Spirit for a long time, could have her memories stored in the mirror by the Mirror Spirit.
Mirror Spirit used the memory of Blood Spider as bait to attract Yeats to stop and watch, and at the same time tried to invade his soul realm while he was relaxed and careless.
The reason why Yeats pretended not to notice it was that he really wanted to find clues through the memory of the Blood Spider.
Secondly, if you dare to invade your own soul realm... the mistletoe that once killed the God of Light will teach the Mirror Spirit what surprise is.
At this moment, Yeats's consciousness was completely sucked into the mirror, and the surrounding environment changed.
Yeats was quite calm and began to observe the memory of the Blood Spider from the perspective of a bystander.
A quaint room, the furnishings in the room are full of classical charm, but the windows are sealed, only a little weak light penetrates in, and the dust is stirring in the dim light.
A girl as white and delicate as a porcelain doll, as beautiful as if she were carved from alabaster, with dark and bright eyes open, wearing a red dress, stood quietly opposite the window, motionless. Staring at Yeats.
Yeats was a little surprised, thinking that the other party could see him, but when he looked carefully, he found that the little girl was staring at the sealed window behind him in a daze.
Yeats paced back and forth around the little girl, waving in front of her eyes, but the little girl was still distracted.
"It seems that I can't interact with this memory." Yeats thought to himself, "It's just that this little girl... could it be that she was the Blood Spider's child?"
Yeats After careful inspection, I found that although the little girl's eyebrows were very different from Lee Matilda's, the aura about her body was exactly the same.
The little girl tentatively stretched out her hand to touch the glimmer of light that filtered through the crack in the window. But the moment her fingers touched the glimmer, her skin was left with eye-catching marks as if burned by flames. of scars.
As if she was used to it, she sucked her fingers silently and looked at the window in a daze. There was confusion, confusion, and a trace of desire in those ignorant eyes.
Yeats was thoughtful.
The Blood Spider Lord is a remnant of the blood race from birth, with the blood of the ancient blood race flowing through him.
She is different from those acquired vampires who were transformed through "Scarlet Syndrome". From the moment she was born, it was her destiny to make a living by sucking blood.
Her parents may be human, and she may live no different from normal people for several years, but the genes of the ancient vampires will remain dormant in her bloodline until the bloodline awakens. , is the day of transformation into a vampire.
The first vampire in history was cursed because he was jealous of his brothers and committed the crime of killing his relatives.
This ancient bloodline is no different from a curse.
At this time, the door was opened.
A tired-looking man walked in.
Wearing a windbreaker, he put one hand into his inner pocket. When he saw the girl, his eyes revealed a hint of tenderness. Then he slowly took out a bottle of water bag from his arms, unscrewed the cork and poured it into the copper basin. Soon, the copper basin was filled with plasma.
Yeats could still tell the difference between pig blood and human blood. The blood in the basin was just pig blood, but the girl seemed like a hungry man whose eyes lit up when he saw the bread.
Soon, the girl sat upright at a wooden table. The man placed a copper basin filled with blood in front of her and said softly: "Eat slowly..."
The girl feasted so much that her mouth was soon covered with blood.
The man carefully wiped the stains from the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.
The girl whispered: "Dad, when can I leave here?"
The man responded in silence, his fingers holding the handkerchief trembling slightly.
The girl clasped her fingers with fascination on her face.
“I want to catch pigeons in the square, swing on the swing with my choir friends, and blow dandelions in the fields. I also want to...”
The man’s eyes flashed Overlooking the pain, she smiled reluctantly and said:
"Wait a little longer...Matilda, when your illness is cured...Dad will take you to fulfill your wish."
The girl seemed to still want to ask questions, blinked her talking eyes, and finally smiled sweetly: "Okay."
The man stroked the girl's hair and noticed that the girl's palms were covered with burn marks and blisters. , heartbroken:
"Ma Tilda, what happened to your hands?”
The girl hid her hands behind her back as if she was ashamed, and jumped off the seat, saying:
“Oh, by the way. Dad, I have a gift for you!”
As she said that, the girl opened the closet, carefully took out an injured pigeon from the closet, and said with a silly smile: "This stupid injured pigeon flew into the room for some reason. I saved it... Send it now..." Here it is, Dad, thank you for all your efforts in treating my illness.”
The man’s eyes suddenly turned red, and he looked at Yeats, or to be precise, at the window behind Yeats. He murmured: "The windows here are all sealed... How did the pigeons fly in?"
The girl scratched her head and said: "I don't know... maybe, this is a miracle!"
“You have to take good care of the pigeon, Matilda.”
The man’s eyes were flashing with tears and he said with a smile: “As long as there is a miracle, there is hope that your disease can be cured. ! ”
The screen instantly faded to black.
In the room, the man has disappeared.
The girl seemed to have grown taller. She was sitting sickly on the chair next to the desk, feebly writing in her diary.
Then, the girl stood up, looked at the pigeons in the birdcage, and swallowed dryly.
Taking this opportunity, Yeats looked through his diary.
"On March 14, there has been no news from my father for two days. I am so worried about him. I don't know what happened to him."
"On March 15, is my father okay? I am dizzy now. I'm so hungry that I don't want to talk. "Father, where are you?"
"On March 16, as long as I fall asleep, will I not be hungry? I'm so hungry..."
Screen Change again.
The wind was howling outside the window, and the strong wind kept shaking the windows.
The girl curled up on the bed, wrapping herself in a sheet, as if shivering.
The moment she lifted the sheet off, Yeats could clearly see that the corners of her mouth were still bright red, she was holding a dead pigeon in her hand, and the bed was full of bright red.
Hidden in the godless eyes are pain, guilt and a hint of relief.
Bang! Bang!
“Hurry up, open the door quickly!”
"You are harboring vampires here, open the door quickly!"
"If you don't open the door, we will light it on fire!"
There was a violent knock on the door outside the room, but the girl remained motionless on the bed. .
She raised her face with messy hair and looked out the window. The fire began to burn, and the flames ignited through the cracks in the window. In just a few moments, the room was reduced to a sea of flames.
Bang!
The door was violently kicked open.
A group of guards broke in, led by a black monk holding a scripture.
"Ha, the vampires are indeed here!"
"That man refused to reveal the whereabouts of this house until he died, which cost us a lot of hard work!"< br>
“This is the vampire that the man is protecting, catch her quickly!”
The girl was struck by lightning.
Two lines of clear tears rolled silently down her cheeks, blurring the corners of her blood-stained mouth.
The camera switches again.
The girl stood in front of a burning house.
Her complexion looked much better, but it seemed as if something precious had disappeared from her body.
Yeats's eyes moved slightly.
If the Blood Spider's father was still there, it might have been a different ending.
As if hearing Yeats's heartfelt voice, the girl turned her head coldly, stared at Yeats, and said indifferently:
"I am hopeless, why did you come to me? What?"
Yeats opened his mouth, and another voice answered from behind him. Looking back, it turned out to be a parchment scroll, like a contract document, floating in the air, making an indistinguishable voice:
“Don’t you want revenge?”
“Revenge?” The girl smiled self-deprecatingly, “Revenge to whom?”
“I can’t let you take revenge on this. See the sunshine of the country to take revenge."
The parchment seems to have a magical power: "Revenge against this unfair world!"
The girl's slender body swayed and she murmured:
"It's not fair...yes...it's very unfair..."
With her back to the burning sea of fire, the girl walked away in despair. All that remained was her husky whisper.
"I want to build a country... where vampires can see the sun..."
At this point, the screen disappears.
The surroundings were completely plunged into darkness.
Yeats stood in the empty darkness, rubbing his chin.
"No wonder Lord Blood Spider has such a deep obsession with restoring the country..."
Yeats realized something in his heart and said in deep thought:
"But, that memory appeared What are the parchments? ”
"Could it have anything to do with the Apostle of Vengeance?"
Yeats secretly speculated: "Maybe... the form of the Apostle of Vengeance is a book?"
In any case, this spying trip The memory of the Blood Spider Master is also very fruitful.
Now, Yeats is even confident that he can use illusion to control the Blood Spider Lord, thereby creating a decisive opportunity for victory!
As long as you grasp the weakness of people's hearts, even the Sixth Ring Master will be immersed in illusion!
At this time.
The surrounding environment has changed again.
This time, the environment became quite familiar, it was Yeats’s soul realm!
Yeats’ soul floats on the water of soul.
All kinds of divinities have become active due to the arrival of Yeats.
The divinity of the Wild Hunt is evolving into the form of a wild wolf, and is currently just a dark hound. Upon seeing Yeats's soul, the Wild Hunt divinity rushes forward and hovers around him with joy.
On the other side.
The divinity of moonlight and the divinity of night are still at war with each other, and the divinity of magic mediates between them.
However, the effect of the magic divinity in dissuading the conflict is minimal. The impact caused by the battle between the two divinities makes the tree of life continue to shake!
Yeats was in a complicated mood.
Fortunately, there was a panel nearby. If it had been anyone else, they would have died eight hundred times due to divine conflict!
At the same time.
The God of Mist is watching from the sidelines.
This divinity derived from Daisy loves to join in the fun. Whenever there is a war between the moonlight and the dark night, it will definitely cheer!
There is also a legendary aura that is not divinity, but is better than divinity——
The Silver Mistle Sword, a legendary weapon comparable to the Holy Spear of Longinus and the Spear of Gangnir, is rooted in the Tree of Life in the form of mistletoe.
It is inconspicuous and difficult to detect, but its breath is extremely sharp.
This is Yeats's biggest trump card at present. If the light divinity inside it is consumed, even Yeats, the master of six rings, can be killed!
However, the God of Light has fallen, and the divinity of light in the Sword of Silver is diminished every time it is used. Unless it is absolutely necessary, Yeats will not use the Sword of Silver to liberate his true name.
The Holy Domain level [Domain] is essentially the manifestation of the Soul Domain.
Yeats admired the divinity in the soul realm and nodded with satisfaction. He couldn't help but look forward to what kind of realm he would create when he achieved the holy realm.
At this time, an incredible voice came from my ears:
"This...where is this? Is this still the realm of the soul!"
I don't know when, the mirror The spirit has appeared in Yeats's soul realm. It is an almost transparent blue ghost, taking on the appearance of a human being, but its features are blurry.
From the tone of this ghost, Yeats could hear confusion and shock.
Anyone who sees Yeats' soul realm would feel outrageous!
Jing Ling’s mood is quite strange.
It stands to reason that the plan has been successful!
The mirror spirit broke into the most fragile soul realm of the extraordinary. Yeats' life should have been under control!
But... the mirror spirit patrolled this somewhat crowded soul realm, wanting to cry without tears.
Why is this place already overcrowded?
Yeats teased: "Don't you want to devour my soul? Why don't you do it now?"
Jing Ling was sweating and said with a smile: "What the hell... I just broke in by accident. Your soul realm... exit now... If you have any questions, let’s go back to the material realm first!”
Yeats narrowed his eyes slightly: “Do you think I will believe your lies?”
< br>In a flash.
The mirror spirit let out a shrill and piercing scream. This scream was breathtaking and extremely restrained for the soul!
Seeing that the matter was revealed, Jing Ling had no choice but to fight to the death. While Yeats's soul was frozen, he suddenly swung his claws!
Phew!
The mistletoe on the tree of life moves before the mirror spirit!
The sharp branches penetrated through the forehead of the mirror spirit and came out from the back of its head. The body of the mirror spirit gradually became dim, turning into little bits of light and shattering, leaving only infinite sorrow and confusion in his heart.
There are so many weird things in the soul realm... How did this human being survive?
Huh——
The mirror spirit completely dissipated and fell into the water of soul, which strengthened Yeats' soul.
Yeats' soul power has already reached a bottleneck. The condensed spiritual power from the Mirror Spirit is an excellent tonic for Yeats.
Ripples appeared on the surface of his soul. Yeats couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and exhaled.
My soul power has officially entered the five-ring category!
At this point, the sense of oppression from the master can no longer affect Yeats, he himself has mastered the [will to power]!
The water of soul symbolizes spirit and will, and the tree of life symbolizes matter and body.
Currently, Yeats' soul has officially entered the fifth ring, but his physical strength cannot keep up, which limits Yeats' promotion.
Five-ring heroes are often invulnerable. For example, an ancient Greek hero once soaked his body in the waters of the River Styx and became immortal except for his heels.
If you want to increase your body's strength, soaking your body in Avalon's lake water is enough to transform your body in a short period of time.
After completely digesting the spiritual power of the mirror spirit, Yeats's consciousness exited the soul realm, opened his eyes, and saw Gray staring at him nervously.
"The magic mirror suddenly stopped moving. Yeats, are you okay?"
Yeats briefly summarized everything that happened in the soul realm just now.
"It actually wants to plot against your soul realm..." Zuan Ya said in a complex tone, "In my opinion, your soul realm is more dangerous than the underworld!"
Yeats looked at the "magic mirror" that had lost its vitality and found that after losing its mirror spirit, the mirror had nothing special about it.
When Yeats reached out to touch it, the mirror shattered with a "click", and a secret passage hidden behind the floor-length mirror appeared in front of Yeats and others!
From this passage, an unknown aura surged out, and the [Lilith Moonstone] on Yeats's body sent a faint fluctuation, as if it sensed the same kind of aura, originating from the demon god of hell!
Yeats' eyes were solemn. After passing through the passage, a blood-red altar came into view.
The Blood King, the ancestor of the blood clan, the demon god in charge of the sin of [jealousy] in hell.
His altar emits a strange red light, covering the entire secret room!
Grey said: "The fighting lions are still fighting outside... How are we going to destroy this altar?"
Dianya said: "Easy! Let Yeats use the silver oak With one strike of the sword, the divinity of this altar will be completely obliterated!"
Yeats nodded slightly, pulled out the Silver Sword, and saw that the divinity of blood lingering on the altar suddenly became Violently, a red light suddenly shot into the center of Yeats' eyebrows!
Soul realm.
A blood shadow whose face could not be seen clearly stood on the water of soul, suddenly stunned.
Blood Shadow: o(Д)っ!
What the hell is this place? Why does it look like the Hall of Valor!
The mistletoe emits a faint wave: "..."
Yeats translated the meaning of mistletoe——
There is no door to hell, you break in!
(End of this chapter)