"How is this possible? How is this possible? How can there still be a Deity in this world?" the Grand Speaker muttered in terror, completely ignoring the devastating losses the Dark Council was currently suffering.
The sky-high flames had not only incinerated the castle but had also turned countless vampires stationed within it to ash the moment they were exposed to its blinding light. Simultaneously, the Blood Moon in the sky had vanished under the flames' assault—and this was the Dark Council's greatest loss.
The Blood Moon was an illusion created only under specific circumstances. To maintain it, the witches of the Dark Council had spent centuries, countless lives, and immeasurable resources. It was the manifestation of their magical prowess and a symbol of the Dark Council's majesty and power. But now, all was gone.
Many witches were already living in constant terror, and vampires had nearly vanished from the ancient castle. Yet, the Grand Speaker paid no heed to these matters. Instead, she walked straight toward the depths of the castle, stopping before the Blood Pool.
The blood within the pool had already begun to churn. The moment the Grand Speaker entered, a majestic female voice echoed from the roiling crimson waters.
"What is happening here? I can feel my power waning. And there is a familiar aura... Has a friend come to visit?"
The woman's voice sounded casual, but only those who knew her well could grasp the immense displeasure it concealed.
The ancient castle, shrouded in the Blood Moon, was her only sanctuary in this world. Now that the Blood Moon was fading, it meant she would soon fall into a long slumber unless she acted.
Though she possessed endless life, what was the difference between such a slumber and death? It was easy to imagine how foul her mood must be, desperate to avoid such a dire fate.
"Your Majesty. We are pursuing the thief who stole your Holy Blood. But his identity seems... extraordinary. I suspect he might be..." The Grand Speaker prostrated herself, reporting in a low voice to the woman behind the Blood Pool. Yet, as she began to voice her suspicion, she immediately hesitated.
Deities were beings of infinite power. Someone like her would never dare speak lightly of them.
"What is it you're not saying?" The woman behind the Blood Pool immediately sensed the change in her Grand Speaker's demeanor. *She's afraid of me, but she seems even more terrified of that newcomer.* This thought only soured the Queen's mood further. "My Grand Speaker, why are you hesitating? Are you trying to hide something from me? Or perhaps... are you planning to betray me?"
At these words, the Grand Speaker pressed her body even lower against the floor. She could not help but tremble in terror before the being who had granted her everything—and who could just as easily take it all away.
"My Queen, I would never dream of betraying you," she stammered. "It is only that my guess is too terrible to utter aloud."
The Queen fell silent, the churning blood in the pool smoothing into a mirror-like stillness as she pondered. The Grand Speaker dared not make a sound, fearing she might disturb her mistress's thoughts.
"You say you are afraid to speak," the Queen's voice finally drifted from behind the pool, "which means you have already realized what kind of being this is. My Grand Speaker... how many years have you served me?"
She had not asked what the Grand Speaker's guess was. Instead, she had asked a completely unrelated question.
The Grand Speaker, unable to fathom the Queen's thoughts, showed no resentment. She remained prostrate on the ground, answering with the utmost reverence, daring not to falter in the slightest.
"Six hundred years, my Queen."
"Six hundred years, Anvina. You have served me for six hundred years." The Queen's voice grew distant and ethereal. She did not address her by her title, but by a name that had not been spoken for ages. "For six hundred years, you have served me with unwavering devotion. From a mere witch to the Dark Speaker, the Head Witch. You are my longest-serving and most loyal servant. From the day you awakened me from my seal, you have never disappointed me. And now, Anvina, I wish to ask you one thing. Are you disappointed in your mistress?"
"I have never harbored such a thought, my Queen. Everything I have is a gift from you. You are my one and only deity!"
"But I am disappointed in myself, Anvina! Six hundred years! Six hundred years since I awakened, yet I have never taken a single step beyond this pool." At this, the Queen's voice suddenly rose in a sharp, piercing crescendo.
"I am the Queen of the Sea of Crimson, the Goddess of Night and Earth, the protector of all creatures of darkness. I am a great Deity, not a prisoner, and certainly not some demon forever sealed away. Six hundred years... I have waited six hundred years. I can no longer endure this life of captivity."
As the blood in the pool churned violently with the Queen's words, Grand Councilor Anvina's expression shifted. No longer cowering, she snapped her head up and pleaded urgently.
"Your Majesty, as long as we follow the plan, you will be freed from your seal. Please, do not act impulsively. There is still hope!"
"Hope, my Grand Councilor? Tell me, what power do you possess to reclaim my Holy Blood from another Deity?" The Queen let out a cold laugh. "I can already smell that god's scent in the air—a divinity even more fervent and luminous than Jehovah's. It almost reminds me of my old friend, Ra. Against such a being, tell me: what are your chances?"
Hearing this, the Grand Speaker bowed her head deeply. She dared not deceive her Deity, yet she also dared not admit that she had not the slightestest shred of confidence. Silence was her only refuge, the only way to keep her utter helplessness concealed.
"Go, Anvina," the Queen commanded. "Carry my will and my decree. Find that Deity. Tell him of my existence, and bring him before me. Whether he frees me from this prison or destroys me outright, either will be an end. I am weary. I can wait no longer."
As the command fell, the blood in the pool began to recede with terrifying speed. The crimson liquid cleared, turning transparent. If not for the lingering, cloying scent of blood in the air, no one would have ever guessed that this place had just been a churning vortex of gore.
Anvina, the Grand Speaker who knew all, understood the truth. This was the result of the Queen of the Red Sea's waning power. The magic the Dark Council had spent centuries weaving to counter the seal had been incinerated by the golden Divine Fire. This had caused the seal's power to surge once more, leaving the Queen's divinity insufficient to sustain her manifestation in this world.
And just as she had said, she was weary.
Weary of this endless seal, she began to force herself to face a choice: life or death. This choice had only two answers, and she clearly had no intention of giving herself a third. In fact, she had staked the entire choice on this newly appeared Deity.
No one understood the Queen of the Red Sea's current feelings better than the Grand Speaker, and because of this understanding, she found it difficult to make a decision. She was deeply worried about Her Majesty the Queen's choice. But in the end, as her most loyal servant, she chose to obey her orders.
"All is Your Majesty's will!" she sighed deeply, deciding to accompany her master in this mad gamble.
***
Meanwhile, in London, at the Victor Family mansion.
Zhou Yi sat on a majestic and ornate chair, tossing the pyramid in his hand while a strange smile played on his lips.
An ignorant demon had just tried to attack his soul directly, and naturally, this demon paid a very heavy price. The divinity permeating Zhou Yi's soul and the blazing Sun God Fire not only repelled the attack but also chased the demon back along its own trail in a single, relentless surge.
Though this was merely an instinctive counterattack from his divinity, it was a terrifying blow that a mere demon could never withstand. As Zhou Yi had expected, the demon was completely annihilated. But at the moment of its demise, Zhou Yi's divinity fed back a piece of information.
Somewhere in this world, there was another deity. Though its presence was faint, Zhou Yi's divinity still keenly sensed a divine power utterly different from his own.
For Zhou Yi, this was the true prize.
He had long been searching for knowledge and evidence of other deities. Now, it seemed he had finally found a being that could answer his questions.
It had to be said—this was a rare stroke of luck. But another problem remained: where was this deity?
The information relayed by his divinity was extremely limited. Zhou Yi could only sense that it existed in a dimensional space outside of Earth, and one that appeared to be artificially created. As for the exact location of this space, his half-baked divine skills were simply unable to pinpoint it.
*But perhaps that Deity would come looking for him on its own.*
Watching the Holy Blood swirling within the pyramid in his hand, the smile on Zhou Yi's face grew even wider. Yet, this smile only made Emilia and Selena shiver.
Only those who had witnessed Zhou Yi's true terror knew just how dangerous he was. But it was precisely because he was so dangerous that he represented the best chance for the Victor Family, on the brink of collapse, to turn the tables.
By staking everything on a single gamble, the Victor Family might just rise again among the supernatural. Of course, there was a prerequisite: Zhou Yi had to be willing to accept them as his vassals.
Whether he would do so remained to be seen. But both Emilia and Selena, whom she had already brought into the fold, were convinced they had what it took to make Zhou Yi accept their fealty—even if it cost them everything.
***
In the Scorching Hell.
A clump of ash, wreathed in golden flames, slammed into the ground. The moment it landed, the golden Divine Fire began to spread across the barren land, ceaselessly incinerating everything it touched.
As the Divine Fire manifested from Solar Divinity, these golden flames brimmed with light and the power to destroy all evil. To them, Hell—a place overflowing with sin—was no different from an exposed oil field. Even the slightest trace of evil could fuel their burn for days and nights on end, let alone the boundless wickedness accumulated here over countless eons.
Thus, the fire surged uncontrollably, transforming into a raging inferno that swept across the land in an instant, its power overwhelming and ferocious. Like a tidal wave, the flames roared forward, devouring everything they touched—the very soil of Hell and the demons who dwelt upon it. Anything consumed by this fire was instantly reduced to ash and the Dust of Calamity.
This was Hell's great tribulation. If left unchecked, it would herald the end of Hell itself.
But how could there be no one to stop it?
The flames continued to surge until two figures appeared before the inferno.
(To be continued...)
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