Chapter 724 - 399: Crimson Rite (Double-length)

Behind each colossal Blood Race Grand Duke ship is a transport vessel brimming with countless Low Tier Blood Races, densely filling the entire harbor.

On these transport vessels, Low Tier Blood Races are almost regarded as nothing more than worthless commodities rather than individuals.

They are urged and berated by Blood Races with some Extraordinary Power, not daring to offer the slightest resistance.

And those Low Tier Blood Races who died on the journey were simply tossed into the sea like trash by the overseers...

Witnessing this situation, even Hudson, who holds disdain for Blood Races, had to admit one point...

Compared to him, an Exorcist capable of hunting Blood Races, these High Tier Blood Races who wield power and authority know far better how to exploit their own kind...

...

Blood Empire Imperial City.

The Floating Imperial City, constructed from countless Blood Crystals, towers high above, reigning over innumerable Blood Races of the Empire—it’s the center of power and the hub of strength.

Enormous blood-red clouds gather in the sky, forming a scarlet whirlpool.

Beneath this scarlet whirlpool clouds, atop the massive Blood Throne seemingly carved from Blood Agate encrusted with various Crystal Stones, sits the current Blood Empire Emperor.

Blood Crown—Flakmir.

The exquisite crown forged from the finest blood in the world rests upon His head, symbolizing the legitimacy of the Blood Sea and the endorsement of the Six Great Clans.

Although He previously appeared submissive before Rogel, not exhibiting the aura of a Blood Emperor, that depends on the subject.

In front of a powerful Demigod like Rogel, they stand as equals, and Flakmir himself is a wise man who naturally wouldn’t dare to put on airs.

But the situation now is different.

Seated upon the Blood Throne, crowned by the Blood Crown, He is the Emperor acknowledged by the Six Great Clans, the nominal ruler of this vast sea!

Below Him are the elite Blood Race Guards, the towering Blood Giants kneeling on the ground, and the Blood Race Priests chanting His name...

Flakmir glanced at the sky, then closed His eyes, raising a pale hand to subtly signal the nearby Priest.

Receiving the signal, the Blood Race Priest respectfully bowed and then announced, "Esteemed Blood Race Grand Dukes!"

With the echo of his voice.

The massive Imperial City array immediately responded, stepping aside.

Soon, a group of Blood Race Priests escorted the Grand Dukes and their confidants from the Blood Sea’s Six Great Clans into the vast altar.

Yinluo’er and Hudson were naturally among them.

They carried themselves with solemnity and grandeur, exuding the composure and elegance of High Tier Blood Races in their every gesture.

Yet when Clan Leaders from other families glanced towards Yinluo’er’s side, their eyes showed varying degrees of hostility, disdain, coldness, and other emotions...

The reason for this needs no explanation.

During this period, Yinluo’er almost managed to offend all the other clans in the Blood Sea.

If this were in ordinary times, the Clan Leaders of the assembled Five Great Clans would likely have already united against Yinluo’er.

But today is different; they remained silent, even restraining their emotions, returning to solemnity and grandeur.

Scarlet Ceremony.

As the most crucial ancient ritual of the Blood Empire, any disrespectful behavior during the ceremony is seen as a challenge to the Blood Empire and cannot be tolerated.

Moreover, completing the Scarlet Ceremony significantly alleviates their bloodline burdens.

Thus, despite the eerie atmosphere.

The Grand Dukes of each Blood Race family maintained their dignity and solemnity, silently taking their positions.

After the Blood Race Priests informed them respectfully.

Flakmir then slowly opened His eyes, revealing a pair of sharp scarlet pupils.

His first glance fell upon the figure of Yinluo’er below.

Evidently, the Blood Empire’s Emperor is well aware of Yinluo’er’s actions during this time.

By rights, this is highly unusual, and Flakmir should have reacted.

However, He quickly withdrew His gaze and spoke blandly.

"The ceremony... begins."

Woo——

As the Emperor’s voice fell.

The Blood Race ceremonial officers lifted bizarre red instruments, emitting waves tinted with blood that enveloped the entire altar.

In addition, the elite Blood Race Guards sounded dull war drums, accompanied by the low chanting of Blood Race Priests.

In an instant, ancient melodies reverberated throughout the altar, permeating with a sense of solemn eeriness.

All Blood Races present, regardless of Tier, felt their Body’s bloodline resonating.

"Zhi zhi zhi——"

Simultaneously, countless blood-colored bats formed from the blood, shrieked sharply.

After hovering briefly, they seemed summoned and descended to the center of the altar, amid mutual gnashing.

Soon, blood flowed, surged, and formed a scarlet high podium with six corners.

This, is the heart of the Scarlet Ceremony.

The aggregation ritual of the Crimson Artifact.

Only by gathering the six great Crimson Artifacts can the Scarlet Ceremony be perfectly initiated, gaining temporary absolution from all bloodline sources.

And to achieve all this, requires an essential item in the hands of the Blood Empire Emperor.

Tong——

The heavy Scepter landed upon the altar’s bricks, ringing crisply.

Flakmir’s robe-draped Body had already stood proudly, bowing his head slightly and scanning the leaders of the Six Great Clans below.

What comes next is the insertion of the six Crimson Artifacts into the scarlet high podium.

Ordinarily, among the Six Great Clans, it’s usually the Morton Clan’s Blood Race Grand Duke who steps forward first to place the Crimson Artifact.

However, this time, the Blood Emperor’s gaze slowly settled upon another Blood Race Grand Duke.

"Grand Duke Yinluo’er, please."

The Blood Emperor’s gaze remained calm, appearing supremely formidable amidst the eerie symphony.

The other Blood Race Grand Dukes maintained their placid expressions outwardly, yet internally each let out a knowing sneer.

Flakmir ultimately is no fool.

Though He has not shown disapproval of Yinluo’er’s recent actions, it’s because this Scarlet Ceremony differs from the usual, and nobody desires to strain relations with Yinluo’er to prevent mishaps.

This does not mean He, the apparent Emperor of the Blood Sea, will ignore these matters.

Thus, His response has come.

After uttering these words.

The scarlet podium quietly gathered an aura and power of unspecified nature.

Such an important ceremony as the Scarlet Ceremony must naturally be approached with utmost caution.

In this situation.

Witnessing everything unfold behind Yinluo’er, Hudson felt his heart tighten slightly.

He did not know if there were any arrangements between Rogel and Yinluo’er.

But given the current situation, things seemed rather bleak.

Perhaps he should alert Rogel...

Just as he prepared to touch the Black Tide Mark, suddenly he felt a force supporting him.

Simultaneously, at the forefront, Yinluo’er began to act.

"Scarlet Source, eternally solidified, Blood Will, persist forever..."

In low chant, Yinluo’er maintained a calm expression, stepping firmly forward and elevating his stature before reaching one corner of the scarlet podium.

"All vision is blood soil."

The prayer concluded.

Yinluo’er lowered his head, hands clasped, as two streams extended from his chest, coalescing into two scarlet, horrifying eyeballs.

In the next moment, he placed these two eyeballs into one corner of the altar.

Hoo——

A sudden bloody mist hand appeared, gently grasping the eyeballs.

Hua——

In the ensuing instant, the entire scarlet altar trembled at its presence, wherever its vertical pupils gazed, a bloody eerie mist manifested.

With a booming turn, the scarlet high podium spun sharply.

From the corner holding the eyeballs, a dark red blood column rose abruptly, thrusting skyward, converging into the scarlet whirlpool clouds above.

Having accomplished this, Yinluo’er slowly returned to his original position.