Chapter 725 - 400: The Final Blood Sacrifice (Double-Length)

One of the six Crimson Artifacts, the Crimson Eyes.

Guarded for generations by the Ancestral Blood Race Clan where Yinluo’er resides, it possesses not only the conditions to satisfy the Crimson Ritual but also considerable power.

However, as a powerful Crimson Artifact, there currently exists no Blood Race capable of wielding it.

Even Yinluo’er, the Clan Leader of one of the Ancestral Clans, can only exert a small portion of its power at most.

Upon seeing Yinluo’er hand over the Crimson Artifact and successfully place it on the altar, the other clan leaders present couldn’t help but frown.

What’s happening, why is there no issue with the Crimson Artifact that Yinluo’er handed over?

Moreover, from the Blood Emperor’s reaction, He seems unaware of any problem?

"...Duke Morton."

Flakmir calmly watched Yinluo’er for a moment, then withdrew His gaze without any comment.

But not commenting already speaks volumes.

"Hoo...."

Seeing this situation, Hudson, who was clenching his hands beside, slowly relaxed a bit.

At least for now, everything seems to be under Yinluo’er’s control, which is certainly for the best.

As for Yinluo’er himself, his expression remained solemn and dignified, much like the strongest supporter of the blood will.

The other Blood Race clan leaders did not notice anything unusual about Yinluo’er. Though unwilling, none of them voiced any objections at this time. Instead, they pressed down their feelings and strictly followed the ritual process to present their Crimson Artifacts one by one.

They were the Crimson Fang, Crimson Claw, Crimson Wings, Crimson Blood, and Crimson Heart.

Each time a Crimson Artifact was placed on the altar, a celestial phenomenon would appear, with a blood column piercing the sky, seemingly forming a mysterious connection with some presence.

Watching these blood columns.

Yinluo’er’s mouth curled into a barely perceptible smile.

"The Crimson is ready..."

"Let the ritual begin!"

Flakmir slowly spoke, and His body gradually floated to the center of the Crimson Altar.

As the last word fell, He thrust His Scepter forcefully onto the altar!

Dong——

A dull sound rang out, and blood seemed to form a sea of blood in the air, sending ripples upon ripples.

A mighty and terrifying, eerie yet dignified aura emanated from the six Crimson Artifacts on the altar, spreading forcefully in all directions!

Hum——

At this moment, a phenomenon emerged within the crimson vortex clouds.

A vague face constructed from scarlet blood appeared within the vortex clouds.

He slowly opened His eyes and mouth, as if stretching His body after waking from a slumber.

Moreover, with His arrival, all the Blood Race present felt a shiver from within their bloodline...

It transcended all factors; it was a pure sense of submission from their bloodline!

This even included Hudson!

Crash——

Beneath the Blood Empire Imperial City.

The Low Tier Blood Race, transported from various parts of the Blood Sea, found it even more difficult to resist the terrifying might and bloodline pressure, kneeling in droves in terror.

As far as the eye could see, the entire Blood Empire Imperial City was filled with trembling Low Tier Blood Race prostrate in worship, an awe-inspiring sight.

Meanwhile, Flakmir returned to the front of the Blood Throne, placing the Crown atop it.

"In presence of...the True Lord."

Flakmir’s voice shifted from an authoritative tone to one unmistakably submissive.

As the words fell, He lifted the edge of His robe, lowered His head, and knelt on one knee, displaying an astonishingly low posture.

Yinluo’er and the accompanying Grand Dukes also placed their hands over their hearts and knelt down slowly.

Hudson, of course, was no exception. Though he felt a bit uncomfortable, he knew better than to hesitate in such a setting.

...To make a Demigod Level Blood Empire Emperor and numerous noble Blood Race Grand Dukes lower their proud heads to the ground...

Only the terrifying presence now hovering in the sky could achieve that.

The Crimson True Lord...

The source of all Blood Race’s birth, the origin of Blood Race civilization, the great existence that wields the Blood Power.

Each Crimson Ritual is a call for His return!

And this time, it is especially unique.

The face of flowing blood let out a moan, seemingly relishing the sense of long-lost revival, then His gaze descended from the sky, directly fixating on Flakmir, the Blood Empire Emperor.

"...The sacrifice..."

"Offer it up..."

The genderless voice seemed to originate from the world of souls, with each word causing the Blood Race present to feel a dual tremor of spirit and body.

From the first word, it was a command.

He showed no respect for Flakmir, the Blood Empire Emperor.

And that was only natural.

After all, this country and civilization owe their birth to Him.

Yet Flakmir held no discontent, merely standing up calmly and raising His Scepter.

"The final blood sacrifice... begins!"

The moment they received the command, countless Blood Race Priests sprang into action.

They spread their wings in unison, leaping from the altar of the Blood Empire Imperial City, flying downward.

Their target was, of course, the Low Tier Blood Race below.

Meanwhile, Flakmir wasn’t idle either.

"Roar——"

He let out a low roar, His body rapidly expanding, with endless blood red gathering from the air, converging onto His body.

In the blink of an eye, the once dignified and noble Blood Empire Emperor revealed His true form.