Chapter 292: Chapter 292
The Three Sages of Sun, Moon, and Stars from the Divine Party transformed into the brilliance of the sun, moon, and stars, floating in the air.
A man holding a sharp long sword and bearing a Demon Horn on his head walked in.
Most of his face was covered by a silver mask, making it impossible to discern his expression.
This man sat down on a chair emitting Hellfire.
The long sword in his hand exuded a dark black glow, and the blade of the Demon Sword had a sinister eye.
The sword was crafted from the spinal bone of a Demon, allowing the wielder to channel demonic powers.
At the same time, the wielder’s body would also be transformed by the Demon Sword, turning into a half-human, half-demon form.
It possesses terrifying regenerative abilities and the power to manipulate Hellfire.
He is Delan, the Demon Swordsman.
At this moment, the sound of bone friction and heavy hoofbeats filled the air.
The skeletal remnants of three gigantic Unicorns pulled a finely crafted carriage, charging from a distance.
The bones of the Unicorns were as white as jade, glowing with a jade-like brilliance, emanating a faint blue shimmer.
In the position of the skull was a distinct necromantic emblem, and within their hollow eye sockets, faint blue Undead Crystals were frozen.
At this moment, the carriage came to a halt, and one by one, skeletons dressed in butler attire descended from it, rolling out a red carpet, playing music, welcoming the arrival of some great presence here.
The Whipping Girl glanced at her freshly done nails and let out a cold laugh, "Some people, their strength isn’t great, but they sure put on a show, specifically summoning us here yet keeping me waiting."
"So you want to set the tone, I see."
The Whipping Girl was furious, licking her little tiger teeth.
"If I don’t whip your bony frame to a pulp, overturn your carriage, and use your prized Undead Core as firewood, I’ll be damned."
The Whipping Girl clutched a small black whip tightly, a treasure crafted from Demon Dragon Skin and the soul of a Demon Dragon.
The Three Sages of Sun, Moon, and Stars spoke as one, "So what’s the matter you’ve called us here for? If you can’t explain, we wouldn’t mind twisting your head off and playing soccer with it."
Although the trio’s voices carried a hint of playfulness, those familiar with the Three Sages knew they were truly ruthless in their actions.
The Demon Swordsman chimed in, "My time is very precious. If you, the Necromancer, can’t say a word, I wouldn’t mind dismembering your bones into 206 pieces within a second, then scattering them across the world."
At this moment, a skeletal figure in a purple robe descended from the carriage.
This skull belonged to one of the Evangelical Association’s Four Giants, the Necromancer.
A bone crown rested upon its head, and it wielded a bone staff as white as jade.
Its bone claws were adorned with various Magic Rings, looking exceedingly luxurious.
Its skull was made of Refined Gold, with Magic Gemstones the size of pigeon eggs embedded in its eye sockets.
"You people are really too restless."
"This time I’ve called you all here to share some good news."
"According to my calculations, a Secret Realm is about to open."
"That Secret Realm was once held by a divine being."
"Within it may lie the secret to becoming a God."
"And it might also contain a Divine Format."
Hearing this, the Three Sages of Sun, Moon, and Stars became interested.
"Since it contains the secret to becoming a God, why don’t you keep it to yourself and instead choose to announce it publicly?"
"Necromancer, as I recall, you’re not that kind-hearted."
"Do you need guinea pigs, or have all your previous guinea pigs died, leading you to us?"
The Three Sages hooked a finger, and the Necromancer was lifted, floating mid-air with a leash around its neck.
The Necromancer showed no embarrassment at being exposed.
"Indeed, I came to you for this reason."
"But I have no other choice."
"Because I’ve discovered that to enter the Secret Realm, a large-scale Blood Sacrifice Ceremony must be held. Only by gathering a sufficient amount of sanguine essence can the Secret Realm be opened."
The Necromancer shrugged and said.
"Sure enough, ill intentions from you, Necromancer."
The Three Sages snorted coldly, and the Necromancer plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string.
However, just before he hit the ground, he touched his Magic Staff.
The Necromancer then floated back into the air.
"What is everyone’s opinion?"
"You were the ones I thought of first."
"This is a method to become a God. Though we aren’t even Saints yet."
"But I founded the Evangelical Association with the goal of achieving godhood, and everyone joined because of this ideal."
"Doesn’t any of this tempt you?"
The Necromancer questioned.
"The news intrigues us, but we don’t believe a single word you say."
"If you’re just here to information, then my Demon Dragon Whip should give you a good lashing, perhaps even in your favorite position."
The Whipping Girl snorted coldly; she is a devout follower of the Whip Demon God, believing that moderate harm can provide her with stronger willpower and combat capabilities.
The Demon Swordsman looked at the Necromancer with a displeased expression.
"Would you like to bend over? Perhaps when I split you into 206 pieces later, I’ll go a little lighter on you?"
The Three Sages of Sun, Moon, and Stars had already summoned three light spheres glowing with different starlights, seemingly ready to act.
"Haha, if this intel doesn’t excite you, maybe the next will leave you with fewer objections."
"The Blood Saint has fallen, you all know this, right?"
"But I know where the Blood Saint’s legacy is."
"The Blood Saint’s legacy contains many Secret Techniques, like the method to construct a Blood Pool."
"By mastering the Blood Pool, I won’t have to exhaust myself organizing large-scale blood sacrifices."
"The legacy also holds Secret Techniques for cell activation and Rapid Regeneration."
"Demon Swordsman, isn’t your greatest regret that your hands aren’t fast enough?"
"Whipping Girl, wasn’t Rapid Regeneration the Secret Technique you’ve been desperately pursuing?"
The Necromancer hit the hearts of these people, rendering them silent.
"Haha, Necromancer, what benefits do I get from this?"
The Three Sages of Sun, Moon, and Stars laughed and asked.
"Knowledge. Haven’t you wanted to see my Book of the Dead all along?"
"The Blood Saint’s legacy knowledge plus the Book of the Dead and all the books I’ve collected, I could offer them to you."
"What I want from the Blood Saint’s legacy is the Soul Reincarnation Secret Technique that allows one to reclaim a body." For origınal chapters go to novel~fire~net
The Necromancer revealed his intentions.
Everyone was plunged into deep thought.
The things the Necromancer mentioned intrigued them all, though they felt the situation wasn’t as simple as it seemed.
"Necromancer, you’ve said so much, but what do you want to do?"
The Three Sages of Sun, Moon, and Stars sneered, knowing this guy wouldn’t take action without seeing major gains.
Having said so much now, he’ll surely find a way to reclaim things from elsewhere later.
This guy is crafty and never makes a losing deal.
"I said I want to enter that Secret Realm. My people are busy with other matters, and I need you to send help, lend me your strength."
Simply put, he needs enough cannon fodder.
The Whipping Girl was tempted; she’d wanted to agree several times, but recalling the losses she suffered from the Necromancer, she could write a book titled "The Tale of Enchanting Demon’s Girl Being Deceived."
The Demon Swordsman continued to wipe his Treasure Sword with a white cloth, seemingly uninterested in the Necromancer’s proposal.
Even the Three Sages of Sun, Moon, and Stars were silent, assessing whether it was worth it.
She had long known of the godhood method, was slightly interested in the Blood Saint’s legacy, but only slightly.
The Book of the Dead no longer held her interest.
Silence lingered over Cambridge again.
Except for the Necromancer, everyone sensed that he was brewing some hidden plot.