NOVPUBMid-May.
In the southern part of the South Continent, lies the massive country—the Cerryti Empire, with its capital city, Brilda.
No matter how warm and bright the city-states appear in this season, nobody notices that deep underground, a super-ancient city is slowly waking up.
With dark permission, one can traverse the long, dark road and reach the deepest part of the black palace. 𝒏𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
Inside the palace, a figure walks, leaving rhythmic footsteps on the carpet.
He is dressed in a dark green scholar’s robe, wearing a ceremonial hat, with neatly groomed hair and beard. He looks gentle and cultured, as if he had never experienced a battle.
The weak light from the lamp in his hand casts deep shadows on him and his surroundings.
He continued until he reached the black iron doors of the conference hall and pushed them open.
The grand conference hall is dim, candlelight replacing the lamps at the edges. The towering ceiling seems to touch the sky. At the end of the carpet, is a banquet table several tens of meters long. Each high-back chair on both sides is like a throne, with a gem totem carved at the top corresponding to the chair’s owner.
Looking around, only the seventh and eighth chairs are occupied by two figures, who are waiting there.
They both look at the newcomer—
"Archbishop of Decay, Fa Mo."
The Marquis Heratier sitting on the seventh high-back chair speaks in her cold voice.
"I have fulfilled your commission."
The man in the deep green suit opens his briefcase and gently places a sealed test tube on the table.
Although it’s a simple action, it makes the two Blood Clan Marquises very cautious, a sign that they will act if they perceive the slightest danger from Fa Mo.
Inside the motionless test tube, is a terrifying alchemical creature. Breaking it inside the palace would probably cause considerable damage.
A moment later.
Marquis Heratier gently lifts her hand to take the test tube, then nods.
"We will fulfill our promise soon, and then you will officially join the Cerryti Empire as the leader of the Corrosion Branch."
The robust figure, Marquis Somerset, sitting across from Marquis Heratier on the eighth high-back chair, speaks to Fa Mo with a hint of haughty madness.
"Heh, I look forward to it."
The Archbishop of Decay, Fa Mo, stands at the end of the long table, facing Marquis Heratier and Marquis Somerset, his laughter calm yet powerful.
In the current Cerryti Empire, in addition to the ninth-order Blood Clan Duke and eighth-order Blood Clan Marquises, there are also two Cardinal Bishops of the Rebirth Church who have allied with them.
Most of the Empire’s generals are under their control. Soon, they can start eliminating internal obstacles and accelerate the infiltration plan.
"But do you really need to go this far just to kill Migaya’s daughter? Even if the eighth-order is protecting her, she is doomed."
The Archbishop of Decay, Fa Mo, asks with interest.
The Blood Clan had previously commissioned their Rebirth Church to make a move, but unfortunately, both the people of the Bishop of Destruction, Ivanos, and his own people, the Archbishop of Decay, Fa Mo, had failed.
In the past six months, the thorn in the Blood Clan’s side, Duchess Huberian, has disappeared without a trace.
This has prompted the Blood Clan, usually hidden behind the scenes, to take personal action and pay a heavy price just to kill the frail girl.
"The more we can’t kill that half-blood demon, the less hasty the eighth-order demon will be. Her evolution speed is truly incredible. If we let her continue to practice in the Cerryti Empire, next time she attacks us, she might be ninth-order."
Marquis Somerset sighs.
Since they captured Duke Migaya, the Silver-haired Demon Girl has never stopped. Catching a Blood Clan member means torturing him to death, and even interrogating him about the location of their underground palace.
However, as long as they can evoke her intense hatred, no matter how she grows, she will never be a match for their third ancestor, Duke Rashar, who is currently the strongest in the Blood Clan.
Duke Rashar’s power, "Blood Mind Control," stands at the pinnacle of Spiritual Magic and Illusion Technique. The heavier the enemy’s negative emotions, the easier it is for Duke Rashar to find mental loopholes and achieve mind control and forced brainwashing.
However, the threat from the Silver-haired Demon is not the main reason for wanting to kill Duchess Huberian.
The real significance of the death of Duchess Huberian is to shatter the mental defense of Duke Migaya.
Only in this way can Migaya fall to the Blood Clan as a slave, delivering all his unique magic.
Duke Migaya’s Dark Magic is too good for the Blood Clan to use.
Even in the daytime, it can become a shield for the Blood Clan.
If they can also find the Ninth Progenitor, Marquis Bernhard, he can absorb Migaya and maximize the benefits of Migaya.
"Oh? Is she stronger than me?"
Upon hearing this, Archbishop of Decay is immediately interested.
"Not yet. But next time she shows up, who knows."
Hearing Fa Mo’s seemingly modest but incredibly confident question, Heratier responds.
The Cardinal Bishops of the Rebirth Church are indeed unbelievably strong and terrifying humans, or rather, Heratier has never encountered a human force this powerful in any era.
If it wasn’t for their immortality, the Blood Clan might not dare to provoke the mysterious organization of the Rebirth Church so easily.
"That strong, huh."
Archbishop of Decay, Fa Mo, nods, his eyes showing even more interest. It seems he is eager to capture this exceptionally talented demon and place her in his lab.
