《The Calm Death God》Chapter 7: Path of Blood.
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Inside a dimly lit room. A man lazily laid down on a bed. He stuck his head out of the covers as a small green flame lit up before him.
"Hmm, is that so? Since you've already made the first move, don't linger there any longer. Just move like your trying to help." His voice, dead serious as he spoke. However, there was a hint of maliciousness in it as a cold smile manifested on his face.
"But sir, we're talking about Princess Riche here! Are you really sure to do that?" A voice originating from the green flame pursued. But he was met by a cold rebuttal from the former man.
"Are you an idiot? Of course we will help, but that's just on the surface! In actuality, we wouldn't help! Why would I even help that arrogant woman? She is dying anyway so dying earlier is fine!" His hand moved towards the cover as undulations appeared on the surface of the blanket. Occasionally, an indecent scene would appear. Obviously, a young woman was behind the blanket, giving him head.
"So that's it! Just obey it and get lost!" The man howled as he waved his hand. Extinguishing the flickering green flame. With that, the man revealed a lascivious smile as he moved his head under the blanket. Time after time. Moans would resound.
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The blazing heat coming from the sun distorted the scenery around the Legendia Plains. There, on the lonely ground. Walking were two figures of a young woman and a young man. In their movements. They would occasionally laugh or tease each other as they walked towards the distant woods.
"Hey, Lamia! How far do we have to walk to reach Whalls Kingdom?" John lazily shouted as he walked in big steps.
"Don't worry about the distance since if we keep walking like this, we would arrive there by dusk!" Lamia revealed a small smile as she turned a full 360 circle while waving her hands around. Clearly enjoying the scorching heat.
Earlier, John asked about this young maiden's name and found out that she was named Lamia. Though it was just a portion of her true name. John only needed some name to call the young Lamia. Even though he at first suspected the name to be fake. John shrugged it off as he didn't have the rights to question one's privacy.
She was a Mage adventurer from the Whalls Kingdom.
Likewise, John introduced himself to the young woman and made up a fake identity of being a vagabond. With no fixed abode. Contrary to what he expected, the young woman didn't suspect his made up his identity but instead welcomed him with a beaming smile.
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And here, as time goes by. John found out that they were quite compatible in tastes. From food, clothing to even pets. John thought of her as an acquaintance but Lamia already thought of him as a friend. A good reliable friend at that.
The two continued their walking pace as they occasionally laughed and stop on the road. John found this world quite peculiar. The trees before them were quite huge. John measured them to be fifty meters. And of course, after seeing John's frowned eyebrows. Lamia interjected and introduced him to these trees. The trees were named 'Acolyte Tree' and were quite useless with the exception of being useful for making wooden swords due to their durability.
It was late afternoon when they reached the area near the woods but unexpectedly. On the road there, they found out that there were armed patrols scurrying around the area, clearly searching for something.
John thought of this as quite peculiar as he devised specific plans in his mind if things go awry. However, what he didn't expect was the young Lamia in front of him was actually the Third Princess, Riche Lamia Whalls!
He almost vomited blood in the face of this fact! To think that he casually touched, and joked around the Third Princess! But he wondered, why did the Third Princess masqueraded as an adventurer?
But as he wondered about this. He noticed that the knights that were sent to find the Third Princess gave him gazes of disdain. And each time they interrogated him about what actually happened when he saw the Third Princess, they would always wear an arrogant tone, as if speaking to an inferior.
However, John didn't mind this and shrugged it all. Even if he did 'care' for this and acted arrogantly, he would not be able to save his life since the imposing aura of these people alone almost suffocated him.
John deduced that these guys were the elites of the Whalls Kingdom sent to find the whereabouts of the Third Princess.
After that clamor. They left John there in the woods after giving him a pouch of gold coins and some rations. At first, the Third Princess refused of the idea of leaving John behind. But after knowing the reason why. The Third Princess finally nodded and hoped John for the best.
Now, the sun has finally set and the moon sent out its dim rays of light to illuminate the dark woods. However, John wasn't afraid of any beasts disturbing his rest since he sprinkled a Horned Panther Feces Powder around the area. Though John didn't have any information about this beasts. John understood their ferocity just from the statements of the previous knights alone.
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When sprinkled around the area. Nearby beasts would avoid the vicinity thinking that a Horned Panther Beast had placed a territory on it. Even a King Ranked Beast would find it troublesome to deal with an agilty type Horned Panther.
John seated cross legged as he closed his mind in deep contemplation. According to what the knights had told him. The area around the east was the territory of the Houluo Empire, the vast empire covered three kingdoms. Whalls Kingdom, Sarkins Kingdom, and Qin Kingdom.
Any of these kingdoms were strong enough to trample upon a small sized dukedom or any large scale tribes. Meaning, their power was great. With a manned army of two million in each kingdom, and an Elite Mage Battalion consisting of five hundred members. Their power was considered to be unstoppable.
And the person he met yesterday. Riche Lamia Whalls. By some great coincidence, happened to be the Third Princess of the Whalls Kingdom.
The Whalls Kingdom as of now was also powerful. However, their current king was seriously ill by some disease that even the strongest light magus wasn't able to heal. Due to that, their power greatly declined.
"Huff..." John took long lasting breaths as he uncovered the information about the 'Hemomancer's Art'. Of course, just from the name alone. John found that it was to have the ability to freely control blood according to one's will.
However, although it was listed to be a cultivation method. It was after all a secret art.
And it was a free domain spell! Meaning, it doesn't have a set end and there were no spells left behind! if one wanted to use this secret art. They would need to imagine it and create it there and there.
If one had efficient control, they would be able to create millions of millions of blood needles to sunder their enemy of holes. Or they could create a huge aerial blood pool and suck all the blood of the living around the area.
The only prerequisite that John frowned his eyebrows upon was to enter a state of near death. When one was determined enough to enter this state. They would be able to create their own blood pool. However!
There was a large catch. One must not have cultivated before or else they would become a cripple!
Which means, one's dantian mustn't have any traces of Mana threads around it or else it would cause special distortions that would destroy your dantian! If one was lucky enough, they would be able to live as a cripple after their dantian exploded. However, if one was unlucky. Certain death follows.
John revealed a cold smile as he snapped his eyes open. Clutched on his right hand was the slightly curved rusted dagger. And without any hesitation. A puchi sound resonated as John plunged the dagger on his heart!
"Puah!" Blood splattered on the ground as an iron smell wafted around the air. Though the beast may detect the smell of blood, they wouldn't dare act arrogantly since the area was sprinkled with the feces of the Horned Panther Beast!
John's vision tunneled. As the searing pain came over his chest. He felt extremely lightheaded. However, he didn't utter any words of pain as he endlessly chanted. "Path of Blood; Tenacious Desire to conquer the land. Overlord of blood, bestow thy blessings on me, create the path of blood. Imagined will shall come as destined!!"
"Path of Blood; Tenacious Desire to conquer the land. Overlord of blood, bestow thy blessings on me, create the path of blood. Imagined will shall come as destined!!"
"Path of Blood; Tenacious Desire to conquer the land. Overlord of blood, bestow thy blessings on me, create the path of blood. Imagined will shall come as destined!!"
"Path of Blood; Tenacious Desire to conquer the land. Overlord of blood, bestow thy blessings on me, create the path of blood. Imagined will shall come as desti-Puahh!!" By the time that he had chanted four times. He once again coughed a mouthful of blood as a feeling of being pulled by an invisible string came on his body. His body fell on the ground as his vision once again tunneled to the point of near pitch black.
However, in his losing consciousness. He clearly saw that the invisible string of light connected on his body was stained scarlet red as a figure of a young man in scarlet red robes gave him a light amiable smile. Within the man's pupils. Purple flames faintly flickered.
Witnessing this peculiar scene. John suddenly felt suffocation as the blood on the ground rushed back unto his chest. The plunged rusty dagger was forcefully ejected from his chest as the wound on his body regenerated in an inconceivable pace.
By the time that John's consciousness became clear. The previous scarlet red ground returned to its previous unstained look! And the blood that splattered on his clothes disappeared, however. The hole on his tuxedo was still there, making his mind conclude that what previously happened was definitely real.
And that, he had succeeded in converting his fresh dantian to a blood pool!
Author's Note: From now on, I will try to release daily chapters. But there may be some unexpected events or situations that may arise so please forgive me for that ::)
In return. Please enjoy this chapter!
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