Seeing what the A.I. Chip had planned, a thin smile appeared on his face. “Marb! The next time we meet will be the day you die…”
……
Outside the Eternal River Plains’ secret plane, inside the inverted castle.
Within a room that was as cold as an ice storehouse, with several large chunks of ice strewn about.
Hyder was wearing a pair of thick, heavy spectacles as he stared fixedly at a beaker with liquid boiling inside.
“The hair of a female goblin, the toenail of a subterranean lizard, and also… the silk sac of a Dulok spider…”
His incantation was unclear, yet both his hands were as precise as a machine as he continuously tossed the items into the beaker.
“Woman of the Deep Red, grace us with your presence!”
After the ingredients had completely fused within the beaker, Hyder raised up and opened his hands towards the sky, and chanted in a very bizarre incantation as if conducting a sacrificial rite.
……
*Weng…*
The ground began to tremble, and the stench of blood began to permeate the tiny room.
In an instant, Hyder seemed to have seen a deep, crimson sea surging towards him.
In an instant, the blood coloured sea converged into the figure of a gorgeous woman that strangely had no face.
Her ethereal body floated ever so beautifully in midair.
“….!” Hyder chanted the final stream of the incantation, which was extremely tongue twisting. The accent was extremely difficult to understand as well; it was filled with a primordial and barbaric aura.
“Chikchik…” After listening to Hyder, the woman finally spoke. Her voice sounded like the chirps of a little bird, yet, at the same time, it strangely sounded like the flapping of insect wings.
“Hurry! Bring it forward!” Hyder said to the old lady behind him.
The old lady clapped her hands, and two black robed servants entered with a dozen feeble, trembling humans who had their heads covered by a black sack.
“Chikchik!” The woman in midair chirped in excitement as she immediately began to stretch her body forward.
*Pu!* *Pu!**Pu!*
Countless large wounds split open on the bodies of these captives, from which blood gushed out like a fountain.
As if seeing the plague, the two servants quickly retreated.
*Gloook!*
The blood formed a tiny tendril of steam as it floated through the air towards the woman.
A moment later, there were no longer any traces of blood on the ground. As for the woman, the colour red was even more vibrant on her body now.
After accepting the sacrifices, the woman nodded her faceless head and transformed into the shape of a flask.
*Drip-Drop!*
A tiny droplet of crimson liquid dripped from the flask directly into the beaker.
*Ka-Cha!*
After the liquid entered the beaker, a flame emerged from within the beaker and engulfed it. As the flames blazed, the sound of wailing spirits occasionally sounded from within.