Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Blood dripped onto the ground, was absorbed by the soil, and blood energy surged up.

"His Royal Highness's birthday is coming soon. As long as we get through that day, we can put an end to all this..."

A soldier from Xingluo City twisted off the head of a Sri Lankan soldier beside him. At the same time, his body was pierced by several swords and he fell to the ground.

The soul rose from the body, wrapped in an imperceptible trace of blood, and flew towards the starry sky behind it.

He opened his eyes again, and the taste of rust still lingered in his mouth.

He grasped the long sword at his waist again and began to rush to the front line of the war.

"How many Sri have you killed?"

Beside him, a soldier who had also just been resurrected asked.

"I don't know. At first, I still remembered it, but I don't know when it started, I forgot it."

The sword was ice-cold. Although the pain from his last death still lingered in his body, it had become numb. His body seemed to have adapted to everything, and even the battle was no longer affected.

"Yeah, me too. I've killed hundreds—maybe even over a thousand? Just like a butcher."

Breaking out of the starry barrier, a bloody wind blew in their faces. They stopped talking, their thoughts stagnated, and their faces became expressionless.

There was no more passion or roar, just cold, ruthless and mechanical slaughter.

Blood dripped onto the ground, splattered, and was trampled into mist.

"How many of these Sri Lankans are there? Are they more numerous than the stars? Why can't they be killed?"

In the palace of Falling Star City, the Star Child's gaze penetrated the depth of the starlight, and the situation of every battlefield was filled in his eyes.

Blood, the sword cut through the skin, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The sight was closer, clearer, more... disturbing.

"Three more days, three more days..."

Son of the stars, Prince of Starlight, the Star Child raised his head and looked towards the opposite corner of the empty palace. There was a silver clock, and the time on it was slowly passing by.

Blood spurted from the artery, mixed with screams.

Blood light, wrapped around the souls of the Starfall City defenders, rose into the sky.

The starry sky seemed to be covered with a blood-red film...

"What is that? Why is there... blood on the stars?!"

And the Star-Child cried out, and his voice echoed in the empty palace. He pressed his eyes hard, and finally opened his bloodshot eyes and looked up.

The bright red in the starry sky disappeared, and it remained as pure as silver.

"Huh... Huh... Two more days, two more days..."

’ spake the Star-Child to himself.

In my ears, I could hear the auditory hallucinations brought about by some uncontrollable abilities again——

The dying sobs were muffled, as if blocked by the gushing blood. The dull thud of a sword piercing flesh filled the air, along with the sickening stench of decay...

It made the Star Child's scalp tingle.

All this started a long time ago, and the nightmares are becoming more and more frequent.

Those blurry but bloody scenes were all taken from the battlefield, a sea of ​​blood and corpses, that the Star Child saw through the soldiers of Falling Star City.

And in the past few days, those horrific and bloody visions have become closer.

"Your Highness, those Sri Lankans have accelerated their offensive, as if they are preparing for a desperate charge, advancing at all costs. They may reach the city in two days!"

"Closer, closer?"

The Star-Child came back to his senses from the empty illusion and looked down. It was the priests in white clothes. "You can't die under my power. How can they advance so far?!"

The Star-Child raised his voice, his emotions becoming somewhat sensitive. "Let them stop me. In just two days, two days, I can kill them all. Do you understand?!"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness."

The priest was stunned, and quickly bowed his head and retreated.

The Star-Child looked at the silver-robed priest’s departing figure and opened his mouth, but still said nothing—

He knew that what his subordinate did was not wrong.

But for some reason, after hearing the priest's voice, he felt an inexplicable slight pain in his mind.

The blood that seeped into the ground began to rot, and maggots crawled out from under the blood mud.

"One day, only one day left."

The Star Child's eyes were bloodshot, no longer as clear as before.

The power of starlight allows him to see much more than ordinary people and feel what all warriors can feel under the starlight.

Physical pain, the shadow of death, fear, anger, sadness...

Everything followed perception, suppressed by the starlight, but on this day, it was like a dam during a flood, cracks appeared and began to collapse——

An avalanche that has been brewing for a long time!

The Star-Child saw a Sri man walking into the palace. He was bleeding from all seven orifices, but his face was ferocious. He was using his hands to tear open the chest of a soldier from Starfall City.

When the soldier from Starfall City was on the verge of death, he reached out his hand to the Star Child.

His mouth opened and closed, trembling, and he clearly wanted to say "save me", but his throat was blocked by blood.

"How did you-"

’ said the Star-Child, and a chill ran down his spine. The bloody scene vanished, and he came to his senses.

"Another illusion?"

He rubbed his eyes and looked forward again. The minute hand on the silver clock was moving towards the early morning of the next day.

He could already hear the Sri Lankan soldiers approaching the city, swords and knives biting into flesh, and wailing and screaming.

"I am the son of the stars. I wait until tomorrow. I will have no enemies. I cannot lose..."

He stared at the minute hand on the clock with wide eyes.

"Ka-ka-ka-"

Amid the gentle sound of the machine, the minute hand was approaching the boundary of the second day, but for some reason, the Star Child did not feel any sense of security. It was as if some strange restlessness was surging deep in his soul.

He looked up at the starry sky, but this time, for some reason, the starry sky did not give him a sense of security.

"why?"

He asked in a low voice, even pleading, "Stars, I am your child. I should be the king of mankind. You will help me, right?"

"Click——"

The minute hand crossed the finish line with the last bounce.

"Finally, finally, I succeeded, I——"

And the Star-Child opened his eyes wide, and joy appeared in his eyes, but then his joy froze, for he felt no change in his body.

He raised his head in disbelief, but fear, like extremely cold water, poured down through his body!

The starry sky turned completely blood red, with no more stars.

Countless bloodshot and malicious dead eyeballs were looking down at him!
"Why, what are you...what are you? My stars, stars, where have they gone?"

’ cried the Star-Child.

The next moment, a cold voice came from under the throne:

"You think you're the savior, the son of the stars. Now, who do you think you can save? Do you think those people hanging in the sky are your parents? Do you really think they can save you?"

The Star Child looked down and saw his own silver-robed priest. But at this moment, blood was flowing from the silver-robed priest's eyes, his pupils turned into horizontal lines, and two black sharp horns protruded from his forehead!
"You, you dare to talk to me like that? Then die!"

The Star Child looked at the priest below and raised a finger, wanting to use star magic to tear the devil into pieces.

But nothing happened, he just became an ordinary person.

"What's going on?! Why aren't you dead—"

This time, the Star Child finally felt fear. Without the power given by the stars, he didn't know what to do.

Like a helpless child.

For some reason, he thought of the first human father he saw when he was born, a fragile man who had to hide his face with a mask because of leprosy...

And there was that thin and weak woman who called herself a witch but was actually very frail.

"Oh, I hear your inner cry. You are so fragile, Your Highness—"

The devil priest stepped forward, his blood-red demonic eyes seeming to see into the heart of the Star-Child. He continued, "Let me see. Are you thinking about your human parents?"

"That's really interesting. As far as I know, you've never considered them as your parents, and you haven't even cared about their affairs for a long time, right?"

The next moment, the devil priest suddenly raised his hand and threw two black objects at the Star Child!

The Star-Child took it without warning, and looked intently at it—

But they were two heads with blood gushing out of all seven orifices. They were none other than the Leprosy King and his Queen!

"what--"

The Star Child cried out and opened his eyes. All around him was the palace, and the cold starlight was scattered in the space.

He raised his hand, and starlight lit up from mid-air, condensing into a sword. As his mind twisted, it transformed into the shapes of shields, armor, sculptures, and so on...

"Huh, fortunately, fortunately, it's not an illusion."

The Star Child looked at the silver clock not far away. It was still ticking. Only ten minutes remained until the next day. "Just hold on, wait a little longer..."

The Star Child whispered, looking towards the door. The silver-robed priest walked in. There was nothing strange about him, just like usual. The Star Child used the ability granted by the starlight to investigate and found the same thing.

"Did you come over and tell me something just now?"

The Star-Child thought for a moment, then asked.

"Your Highness, I just came back from conveying your order to the generals to hold on."

The silver-robed priest looked a little confused.

"That's good."

The Star Child breathed a sigh of relief. Since this was reality, all he had to do was wait until the pointer pointed to tomorrow...

But the next moment, something he had not expected happened. A flash of sword light appeared, and the silver-robed priest's head flew high into the air and fell to the ground with blood!

And after that, a man in black armor and a golden crown walked into the palace, King Sri!

He had long devil's horns on his forehead, and blood-red eyes, and he looked at the Star-Child with a mocking look.

"You, how did you get in?!"

The Star-Child raised his hand, wanting to use his power to kill King Sri, but the starlight that was swirling around his fingertips seconds ago was instantly extinguished the next moment.

At the same time, the silver walls of the palace on all sides began to soften.

Just like... those melting corpses on the battlefield, turning into smelly and sticky blood, dripping onto the ground.

"you you--"

The Star Child looked up at the sky, but once again saw countless pupils under the blood-red sky.

"Do you think some hallucinations can scare me?"

’ cried the Star-Child, more to give himself courage than to curse.

"Oh, you think this is an illusion? Then wake up? Besides, pain is not an illusion."

King Nasri walked up the steps to the Star-Child, carrying with him a strong smell of blood.

And the Star-Child tried to rise, but for some reason his whole body was limp, and he had no strength to rise.

"You don't know what ordinary people are like. You are well protected and have never suffered a single wound. Your soldiers are all very brave. In the midst of pain, they charge towards death again and again—"

King Sri leaned close to the Star-Child and gave him a strange smile. 'But I wonder if their King has the courage to face the same torture.'

Then King Sri sneered, drew the sword from his waist, and cut the rich garments of the Star-Child into pieces.

The sword glowed with fire and slashed across the Star-Child.

"Experience the pain that ordinary people feel: your skin is burned by high temperatures, your flesh and bones are torn apart, and your internal organs are incinerated..."

The reddish gold and iron left crisscrossing burn marks on the surface of the star-child's skin.

Without the protection of starlight, the greatest pain that an ordinary person could feel instantly swept through the star child's body. At this moment, he could no longer think, and he couldn't even lose consciousness!
He could only open his mouth helplessly and let out screams and wails of pain.

"what--"

And in agony the Star-Child heard the minute hand of the Clock tick away till it stopped—

"Child, relax, relax—don't be afraid."

The Star Child opened his eyes again from the gradually disappearing pain and found himself lying on a bed, and beside the bed stood two somewhat familiar people.

There is a leper king and a queen who is an astrological witch.

The Queen touched the Star-Child’s cheek and said:

"Don't be afraid, kid. That was all an illusion of the Sri Lankans. I've already broken it. You're in reality now. You're a child of the stars. Just wait a little longer, and no one will be able to defeat you!"

"Really?"

And the Star-Child looked up, and in the corner of the room he saw a tall clock, on which was written about five minutes until the next day.

"Thank me……"

Star Child's voice became trembling, no longer possessing the previous sense of self-importance. "I'm sorry, I may not be as strong as I thought. I thought I was the strongest."

"it does not matter."

The Leper King and Queen said this, still smiling.

"I'm sorry, I'm not qualified to be the darling of the stars. I may just be an ordinary person. I am your child."

The Star-Child's voice was a little low.

And at the words of the Star-Child, the smiles of the Leper King and Queen grew wider and wider, until they were more than those of ordinary men!
"You, what's wrong with you..."

The Star Child finally realized that something was wrong. At this time, the corners of his "parents'" mouths had cracked all the way to their ears, and blood began to seep out of all their orifices.

The voice is still gentle, but with a hint of madness!
"It's okay, it's okay, kid. If you know you're wrong, just compensate us!"

"Your flesh and blood all come from us. Now, give it back to us—"

As he spoke, the two evil ghosts in front of him pounced on him!
The Star Child wanted to resist, but the bed beneath him, which had just been soft, now became a deadly quagmire, locking his limbs tightly on it!

And the Leper King and the Queen opened their mouths full of sharp teeth and began to bite the flesh and blood of the Star-Child.

This is a slow procession!
"Uh-"

The Star-Child screamed in despair, his remaining sanity allowing him to see only the clock in the corner.

Time passes with the sound of the minute hand. If it comes to an end, will this torture be over?
He could no longer think rationally and just waited on the verge of collapse.

Every minute and every second was stretched infinitely in extreme pain.

Finally, the second hand stopped at the last position——

"when--"

The bell of salvation rang!

But in the next moment, he was strangled to death by a hand.

The Star-Child looked at King Sri in despair as he stood beside the clock. The devil looked at the Star-Child who was still being bitten, stretched out two fingers, pinched the minute hand of the clock, and turned it back -

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...it returned to the ten-minute position again, flowing slowly.

"Ka-ka-"

"No, no, don't—let me go!"

The Star Child finally collapsed. He didn’t know where this torture would end. “Please, I surrender, I surrender. I shouldn’t be your enemy. Let me go, let me go—”

"Oh? Do you really think so, or are you trying to trick a devil?"

King Sri stepped forward, narrowed his eyes, and asked jokingly, his words seeming to encourage, "Why don't you hold on a little longer? Maybe those stars of yours will come back to save you, right?"

"No, no, I didn't lie to you. I'm just an ordinary person. Please let me go—"

’ said the Star-Child, and his eyes streamed with tears.

"Ordinary people? That's definitely not worth me torturing you like this."

King Sri’s tone became a little surprised. He pulled a contract from his sleeve and placed it before the Star-Child’s face. “Of course, I’ll have to make sure you’re truly an ordinary person. For example, sign your name on it—promise you won’t become our enemy.”

When Star Child saw the contract, his expression froze.

But the next moment, King Sri made a move to take back the contract: "Are you hesitant? Alas, I just felt a little sorry for you. As expected, I still like to hear people wailing..."

"Don't do that, I'll sign, I'll sign—"

And when the Star-Child saw this, he cried out hastily, and with his bloody hand he signed his name to the deed.

After he wrote the last stroke, King Sri, holding the contract, broke into an uncontrollable laughter.

All the surrounding scenes melted instantly and turned into a chaotic scarlet.

Amidst this chaotic blood-red chaos, King Nasri transformed back into his human form. He looked at the Star-Child and performed a noble act of courtesy:

"Congratulations, Your Highness, you've traded your people and your city for a good night's sleep."

"Rest well, and on your birthday, wait quietly for death like an ordinary person."

……

Outside Starfall City, King Sri opened his eyes from the throne, his blood-red pupils filled with cruelty and joy.

He took out a pocket watch engraved with gold patterns from his pocket and opened the cover.

The time on it showed that there was still about five minutes left until the next day, which was the birthday of the Son of Stars.

"The blood of a million people, used for blood sacrifice, is only enough for us to isolate the stars and invade the divine mind for about thirty minutes - that's really short."

King Sri sighed as he said this, raised his head, looked at the vast sky, and laughed again, "What a pity! If you had held on a little longer, you could have won, but now..."

King Sri mounted his warhorse and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Behind and in front of him, a sea of ​​Swiss soldiers, already armed and ready for battle, surrounded a mirror-like starry barrier not far ahead.

The starry barrier still looks clear and solid.

But King Sri understood that this time, there would be no chance of reorganizing and repairing the barrier that had blocked his way for so long.

"Tomorrow is the Star Child's birthday?"

"On that day, the Kingdom of Sri will crush the last obstacle in its path, and destruction will spread unstoppably like a tsunami."

In the twilight, red pupils gathered, sharpening their knives. (End of this chapter)