Cornflower Witch

Chapter 268 The Legend of the Descendants
The warhorse galloped through the shade of the trees, sunlight filtering through the leaves, its hooves pounding the grass, kicking up mud, before leaping again and speeding forward.

The wind whispered in Hilti's ear, and she sensed the trail of pursuit growing ever clearer, meaning she was getting closer to those who had been captured.

In a valley, a huge magic circle had been drawn up. People dressed in dark red robes came and went, constantly perfecting the venue for the upcoming ceremony and binding and blindfolding the captured prisoners one by one.

Many of these people were villagers from Regas, and some were captured Antioch soldiers, but these identities would be indistinguishable during the upcoming ceremony.

"Sir, one of our teams has captured nearly 400 more people and brought back some good news."

The cult leader stood inside the tent, looking at the hanging map of Regas, which had many places marked and marked.

"Oh, what good news?" He turned his head, revealing two pairs of sinister eyes.

“We found a secluded spot near Jiaoshi City that is impossible for ordinary people to find, and there are also enough water and food sources nearby.”

“Good, this gives us another stronghold.” The leader nodded, then seemed to realize something.

How was this secluded spot discovered?

"These are the four hundred people we captured. They were originally miners in Jiaoshi City, but they couldn't stand the exploitation and torture, so they escaped and went into hiding there."

"Looks like you've had some good luck this time." The leader patted the man on the shoulder and then dismissed him.

After staying inside the tent for a while, the leader went out and headed to another place deep in the valley, where more luxurious tents were hung and several knights were on guard.

After a brief announcement, he went inside and saw Prince Steve Jobs leaning against the bed, looking exhausted.

"Your Highness," he murmured the other's name, but his head and body did not bend in the slightest, seemingly only paying lip service to the difference in status.

Prince Steve Jobs had a blank look in his eyes. It took him a long time to come back to his senses after hearing the call, and then he sat up a little dejectedly.

"What's the matter? Tell me."

"The new ceremony venue in the valley is almost ready. The ceremony will be held tomorrow night. Your Highness, please make your preparations."

"A ceremony? Another one like that?" Prince Jobs irritably thrashed his arms, but unfortunately there were no porcelain ornaments for him to vent his frustration.

"So many of my loyal men have died because of your bullshit ceremony, and now you want me to prepare? What am I supposed to prepare? What am I supposed to use to prepare?"

Upon hearing this, the cult leader remained unfazed.

"Your Highness, if this ceremony succeeds, we will possess power far exceeding that of the Anti people. At that time, we can have as many loyal subordinates as you want, no problem."

"Although we failed to annihilate Kachis last time, you have seen our strength."

"To achieve victory, certain sacrifices are necessary. You can't gain everything out of thin air without giving anything in return; no one will believe you if you do that."

"Your participation in the ceremony tomorrow night will not only enhance its effectiveness but also grant you the power to defeat your enemies. Don't you want to personally slay your enemies, avenge your parents and brothers, and establish an unparalleled legacy?"

"Your ancestors fought countless battles and earned a great reputation. Even though the Kingdom of Legas was not large at the time, the surrounding countries all respected and respected them. This is an honor and status that their successors can hardly imagine."

“A person without power will only be ridiculed by others no matter how much they say. Your Highness, you should know this better than I do.”

Prince Jobs fell silent after hearing his words.

He clenched his fist so tightly that his fingers dug into his flesh, and it took him a while to finally relax it out of exhaustion.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do during the ceremony?"

Seeing that the prince was interested, the chieftain smiled slightly and then began to explain in detail.

……

“What… what will happen to those people?” Prince Jobs was still somewhat hesitant.

"If you fail, they will also die at the hands of the Antirians. You must understand that even the best generals will lose soldiers in battle; it is an unavoidable thing."

"Without victory, there is nothing."

"As long as you keep winning, a steady stream of people will join your ranks, and this little thing will be forgotten."

“The victor is not to be blamed.” After hearing his words, Prince Jobs finally put aside his hesitation.

"Okay, if it works out. But my sister can't know. She's kind and gentle and can't stand these things."

"I will have someone take good care of Princess Musa," the chieftain promised.

After persuading the prince, he stepped out of the tent with satisfaction. As he looked down over the valley once more, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the wonderful atmosphere before victory.

The great undertaking that the Hundred-Eyed Cult has been preparing for for hundreds of years will be accomplished in his hands. He has succeeded once, and he will succeed again.

The stars are in place. Before the rift is concealed in Leo Palace, he will once again invoke the great being beyond the astral plane. This time, however, his goal is not merely to create a few 'Demonic Pacters', but to fulfill the centuries-old wish of the Hundred-Eyed Cult to bring the true 'alien' back to earth once more…

On the mountain path, Hirutiya crossed the hill, leaped onto her horse, and finally spotted the procession ahead.

It was a convoy of about 800 people, of whom more than 200 were believers dressed in dark red robes, and the rest were ordinary civilians who had been captured. Among them were miner refugees who had been taken away, residents of nearby villages, and even some captured Antioch soldiers.

"Finally caught up?" Hilti thought to herself, then accelerated and rushed down the hillside. Karen had just arrived at the top of the hill and saw that Hilti had already rushed over. She was quite worried about whether the girl could fight alone, so she also accelerated to catch up and took out the longbow from the quiver and nocked an arrow.

The riding skills that Hilti had learned on the Radiant Plains were now fully unleashed. In the constant chase, she adjusted her movements little by little based on the feedback, making her rhythm synchronize with the warhorse beneath her. This not only minimized the burden on the warhorse, but also allowed her to influence it with her own rhythm, making its running rhythm efficient and stable as well.

On the plain, the long caravan was advancing when a rider sped past from the side of the grass. Before the members of the caravan could ask questions or attack, the man and the horse had already galloped past them.

In less than ten seconds, Hiltiah overtook the group, reached the front of them, and then quickly turned back, her hooves flying high and mud flying, and stood across in front of them.

The path ahead was blocked. The leader of the cult rode forward, and the members following behind also picked up crossbows and aimed them at the girl, treating her with suspicion.

"Who are you? Get out of the way." The second-tier cultist frowned and drew his longsword.

At this moment, Hilti adjusted her breathing and shook her head in refusal.

"I should be the one asking you who you are and why you're doing this."

"Such a thing? Ha." Hearing this naive question, he and his companion couldn't help but laugh.

"Did you just leave your parents' arms? Why are you asking others why? It's none of your business." He was gradually getting a clearer look at Siltia's face.

"Since you're not bad looking, why don't you come with us?"

"If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for stupidly charging over here." With that, he and his companion spurred their horses forward, preparing to throw the girl off her horse and capture her.

However, as they charged forward, the aura of the girl before them suddenly changed, rising from the first level they had observed to the third level. Under the intense suppression of her sexual aura, their warhorses became restless, and with the girl as the center, the emerald green grass spread outwards like waves.

This was not the end. Numerous vines spread like a fence throughout the entire group, until they completely surrounded the more than 800 people.

The emerald vines intertwined and climbed upwards, stretching out like a wall. Then, eerie, blood-red thorns bloomed on the vine branches, gradually blocking and filling their vision.

It was only at this moment that the cultists in the group realized that something was wrong. They looked in astonishment at the black-haired girl standing on the hillside. They saw that her eyes were filled with emerald light, and the aura of natural life was spreading continuously, instantly turning the grass where they were standing into a cage of emerald vines.

"Who are you?!" A demonic cultivator strode out from the group, and behind him, a giant eyeball monster about four meters tall slowly emerged from the void.

An eerie purple light condensed in that eyeball and then shot out.

The dark purple light instantly engulfed the girl's figure. Just as the demonic cultivator felt a surge of joy, the girl emerged unharmed from the dark purple ray. An invisible barrier appeared around her body, and when the dark purple ray struck her, it instantly turned into fine sand and scattered.

"What is this?" The demon lord who commanded the bewitching demons was completely baffled by the situation until he met the girl's gaze.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and also the easiest channel to reach the soul's consciousness. This is the channel through which many secret techniques are performed, and also the most important gateway.

At first, he was excited because, as a member of the Hundred-Eyed Cult, he possessed powerful eye techniques. As long as he made eye contact with an enemy, he could maximize the effect of his eye techniques. Whether it was intimidation, illusion, or hypnosis, he had countless ways to make this girl submit.

Then, when he saw the girl's eyes, he was completely stunned.

What beautiful eyes they were! In their transparent blue pupils, it seemed as if thousands of grains of sand were flowing and countless starlight were shimmering and sublimating, as if a thousand words were being spoken and many scenes were unfolding within them.

Slowly, the demon wielder gave up resisting, and he lowered himself down, kneeling on one knee.

"Great One, I submit to you."

(End of this chapter)