Man on the ark, forced to become king

"Heh, heh heh, it's no use. The blood feast has already begun. Even if the Demon King himself comes, he can't stop it. Hahahaha, feel the carnival of blood!"

Perhaps realizing that he had reached a dead end and had nowhere to escape, the Blood Demon Noble laughed maniacally and stopped struggling. His body melted like jelly, and he fell into the blood flowing on the ground along with his clothes.

"A feast of blood?"

Lin Lu glanced at the flowing blood at her feet, then turned her head to look in another direction. There, a woman in a white dress stood several dozen meters away, her long, light pink hair swaying slightly as she calmly watched them.

"He said even if you come in person, there's nothing he can do. Do you have any ideas, Your Majesty the Demon King?"

Although she had never seen her in person, Theresa's appearance was widely known in Kazdel, and in some places one could even see statues and stone carvings of her. Her pink hair and sharp horns, which were different from other Sarkaz, could almost be considered the mark of the Sarkaz royal family. Therefore, Lin Lu recognized at first glance who this woman who was able to approach this place so silently was.

The Golden Tree, after its growth, brought a considerable amount of power feedback. Although it was still far from returning to its peak, Lin Lu felt that her current strength was acceptable, at least enough that not just anyone could easily evade her senses.

With such a striking appearance and formidable strength, who else could it be but the Demon King of this era?

“He’s right. Blood Demons’ witchcraft is known for its madness. They will even sacrifice themselves to the spell. Once it’s activated, it can’t be easily undoed. I really have no way to deal with it.”

Theresa smiled and shook her head, saying there was nothing she could do, but she didn't seem to take this so-called feast of blood seriously.

She certainly had the right to be arrogant, after all, the Demon King was already the strongest person in the entire Sarkaz race on the surface.

"Are we just going to leave it like this? What's the point of this thing anyway?"

Under the protection of the black flames, even the surrounding blood could not get close. Since Theresa didn't care, Lin Lu naturally didn't care either. He was now a little curious. First, there were elite operators, and now the leader himself had appeared. What exactly did Babel want?

"Kal'tsit thinks highly of you."

The pale pink pupils reflected the flickering black and white flames. Theresa's gentle smile gradually faded, and dark particles faintly emerged from the void on her right hand, forming an outline resembling armor.

Her steps were slow, yet they carried a heavy, mountain-like pressure. Her slender body seemed as majestic as a towering mountain, as if even the air itself was avoiding her presence.

"Your flames are extremely dangerous."

His Majesty the Demon King stopped a dozen meters away, seemingly somewhat wary, and did not continue forward.

"Highly rated?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Lu's expression immediately turned strange, and she almost burst out laughing.

Kal'tsit suffered a double loss, losing all her operators and even being captured herself. And yet she was still highly praised?

Is this guy a masochist?

"This is the first time in recent years that she has praised someone so highly. To be honest, I was skeptical of her description before we actually met, but after meeting her, I felt that her description might have been more conservative."

A burning black flame landed on Theresa's fingertip, burning silently. She gazed at the flame, her eyes seemingly reflecting half the world, her gaze profound.

"What kind of fire is this?"

"It? Its name is—the Hunting God, the meaning of which should be self-explanatory."

The black flames were not ordinary flames that could spread at will. Once the power was lost, all the flames that split off from the source would extinguish at the same time. Therefore, after Lin Lu released the black flame prayer, the seemingly fierce black and white flames suddenly stopped, disappearing in large patches like patterns erased by an eraser, and finally vanished without leaving a trace.

Without the restraint of the black flames, the blood flowing on the ground became increasingly concentrated, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air. All the corpses were covered in blood and dissolved inside, providing support for the further expansion of the blood pool.

Perhaps it has reached a critical point?

For a fleeting moment, Lin Lu suddenly felt that the wildly expanding pool of blood had come to life. It had become a sentient being, rather than a passive, inanimate object. Dozens, even hundreds, of scarlet stingers emerged from the blood, dancing wildly, adding to the eeriness of the scene.

Near the center of the blood pool, the blood surged and swelled out of thin air, forming several large blood cocoons.

"The effect of the Blood Feast is to melt all living things within the area into blood that can be controlled by the Blood Demon. Whether strong or weak, they will be mixed together indiscriminately. Under the influence of the sorcery, crazy and bloodthirsty monsters will be born. It is one of the most notorious blood demon sorceries on the battlefield, and once it is activated, it will not stop unless every drop of blood is removed."

Ascalon explained the purpose of the so-called 'Feast of Blood' in a low voice, staring at the several large blood-red cocoons that had been formed, his eyes filled with disgust.

"Furthermore, the blood demons who die during the Blood Feast will be resurrected through witchcraft. They still have the opportunity to regain their true form. However, if multiple blood demons maintain the same witchcraft, their memories will overlap and press against each other after death. No one knows what will ultimately appear. This is one of the sources of the idea of ​​immortality."

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"It sounds like a suicidal move."

Ascalon's words were brief, but enough to give people an understanding of the core of this witchcraft.

To put it bluntly, isn't it just forcibly breaking down and fusing the life forms inside the witchcraft, ultimately creating monsters that cannot be born in nature?

It is somewhat similar to the oldest life furnace, but its effects are far inferior.

Moreover, the effects of this kind of witchcraft are probably only effective against the weak and cannot harm the truly strong. Just like when Lin Lu surrounded herself with black flames, the blood formed by the witchcraft could not even get close, let alone forcefully merge with her.

The Blood Demon's claim that "even the Demon King himself couldn't do anything" only meant that the Demon King couldn't forcibly stop the already activated sorcery. In reality, the effects of the Blood Feast had absolutely no effect on Theresa.

She was just standing there, and the weight she carried exceeded the sum of all the witchcraft. The moment those pale pink eyes turned over, Lin Lu felt as if she had nowhere to hide, as if all her secrets and thoughts were revealed to her without any doubt, in every detail.

The only one present who could be affected by witchcraft was Ascalon, but it was only an effect.

Tentacles emerging from the blood attempted to entangle her body and drag her into it, but were mercilessly severed by the blade the instant they got close.

"Your Majesty, isn't that rather impolite?"

Being stared at like that made Lin Lu somewhat unhappy. He could feel an invisible and intangible force permeating the surroundings, attempting to invade his body and probe his thoughts. That must be the origin of the rumors that the Demon King could 'peep into people's hearts'. Mind reading might be one of the Demon King's abilities.

However, while such a thing might be acceptable for ordinary soldiers, using it on a powerful individual would be extremely offensive. If it were used on someone with a bad temper, it wouldn't be impossible for them to start a fight on the spot. This seems to contradict the reputation of this Demon King.

Lin Lu felt none of the rumored gentleness or the so-called warmth like the sun during their first encounter; in fact, he felt a strange sense of disgust.

No one likes having their thoughts spied on, and regardless of success or failure, such behavior is itself a provocation.

"Feel sorry."

Theresa's expression was very complicated, a mixture of fear and admiration, and also a hint of... anticipation?

As her words fell, the overwhelming aura that had enveloped the entire venue quietly dissipated and vanished without a trace. She bowed slightly, as if apologizing. Without the oppressive aura that had accompanied her, she looked like a truly fragile young girl. It was only at this moment that Lin Lu focused her attention on her appearance for the first time.

Pink hair, pink eyes, a gentle face tinged with a hint of inexplicable compassion—she possessed the charm of a girl next door. Her figure wasn't tall, even appearing somewhat petite, which subconsciously evoked a desire to protect her.

From appearance to temperament, she is simply impeccable.

Lin Lu had to admit that this woman was practically a perfect match for his ego!

Time has left no mark on her; instead, it has added a sense of tranquility that comes with the passage of years. Looking at her is like looking at a candle flame—warm, yet potentially extinguished at any moment, making one instinctively want to protect her and hold her in one's hands.

From the moment Lin Lu truly saw Theresa, he had a thought in his mind—he had to have this woman; she was just too irresistible! She was exactly his type!

"Cough, it's alright, it's alright, just be more careful next time."

If the other party were a big, muscular guy, Lin Lu would have reason to let her know why the Black Flame is called the 'Fire of Hunting Gods' just for this kind of invasion of privacy.

But what can you do when this woman is so damn sweet-looking?

Who isn't a sucker for good looks? So what if there are double standards? People are always more tolerant of beautiful things, and Lin Lu is no exception.

"Well then, nice to meet you. I am Theresia, and it is a pleasure to meet you, leader of the Golden Tree."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too. May I call you by your name?"

Licking her lips, Lin Lu smiled and stepped forward, intending to shake hands with the princess to demonstrate the friendly contact between the Tower of Babel and the Golden Tree. However, before she could get close, she was blocked in front of Ascalon, who looked wary.

"Step back, Ascalon."

Theresa smiled gently and gestured for Ascalon to step back. Their hands clasped lightly and then parted just as quickly, creating a harmonious atmosphere as if the tense feeling that they might have been about to fight had never existed.

The boiling blood and the bursting witchcraft seemed to serve as nothing more than a backdrop to their meeting, offering no real prestige whatsoever.

However, it still affected my mood to some extent.

Lin Lu frowned slightly, glancing unhappily at the restless crimson cocoon not far away. Her earlier desire to see what kind of monster this thing could give birth to vanished without a trace.

Such an eyesore should be removed as soon as possible.

He raised his hand, and a burning fireball materialized from the top of his head, like a rising sun. It quickly expanded to a diameter of more than two meters and slowly drifted toward the blood cocoon.

boom! ! !

The seemingly slow progress actually suppressed this terrifying power. The fireball collided with the blood cocoon, and the intense temperature suddenly erupted. The violent flames burst out almost frantically, burning along the flowing blood.

The evil god's fire, capable of burning life, is simply the nemesis of blood demon witchcraft. The strange life force contained in the blood is violently devoured, becoming fuel to fuel the flames, not to mention that Lin Lu had deliberately charged up her power.

This round of fireballs almost completely drained his remaining energy, and his face turned pale for a moment.

The so-called inability to stop or destroy is only relative. If life and spirit are burned together, and the entire blood lake is completely burned, can the blood demon consciousness hidden within it still survive out of thin air?

Immortality is merely a matter of insufficient power; there is no such thing as true immortality.

Even if it is truly powerful enough to revive after being burned like that, there are still even more powerful creatures waiting to come.

Lin Lu placed her fingers on the black knife tucked at her waist, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of her lips.

He was curious to see just how powerful this so-called ancient witchcraft was. If there really was something that could stop the burning of the evil god's flames, then he wouldn't mind showing the other party what 'destined death' truly meant.

Even immortal gods will fall, and long-lived demigods will perish under the blade.

Those who walk alongside the flame will eventually meet their destined death...

Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Demon King's Invitation

May I call you by your name?

When asked this question suddenly, Theresa was taken aback for a moment before she realized what was going on, and a strange look flashed in her eyes.

Since ascending the throne, some have respected her, some have hated her, some have seen her as a source of hope, and some have despised her weakness, but none have ever felt this way.

It's as if the leader of the Golden Tree doesn't really care about the Demon King, the leader of Babel, or the Sarkaz hero, but simply about 'Theresia' herself.

She is the individual named Theresa, stripped of all her halos.