Dark Fairy Tale: Will their desires be fulfilled?

Qianhe was so angry that her teeth ached, but she had to suppress her rage and put on a smiling face to avoid irritating the sensitive self-esteem of this cowardly heir.

"You are so long-winded. As a descendant of the Haimes family, how can you back down here? Think carefully about the mission of your family. Is it really okay to just give up the power of the King's Soul and let those seven traitors outside who claim to be righteous gods continue to live happily and fool the world? They have taken away everything that belongs to your family!"

Qianhe spoke these heroic words in a gentle and persuasive manner.

However, Allen chose to continue playing badly. He was a very cautious person and never took risks. "I was born into a good family and became the son of the Duke of the North. It would be a pity if I died like this. I haven't experienced the sex life yet. I'd better stay here to enjoy the sights and then go back to being a loser."

“No one would come to this tower just for sightseeing! The top of the tower enshrines the unique king’s soul. You might even run into the ancestor of your clan there! It’s the ancestor! You stupid otaku!!!”

——Ancestor.

In the Second Era more than 20,000 years ago, there was an existence whose power was comparable to that of the Witch Emperor. He was also the supreme powerful being who led the seven righteous gods today to resist the tyrannical rule of the Witch Emperor.

However, because he was backstabbed by his former teammates and divided his king soul to advance to become a righteous god, in order to prevent the truth from being exposed and to prevent the ancestor from coming to the world again, he did not hesitate to spend tens of thousands of years to completely erase the ancestor's true name from this world.

So much so that the Haimes family has lost the record of the true name of their ancestor, and has only been protecting the holy land for generations to hold blood baptism ceremonies for their descendants.

This tall tower is the source of the blood baptism and also the abode of the remaining royal soul of the ancestor.

Allen shrugged and continued to complain to the girl in white robes, "It's really dangerous. What if we encounter a trap in the tower? There may be powerful monsters that specialize in expelling intruders. Aren't there such settings in those adventure novels?"

Qianhe let out a long sigh, her plump breasts rising and falling, "Don't you already have a blessing? This kind of power is enough to deal with those small characters in the tower."

"Blessing? What is that?" Allen said with a confused look on his face.

Qianhe curled her lips and explained impatiently: "Two women in the outside world are worried that you can't make it here, so they gave you a blessing that can give you powerful strength for a short period of time. If you don't believe it, you can try it now."

Allen clenched his fist doubtfully, then smashed it hard into an empty space.

Suddenly, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and a violent gust of wind directly lifted up the ground, and a big hole was smashed out in the open space.

Allen stared at the blue light emitting from his fist in disbelief, and a complex pattern of a magic circle faintly emerged.

"It must be my mother and my naughty sister! We have to rely on our family in critical moments!" Allen was overjoyed and tested the surging power in his body again and again.

"You're so strong! I envy you so much!"

Listening to the earth-shaking noises around him, Qianhe's eyes were filled with tears, and he clapped his hands stiffly. No matter how he looked at it, the frail and thin physique of this heir was obviously unable to perfectly control such a powerful blessing.

But it didn't matter. As long as she could trick him into entering the tower, the guy living on the top of the tower - her number one enemy for tens of thousands of years - would definitely not sit idly by and let this heir die in vain.

"Just charge into the tower with all your might. Once you obtain the Ancestral King's Soul at the top of the tower, you will have power a thousand times stronger than this!"

"Forget it. You just said there were two women out there who gave me this blessing? Something involving my stinky sister must be a conspiracy. She's not that kind to help me."

Allen said with a look of seeing through.

However, Qianzuru froze, unable to speak for a long time. Her clear pupils darkened instantly. Ah, there is no hope for this bastard. She might as well just kill him...

Killing him is easy, but how can she get back the purity she lost? If she gives up now, wouldn’t she have sacrificed her innocence in vain!!!

Chizuru inhaled and exhaled again, calming the raging emotions in her heart.

It took me a while to regain my sanity.

The next moment, she pulled down the right shoulder of her white robe completely, revealing her delicate jade-like collarbone. A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were extremely seductive.

In front of Allen, she took out a collar and put it around her neck, then played with the end of the collar chain in her hand and said softly: "As long as you can complete this blood baptism ceremony, you will be the owner of this chain..."

"Don't dream on. Do you think you can bribe me with this?" Allen dismissively pushed away Chizuru, who was looking surprised, and strode forward heroically. "Woman, get out of my way! I'm going to start climbing the tower!"

Chapter 47: The Remnants of the Witch Era

The tower walls are made of pale blue crystal, without any seams, extending all the way to the sky.

Allen raised his head and looked up at the far end that he couldn't see clearly. "If we climb up like this, it will take us forever."

However, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Since he has made such a boast in front of the girl in white robe, he has to climb up even if he has to kneel.

As long as he climbed up, he could lead the collar tied around the white-robed girl's neck and gallop across the battlefield or on horseback.

“Ancestors, bless me!”

He prayed silently, then pushed open the double doors and stepped into the tower.

He looked around and saw a wide circular hall. The center was an open space, and on the right hand side, he could see a passage leading upwards.

This passage was not a staircase, but a gentle slope that spiraled along the wall to the upper level. There was no sign of anyone else inside the tower, and Allen looked up into the tower.

According to the narration of the white-robed girl before she left, there are countless trials in the tower. As long as you overcome them one by one and climb to the top, you will obtain the last trace of the king's soul left by the ancestor in the world.

"The design is quite ingenious, but I hope there won't be any treasure chest monsters or red-eyed guys." Putting aside his meaningless fantasies, Allen took a step forward.

In front of the passage without handrails, a circular platform with a large stone slab could be seen. Allen began to walk up the passage.

The platform approaching was about the size of a small room, and rows of numbers were engraved on the stone slab in the middle. Allen thought as he walked.

There were countless tentacles on the platform floor, moving in the narrow space. Although there was no fence, the tentacles did not fall downstairs. I guess they had surrounded the platform with a magic barrier or something.

Gradually, his expression changed from confusion to surprise.

He discovered that this series of number combinations did not belong to this world at all. The first level of the trial was a math problem, and it was a calculus problem!

Could it be that the First Ancestor had also traveled through time like me? And he was also a well-read and well-informed top student like me!

With this question in mind, Allen successfully solved this challenging calculus problem in no time.

Allen reached out and touched the slate. A faint white light shone from where his fingers touched. He followed the path and wrote down the answer. Then the huge slate collapsed and disintegrated into sand.

At the same time, the group of tentacles that had just moved around his feet disappeared like a phantom.

Allen looked around with admiration, and only the sand hill remained on the platform.

"I see, this is what the trial is all about."

After successfully completing the first trial, Allen felt much more relaxed. He happily walked up the passage, eager to catch a glimpse of the ancestor and see who he really was.

......

A cold steel full moon hangs in the sky, and the wind flowing in from the top starry sky window always makes people feel inexplicably dry.

In the spacious room, books were piled up everywhere on the floor, looking messy. At this moment, a heavy voice came into the room.

"Master, the long-lost challenger of the Haines family has appeared."

The person standing in front of the door and saying this was a tall puppet.

The puppet was wearing heavy black armor and had a big sword on its waist. Its entire body was made of fired clay, and a pair of red eyes appeared in the airtight holes of its full-face helmet.

The armor was covered with scars and dents, as if it had been through countless wars.

The puppet remained kneeling on one knee, glancing at the empty dining table, which only had a steaming teacup on it.

The teacup had been placed there an hour ago, but it hadn't cooled down at all.

The scene before him lacked the tower's owner, who was supposed to be there. However, the puppet immediately received a response.

"Have those brats from the Haines family finally bred a pure bloodline? How strange! I thought they had forgotten about this tower a long time ago."

"Three thousand years ago, a descendant of pure blood came to challenge. However, he could not solve the problem on the first stone tablet, and he was expelled because he used up all the time for the bloodline ritual."

The mechanisms in the tower are changed regularly, and ever since the initial trial became that question, the number of challengers who cannot even break through the first level has increased.

They certainly didn't expect that the high tower trial leading to the soul of the ancestor king would actually test their knowledge of mathematics. This was undoubtedly a major setback for the martial artists who were devoted to practicing swordsmanship.

For thousands of years, since challengers have been scarce, it is understandable that the tower owner would have the illusion that no one comes to challenge him.

The puppet focused its consciousness and sensed the aura of the challenger far below.

"This time, the challenger is just a twelve-year-old boy, and he seems to have climbed the tower quite smoothly. Do you want to go and check on him?"

"Just because he solved a math problem I gave him doesn't mean he is the one I'm waiting for. Let's wait until he arrives here."

"learn."

As a remnant of the Witch Era, she must lurk behind the scenes of history. She stayed here honestly because she didn't want to break her promise to someone, not to mention that the world is now controlled by those seven traitors who claim to be righteous gods. She doesn't intend to cross the line.

She emphasized her position in a cold voice.

"Go ahead, Allen. Once the challenger fails, we will deal with it according to the previous rules."

"As ordered."

A dry wind blew. After the puppet called Allen disappeared, the girl remained in a completely inverted position, floating above the ceiling and tilting her head. Then she pressed the page she had just opened and murmured:

"Although the climb was smooth, everyone was stuck at the first irritable priestess."

......

The fiercely roaring fist wind crushed the gargoyle's huge body.

There was no blood splattering on its body as expected. The ferocious gargoyle maintained the posture of pouncing on the intruder and fell to the ground like a man-made object.

While Allen was throwing punches, he was observing the body that was a size larger than a horse.

"The gargoyles in this world are nothing more than this. They can be considered a warm-up exercise." Allen felt the blessing power bestowed upon him by his mother and his stinky sister from the outside world. As long as he wanted, he could unleash powerful and majestic moves.

He would never have dared to think about this before, but now, with this power and his rich knowledge from his previous life, it seems that climbing to the top of the tower is not a difficult task.

"Is there no one who can fight?" Allen put his hands on his hips and laughed arrogantly.

However, after setting the goal, he was knocked unconscious by a heavy object the next second.

A sinister and cruel low laugh came from the depths of the darkness on this level, and the twisted and sharp tone exuded extreme excitement.

There seemed to be a sound of drooling.

"Finally...finally another blasphemer comes to confess to me. I must use all the torture techniques I have learned throughout my life to teach him one by one, make him kiss the tip of my shoe, shed tears to me, confide in me, and submit to me..."

A woman walked up to Allen with a smile.

She was wearing a pure white priest robe, and her long hair was wrapped in a hood, with only a few strands of purple hair hanging down, slightly curled and sticking to her cheeks.

That face was truly the most beautiful among women, except for the pair of eyes that sparkled with pink hearts that revealed a hint of morbidity.

At this moment, her body suddenly spasmed a few times, and she hugged her wide robe tightly with her arms and squatted on the ground.

"Holy water... my holy water is overflowing! That's right, there must be an extremely ugly sin hidden in the heart of this person in front of me, and he needs me... I will purify him!"

She stroked her hot cheeks with her hands, the pink hearts in her eyes almost jumped out, and her twisted gaze was fixed on the sleeping Allen.

At the same time, the holy water she mentioned soaked the hem of her robe, slowly flowing onto the ground and onto Allen's face...

"Then, in the name of Grand Priest Olivia of the Church of Reincarnation, I declare this interrogation to begin!"

Chapter 48 Priestess's Interrogation Time

Wow...

The cold water in the basin poured over his head, and the icy pain spread along the wound on his forehead, forcing the unconscious Allen to open his eyes with difficulty, and his vision became clear from blurry.

What came into view was a dark and damp dungeon, with only a heavy iron door leading to the outside world. A chandelier hung from the ceiling of the room, emitting a dim light.

"I am... in..."

His eyes widened as memories flooded into his mind, realizing his situation.

"I was careless... Damn it..."

He should have climbed the tower more carefully, but he became complacent because of the power of blessing, and eventually the enemy took advantage of him and knocked him out and trapped him here.

He subconsciously wanted to struggle, but suddenly found that his current posture was extremely humiliating:

In the middle of the cell stood a pillar as thick as two men, and his thin body was bent into a kneeling position, with his thighs and thin calves in tight breeches tied tightly together with ropes.

Not only that, his legs were spread out to the left and right, tied tightly to the wooden pillar, and handcuffed with two leg irons connected to the ground, making him unable to move.

There were two cold iron chains, one connected Allen's neck to an iron ring above the pillar, and the other connected to the shackles behind his neck.

His two arms were shackled and locked behind his back, making him unable to move at all.

The neck is tied with a metal collar. Any attempt to relax or lean forward will tighten the chain behind the head, compressing the throat and causing a slight suffocation.

Fearing that he would break free, the enemies shortened the chains so that they dug deeply into his flesh. Red and purple marks had already appeared on his fair and tender skin, causing Allen's legs and arms to feel hot, itchy and painful.

Not only that, coupled with his inability to change posture and the blood not being able to circulate smoothly due to the tight bondage, his legs became extremely numb, as if countless ants were crawling on them.

"What a beautiful boy, are you finally awake?"

The woman's teasing laughter sounded behind him. With the tapping sound of her high heels, the woman bent down slightly in front of him.

His long purple hair was loose, and his curvy figure almost burst the priest's robe.

She has a beautiful and mature appearance, and her pupils, which are the same color as her hair, reveal a beauty that can capture a person's soul at any time.