Dark Fairy Tale: Will their desires be fulfilled?

As he spoke, he began to feel embarrassed, and a blush appeared on his face.

“Pfft~” After hearing what Allen said, Inoda immediately burst into laughter, “Hahahahaha! Are you trying to seduce me, an old woman who has lived for more than 20,000 years?!”

"You're not old at all!" Allen corrected subconsciously, and you're still very beautiful. The most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life...

He did not say the latter sentence, but buried it deep in his heart. How could a useless man who could only live for a few years have the qualifications to say this?

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore." Inoda put away her smile, snapped her fingers, and a black horse appeared in front of the two of them.

"This is?"

"It is true that you have to walk this distance, but you don't have to walk on foot. Come on, gentle and foolish heir!"

After Inoda jumped onto the saddle, she waved to Allen. She wanted to say something to Allen, who looked like a loser in life, but she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Anyway, I've learned a lot of interesting things from you. Maybe this trip won't be so boring after all."

Then, Inoda reached out and pulled the boy, who looked bitter for some reason, onto the horse. The thin boy got on the saddle and sat in front of Inoda, but he couldn't help but turn his head and stare.

The girl rode her horse across the wilderness, her silver braids rang with clear bell sounds, and she didn't know when she had lowered her long eyelashes.

Perhaps because of her hair color and eyes, the girl's beauty reminds people of a crystal clear moonlit night.

The two of them sitting on the saddle together looked like a perfect match, as if Allen had been by the girl's side for a long time.

The puppet "Alan" stood on the top of the tower and looked at the pair of people in the painting not far away. He couldn't help but be dazed. "Master, are your memories finally going to be awakened?"

The farther you get from the tower, the darker the light of the setting sun will become in front of the wilderness.

Night is about to fall at the exit of the holy land.

Inoda waved her hand, and a faint light appeared in front of the horse's nose. Looking at the light illuminating the road ahead, Allen couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Magic... it's really convenient."

"It's something that can be done anytime. If you want to burn something to ashes, you need to discuss it first."

"No need. Just having you by my side is enough."

Allen answered without hesitation. The girl looked down at him dumbfoundedly, but then she closed her eyes and smiled.

"You are so naive and stupid."

"What a coincidence, my stinky little sister also likes to call me 'stupid little brother'."

"Let's go, stupid heir."

The girl's horse carried Allen forward. When he was about to cross the exit of the holy land, Allen inadvertently looked back at the tall tower.

Looking closely, in the small darkness, the tower gate that should have existed disappeared, and was replaced by thick and ugly giant tentacles climbing upwards.

A huge eyeball appeared at the top of the tower, fixed on his eyes, filled with infinite hatred.

Allen couldn't help but shudder and turned his head.

In the wilderness, only the gray tentacle tower wall, which was the same as the surrounding area and continued to extend, remained.

Chapter 61: The Chizuru Witch Waits for Her

His forehead hit the ground heavily, and the dazzling light from the statue of the ancestor finally stopped until the blood had spread to Duke Howard's feet.

Duke Howard slumped on the ground as if relieved of a heavy burden. He never expected that his every move could be seen clearly by the ancestor who was in the deepest part of the holy land.

He stared at the ceiling with lingering fear. If the First Ancestor had not shown mercy, he and Miss Tina would have turned into ghosts in the holy land.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at his Duchess, but her hair was disheveled and her blue pupils looked dull and absent-minded. She no longer had the vigor and ambition of the past.

I didn't expect that Miss Tina suffered a more severe blow than me... Duke Howard rubbed his broken forehead, blood oozing from between his fingers.

This is the punishment from the First Ancestor, and I can no longer be as stubborn as before and treat my own son as a sacrificial pawn...

After making up his mind, he had no time to care about Tina's mental state or his own injuries. He dragged his heavy body to push open the door, and under the astonished eyes of the servants, he ordered all the guards in the Duke's mansion to gather, and then marched towards the chapel in a mighty manner to protect Allen's safety.

He couldn't help but worry. Following the tradition of his family ancestors, the longer one stayed in the holy land, the stronger the blood talent that could be awakened would be.

Thinking back to when he first performed this ritual, he was already the most gifted member of the tribe in nearly a hundred years, and yet he only stayed in the holy land for fifteen minutes.

But Allen had been there for an hour and a half!

What he was most worried about was that Allen had seriously strayed from the path of blood in the Holy Land. If that happened, he would lose the protection of the Holy Land and the path of blood baptism would be full of unknown dangers. Allen was not as good as Elsteen in swordsmanship and could encounter unexpected events at any time.

Duke Howard came impatiently with his guards to the door of the chapel. He signaled his men to wait outside the door and pushed the door open for him to enter.

The interior of the Samsara Church adopts a dome structure, with dozens of stone pillars supporting the top of the church. A cross-shaped hole is carved at the position of the altar, and sunlight penetrates through here to form a cross beam of light.

When I walked into the chapel, Qianzuru was kneeling in front of the cross, praying with her back to the door. The sunlight shone in from the high blinds, casting a shadow on the girl's long hair, which looked like a halo.

Duke Howard involuntarily slowed down his pace. The courage inspired by the ancestor before he came in disappeared in an instant, and he waited respectfully on the side.

The girl in front of him was a divine servant who guarded the Haimes clan. She had lived for more than 20,000 years and was a remnant of the Witch Era. Although she was permanently confined to this small church for some reason, the pressure emanating from her body was not something a mortal like him could withstand.

According to word of mouth among the older generation of the family, this divine servant had seen the most mysterious Witch Emperor in the Witch Palace more than 20,000 years ago.

After a while, Qian He finished praying and stood up with some effort. She saw Duke Howard standing in the distance and showed a disgusted expression as if she saw a stink bug. "Why, didn't you learn your lesson from that kick before?"

"I am grateful for your teachings, Lord Divine Servant." Duke Howard stepped forward and knelt on one knee. He wanted to kiss the Divine Servant girl's ring out of courtesy. However, when he looked up and saw the girl's increasingly cold eyes, he immediately gave up the idea.

"I came here this time to obey the order of the ancestor and welcome Allen back from the holy land. If I can't wait for Allen, please forgive me for the offense. I will lead the guards outside the door to break into the holy land and look for Allen." Duke Howard lowered his head and maintained a humble demeanor.

"Ancestor? Imperial decree?" Before Qianhe's voice fell, a loud roar was heard, and a hexagram magic circle emerged in the spacious hall. Countless tentacles squirmed and danced in the magic circle, and a mysterious "hehehe" laughter was emitted, as if celebrating the birth of a king.

The next moment, Allen's figure slowly emerged wrapped in dazzling white light.

Duke Howard was overjoyed to see his son return safely. He was finally able to save his and Miss Tina's lives and give an explanation to the First Ancestor!

Surprise and ecstasy appeared in Qianhe's eyes one after another. Did this descendant really get the King's Soul? !

She rushed to Duke Howard, who only had time to ask a question before Qianhe raised her right foot and kicked him out of the chapel again.

Let’s get this troublesome guy out of the way first!

"Stay outside! Don't come in without my order!!!"

The tone of this sentence was so loud that it brought Allen, who was still half asleep, back to reality.

"What kind of shrew has such a loud voice?"

After Allen landed from the hexagram magic circle, he turned his head subconsciously, and a figure in nun's clothes crashed into his arms.

The air in his lungs was squeezed out by the hug, and the pleasant scent of gardenia emanated from the ends of his hair and filled his nose, filling the air with an illusory scent.

"It's you! The girl in white!" Allen tightened his arms in disbelief. The warmth and softness in his arms convinced him that the scene before him was real, not a dream. The girl in his arms was indeed holding him.

This also means that he has finally successfully completed the blood baptism ceremony and returned to the outside world, and the ancestor has temporarily resided in his body as a soul contractor.

However, even if a beautiful woman took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, he would not be happy at all.

Because the First Ancestor once told him in the holy land that the divine servant girl Chizuru who was guarding the entrance of the holy land was actually a witch from more than 20,000 years ago!

He is a dangerous person imprisoned here by the First Ancestor!

Relying on her own cunning, she evaded the control of the First Ancestor and disguised herself as a divine maiden in the chapel to seduce the tribesmen who came for baptism, asking them to help her obtain the First Ancestor's soul in the tower, so as to break her own seal and escape from the chapel.

However, the First Ancestor could not easily explain this conspiracy to his tribe members.

On the one hand, the power of the ancestor was too great, and ordinary members of the tribe were knocked unconscious before the ancestor could even speak; on the other hand, the only channel for the ancestor to communicate with the outside world, the Samsara Church, had been controlled by the witch Chizuru.

In other words, currently only Allen knows the true identity of the God-Servant Girl.

"Heir!" Chizuru raised her head from his arms, a few strands of brown hair revealed under the nun's headscarf, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her warm and soft body pressed against Allen's chest, trembling slightly.

It was thrilling and grabbing.

Fear surged in Allen's heart, and he wanted to seek help from the ancestor in his body. However, after leaving the holy land, the ancestor never appeared in his mind again.

Just when he was at a loss and extremely terrified, that familiar voice finally reached his ears.

"Please cater to her," Inoda whispered in his mind.

Chapter 62: The Witch's Prelude

"I knew you could climb to the top of that tower! How about it, did you successfully obtain the last trace of the original ancestor's soul in this world?" Qianzuru couldn't suppress her inner excitement, so that the strength of her arms suddenly increased, making Allen breathless and his face flushed red.

"Descendant, I, I..." The girl spoke incoherently. After being imprisoned here for more than 20,000 years, she saw the hope of being free for the first time, which made the girl a little dizzy. She found that she almost strangled the descendant who could save her, and tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.

Noticing that the girl's arms had loosened, Allen immediately broke free from her restraints and took several steps away from her with lingering fear.

"Heir, you haven't answered my question yet. Have you got the king's soul?" Qianhe put the tip of her index finger on her lips and smiled with her head slightly tilted. Her deep blue eyes showed a condescending, cold and cruel look.

She can offer her purity to stay with you at one moment, and devour you without leaving any residue at the next moment, all just to fulfill her wish.

His temperament is fickle, and his emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness change in an instant, making people feel at a loss.

It was not until then that he experienced firsthand what a witch was.

Allen swallowed his saliva, tried his best to suppress his timid heartbeat, and carefully chose his words. "I did climb to the top of the tower, and was very close to the King's Soul, but I am only a mortal body, and I can't lift the King's Soul at all. If I take it away by force, the King's Soul's fire will only burn me to ashes."

There was not a single lie in what he said. Since she was a witch, it was very easy to judge whether a person was lying. He just deliberately did not mention the fact that he took the ancestor away from the holy land.

"I believe what you said, heir." Qianhe bowed slightly to cover up the coldness in his eyes, "So, what kind of blood talent have you awakened?"

Duke Howard, who was kicked out of the church, still refused to give up. He compared in his mind which one was more important, the ancestor or the divine servant. Although the two lived in the last era and had lived for more than 20,000 years, the ancestor was more reliable. He immediately led a group of family strongmen behind him. The lowest of them was a sequence 7 extraordinary person. Such a configuration was also a deterrent destructive force in any kingdom army on land. They prepared to storm the small church and take Allen away.

However, the door of the chapel was closed by Qianhe's magic, and the heavy door blocked out all sounds from the outside world.

In front of the statue, Chizuru, dressed in a nun's uniform, slowly walked towards Allen, her azure eyes fixed on him.

He really wanted to ask the ancestor in his body what he should do to escape from this witch. He had a vague feeling that the witch on the other side was using him as a material for a dark ritual.

Beads of sweat as big as beans oozed out of his forehead. Allen was forced to retreat step by step by the witch, but finally he had nowhere to retreat and his back was already pressed against the cold wall.

A ray of afterglow from the setting sun poured down from the narrow window, falling on the girl's changeable face, making it hard to see clearly.

"Master Ancestor, please come out quickly! Emergency rescue!"

Even though Allen shouted repeatedly in his heart, Inoda's voice still did not ring in his mind.

The only solution is what the ancestor said: "Catere to her."

How can I cater to this?

Allen was completely confused, but for now he could only trust the First Ancestor and take things one step at a time.

Allen's long silence made Qianhe's eyes sharper. Not only that, according to reason, since she had slept with him, he should have already fallen at her feet and obeyed her orders! He was asking her for a reward for sleeping with him.

Didn't the sisters say so in the past? They had more male lovers than the pig farmers had pigs!

"Speak up, heir. You seemed to be afraid of me from the beginning. Did someone say something to you in that tower?"

"No, no! I'm just a little tired after climbing the tower and don't want to talk. Can you let me take a breath first?" Allen said innocently.

Snapped!

A strong gust of wind blew towards him, and the witch's foot that kicked Duke Howard away twice arrived in front of Allen in an instant, and then stepped on the left side of his neck. The wall was even dented by it. You can imagine how powerful it is!

Allen swallowed hard, and looked at the furious witch with a weak body.

Chizuru kept her legs raised high, and her nun's robe fell to her thighs. Her well-proportioned and slender legs, although very muscular, were still beautiful, especially when tightly wrapped in white silk, showing their slender beauty.

The white hollow P-shaped and high-waisted rope design was very charming. It suddenly appeared in Allen's pupils without any warning, causing his body to have an uncontrollable excitement.

He didn't expect that the first time he was kicked by a girl in his life, it turned out to be a very dangerous witch.

He really wanted to activate his bloodline talent to "show you a look of disgust P times" to temporarily get rid of the witch's hostility and covetousness. Therefore, he tried his best to show his helplessness in the crisis at the beginning, and confessed his inner frustration and despair without reservation to trigger the conditions for activating his bloodline talent: being at the lowest point in his life and having no expectations for the future.

However, these white silk legs! These sexy pure white hollow straps! And those cold and disdainful eyes!

I've already shown you this with a look of disgust for the Pth time, okay! It's impossible to force the other person's thinking.

The plan failed. Now we can only see how the ancestor can turn defeat into victory.

The next moment, Qianzuru, dressed in a nun's uniform, put down her right leg, stood on tiptoes, put her cute little face close to him, and kissed him hard on the lips.

This kiss froze every winding airway in Allen's lungs, and white mist rose from the corners of his eyes.

After a long time, the two slowly separated, leaving a silver thread between their lips.

"Hmm? I see. Your awakened bloodline talent can be described as abnormal." Chizuru chewed seriously and immediately analyzed Allen's bloodline talent from his saliva.

At this moment, blood suddenly flowed from Allen's nose and dripped onto his chest.

A trace of confusion and puzzlement flashed across Allen's eyes. He had clearly not reacted so violently when he played base with her here before. Now, a mere kiss made him bleed from the nose in shame?

Then, a deep feeling of weakness swept over my whole body, and my nose bled profusely.