Chapter 139: The Inevitable Descent! {Bonus Chapter}
"Please, I will talk, I will talk no more, no more."
"Don’t kill me anymore, I beg you. Whatever you ask, I will answer."
The twin priests banged their heads on the scorched earth, begging and sobbing. The eerie overlap in their voices was long gone.
The ethereal superiority that gave them the transcendent aura of being above all life, ingrained into their bones, was long worn away.
How couldn’t it? How many times had they experienced gruesome, painful deaths?
They’d lost count, but the brutal consistency had slowly worn their edge out. Their minds had fractured, and they couldn’t take anymore.
That aside, they could feel their source dwindling. The blood reserves definitely couldn’t suppress their undying nature for too long.
And the fear of death that once seemed absent in their hearts slowly reared its head.
They knew if this continued any longer, they would die for real!
Seth stared at the groveling twin priests, his eyes flashing with cold amusement. "Like I said, a few more deaths will lighten your tongues."
The two nodded fervently, not daring to dispute...
"Good. So speak. What were you guys trying to summon?" Seth’s demeanor went cold as he asked.
"Summon?" The two priests echoed in confusion, glancing at themselves in lack of understanding.
Seth frowned, his fists pulsing bright. "Do you take me for a fool?"
Both figures trembled at the sight, quickly shaking their heads, slamming their foreheads to the earth in a bow.
"W-we swear, sir, we are not summoning anything. We were only honoring the Descent!"
Seth, who was already gathering a punch, halted. His eyes flashed, his mind unraveling what they meant.
It seemed he had gotten the wrong context. These guys weren’t sacrificing people in preparation for a summon of any kind. They were only doing it in honor of whatever they knew was coming.
Not only did this make their actions more vile, it made the situation countless times worse than anticipated.
After all, everyone was under the mentality that once the refugees were saved, whatever ritual was being commenced to facilitate the Descent would be null.
But they were wrong. The ritual was never necessary for the Descent. A sense of foreboding washed over Seth.
"Who is descending..." Seth asked hurriedly.
At this question, the twin priests’ demeanor became even more fervent and righteous. "It is not who, it is the blood world that is descending. The gods said this world is currently too weak to facilitate their existence, so they were going to paint their Divine Realm here on earth!"
Seth’s frown deepened, his heart raced. If this world couldn’t facilitate their existence, didn’t that mean Awakened rank and beyond?
But what did they mean by painting their divine realm on earth... were they going to force the evolution of earth?
Couldn’t be. Seth doubted native races would have the knowledge or resources to do so.
So what did that mean?
Glancing at the high priests before him, Seth doubted they even understood what this meant, so he didn’t bother to ask.
He just stared at the sky, glancing at the position of the moon. Seth guessed midnight was near.
He was in a dilemma. Should they stay or just leave?
On one hand, their mission seemed to have been completed. On the other, these foreign races were still a threat to earth. If they descended, they still had a duty to at least attack them. Even if they couldn’t completely eradicate them, dealing a heavy blow would be nice.
But therein lay the problem. Seth couldn’t measure these beings based on the standards of the Duskreaver ancestors.
The origins’ words echoed in his mind: Humans were at the bottom of the food chain.
This alone signaled these figures would be on another level. But Seth couldn’t gauge how large that gap would be.
He and his friends had about a dozen minutes to reign free with their full prowess, lower if they activated their gene skills to the utmost limit.
With that, they should be able to at least escape if things went awry, right?
Making up his mind, he pressed on the transmission earbud in his ear. With a static crackle, it connected to the five others.
"Guys, change of plans. Elaine, focus on getting the refugees as far away from Killdeer Mountain as possible...
The rest, brace yourselves for battle. I think the Bloodborne race is descending. Be ready to retreat in a moment’s beat. Our main focus is information. We can’t go back empty-handed."
He relayed through transmission. Only after getting affirmative replies from all five did he let go.
The twin priests before him listened to this, and a malicious glint flickered in the depths of their eyes.
They were confident that the moment the gods descended, Seth and whoever his accomplices were would be put in their place.
How dare they blaspheme the temple of blood? How dare they snatch the food of the gods?!
They would surely pay!
This was the last thought that ever entered their minds.
Seth, having gotten the information he needed, acted. His pulsing fists swept forth.
Their eyes bulged, terror sinking into their bones. They tried to tap into the source blood... but it was empty.
This time their deaths would be permanent... and they were.
A beam of blue tore through their figures, blasting unimpeded through their frames, reducing them to nothing along with the terrain behind them.
Seth took to the skies, filtered waves of his will propelling him through space.
Standing in the skies, he stared at the moon... squinting. "It should be about... now."
In tandem, a pressure infiltrated the air, a sanguine fog steaming from the earth.
Seth’s heart raced uncontrollably. He could feel an unknown presence causing his blood to begin to flow in reverse.
He frowned, mobilizing his essence to take back control of his blood streams.
He stared in wary light as a sanguine hue slowly burned into the atmosphere, a shuddering aura bleeding into reality.
The flow of blood across the battlefield began to rise in the air in droplets. The surviving few of the Blood Order saw this sight and immediately collapsed into a bow.
A wave of swirling, tumultuous blood-red clouds Seth had never seen before bloated the sky...
Instinctively, he knew. This was the Dscent of the Bloodborne race.
And if their aura was already this stifling, Seth could already understand why the origin had stated...
Humans were at the bottom of the food chain...
