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Chapter 869 393: Challenging Two Fleets Alone

The swarm surged madly, only to be halted by a sudden silver barrier. Amidst the Blood God's roars, the figures of two people gradually faded...

When Ye Qingzhou opened his eyes again, he found himself in a crystal palace.

The ceiling was a flowing galaxy, the floor reflecting countless worlds.

"This place is..."

"My Divine Kingdom." The Night God removed her light veil, revealing a face as serene as moonlight. "You have three days to recover."

Ye Qingzhou's expression was grave. "The doomsday horn has sounded?"

The Night God was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and touched his chest, where a blood-colored rune was slowly eroding his vitality. "The Blood God was once an Emperor Realm powerhouse..."

She whispered, "But He failed, and even His divine format and will became war trophies for the Emperor Slayer, forged into a divine weapon..."

"This I know."

Ye Qingzhou frowned.

The Night God revealed what she knew: "The Blood God was forged into the Sinful Blood Tuli Sword... Divine artifacts have spirits, and the Blood God's emperor will wasn't completely erased. So He used the Thirteen Holy Kings, leveraging the oath between humans and gods, to transfer part of His shackles onto the entire Blood Race. Now, His plan has succeeded."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhou realized: "It seems the Blood God's constant resurrection and repeated slaughter were intentional, a method to weaken the shackles left by the Emperor Slayer on Him."

"Indeed."

The Night God nodded. "The Path of Blood is a subordinate principle to the Path of Creation, blending parts of slaughter, Taiyin, and the Path of Destruction. Although suppressed by the high principle of the Path of Creation, the Blood God gained many unique abilities from this, such as the blood oath and blood feast, both using specific rituals to sever, transfer, or strengthen His origin."

"You've witnessed the effect of the blood oath, while the effect of the blood feast is to allow the Blood God to re-ascend to the Emperor Realm through a sacrificial ritual."

"We must stop His madness..."

Ye Qingzhou's sword brows furrowed deeply, and a sense of foreboding filled his heart. "A massive death toll will impact the Celestial Vein Barrier in the Spiritual Realm, which might be exploited by the watchful Void Divine Dynasty."

At this moment, high above the Land of Canaan, the buzzing of the swarm was faintly audible.

The light of the blood moon was gradually dyeing the entire Harp Sea red.

The pale moon hung high, consuming the sun's radiance, enveloping the entire world in a strange blood-colored mist. The earth trembled, the air thick with the scent of decay and rust, as if even the wind were lamenting.

In the Holy City of the Edifis Religious State, the once magnificent Golden Hall now lay in ruins.

Thirteen golden coffins floated in the air, their lids long shattered, and the primordial blood inside squirmed like living creatures, greedily devouring all surrounding vitality.

Plants withered, birds and beasts turned to mummies, even rocks crumbled into ash under the erosion of the blood mist.

The Blood God was immersed in the joy of newfound freedom.

His power seeped from the coffins, transforming into countless crimson threads that stretched in all directions.

Each thread connected to a life, draining their flesh, soul, and very existence. The entire Land of Canaan was being transformed into pure destructive energy.

And this was only the beginning.

In the deepest part of the Holy City, within the Blood Temple, a shadowy figure slowly took shape.

It had no fixed form, shifting between an unparalleled handsome youth and a majestic ancient emperor, but the eyes remained unchanged — a dazzling, perfect pair akin to red rubies.

"Finally..."

The Blood God's voice was deep and hoarse, echoing in the empty hall. He raised his hand, and in his palm appeared a mass of pitch-black energy, plundered from the Land of Canaan as the origin of destruction.

"Just a bit more to consume... and I can completely sever the shackles of the Emperor Slayer."

His gaze pierced through the void, seemingly seeing into the distant past — the existence sealed in the depths of the river of time.

The Emperor Slayer, who once suppressed his world, destroyed the Blood Spirit Civilization he created, even stripped him of his emperor status, divine format, and divine power origin, forging them into the Sinful Blood Tuli Sword.

"But this time..."

The Blood God's lips curled into a cold smile.

"I'll make you my weapon."

The Blood God's will spread instantly throughout the Western Pole Kingdom with the chimes of the Blood-Colored Sanctuary.

"Slaughter..."

"Let fear spread..."

"Let death become my nourishment!"

Harp Sea, P Island Naval Base, in the office of the Third Fleet's commander, Horn.

Adjutant Claire wiped a bloodstained dagger, standing over the steadily cooling body of the commander.

"This is the fate of those who refuse to follow the god's decree."

She smiled at the terrified officers. "Now, I order..."

A sudden scream came from outside the window.

On the cruiser anchored at the port, sailors exploded one after another. Their blood surged into the sky, gathering into a giant vortex in the moonlight. In the center of the vortex, the shadowy visage of the Blood God loomed.

"Still not enough..."

The low voice echoed in every living person's mind.

"I need more death... more despair..."

Claire knelt piously, unaware that her nails were turning black and lengthening, resembling the limbs of an insect.

Thus, all fleet commanders who refused to follow the Blood God's decree were brutally massacred, and command was taken over by the Blood God's followers.

Under the impetus of the divine decree, the two major fleets of the Western Pole Kingdom mobilized, with warships setting sail, aircraft launching, and cruise missiles and heavy bombs fully armed, initiating an indiscriminate massacre on the surrounding areas.