Chapter 1102 - 578: Scheming Against the Venerable, the Saint Heir’s Shock and Fury

Very soon.

Zhang Hehua and Eduardo ascended to the first layer of the Descent Altar together.

The altar is divided into four layers in total; apart from the native demons, that is, demons not transformed by reincarnation blood sacrifice, only others are permitted to ascend the first layer.

Observing the altar up close, Zhang Hehua faintly detected an indescribable scent of blood.

This was not sensed by the nose.

But rather by a supernatural sense of smell.

Although she was an ordinary person, having undergone several blood sacrifices and regularly consuming food imbued with trace amounts of supernatural power, she surprisingly awakened some perceptive superpower traits.

She focused her attention on the pure white material and vaguely noticed it glimmering with a hint of red.

Zhang Hehua instantly realized there was an overwhelming probability that the stones used to build the altar were refined from living humans or contained human-refined components.

This altar was so massive, exceeding fifty meters in diameter; how many innocent lives were consumed in the material processing?

Ten thousand?

Or thirty thousand?

Zhang Hehua perfectly controlled the quiver within her heart, merely smiling and saying, "Ed, the carvings on the altar are truly exquisite, undoubtedly the work of a master."

Eduardo nodded absentmindedly, "Correct, I heard the carvers are craftsmen from the Holy Race who have over two hundred years of experience in building altars."

Zhang Hehua realized suddenly, "No wonder it’s so impressive."

Eduardo’s lips moved, initially wanting to mention that the demons’ artisans used carving knives made from the leg bones of living people, with the painful spirits of the owners sealed within each knife.

The process of making the carving knife is more brutal than many blood sacrifices; an ordinary person would have nightmares just at a glance.

These knives have a name—Pain Carving Knife.

Only by using the Pain Knife can the carving be endowed with unique power, thereby making the altar stronger.

Yet Eduardo ultimately said nothing.

Zhang Hehua, walking leisurely and outwardly appreciating the carvings, touched the patterns with her hand.

Two demons cloaked in human skin on the second level immediately noticed her actions.

However, they merely took a glance at Zhang Hehua and then withdrew their gaze.

Because the altar material had reached the level of first-level Exotic Material, harder than steel.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t withstand the pressure from the descent of the Saint Heir.

The two demons, merely warriors, did not detect the strange supernatural imprints stealthily entering the altar’s interior.

The imprints resemble cicadas, something not seen on Canglan Star for many years.

This was, of course, something Yang Fan had devised.

After the cicada print merged into the altar, its form quickly transformed, soon becoming one with the altar.

Thirty seconds later.

Zhang Hehua withdrew her hand, stopping her caressing of the altar’s carvings.

In her heart, she breathed a deep sigh of relief, for the important task entrusted to her by His Excellency was now completed.

On the other hand.

In her heart, Zhang Hehua admired His Excellency even more.

She, right under the noses of so many demons, subtly tampered with the altar, and the demons didn’t even notice.

In truth.

This was precisely because Yang Fan’s control over the demon ways was profoundly deep, allowing an ordinary person to accomplish such an incredible feat.

At this moment.

Zhang Hehua looked to Eduardo, softly saying, "Ed, shall we go rest for a bit?"

The master of Azure Palace had long been unwilling to stay on this ghastly altar, and upon hearing this, quickly nodded, "Alright!"

Under the watchful eyes of a group of demons, the two descended from the altar, crossed the spacious square, entered the adjacent lounge.

Trailing behind.

A demon with a hooked nose and human skin turned its vertical pupils, "Why do I feel Eduardo’s mental state seems a bit off?"

A nearby short and plump demon shared its opinion, "Captain Jima checked using a Secret Technique, and it seems Eduardo was favored by the World Will of Canglan Star, with a trace of power lingering in his soul."

The hooked-nose demon realization dawned, "I understand, no wonder Eduardo has always resisted the reincarnation blood sacrifice."

World Will and demons are sworn enemies like water and fire, for demons’ mission is to destroy each civilization world, and the World Will is the greatest victim.

With a trace of World Power lingering in the soul of the master of Azure Palace, he would naturally have instinctive resistance toward demons.

The hooked-nose demon continued, "Once the Saint Heir descends upon Canglan Civilization, it’s better to blood sacrifice Eduardo directly."

In this demon’s eyes, once the Saint Heir arrives, Canglan Star will be the realm of demons, where they can do as they please.

A mere national leader is no different from pigs and dogs, after all.

The short and plump demon, however, had other thoughts, "Eduardo’s mistress, her soul seems a bit different, and I want to toy with it when the time comes."

The fate of a human woman being toyed with by demons is naturally unbearably tragic, and dying quickly is indeed a blessing.

The two demons exchanged glances, both filled with anticipation for the events to come.

We’ve been constrained in the Federation for so long, now that the Saint Heir has arrived, finally, we can hold our heads high!

Five minutes later.

"Boom!"

A sound, half-real and half-illusory, echoed from underground, resonating in everyone’s ears.

Inside the lounge.

Eduardo stood up, "Let’s go, it’s time to witness the ceremony!"

Zhang Hehua held his arm, following him outside.

Many Federation dignitaries were invited this time, over three hundred in total, most of whom had accepted reincarnation blood sacrifices and turned into demons.

They poured out from various lounges, grandly heading toward the Descent Altar, and at the demons’ request, collectively ascended the first layer and formed a circle.

Eduardo’s face was somewhat pale, he felt something was wrong, yet couldn’t pinpoint why.

At this point, the Federation had transformed into the Demon Realm, leaving him with no way back; he could only stand his ground here.

Zhang Hehua’s heart was racing.

She could "see" that the pure white altar began to emit a blood-red glow, and the light rapidly intensified.

A hoarse and piercing voice, speaking not in Carmenia Language but in demon language, descended from the second layer of the high platform.

Despite being in a mysterious race language, everyone instinctively understood the words: "Kneel! Welcome the great descent!"

The words held a commanding tone, with a sense of superiority.

In the past, demons used to show some courtesy to the top brass of Carmenia, but now they don’t bother to pretend at all.

Many nobles who transformed into demons quickly knelt down.

Eduardo hesitated for a moment, then obediently knelt on the ground.

Zhang Hehua, however, widened her eyes as if she hadn’t heard the demons’ command.

From an incredibly peculiar perspective, she saw a scene that defied imagination.

"Boom!"

A clap of thunder rang out.

A mighty river of blood, with every drop of liquid composed of fresh blood, surged forth from endless darkness.

As if prompted by some mysterious power, she instinctively knew that the blood river was a very terrifying weapon.

A terrifying entity had sacrificed an incalculable number of lives to forge this blood river.

At the center of the blood river floated a constantly writhing flesh ball, over three meters in diameter.

"Thump! Thump!"

The particularly dull yet powerful imaginary heartbeat resonated in her mind.

"This is the Saint Heir!"

Zhang Hehua naturally realized this fact.

On the second level of the altar.

The demon who issued the command was named Gale, and his gaze locked onto the only one still standing, Zhang Hehua.

Gale shouted again, with an authoritative tone: "Kneel down!"

Eduardo startled, hurriedly reached out to tug Zhang Hehua, whispering: "Quickly kneel down."

Zhang Hehua was deaf to him, her mind still absorbed in the bizarre image.

She saw the blood river surged a distance, seemingly encountering some invisible barrier.

"Boom!"

Another clap of thunder.

It was as if the entire world shook.

An invisible "membrane" firmly blocked the blood river, not allowing it to advance an inch.

On the second level of the altar.

Gale clenched his fist, tempted to punch this woman’s head off, but considering this was the Saint Heir’s altar, decided it wasn’t the place to kill.

He turned to look at a demon, nodding slightly.

The latter immediately understood, a trace of cruelty flickered in his vertical pupil, and he strode down from the high platform, intending to drag Zhang Hehua away for torture.

Eduardo became anxious, grabbed Zhang Hehua’s arms, attempting to force her to kneel.

At that moment.

"Buzz~"

The altar trembled heavily.

Everyone—humans and demons alike—froze in their actions.

Gale paused for a moment, then shouted with joy: "The Saint Heir is about to arrive at Canglan Star!"

The image Zhang Hehua "saw" changed yet again.

On the other side of the "membrane" that blocked the blood river, a massive blood-colored mist suddenly emerged, forming snakes in blood that rushed towards the "membrane" like a tide.

Accompanying the blood mist were countless cries of agony.

"Ah!"

"It hurts so much!"

"Mom!"

"Please kill me!"

Each snake head was shockingly a human head, their faces extremely twisted.

Zhang Hehua began to tremble.

She suddenly understood; the blood snakes were creations of the Descent Altar, helping the demon Saint Heir to descend.

Each blood snake was actually a living human, cruelly tortured and refined into a blood snake.

There were at least two or three hundred thousand blood snakes as she observed.

This meant at least two or three hundred thousand lives lay forever buried beneath the Descent Altar.

How cruel is this?

How terrifying is this?

This was why Zhang Hehua was trembling.

As she predicted.

The blood snakes quickly reached the invisible "membrane", and although the blood river failed to penetrate it, the blood snakes corroded a series of holes.

Zhang Hehua speculated further in her mind: "This ’membrane’ should be created by Canglan Star to block the Saint Heir.

"Since Canglan People are born from Canglan Star, the blood snakes refined from Canglan lives naturally counteract Canglan Star’s World Power."

It has to be said, this woman’s brain worked quite well, combining guesswork with deduction, she nearly pieced together the truth.

In an instant.

The "membrane" formed by World Power was corroded by the blood snakes into a large hole.

"Splash~"

A portion of the blood water within the blood river seized this rare opportunity, rushing through the hole.

World Power surged in, swiftly mending the breach, again blocking the blood water outside.

But it was a step too late.

The flesh ball, the Saint Heir, had already ridden the blood water and entered Canglan Star.

At that instant.

An enraged and astonished voice suddenly emanated from the flesh ball.

"Who?"

This was evidently the voice of the demon Saint Heir.

He seemed to have discovered something unexpected.