Blood Gold Gate

Arrogant and foolish fantasies, and the desire to rise to the sky in one fell swoop can all be realized here. Partington City is a shining pearl that attracts the attention of countless people.

With the mysterious building in the center of the city as the center, the mansions of the twelve families are located around it like stars surrounding the moon. In addition to this are the nobles of all sizes who are dependent on it. The overall appearance is a diffusion from the inside out.

One of them was designed to imitate a hexagonal snowflake, made entirely of pure white snow stone, crystal clear. A girl with long silver hair lifted her skirt and stepped on the mirror-like ground with her high heels. The slightly hurried sound reflected the owner's uneasy mood.

As a neutral symbol in the twelve round tables, her family ranks neither high nor low, and believes in moderation. But in the girl's view, the family needs change.

She hurried into the house, where her father was waiting for her. The girl threw herself into his arms, raised her head and begged softly, "Take me with you to see, father. I also want to see what the Trial of the Blood-Gold Gate is like."

Her father, who had always indulged her, did not do as he wished this time: "No. If anything happens to you, your mother will be sad."

The girl pouted unhappily: "Mom will not refuse, she loves me the most."

"This is different from usual. Luo's group of madmen... The Twelve Round Table Competition is coming soon. If a newcomer really appears, there will be trouble."

In front of his beloved little princess, the owner blurred the overly clear message and patiently advised: "Wouldn't it be nice to go out and play with your good friends? I heard that there are a lot of small things in the commercial street recently. I will give you some pocket money."

The girl was not happy to get the pocket money. She hugged the other person's arm tightly and begged softly, which made her father helpless and he could only sigh in the end.

"I understand, but you are not allowed to run around. You must follow me closely. Do you understand?"

"Father is the best!"

The girl happily kissed the other man on the cheek, and ran to get her pocket money with a smile under the man's helpless gaze. As soon as she walked out of the door, her innocent look disappeared.

My father still didn't believe me. He didn't want his only child to get involved in family affairs and just wanted me to get married and live a peaceful life.

But that's not the life I want! I want everything to submit to me, to be in power, to be the center of the world!

With ambition burning in her eyes, the silver-haired girl showed a hint of excitement and was sincerely looking forward to the arrival of this bloodline trial.

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"Have you heard? It is said that someone is going to challenge the Blood-Gold Gate."

"You guys may not know, but I have a relative from the Bellamy family, and he said that man came from some place called the stars."

"I haven't heard of it. Maybe it's a new trick for the Twelve Round Table Trial. We have to find a way to deal with the Luo family."

“…”

When Eamon heard the news at home, he crushed the cup in his hand. The maidservant beside him was horrified and immediately stepped forward to wipe the stain on his hand.

The sharp fragments did not hurt the nobleman's hands at all. He pushed the maid away impatiently: "Where is my brother?"

The black-haired attendant guarding the door answered, "The young master is at the training ground."

"He went to the training ground again? He was injured so badly and he didn't take a good rest. He just caused me trouble."

Amon complained, and without hesitation he stood up and headed for the training ground. The black-haired attendant followed him silently, and no one dared to stop him on the road.

The training ground assigned to Aibo was of course the best in the Garcia family. Both the material and the soundproofing were first-rate. When Amon walked into the training ground, Aibo's training had just ended. The training ground, which could withstand the attacks of even S-level bloodline people, was in ruins, with all the targets shattered and deep marks left on the ground.

Seeing his brother coming in, Ai Bo calmed his breathing, his chest covered with bandages hidden under his clothes, his expression gentle and docile: "How come you have time to come to see me today, Eamon."

"It's you who's at the training ground every day, and you never think of coming over to accompany me."

Amon snorted coldly, took the towel from the servant, and wiped the sweat off his face himself. He kept complaining in a bad mood.

"Train, train, train, train. Which is more important, training or me? Who is your real brother?"

"Of course it's you. The Trial of the Twelve Round Tables is coming, and I haven't been able to spend enough time with you. When it's over, no matter where you want to go, I will be with you."

Aibo lowered his head slightly, accepting his brother's rough approach. Amon's expression was slightly moved: "Really?"

"Of course, I never lied to you."

"That's more like it."

Eamon smiled a little and said impatiently: "I have something to tell you, brother..."

......

The news that the Blood-Gold Gate was about to hold a trial attracted everyone's attention. It had been so long since the last time this gate was opened that many people almost forgot the bloody storm behind it.

The preparations took only three days to complete. For the nobles who wanted to participate, the distance and time were not a problem.

On this day, the Luo family's territory was bustling with people coming and going. Nobles who were rarely seen on weekdays were constantly passing by, heading to the place where the bloodline trial was about to be held.

The person in charge of reception was naturally an outstanding member of the family. The nobles who had good relations with the family tried to inquire about it openly and secretly, but they only got ambiguous smiles and replies.

"I think it's spicy enough."

The nobles were discussing in low voices in groups of two or three. One of them showed off his knowledge and said with contempt, "In all these years, only two or three people have been able to come out of that door. This time, he must be a fool who is going to die."

"If it is really a family bloodline, why not just let someone identify it? Why do we need to conduct a trial? I think what everyone said is right. This must be Luo's backup plan for the Twelve Round Table Trials."

"Didn't their family claim that only true bloodlines can pass through the Blood and Gold Gate?"

"You are stupid. Once the door is closed, you don't know what's going on outside. Just believe whatever they say."

Several people showed understanding expressions. Just as they were about to continue the discussion, a stone suddenly hit the head of the person who spoke first.

"Hey, who is throwing rocks?!"

The man yelled and looked around angrily. A boy who looked to be about seven or eight years old whistled and walked past them nonchalantly, with only the corners of his mouth raised to show his good mood.

"Stop playing, the others are waiting for you."

A stern female voice rang in his ears, and the blond boy blinked his eyes: "I know, I know, I just want to warn them. Even if they are fake, the family is not something these rubbish can talk about."

The other party seemed to have tacitly agreed to this. The boy hummed a song and walked briskly towards the ceremony site. The servants of the family saw him and hurriedly saluted: "Second Master, the eldest master is looking for you."

"Got it. I'll go find my brother right away."

The boy replied lazily, his figure suddenly stretched out, and when he took the next step, he was already a blond young man with a lazy smile.

......

The location of this ceremony, the legendary Blood-Gold Gate, is located in a palace deep in the Luo family's base.

Requiring no effort to build, the mechanical chair automatically rises into the air thanks to the magic circle at the bottom, and there are also suspended steps for the nobles to sit down.

The golden gate was stained with blood and worn dark by time. Even from a distance, one could smell the faint smell of blood, causing many people to quietly avoid looking at it.

Stepping on the slowly falling snowflakes, the virtuous head of the Hart family entered with his daughter. The girl with long silver hair had a moving gaze, and her pure beauty stunned the group of young nobles.

The representatives sent by the Mechanical City and the Ascetics took their seats quietly. In sharp contrast, the Owen family, which ranked first, had chairs made of gold and gems, which made the representative of the Bellamy family next to them move their chairs silently, fully demonstrating the humility of being ranked second.

The people from the Garcia family were the most eye-catching. The genius elder brother and the dandy younger brother sat at the same table, and their attitude was very close. I don't know how many people secretly sighed that Ai Bo was blind. Without his younger brother to attract hatred for him, his position would be much more secure.

After everyone was seated, the blond members of the Luo family appeared one by one and sat in the seats closest to the door. The one who presided over the bloodline ceremony was the head of the family, a powerful bloodline person with thick blond hair and a thick beard. The first time Mason saw him, he thought of a nickname for him: Simba, the Golden Lion King.

The lion king had no idea that he had a new name. He stood in front of the closed door, his trousers outlined by his muscular body. The blue pupils of the same color as the Shaken brothers looked around and spoke in a low tone.

"It is an honor to invite you all to participate in this ceremony of the Blood-Gold Gate."

As he spoke, the whole place fell silent. The eleven noble family members sitting in the front bowed their heads slightly to pay respect to their ally who was also one of the strongest forces in the human race.

Simba said slowly, "It has been several years since the last time the Blood and Gold Gate was opened. As long as he can walk out of this gate alive, the Luo family will be happy to welcome a new member."

The young man standing next to him raised his head, allowing everyone to see his face clearly. When they noticed his hair color and eye color, all the nobles present exchanged glances secretly, and they were more certain that this was the hidden chess piece launched by the Luo family.

Aamon cursed in a low voice: "Shame on you, you claim to be pure-blooded yet you still use such a trick."

Aibo stopped him in a low voice: "Emon."

He knew more than the other party, including the identity of the test taker. This speculation was too bizarre, and without definite evidence, the entire noble association was still in a state of suspicion. Was the Luo family's move this time to push him to the forefront?

The young noble reluctantly kept quiet under his brother's order, staring at the people below with hatred. The heir of the fourth family glanced at him and thought that he was indeed a brainless idiot who actually said such a thing on someone else's territory.

Not to mention the silent bloodbath in the audience. After the simple speech, Simba started the main event with a concise and powerful declaration. Mason made eye contact with him and heard the latter bless him out loud.

"Everything went well."

"Thank you."

The red-haired young man stretched out his hand, pushed open the door, and walked in with big strides.

The door looked heavy, but it was easy to push open. It closed automatically after Mason walked in, blocking out the light and sound coming from behind.

Endless darkness engulfed him.

The young man tried to move forward. As soon as he took a step, a ball of burning fire suddenly jumped out on both sides, and the illusory firelight illuminated a small piece of road under his feet. Hesitantly, he stared at him quietly.

Mason raised his eyebrows and continued to walk forward. The flames stretched forward. Not long after walking, a couple on horseback rushed towards him. When they saw the intruders, they raised their swords and guns and shouted loudly: "Intruder! You deserve to die!"

The sharp weapon stabbed towards him, but Mason did not move. It was as if a real phantom passed through his body, and the couple's figures disappeared.

He continued walking forward and saw a crying girl sitting on the ground. She was stunningly beautiful and her tearful eyes looked at the person who was coming.

"I know how to pass the test. Please take me with you. I will be your help."

The red-haired young man stopped, ignored the tempting words, turned around and walked around her. The girl's face, hidden by her long hair, froze for a moment, and after the other party left, she also sighed and disappeared.

After a number of beautiful men and women fell in love at first sight and wanted to marry him, Mason's little head was filled with questions. As if sensing his thoughts, various people continued to appear.

The seriously wounded warrior begs for the handover of his inheritance, the lost child seeks his mother, the famous doctor wants to cleanse the pollution on his body, and the wise prophet promises to clear the confusion for him...

The firelight illuminated the path under the red-haired young man's feet, until finally, a white-haired old man sitting at a table appeared in front of him.

He looked at the red-haired young man with kind eyes and said, "You have met my family, how are they?"

Mason finally said, "They're all very interesting."

"You seem to like them very much. Come, sit down here, my child."

The skinny hand brushed across the table, and a bottle of bright red blood appeared. The old man said slowly: "Whether facing wealth, temptation, power or strength, you have not wavered. I admire you very much."

"Come on. Inject it into your body and you will gain our approval."

The young man did not move, and the old man did not urge him. Mason was silent for a long time, and asked tentatively: "If I don't do this..."

The old man smiled and stared at him. Voices hidden in the darkness rustled continuously, and a pair of invisible eyes opened in the darkness and cast a silent gaze. Sticky whispers echoed in his ears, and translucent tentacles wrapped around his ankles and rubbed them threateningly.

"Well, it seems that we can't get out unless we try."

The red-haired young man sighed. He had no intention of resisting in the first place. He poured the blood onto his palm. The surface of his skin melted, revealing the tender red flesh underneath.

All souls rushed to get in, searching for all the secrets hidden in it through the contract between blood and spirit.

Who sent you? The souls asked silently.

Do you belong to us? The souls were full of doubt.

Show us everything you have, convince us with all you have! The souls screamed.

It surged up through the blood vessels, permeating every inch of flesh and blood, transforming this body into a member of Luo. The souls reached a consensus, and the gushing blood instantly occupied the sight.

Luo's consciousness descended in the cry, and all the souls of the family who had died over the past thousands of years merged into one at this moment, using blood as a carrier and squeezed into this strong body.

But as soon as He entered, He immediately realized that something was wrong. The thoughts that should have been revealed to Him were unbreakable, and only a sea of ​​scarlet blood washed over His face.

The captured beast cried out in pain, and under the killer's coercion, it had no choice but to turn its fangs and limbs toward the invader. This was not a problem for Luo, but what troubled him was the waves that surged out of the sea of ​​blood.

If you look closely, you will find that every drop of blood here is composed of countless complex runes. The vast sea of ​​blood in front of you is not only a brutal trophy, but also a cage of permanent imprisonment.

What's worse is that by the time he realized this, the spreading blood had already entangled his body. Violence cannot break through obstacles, and constraints are everywhere.

Luo made a decision based on reason, and the huge translucent body suddenly disintegrated and transformed into different individuals. But even if they fled to different places, the blood threads still turned into a net, waiting to capture them.

The young man standing there lowered his eyes, his expression indifferent, his pupils cold. At this moment, the souls fleeing everywhere finally understood the true meaning of each other's previous words.

——That was undisguised compassion.

This time they were not facing a weak person to be judged, but a huge monster with its claws hidden.

The golden-haired nobles guarding outside the Blood-Gold Gate were all startled, and were shocked to find that they had lost contact with their ancestors.

The Luo family had been accustomed to the consciousness of countless people flowing through their bodies since birth, and the feeling of emptiness left after it was suddenly withdrawn made them feel a little overwhelmed for a moment. If people from other families had not been watching the excitement, they would have probably exploded.

Shaken, who was sitting among his brothers, froze, looked at the tightly closed door, and suddenly an incredible idea popped into his mind.

No way...

If something really happened to our ancestors, my father would beat himself to death. Even if there really was something fishy, ​​someone should show some mercy for my diligence along the way, right?

At this time, the blond nobleman had forgotten his previous bold words. He secretly glanced at his father's face and felt remorseful again in his heart.

Ancestors, if there is another chance, he... will make sure to let his father know that he is a tough guy before letting that guy in!

If the people outside could still barely maintain their composure, then the ancestors inside the temple had already become ants on a hot pot.

Facing the bloody siege, a loud female voice shouted angrily: "This is a trap set for us!"

Another voice replied helplessly: "It's no use blaming you. You have to think of a way to escape first."

Another young voice complained: "I've already said that the Blood-Gold Gate Trial will always pit us. If we want to confirm our bloodline, why don't we just do a small ceremony?"

The noises from all sides were mixed together, noisier than a market. After an unknown amount of time, a heavy voice spoke up: "Actually, I think that if you can't escape, giving in is a good option..."

These words seemed to have turned on the mute button of the souls. The noise stopped abruptly, and all the souls looked at the one who had spoken in unison. The latter made a "hmm" sound and closed their mouths unconsciously.

It seems that even the famous dead can't escape the market mother's quarrel mode. Mason cleared his throat and took the opportunity to attract their attention.

He pointed to the side and a beetle with a smooth back swam over unwillingly to serve as a chair for him. Its half-missing head looked particularly hideous.

There was nothing to blame in this situation, but in the eyes of the souls, his suspicion level had risen by more than one level. After a short standoff, the old man who had given him the blood came out.

"What do you want to do?"

"I need you to acknowledge me."

The red-haired young man opened his arms and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"I know you may be very unwilling and think this is a conspiracy and a trick. I understand your pride and know that many of you are willing to give everything to defend it. In fact, if possible, I don't want to deal with you in this way."

"But I think you should know that you can't control me."

The souls were speechless. Not only could they not control it, they could only let it do whatever it wanted!

"Why not leave the decision to [Ro]? If He acknowledges me, that means I'm qualified, right?"

The souls looked at each other and had to admit that this was a good idea.

【Luo】is the union of all souls, yet it is higher than their individual parts.

He symbolizes the subconsciousness of all family members, whether alive or dead, and his judgment will not be affected by any individual.

The souls that merged together did not need to communicate with each other in words. After thinking for a while, they chose to act according to each other's words. A huge translucent body stretched out in the space. Luo's form was humanoid, with a golden crown on his head, and his appearance was solemn and majestic.

This looked familiar. Mason thought for a moment, and suddenly it dawned on him.

Isn’t this just an abstract version of the painting in the lobby?

It can be seen that everyone in the Luo family is a fan of the ancestor, and even the collective subconscious is imitating the appearance of the ancestor. Looking at the red blood line winding in the translucent body, the red-haired young man exhaled lightly and asked in a low voice: "Are you willing to recognize me?"

Luo bowed his head and gazed at the face of the red-haired young man. In silence, He took off the crown on his head.

The huge crown shrank rapidly in the process, and finally became just the right size for the young man. In the slightly surprised eyes, He leaned over and put the crown on him, and countless consciousnesses were connected to it.

Mason saw the various families waiting outside, saw the members of the Luo family who seemed calm but were actually anxious, and even sensed the various emotions in their hearts.

At the same time, the Luo family members outside the venue suddenly raised their heads, not caring how much discussion their behavior would cause among other noble families, and looked at the closed door in disbelief.

Every blond noble knew of His existence and met Him at their first baptism.

It is the foundation of the family's continuation, the benchmark for impartially carrying out the will of all people. With it, the souls of the ancestors will not return to the black mist; with its protection, the dead can borrow the bodies of the living to revive.

It can be said that the reason why the family has been able to continue to this day is inseparable from the consciousness named "Luo". He is the core that connects everyone together and makes them truly indispensable to each other.

But at this moment, all the family members clearly saw the tall transparent figure in their memory kneeling down and crowning the handsome young man in the sea of ​​blood.

He did not have the golden hair and blue eyes that were the hallmarks of the Luo family, and his origins were unknown. The Noble Association had spread information about him, and many people sneered at it, even those within the Luo family laughed at it.

How could a person who lived thousands of years ago be resurrected now? And he even said he was the guardian of the world tree. It was so funny!

But now, watching this scene that had entered their souls, the blood in the blond nobles' bodies almost froze. They did not dare to think about what this meant.

In the dead silence, the red-haired young man rolled his eyes, looked straight at all of them through the invisible connection, and revealed a faint smile.

In the land of stars, the World Tree standing in the center of the ruins rang without wind. Its lush crown spread out, and as everyone exclaimed, new branches sprouted in an instant.