Blood River

The red-haired young man was lying on the bed drowsy, when the divine power deep in his subconscious sea suddenly moved slightly, waking him up instantly.

What is going on?

He checked it for a while, but he didn't find anything wrong. The young man scratched his head and had to attribute it to an illusion.

It didn't take Orelius much longer to think about it, as someone pushed open the cell door from the outside. The young dragonborn who had brought him in opened the door, and his attitude was very bad.

"Come out, someone wants to see you."

The prisoner who was lying in the room stood up calmly, as if he had expected this. His expression was somewhat rebellious. This attitude made the Dragonborn angry. He took a deep breath and repeatedly reminded himself to take the important things seriously.

If it weren't for Lord Nidhogg...If it weren't for Lord Nidhogg...

He reminded himself silently in his heart, glared at the red-haired young man, and said unhappily, "Hurry up, do you still think this is good?"

“It’s really good.”

Dragonborn like luxury, so no matter how bad the place is, it won't be that bad. It is much better than sleeping outside and worrying about being attacked by monsters.

Oreius answered truthfully, and the other party was so angry that veins popped out, and he wanted to kill him right away. However, because someone wanted to see him later, the young dragon clan suppressed his anger and took him to another room with a sullen face.

The girl sitting in the room raised her head. She was about ten years old, wrapped in a thick cotton coat, and her face was pale and weak. Next to her sat Fielding, who nodded to Aurelius, showing a hint of kindness.

"Hello again, Mr. Aurelius."

The red-haired young man sat opposite him and said calmly: "It seems that you already know my identity."

"You have deceived me badly. If others had not told me, I would still be in the dark."

"After all, my identity is very special. If it had been exposed at that time, I guess there would have been no subsequent events. Sorry, please forgive me for my self-assertion in this matter."

Fielding smiled and said, "Then I'll get straight to the point. Do you know where Lord Nidhogg has gone?"

The red-haired young man paused for a moment and said, "It's in the black mist."

Now he could only say this. He couldn't just tell the Dragonborn: Nidhogg was killed by the Monster Lord because of me, but don't worry, it has been resurrected by some force. I will send it back when I find it.

Isn't this just waiting to be beaten? He is very confident about the vest, but not to this extent.

This was not beyond Fielding's expectations. He had known that the other party would not say it directly. He glanced at the girl beside him and saw that she nodded slightly. The Silver Dragonborn continued: "I hope you can understand that this is very important to us. If something happens to Lord Nidhogg..."

"I will take responsibility and leave it to you."

Hearing what the other party said, Fielding's eyes softened. The unbalanced scale completely tilted towards the other party. Look at this sincere attitude, look at these considerate words. Isn't this a good person? Isn't this a misunderstanding? If this is the murderer who killed Lord Nidhogg, then all human beings may be the culprit!

The girl glanced at Fielding, then looked somewhere else. Suddenly, a fourth voice rang out in the house, interrupting the harmonious conversation between the two.

"There are conditions for letting you out. You must help us do one thing and deal with a group of monsters."

Oreius then noticed that there was a man sitting in the corner. He was very tall, almost reaching the ceiling, but his presence was so slight that he simply ignored him. Looking closely, he found that the man had merged with the shadow in the corner, as if he would disappear completely in the next second.

Without a doubt, this was the other party's blood ability. The red-haired young man searched his mind, with a look of deep curiosity on his face.

"Are you a shadow dragon?"

"As expected of someone who comes from the land of stars, few people know this name."

Shadow dragons are not orthodox dragons, but are a derivative of the shadow interface. Although they are called dragons, they are not actually related by blood. They are elemental creatures with a high affinity for shadows. Logically speaking, it is impossible for shadow dragons to have descendants.

But in the era before the Black Mist, a crazy wizard combined shadow dragons with real creatures, and the blood of shadow dragons appeared on the continent. This blood is not naturally bred, and it is a miracle that it can be passed down to the present. The tall man was obviously asked this question frequently. He explained it briefly and got straight to the point.

"How much do you know about the current situation of the Dragonborn?"

Oleus said frankly: "I know nothing."

"Then let me start from the beginning. About half a month ago, we found traces of human presence here. In order to investigate this matter, we set up this camp. Then a series of strange things happened. First, a large number of lost people appeared on the road, blocking the transportation route. Then a river appeared ahead."

"It may sound incredible, but when we set up camp, the river did not exist. On the morning of the third day after we arrived here, the river suddenly blocked our way. We suspect that this was caused by some kind of pollution, which is impossible to achieve with human power."

The descendant of the shadow dragon spoke very clearly. The red-haired young man listened and asked about the portal: "Do you know any pollutants with this effect?"

The portal hesitated: "I do know a similar contaminant, but it is unlikely that he would do this. That guy is very conservative."

Oreius didn't expect that the other party actually knew it, so he made a prompt decision: [Tell me in detail.]

【This story begins in the era before the Black Mist. In the beginning, there was no god of death in the world. Souls were crowded together, and there was no boundary between the dead and the living. In order to let the dead souls rest in peace and the living be free from disturbance, the newly-arrived god of death created a sacred artifact called the "River of the Abandoned" and used it to transport those guilty souls.】

[After the advent of the Age of Black Mist, the gods fell and the artifacts were scattered everywhere. The "River of the Betrayer" was no exception. It can summon a long river to cleanse the soul. However, that guy, like his master, is very opposed to playing with souls, and it is impossible for him to appear here. ]

【How do you know so clearly? 】

【Well...】

When it comes to key information, the portal hesitates and talks about other things. In short, it can be said in one sentence: This cannot be done by the "River of the Betrayer"!

Well, for so long, the portal has done its share of hard work. It is impossible for it to lie under the control of blood. This can only prove that it is difficult.

Oleis mercifully let it go and instead made a request to the dragonborn: "I want to see that river."

The tall man was waiting for this sentence, and he agreed immediately. He called the guard standing at the door - the young dragonborn - to tell him the next arrangements, and arranged the work in an orderly manner.

An hour later, Aurelius stood before the surging river.

Just as we saw when we crossed the river with Gloria, the river was flowing endlessly and the riverbanks were full of burn marks. The most amazing thing was that there were countless monsters living in the river, and they were not afraid of the corrosiveness of the river itself.

The young dragonborn glanced at Orelius and said in a sinister tone, "Look, this is the river. You can defeat SSS-level monsters, so this must be no problem for you."

He said this out of anger. Even dragon scales can't resist the erosion of this river, let alone mere humans? Unexpectedly, the other party really nodded: "You can try."

Go ahead and pretend! Just pretend!

This calm answer once again made the other party angry enough. Heaven and earth can see that he was really just answering questions. Oleus completely gave up trying to understand the dragon's thoughts. He put his hand into the river, and blood dyed the river red and spread all around.

Feeling the familiar pain, the red-haired young man jumped down calmly.

"Hey, wait—"

The screams stopped abruptly, and the boiling water submerged the human body. The young dragonborn stretched out his hands in vain, staring at the small vortex on the water in amazement, feeling helpless for a moment.

Fielding, who was also standing on the shore, covered his head and felt a sharp pain. His lips trembled slightly, and his dazed expression was seen by the tall man.

If the gold dragon is the embodiment of justice, then the silver dragon is the gods' favorite priest. They are born with extraordinary spirituality and can always receive more information than ordinary people.

The stars in the sea of ​​subconsciousness lit up slightly, resonating silently with the Silver Dragon. When the master didn't notice, it sent too many things to the other party.

Mason, who habitually severed his sensory connection with the vest, missed this point.

The flax-haired boy stood up to pour tea. The weather in Guixiang City was good today, with a gentle breeze, and even the dark fog was not as annoying as usual. He took a sip of tea slowly, feeling refreshed.

He is not a masochist, so he lets the vest body handle the rest. All he cares about is the result.

No one noticed that the red-haired young man had lost consciousness when he fell into the river. The pollutants released their maximum power, regenerating and being eaten at the same time. The monsters attracted by the smell of blood devoured the sweet flesh and blood. The first predators to start eating had red lines on their bodies, and soon turned around to attack their companions. For a while, the entire river surface was surging and splashing, and screams were heard from it, and the blood dyed the river red. Countless corpses floated up and were swallowed by the monsters that followed closely.

It was a bloody feast.

All monsters are fed with voluntary sacrifices, and they are the cause and the result.

After an unknown amount of time, the turbulent river finally calmed down. Countless limbs intertwined together, bronze scales interspersed with scarlet lines, forming an evil throne.

They worked together to lift up a mutilated skeleton from the water. Then, with the throne of flesh and blood as the center, the monsters gathered together like pilgrims and built a flesh bridge with their backs.

The dragon descendants swallowed their saliva, completely shocked by the scene before them.

The long bridge spans the endless lake. Not far away, the water is rough and violent, but where the meat bridge is located, it is peaceful and tranquil. The fragmented scenes are pieced together, stimulating the viewer's nerves.

After a while, the corpse on the throne moved.

Blood and flesh grew between the teeth-marked bones, and the soft honey-colored skin was smooth and warm. The bitten throat healed, and the bloodstains were absorbed by the throne beneath him, leaving no stain.

The thick and long eyelashes trembled, and slowly opened, revealing cold pupils that shone like molten gold.

There was no trace of expression on his handsome face. He looked down from above, looking down on the world. Although he had not personally taken action, wherever he passed, blood flowed like a river and corpses were strewn all over the ground. He was killing himself, and it was as if death had come in person.

The dragonborns stared at the figure blankly, and the same idea popped up in their minds.

What kind of monster is this?