Chapter 486 The Dark God's Means
In the gloomy palace, the maids stood expressionlessly, watching the woman lying on the altar, struggling and screaming in pain.
This is a side hall of the Palace of King Cecilia, where a tall statue of a god is enshrined. Usually, pigs, cattle and sheep for sacrifice are placed on the altar, but today, a pregnant woman is lying on it.
She was wearing a thin dress, her hands were bound with silk cloth at her sides, her legs were bent in a humiliating position, and her whole body was fixed on the altar like an animal.
What was shocking was that her belly was bulging as if she was pregnant, and the thin fabric was sticking to her belly, so tight that it showed the outline of her belly.
She was like a pregnant woman about to give birth, lying on the altar without any dignity.
As she screamed, dark red blood flowed from the altar, and her belly squirmed, and something was discharged.
“Ahhhh—”
The palace was filled with the screams of women in terror.
The maid standing in front of the altar had a blank expression on her face, seemingly oblivious to the woman's cries.
Hermon stood at the palace gate and frowned when he heard the shrill cry. Miles remained calm and followed the footsteps of the God of Darkness.
When the maid noticed someone coming in, she stepped back in a well-trained manner, knelt on the ground reverently, and greeted the honorable king respectfully.
The God of Darkness walked slowly to the altar and looked at the disfigured woman with cold eyes.
This woman who once possessed unparalleled beauty was now haggard and skinny, with an unusually large belly, making her look extremely deformed overall.
There was no trace of mercy in the eyes of the God of Darkness. When he saw "something" being discharged from the woman's body, he showed a weird smile.
As if she sensed someone approaching, the woman moved her eyes with difficulty, carefully identifying the person in the dim light.
When she saw the other person's appearance clearly, her eyes widened and she struggled violently.
“…Devil…devil…” She cried weakly and terrified, “Let…let me go—”
The God of Darkness looked down at her condescendingly and said mercilessly, "When you give birth to them, I will set you free."
The woman heard "them" and screamed wildly.
No! No! No—
She doesn't want to give birth to a demon!
More than a month ago, she was still living a pampered life in the palace. Although she had been kept in captivity and unable to leave the palace, she at least looked like a decent human being, with youth, beauty, wealth, identity and status.
Suddenly one day, she was dragged out of her warm bed by several maids and brought to this gloomy palace. No matter how she screamed and struggled, it was of no avail.
The maid ignored her threats and forcibly tied her to the altar, putting her in a humiliating position. She screamed hysterically, but no one answered.
There were four maids standing in the hall, but they just watched coldly and ignored her.
She didn't know how long it had been, but she was tired of cursing and shouting, and lay breathless on the altar, motionless, with an ominous premonition in her heart.
Sure enough, when the black-haired man appeared in front of the altar, she could no longer hold back her tears and begging.
"Denton... Denton... My child... Please save our mother..."
The woman tried to impress the heartless child with affection, but unfortunately, her hope was dashed.
"Mother? Hehehe..." The black-haired man laughed softly a few times and said with a cold face, "Since you are my mother, shouldn't you lend me a hand?"
The woman was terrified, but she remained calm on the surface, displaying a loving expression. "Denton, my child, you... whatever you want to do, I support you. But... can you please let me go first? Lying like this is really... embarrassing..."
She was only wearing a gauze nightgown before going to bed. She was dragged off the bed by the maid and didn't even have a chance to put on her clothes. Now she was tied to the altar and put in a "childbirth" posture. It was so embarrassing.
"That's perfect." The black-haired man raised a finger and made a "hush" gesture. "Be quiet—I need your body as a medium to open the gates of hell and lead my lovely subordinates."
The woman looked confused and had no idea what the man meant.
The next second, she saw the black-haired man spread his hands and chanted a strange spell. The eyes of the god statue behind the altar suddenly lit up, and then a black cloud penetrated her body.
"Ah? Ah! My stomach—"
The woman screamed in shock and watched her belly swell up.
From that moment on, her nightmare began.
When her belly swelled so much that her tummy became thin, she felt she was about to give birth. The contractions came in waves, and a sticky liquid flowed out from her.
“Ahhhh—”
Along with her screams, blood-stained tumors were discharged.
The internal tumors fell to the ground and grew rapidly, turning into ugly low-level monsters. They instinctively submitted to the black-haired man and knelt before him.
The black-haired man chanted the difficult-to-understand spell again, and the rich dark power enveloped the low-level monster. After a moment, the low-level monster turned into a high-level monster, its size increased several times, and a low roar came from its mouth.
The woman fainted from fright when she saw this scene.
When she regained consciousness, the torture was not over.
Her stomach kept wriggling, as if it was endlessly expelling countless tumors.
After being transformed by the black-haired man, these tumors were all transformed into ferocious and terrifying high-level monsters, and then transferred to other places.
The woman couldn't accept the fact and fainted again and again. Every time she thought she was dead, she woke up and saw disgusting things coming out of her huge belly.
Her spirit was greatly damaged, her body wasted away at a visible rate, her consciousness became dizzy, and she fell into madness.
When she saw the black-haired man, Denton Trick, appear in front of the altar, she gritted her teeth in shock and anger.
"'Queen Mother', as long as you can endure this period of time, you will be free when I officially open the gates of hell." Denton spoke softly, holding three black beads in his hand. As the woman looked on in horror, he pressed the beads into her belly.
"ah--"
The woman screamed, her voice heart-wrenching, and her consciousness sank into darkness.
She regretted it.
She deeply regretted being bewitched by the so-called gods, leaving her respectful tribe and her loving brother, and embarked on a thorny road.
Being young and ignorant, she thought she had found love, but she didn't know that everything was a trap set by the devil for her.
That year, she quietly escaped from the holy land of the Moldo people, crossed mountains and rivers, and headed towards the direction guided by the gods. She was in danger in the mountains and forests and almost became food for a black bear. The young king passed by with a hunting team and saved her life.
She was taken back to the palace while in a coma and received careful care. After she recovered from her injuries, she met her savior.
When she saw the king's handsome face, which was similar to the one in her dream, her love burst out and she finally believed the prophecy of God.
Her lover is in the south, and they will meet under the guidance of fate.
As a saint of the Moldo people, she never gives up until she achieves her goals.
The curse gave her power, making it easy for the king to fall in love with her and marry her as his princess.
From then on, she became the second princess of Cecilia.
Unfortunately, the king still had a first princess, and he had a deep relationship with her. Even though he made her the second princess because of the curse, he did not neglect the first princess.
The first princess was not as young and beautiful as her, but she had a son with the king and her status remained unchanged.
She also wanted to have a child with the king, and then find a way to make the first prince die "naturally", so that her child would become the only heir to the throne.
However, as a saint of the Moldo people, she possessed a psychic constitution, but was unable to conceive.
She was unwilling to give up and prayed to the gods again.
The gods told her that they could grant her a child, but she had to lie on the altar for three days and three nights.
She did so.
Three days later, her belly was slightly bulging and there was life growing inside.
She was both happy and scared.
This was not a child conceived through normal means.
But no matter what, she was pregnant, and as long as she gave birth to the child, she could replace the first prince and inherit the throne.
The king was very happy to learn that she was pregnant. He stayed in her palace for more than half a month and favored her more than the first princess.
She was very proud and carried the baby with peace of mind. Ten months later, she successfully gave birth to the second prince.
When she woke up from her sleep after giving birth, the maid looked at her in surprise, pointed at her face and said in a choked voice: "Princess, your face...what's wrong with your face?"
She covered her face, felt the drooping skin, and screamed in panic: "Mirror! Give me a mirror!"
The maid hurriedly gave her a mirror. She looked at the old face in the mirror and was horrified.
Her youth, her beauty, was gone, replaced by wrinkles and brown spots.
This is the face of an old man.
how so?
She threw down the mirror, drove all the maids out of the palace, stumbled out of bed, came to the cradle where the baby was lying, and stared at her "son".
Without warning, the sleeping baby opened its dark eyes and stared back at her.
She was startled and subconsciously reached out to strangle the baby's neck.
'You can't do that.'
A familiar voice sounded in her ears, and she stepped back palely, her eyes wide in fear.
A black mist rose from the baby's body, and the black mist emitted the joyful sound of the gods.
"Irisa, the Saint of the Moldo people, thank you for allowing me to descend into the human world."
"You...you are not a god?"
She pointed at the black fog with trembling fingers and asked sternly.
"Of course I am a god," said Black Mist.
She shook her head in disbelief.
Which god would descend to the human world through her belly?
This is the devil's method!
"Who are you? What's your name?" She gritted her teeth. As long as she knew the other person's name, she would curse him to death!
Black Mist lived up to her expectations and told her the name.
"I am Miroka Hodhe, the God of Darkness."
She was terrified.
The God of Darkness...Miroka Hodhe!
All along, the object of her spiritual communication was actually the God of Darkness!
He cheated on her!
"No, no, no! How could I be so stupid!" She couldn't accept the fact and her spirit collapsed. She suddenly pulled out the dagger hidden under the pillow, rushed to the cradle and was about to stab it, but a layer of diaphragm blocked the dagger.
The baby opened his dark eyes, looked at her deeply, and grinned with a strange smile.
She was sweating profusely, panting, and her wrinkled face looked extremely hideous.
"Want to regain your beauty?"
She was stunned and suddenly looked up at the black fog.
"If you put down the dagger and promise not to harm the child, I will grant you beauty and immortality."
No woman can refuse such an attractive offer.
“Ding-dong—”
The dagger fell to the ground, and she sat down dejectedly, covering her face and crying.
Eventually, she made a pact with the devil.
The moment the contract was established, she returned to her original state, no, she was younger and more beautiful than before, with smooth and delicate skin, a charming figure, and a faint fragrance. No man could resist her beauty.
She was so happy that she even began to like this abnormal baby.
Because of her beauty, the king became more and more obsessed with her and gradually neglected the first princess.
She was so proud that she planned to kill the first prince, but the king died first.
Yes, when the king was in his prime, he was out hunting and was ripped open by a monster and died.
The eighteen-year-old first prince naturally inherited the throne and became the new king of Cecilia.
She was forced to move into a remote manor with her seven-year-old second prince.
The sudden change in her status and identity made her furious and her spirit collapsed again. Seeing her son growing more and more delicate, she suddenly grabbed his neck.
"It's all you! It's all your fault!"
The child looked neither like her nor like the king, and people in the palace were talking behind his back about his unknown origins.
In order to consolidate the First Prince's position, the First Princess deliberately sent the mother and son here to fend for themselves.
The seven-year-old child was fearless and looked at her playfully with eyes that didn't belong to his age.
She subconsciously let go, remembering his true identity.
The child straightened his clothes and walked towards her slowly. Her legs went weak and she fell to the ground.
"Mother, you're a bit of a nuisance right now!" The child stretched out his finger and tapped her forehead. "So, go die first."
"No, no, no, Denton, Denton, my child, you can't do this!" Her beautiful face was completely bloodless. She grabbed the child's robe and begged, "I am your mother, you can't kill me!"
Young Denton tilted his head. "Well, I'm a merciful god. Since you're my 'Queen Mother,' I'll spare your life for now."
She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Your life can be spared, but you must disappear for a while." The child murmured to himself, "I will release you after I find the Sword of Carlos."
"Denton... Denton... What do you want to do?"
Soon, she found out.
"Bang!"
Once the iron door was closed, she was locked in a dark dungeon.
"Denton! Let me out—ahhhh—devil! You are a devil—"
She grabbed the iron bars and screamed, watching helplessly as the child turned around and left the dungeon heartlessly.
In this way, she spent countless years in the dungeon, sometimes conscious and sometimes crazy.
After a long time, the iron gate was opened and she saw Denton who had become king.
When she left the dungeon, she thought she was dreaming and cried and laughed.
Then, she finally came back to life, living in a gorgeous palace, wearing beautiful clothes, eating delicacies from land and sea, and breathing fresh air.
After enjoying prosperity and wealth for twenty or thirty years, he never expected that misfortune would come again.
Denton... no, it was the evil dark god who once again took advantage of her psychic physique to give birth to a demon in her "womb".
Now she is like a fish out of water, lying helplessly on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.
“Why…why…”
Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes and she kept questioning herself.
At first, I just yearned for beautiful love, why did I end up in such a miserable situation now?
"You should feel honored to be a sacrifice to the gods." The Dark God raised his lip. "You should also thank your brother for reminding me of your value."
"Let me go! Let me go—ah—"
She felt a tearing pain from below and screamed continuously, and could no longer hear the man's words.
A strange light flickered in the dark eyes of the God of Darkness.
"thump--"
Three tumors as big as footballs were discharged from the woman's abdomen one after another, fell to the ground and rolled several times.
Miles and Hermon were surprised to see everything.
Even though they had done all sorts of evil things, this was the first time they had seen such an incredible situation.
After the tumor landed on the ground, it grew rapidly and turned into three monsters.
Miles swallowed and finally understood where the monsters on the battlefield came from.
However, these three monsters were still evolving, absorbing the dark power bestowed upon them by the God of Darkness, and upgrading madly. In just ten minutes, they completed the evolution from low-level monsters to demon lords.
"hiss--"
As a nightmare, Hemon recognized the identities of the three demon kings.
Mercier, Ruzeb, and Attis - three demon kings who should have been in hell, unexpectedly came to the human world in this way!
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