novelraw Chapter 936 - 930: He's Really Here to Kill!
Chapter 936 - 930: He's Really Here to Kill!
"Duke Wenchadon, bring forth the Moonlight Chalice."
Elder Monroe looked at Duke Wenchadon and spoke gravely.
The Moonlight Chalice was under the custody of Prince Barrello, but it was usually kept at the Wolf Emperor's main base.
"Yes, First Elder."
Duke Wenchadon nodded with a solemn expression.
Immediately, Duke Wenchadon stepped towards the rear hall. Two minutes later, with a touch of reverence in his eyes, he returned, holding a large silver cup in his hands.
The mouth of the silver cup was as wide as a bowl, and ancient patterns were engraved on it.
Within the silver cup, there was a small amount of liquid of an eerie blood-red color, so pure that it emitted a powerful, unsettling aura.
This silver cup was one of the Wolf Race Sacred Artifacts, the Moonlight Chalice.
Duke Wenchadon handed the Moonlight Chalice he was holding to Elder Monroe. Elder Monroe solemnly accepted it and then looked at the werewolves in the great hall while holding the Moonlight Chalice.
"Offer to the Wolf Emperor, warriors of the Wolf Race, offer your blood!"
Elder Monroe shouted with a deep voice.
"Offer blood!!!"
Upon hearing this, the tall werewolves present all shouted in unison, with a crimson glint in their eyes. Then, they knelt down on one knee collectively.
Holding the Moonlight Chalice in one hand and a silver dagger in the other, Elder Monroe first approached Wenchadon.
Duke Wenchadon took the silver dagger and pierced it three inches into his left chest. Although the wound was not deep, there was a burning pain from the silver dagger's incision.
From the wound near his heart, a drop of pale silver essence blood floated out and fell into the Moonlight Chalice.
Next, Elder Monroe moved to the front of the Red Duke Nelson, who repeated the same action, with a drop of pale silver blood floating out from his left chest.
Then followed one count after another.
Elder Monroe, holding the Moonlight Chalice, approached each member of the Wolf Race, and these werewolves offered their primal essence blood.
When Elder Monroe returned to the center of the great hall, the liquid in the Moonlight Chalice he was holding was nearly full with the crimson liquid.
Elder Monroe used the silver dagger to create a cut on his own chest, and a large, pure silver essence blood floated out, falling into the Moonlight Chalice.
At this moment, the crimson liquid in the Moonlight Chalice emitted an even stronger, unsettling aura.
"Great Wolf God, protect us. Let us use our fiery blood to awaken the Wolf Emperor, please!"
Elder Monroe's eyes revealed a trace of reverence and fanaticism, and he walked with the Moonlight Chalice to the front of the Crystal Ice Coffin.
Inside that ice coffin rested the sleeping Wolf Emperor of the Wolf Race.
Elder Monroe took out a golden wolf hair brush, dipped it in the Moonlight Chalice, and with blood gathering on the golden wolf hair, he began to draw line after line of blood-red patterns on the ice coffin.
Those blood-red patterns were interwoven and crossed as if following some mysterious rule.
Behind Elder Monroe, all the werewolves watched the blood-red patterns with reverence and expectation.
After more than ten minutes, Elder Monroe finally stopped drawing. At this moment, his old face was covered in sweat, clearly showing that the act of drawing the blood-red patterns had taken a significant toll on him.
"For the legacy of the Wolf Race, for the survival of the Wolf Race, Wolf Emperor, who has been sleeping for a hundred years, please awaken, please awaken, my great Emperor."
Elder Monroe's pupils suddenly emitted a brilliant light, his hands moving rhythmically, forming a series of strange seals.
At the same time, a surge of primal energy from Elder Monroe's body flowed into the blood patterns, and his brown hair instantly turned white.
Buzz~!!
As that primal energy entered, the blood patterns that covered the entire Crystal Ice Coffin suddenly erupted with a dazzling blood-red light.
This brilliant blood-red light illuminated the entire great hall, and then the blood patterns merged into the Crystal Coffin, gathering and interweaving above the head of the stunning Western woman inside, forming a pure golden-red wolf head.
Boom!
From inside the golden-red wolf head, powerful waves emanated, and then the wolf head turned into a stream of light, entering the brow of the beautiful Western woman in the ice coffin.
In the center of her eyebrows, lines of golden-red patterns appeared, then quickly receded.
At this moment, all eyes in the great hall were fixed in suspense on the figure of the stunning Western woman inside the ice coffin.
However, five minutes passed, and the figure inside the coffin remained motionless, still in slumber.
"Why has the Wolf Emperor not awakened?"
"Did we fail?"
"No, the Wolf Emperor must awaken."
"..."
Amidst this anxious waiting, the faces of these werewolves began to turn grim.
"Elder Monroe, the Wolf Emperor, she..."
Duke Wenchadon couldn't help but look at Elder Monroe, his voice carrying a hint of urgency.
Elder Monroe had performed an ancient Awakening Skill passed down within the Wolf Race, which had rarely been used before.
"Wenchadon, just wait a little longer. The Wolf Emperor's body is still intact, and her expression is very calm, at least it's not the worst scenario."
Elder Monroe, with a calm and aged face, stared at the figure within the ice coffin, speaking in a low voice.
This ancient Awakening Skill, if it failed to awaken the subject, would result in the immediate deformation and death of the subject or a permanent state of coma, becoming a vegetative state, never to awaken again.
Just as everyone in the great hall, with uncontainable anticipation, focused on the Crystal Ice Coffin.
Swoosh!
A figure had already flown over the top of this castle.
Bang!
Suddenly, the massive transparent skylight at the top of the grand castle shattered, creating a huge hole, and a fresh breeze poured in.
Swish!
A figure in white swiftly entered through the hole, descending into the air inside the castle.
Crash! Crash!
The glass cascading down from the transparent ceiling shattered on the grand hall floor with a piercing sound.
Inside the great hall, all the werewolves raised their heads, their eyes full of shock as they stared at that figure in white in midair.
The figure in white stood on an ice white long sword with a jade green hilt, their pupils coldly overlooking them.
"He's here, he's really here!"
Elder Monroe's old face suddenly turned heavy, looking extremely grim.
Beside him, the Red Dukes Wenchadon and Nelson also turned pale, unable to believe that just moments ago, they had been discussing whether this little brat from Huaxia would dare come, and now, here he was, in their stronghold!