Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Plans on all sides that can mess shit up…
In a strange land very very far away.

It was a sunny good day. However…

Screams could be heard from inside a big crystal cathedral. These screams were that of a woman. And there were so loud that it practically made the earth shake and the Cathedral made entirely of Crystals cracked a little at different points.

Many people saw this and stayed clear of the Cathedral.

“We need to leave here as quickly as possible. It seems that the Seer is angry again.”

Many people whispered in this manner, and even the people that were going to the Cathedral to worship all stopped in their steps and turned about.

One man was even going to the Cathedral with a pair of crutches to ask the priestesses there to help heal his broken leg.

The screams made him fall to the ground, but that did not stop him from still giving it his all by crawling away in order to survive.

Having one leg was still better than having no life.

In just a few seconds, the busy streets had been emptied of people.

No one wanted to be in sight or in range of the Seer’s anger.

After the shouting was done, the parts of the Cathedral that had been broken by the scream suddenly mended back on their own.

After a while, two men in light gold Armor walked out of the Cathedral. One of them was quite carefree. As he came out, he even lit a big cigarette and placed it in his mouth.

While the other one had a more cool-headed temperament, he had glasses on his nose bridge that he adjusted from time to time.

“I can’t believe that the Seer wants us to go to a remote place like the Almace continent, just to kill a boy that is not even ten yet.” The man with the cigarette complained.

“Hmmm! I agree. But as you know, orders are orders. With our cultivation, even if we use a magic treasure, it would still take us many months to get to that place. we had better leave now so that we can come back in time and prepare for that thing.”

“Hey, Four eyes!” the man with a cigar pulled closer and whispered in his ear, “I have a better suggestion. After all, we have branches in the Almace continent, and at the end of the day, it’s just another nine-year-old boy. We have already crushed many of their likes before. Why don’t we just use the pawns there to settle this one? Or aren’t you tired of all these annoying missions to kill children?”

The man with glasses thought hard at the words of the man with a cigar, and then he looked around before whispering back into his ear, “I have been thinking about it too. Even though she claims that it’s for the good of the realm, I’m truly tired of soiling my hands with the blood of children. And it’s not like we have never used pawns to do such a thing before. We will just lay low for some time before returning with news of the kid’s death.”

“Even though the Cathedral is supposed to maintain the superiority of Holy Faction, sometimes, the job description is really depressing.”

Both men looked at each other. An agreement was made. A golden light shone about them and immediately, they both disappeared.

A while after they were gone, the man with the crutches peeped to ensure that all was well. He discovered that the knights had gone and he came out with his crutches and proceeded back towards the cathedral.

However, he had only barely reached the place where the two men stood before his body suddenly shone in a light of white fire. He screamed in terror, but it was no use.

His body turned to ash and was blown away by the wind. He died there.

Even though there had long gone, only their residual energy had killed the man.

…

In a different part of the world, yet within another Cathedral.

This Cathedral was not made of fine crystals. It was made of the bones of dead exotic creatures. However, that did not stop its shine.

Only that the bones shone differently. It was more in an eerie dark silver light.

The sun did not shine here, and the clouds were dark. Whenever lightning appeared, the hollow faces of spirits could be seen in the sky.

A very beautiful woman with white hair, white pupils and a gothic appearance sat in a chair that was made up of several twisted deformities of alive human beings.

From time to time, the twisted faces of the people could be seen shedding tears, but their lips had been sealed so that they couldn’t beg for their lives, or in their case, their death.

This woman adjusted her seating position, putting one leg over the other and rested a hand on the armrest.

As she did, the twisted deformity of humans that formed her chair shed more tears. Apparently, only this slight movement of hers caused them unimaginable pain.

However, she could care less about their plight.

She had a goblet in her hand that was also made up of the deformed shape of a person.

Beside her stood a younger lady with long flowing black hair that looked more like strands of snakes than actual hair holding a bottle of wine in her hands.

She noticed the woman’s goblet was empty of wine and she poured some red wine in.

As she did, the goblet seemed to wriggle in pain.

The young lady pouring the wine also did not seem to care. Apparently, such a sight was a normal appearance in this cathedral.

The woman with white hair had her eyes on a big pot made entirely of blood. The blood in the pot formed images from time to time. She could see a boy that was just around nine years of age as he sat on the ground consolidating the foundation of his power.

The Blood bubbled up and changed again and she could see the two men in gold armour that had just left the other Cathedral.

The young lady with dark hair bowed to the woman sitting, “Dark Seer! are you still not going to interfere this time around? After all, we have lost many incredible, potential seedlings that could have touched on the prophecy and ushered us into a more prosperous age.”

The Woman with white hair shook her head as she took a sip from her goblet.

The moment her tiny lips touched the goblet, the face of the person that was the goblet morphed into deeper pain.

“No! I won’t,” she smiled slightly, “if the prophecy were to truly come to pass, then we need a person capable of surmounting the problems of the whole world on his own.”

The Blood in the pot Changed again and she watched the boy as he cultivated. There was affection in her eyes, “There is something different about this one. He has been able to overcome the boundaries of Fate again and again. I can feel it! He is special.”

The young lady listening could not believe what she had just heard. As far as she knew, it was extremely rare for such a compliment to come out of the mouth of this Seer. As rare as the sun rising in the north.

The young lady looked at the figure that the blood formed. In her mind, she had already made a decision on what to do. She was tired of waiting. She had waited hundreds of years now. If her Mistress was not going to do anything, then she would.

At least she could assist just a little. Behind her back, she waved her fingers and a dark soul appeared. She flicked and soul zoomed out of the cathedral.

The young lady did not know that the moment she flicked, the Dark seer smiled at a corner of her lips.

…..

In another part of the world. This time around in a place much closer to the Chikitsa clan, the elders of a rival clan were having a meeting.

This clan was as large as three times the size of the Chikitsa clan. In fact, the Chikitsa clan was only a clan in name.

This clan had the basic attributes of a clan. For example, almost everyone in the Chikitsa clan could be traced back to one ancestor, but not the people of this clan.

This clan was over a thousand and two hundred years old. It was a clan that genuinely had other tribes under it to make up its clan.

This clan was called the Dagger clan. And they ruled a good 2/10 of the continent.

They were heavily feared and respected. And many of the other surrounding clans either had to pay respect to them yearly or face the threat of extinction.

Well, all clans except the sword clans that had affiliated themselves with the Chikitsa clan.

A long time ago, the Dagger clan had come for the abundant resources that the Chikitsa clan had to offer when the Clan refused to bow the knee.

They paid dearly for it…