Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 608

Chapter 608: Nora’s Gift To The Diligence Family
An hour later, the temple filled with tension as the elders of the Diligence family arrived. Some, who had come early, witnessed the soldiers carrying Mulligan’s corpse, his severed head displayed coldly in their hands. Others, who arrived late, saw the maids scrubbing the blood from the temple’s stone floor, the crimson stains served as a stark reminder of what had occurred.

Through it all, young Eunid—just a teenager—did not glance at his father’s body. Not once. His eyes were fixed on the purple family flame that flickered in the distance, the sacred fire that symbolized the family’s strength and legacy. Despite the charged atmosphere, a slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

As the last maid exited the room, Eunid turned to face the elders, his posture was one of confidence, like it all played as he wished.

He stood before them, the heir, despite being weaker than most of them in terms of cultivation. It didn’t matter—he held the title now. Yet, he knew that many among them would challenge him, whether because they saw him as too young or too weak. He was prepared to deal with them all.

“The patriarch, Mulligan, my FATHER is dead,” Eunid announced, his voice echoing in the chamber. “I will take up the position as head of the family and begin the anointing ceremony immediately.”

Gasps spread through the elders, shock evident in their expressions. This was not how things were done.

Tradition dictated that the anointing ceremony could only take place after the patriarch was buried, with members of the Holy Church present to oversee the process.

Several elders immediately voiced their disapproval, but Eunid stood his ground, unfazed. Then, one elder stepped forward, his voice laced with condescension. “Even if you intend to defy tradition, young master Eunid, it will not work. The family flame is too weak for the ceremony. It has been dying for years. We would need the help of other families to reignite it, as we have for generations.”

Eunid’s smirk grew wider. “That will never happen again,” he said coldly.

With a simple wave of his hand, Nora stepped into the room. She was dressed modestly, yet the purple of the family’s emblem was emblazoned on her chest, a symbol reserved only for blood members of the Diligence family.

The elders recoiled in shock.

“She cannot wear that!” one elder shouted, outraged. “Nora is a slave, unworthy of bearing the family crest!”

Eunid paid no attention to their objections. Instead, he turned to Nora. “Are you ready?”

Nora nodded silently, her face calm, her steps purposeful. She ascended the stairs toward the sacred flame, the heat from the fire casting a glow on her as she approached.

One elder, unable to contain his fury, rushed forward, his golden-ranked spiritual power flaring as he moved to stop her. But before he could reach Nora, purple chains shot out from the temple walls, binding him in place just as they had done to Mulligan earlier.

The room’s enchantments prevented the use of spiritual energy within its confines.

At that moment, a group of soldiers loyal to Eunid stormed into the temple, forming a protective barrier around their new leader. These soldiers had been handpicked by Eunid, men he had personally tended to after they returned from the brutal war in the Mountains.

Their loyalty was unquestionable.

“Any who attempt to disrupt this ceremony,” Eunid said, his voice as cold as steel, “stand against the family. Behead them immediately.”

The soldiers snapped to attention, their weapons drawn, prepared to execute his orders without hesitation. The elders, stunned by the sheer audacity of the boy who now stood before them, remained silent, their protests stifled.

Nora reached the sacred flame. Holy and divine, the purple fire seemed to pulse with ancient power. Slowly, reverently, she knelt beside it, her hands moving toward the flame in a deliberate, almost sacred manner.

It was said that anyone not of the family bloodline would be consumed by the fire, burned to ashes in moments.

But Nora was different. Her body, her soul, was unique. Ever since the incident with the Chasity family, she had been plagued by dreams—dreams where this very flame called out to her, as if it had been waiting for her all along.

The room held its breath as her hands cupped the flame, uniting her with the power of the Diligence family in a way none of the elders could have foreseen.

As Nora knelt before the sacred flame, her hands touched its divine essence, and in an instant, the flame was absorbed into her body. Her form lit up with brilliant purple flames, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly power.

The atmosphere within the temple shifted dramatically. The ancient runes carved into the walls responded to her, glowing in unison with the flames enveloping her. The air hummed with energy, a sound so deep and resonant that it echoed like the tolling of a great bell, vibrating through the stone and reverberating across the entire Diligence territory.

Far and wide, within the Diligence domain, clerics felt the stirrings of divine power within their bodies, a rush of energy unlike anything they had ever experienced. Those bound by oaths to the family felt their connection to the sacred flame strengthen, their loyalty rewarded with a surge of vitality. Even the elders, who had once doubted Eunid’s authority, were forced to acknowledge this unprecedented event. Not even with the help of the Holy Church or its powerful allies had such an outpouring of divine energy ever occurred.

In the distant heart of the Holy Church, the Seer turned her attention toward the Diligence family, her ancient eyes narrowing. “Interesting,” she muttered to herself. “So the seed has such potential.”

Back in the temple, Nora’s mouth opened as if guided by the divine power coursing through her. Purple flames spilled from her lips, forming symbols of power—runes—dancing in the air like living fire. The sacred language flowed from her in a way that had not been seen in centuries.

But the power was too much for her mortal form to bear. Nora’s body, already weakened by her broken dantian, began to rebel against the force she had called forth. Veins darkened across her skin, her face twisted in pain, and she coughed up blood, her body betraying the limits of its endurance.

With a final gasp, she collapsed, the divine flames that had surged through her retreating, returning to the flame’s original pedestal. But before she could hit the cold stone floor, Eunid was there. Moving faster than any elder or soldier could react, he caught her in his arms, his face twisted in a mixture of concern and resolve….