novelhk Chapter 215 Blood Pact
Chapter 215 Blood Pact
Qin Yue stepped forward expressionlessly, took out the access card, and inserted it deep into the card slot on the side of the door.
A low hum of energy flowed from inside the slot. The heavy alloy door first sank inward by half an inch, then slowly slid open to one side, revealing a deep passage behind it.
After the door opened, Qin Yue took a step back to make way for the door.
Her gaze seemed to casually sweep over the Obsidian Squad, and finally lingered on Lin Feng's face for less than half a second.
"Obsidian Squad, clear the way," Leng Meng commanded.
Lin Feng's throat moved.
Ravens are witches—that phrase stuck in my throat.
But with the warden and the witch right behind him, he had no chance to communicate telepathically.
Lin Feng could only suppress his anxiety and follow Karen and the other two into the corridor.
At the end of the corridor was the prison area. Some people were still growling or scratching at the iron gate, but when the warden and deputy warden appeared behind the observation window, all the unusual movements stopped instantly.
Lin Feng remained on edge the entire time, the omnipresent pressure around him leaving him no time to even activate [Infinite Deduction].
However, he quickly regained his composure; the information he had just derived should be sufficient.
He secretly touched the gloves he was wearing—the Silent Grip.
Once the witch shows up, he'll seize the opportunity and give her a good beating!
Whether or not there is damage is not important; the key is the three-second absolute silence effect that comes with the gloves. As long as it can seal the witch's spells, it will be enough for Leng Meng and Qin Yue to work together to deliver a fatal blow.
Soon, the group arrived at the door of cell number 0.
In the center of the door panel, a huge number—"0"—was painted in scarlet, blood-red paint.
The paint on the edges of the numbers had long since dried and cracked, yet it exuded an eerie and unsettling aura.
As soon as you approach this door, the surrounding temperature drops sharply, and the biting cold seeps into your bones.
An intense, almost palpable resentment was seeping out from the cracks in the prison door, sending shivers down people's spines.
Cyrus turned his head to look at Leng Meng beside him.
Leng Meng understood, and her grip on the black knife tightened suddenly.
She stepped forward and walked to the observation window next to the cell door—behind the window was only a chaotic void.
Leng Meng raised her voice and said coldly, "Blank, the warden is here in person, show yourself immediately."
The moment the words fell, a rustling sound suddenly rang out in the cell, like countless dry bones rubbing against the floor.
Immediately afterwards, the chaotic void behind the observation window began to churn.
Countless faint sobs came from inside, like thousands of vengeful spirits weeping at the same time.
In an instant, a mass of semi-transparent souls slowly coalesced and took shape behind the window.
The faces embedded in the aggregate all turned to face the observation window.
Cyrus slowly approached the observation window, his eyes gleaming with an undisguised desire for control:
"Blank, are you sure you want to sign a blood pact with me and become my sharpest blade?"
The raven on his shoulder slowly tilted its neck, its dark eyes fixed on the aggregate inside the cell, its scrutiny revealing a disdain and arrogance identical to its master's.
"You've thought it through very well." The blank, repeated syllables betrayed no emotion. "If you can't beat them, join them. That's the wisest choice."
"I loathe this tiny place, I loathe the endless darkness and loneliness."
"Although I hate you..." It paused, its misty "body" leaning forward slightly, one of its faces protruding and getting closer to the observation window.
"But you are the strong one. Submitting to the strong one is an iron law of nature. There's nothing shameful about it."
These words precisely struck at Cyrus's vanity.
His eyes and brows instantly lit up with a smug look, and he threw his head back and burst into loud laughter.
The raven on my shoulder flapped its wings twice and let out a sharp, piercing caw.
"A wise person knows when to yield; you truly are... a smart one!"
"However, just in case..." Cyrus abruptly changed the subject, looking at the empty space behind the cell door, his smile fading slightly.
"When the door opens in a moment, I will use the Soul-Locking Chains to temporarily bind you."
"It's not a lack of trust, it's just a necessary... procedure."
"It's alright." Blank's voice remained completely calm.
Qin Yue stepped forward and pulled out a strangely shaped key from her waist.
The key was entirely black, neither gold nor wood, with tiny runes densely engraved on its handle, shimmering with an eerie glow in the dim light.
She inserted the key into the lock of the cell door and gently turned it—
"Click."
A dull mechanical click came from deep within the door, like some ancient restraint being released.
Qin Yue took a deep breath, gripped the cold metal handle on the door with both hands, and exerted force with her wrists.
The heavy alloy door was frighteningly heavy; veins bulged on her forehead as the door slowly began to rotate outwards.
As soon as the door cracked open, an overwhelming resentment surged out like a tidal wave, and an invisible sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire room, making everyone dizzy and unsettled.
A glint flashed in Cyrus's eyes, and he suddenly raised his right hand.
The Soul-Locking Chain that was originally wrapped around his forearm suddenly slid off his arm like a venomous snake awakening, and the runes on the chain instantly burst out with dazzling golden light.
The Soul-Locking Chain, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air, shot towards the empty space at the prison door like a black lightning bolt, instantly binding the surging, semi-transparent aggregate tightly.
"Be on guard!" Karen, the captain of the Obsidian Guard squad, shouted in a low voice. The pulse-piercing gun in his hand was fully charged, and the muzzle was flashing with a ghostly blue high-frequency pulse light. He was aimed at "Blank" and ready for battle.
Leon wielded two short blades with a dark, gleaming sheen, their thin, sharp edges subtly gleaming with a fierce edge.
On the right, Reuss hoisted a portable grenade launcher onto his back, with specially made incendiary grenades in the ammunition compartment ready to fire.
Lin Feng also pulled out his compact Evil-Slaying Pistol and aimed it at the center of the "blank".
Blank did not resist, allowing the Soul-Locking Chains to tighten around his body, and obediently "surged" out of the cell door.
"Alright, let's begin."
Cyrus took a few steps forward and stopped about two meters away from the empty space.
This distance is both within the effective range of the ceremony and allows for some leeway in responding.
He raised his hands, whose nails were like blades, and began to trace intricate, blood-red lines in the air—
Those are the activation runes for the blood pact ritual, which require the caster's power as a catalyst.
"In my name, Cyrus Mohn, I pledge myself to this spirit as master and servant..."
His deep chanting began, each syllable causing the surrounding black mist to surge.
The crimson patterns gradually formed a small, suspended magic circle, slowly drifting towards the locked void.
Blood pact rituals typically require the "blood" or "original mark" of both parties as a medium.
The void, as a collection of souls, is naturally devoid of blood.
The part of the ritual that targets it is to extract a portion of its core soul essence and integrate it into the contract array drawn by Cyrus, thus imprinting it with a soul mark of absolute obedience.
Soon, the crimson magic circle floated to the blank space and began to emit a suction force.
The blank space allowed some of the soul light to peel away slightly and flow into the magic circle...
Just as the contract connection was initially established, and Cyrus was focused on maintaining the magic circle and chanting—
The previously compliant Blank suddenly let out a deafening roar, and the Soul-Locking Chains binding it instantly broke inch by inch, turning into specks of black ash and dissipating.
"Sylvas! You really think I'd willingly be your lackey?!"
Its voice suddenly turned shrill, and countless vengeful spirits with human faces burst forth, their blood-red mouths gaping wide, lunging at Cyrus...