Ancestral Lineage

Chapter 201 An Unforgivable Sin.

As the battlefield drowned in carnage, a sudden shift in the air sent a ripple through the chaos. The eerie wails of the undead and the deafening roars of Trevor's blood beast were suddenly met with a violent tremor.

Then—

BOOM!

The ground ruptured, splitting apart as grotesque figures clawed their way out of the depths, their massive bodies shaking off chunks of earth and stone.

They were unlike anything the battlefield had seen before.

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Towering at over fifty feet, their forms were a horrific blend of unnatural mutations—some had multiple heads, each snarling with jagged fangs dripping with corrosive saliva. Others bore extra limbs, their claws extending like jagged spears. Some were serpentine, their elongated bodies writhing as they slithered forward, leaving trails of sizzling black liquid in their wake.

Their bodies pulsed like living veins, their blood-red flesh stretching and contorting unnaturally. Eyes of varying sizes dotted their grotesque forms, glowing a sickly crimson, each radiating an aura of something far more terrifying than mindless bloodlust.

They weren't ordinary Blood Beasts.

Trevor's grin faltered for the first time as he observed them.

Unlike the blood constructs he summoned, these creatures did not belong to him.

For the first time since he had ascended as the Primogenitor of Blood, he felt it—

A rejection.

The blood in the air, the ground, and the bodies around him no longer bent to his will.

The mutated Blood Beasts roared in unison, and the battlefield trembled beneath their sheer presence.

Then they charged.

A hulking beast, stitched together from countless corpses, its ribs exposed like jagged bone scythes, lunged at Trevor with terrifying speed. Its gaping maw stretched unnaturally wide, revealing multiple rows of fangs, each dripping with corrosive black ichor.

Trevor's blood beast lashed out first, its six tails snapping forward like whips—

SPLURCH!

One of the Blood Beasts bit down, severing one of its tails in a single, sickening crunch.

Trevor's crimson eyes narrowed.

The severed appendage should have instantly reformed. Instead, the blood dissipated into nothingness.

A growl rumbled from deep within his chest. "So that's how it is."

Lamair, who had been standing idly as his undead ravaged the battlefield, finally exhaled, shaking his head. "Well... guess they actually did their homework."

Trevor glanced at him. "You say that like it'll make a difference."

Lamair's smirk widened slightly. "It won't. But it's a bit of a pain. We'll have to be quick."

Trevor flicked his wrist, and his blood beast surged forward once more, clashing with the mutated creatures in a violent struggle. The battlefield descended into chaos once again, but this time, it was different.

The Blades had turned the tide—if only for a moment.

One of the largest Blood Beasts—a monstrous, quadrupedal abomination with six elongated arms, each tipped with claws capable of rending through steel—roared as it lunged at Trevor, moving with terrifying agility despite its size.

Trevor barely flicked his wrist.

SPLATTER!

The beast's head exploded in a violent geyser of blood, its massive form crumbling as its lifeblood rained upon the battlefield.

But before the body could even hit the ground, something even more horrifying happened.

It began to regenerate.

The scattered chunks of flesh crawled back together, writhing grotesquely as they stitched themselves into place. The severed head grew back, its eyes gleaming with renewed hunger.

Trevor's grin widened. "Interesting."

The beast lunged again.

This time, Trevor didn't bother dodging.

His hand shot forward, gripping the creature's entire skull with one hand.

A faint crack echoed in the air.

Then, with effortless strength—

CRUNCH!

Trevor crushed its head like an overripe fruit.

The Blood Beast's body convulsed violently, its regeneration failing to keep up as dark tendrils of blood wrapped around its form—consuming it from the inside out.

The creature let out one final gurgled roar before imploding into a crimson mist.

Trevor rolled his neck, exhaling as if that had been a mild inconvenience. "That's one."

Meanwhile, Lamair stood amidst the oncoming horde of mutated Blood Beasts, his expression bored.

He exhaled as a purple sigil expanded beneath his feet.

"Enough."

The very air shuddered.

A wave of darkness rippled outward, engulfing every Blood Beast within his range.

In an instant—they stopped moving.

Their grotesque forms trembled violently as if some invisible force had shackled them in place. Some clawed at their own flesh, others let out twisted, gurgling wails—but none of them could take another step.

Lamair slowly clenched his fingers.

And with that single motion—

Every single Blood Beast erupted into black flames.

But Madeleine caught it immediately.

A slow, deliberate smile crept onto her lips.

"How...?" Uriel breathed, his voice shaking.

"It seems I was right."

Silence fell.

Then—

A crimson storm erupted.

Trevor's aura flared violently, the sky turning a deeper shade of red.

Lamair's eyes darkened, shadows curling around his form like living tendrils.

But it was Madeleine who moved first.

Her hand shot forward, grabbing Uriel by the jaw with an iron grip.

"Disgusting." Her voice was a whisper. A cold, merciless judgment.

Uriel struggled, but he couldn't break free. His body refused to obey him.

"Do you understand what you've done?" Madeleine's fingers tightened, digging into his skin. "You turned their corpses into weapons. Stole their last shred of dignity. And for what? A war that you were destined to lose?"

Uriel's breath hitched. "They were nothing but sacrifices for the greater—"

CRACK.

Madeleine slammed his head into the ground.

The earth shattered beneath the force, sending cracks spiderwebbing outward.

Trevor whistled. "You got a lot of nerve talking about sacrifices in front of her."

Lamair sighed, shaking his head. "Poor fool doesn't even realize who he's speaking to."

Madeleine straightened, her expression unreadable.

Uriel gasped, struggling to lift his head. Blood poured from a fresh wound across his temple.

"You... You think this changes anything?" His voice trembled, but his defiance still lingered.

Madeleine's eyes flickered with something far darker.

"No," she said quietly.

She turned her spear in her hand, Nyxfang's energy screaming in response.

"But it seals your fate."

Uriel's pupils shrunk.

Madeleine exhaled slowly. "I was going to let Trevor do as he pleased with you. But I changed my mind."

Trevor blinked. "Huh?"

Her violet gaze burned.

"You don't deserve a slow death."

Uriel barely had time to react before Madeleine's spear moved.

One precise, fluid motion.

Nyxfang pierced straight through his chest.

Uriel's breath caught in his throat. His body jerked violently.

The spear pulsed.

His life force was ripped away.

For the first time in his life, Uriel felt true despair.

Madeleine didn't blink. Didn't flinch.

She just watched.

Watched as Uriel's body began to disintegrate, consumed by the very weapon that had devoured thousands before him.

His last breath left his lips—not a scream, not a curse.

Just a quiet, empty gasp.

And then—

Nothing.

Uriel von Seras Blade was no more.

Madeleine pulled her spear free, flicking the blood off its surface. She turned to Trevor, her voice devoid of emotion.

"Let's move."

Trevor grinned, stretching lazily. "Damn, Ma. That was cold."

Lamair smirked. "Took her long enough."

Madeleine didn't respond.

She simply turned her gaze toward the horizon, where the Blade Clan's final stronghold lay in the distance.

The war wasn't over.

And she would not stop until their entire bloodstained legacy was erased.

The hunt continued.