As the inheritance reached its final stage, it required sacrificing one’s own life? In an instant, the enchanting beauty turned into a pile of bones. This visual impact sent shivers down the spines of all the guests present.
Rohan widened his eyes and stared at the pile of bones not far in front of him. He was filled with shock and disbelief. What happened to his daughter?
Does this mean that the inheritance has failed?
Amongst the crowd, only Elias stood calmly with his arms crossed, observing everything. His slender eyebrows quivered slightly, and his forehead wrinkled.
Based on his knowledge, even if the inheritance were to fail, the recipient wouldn’t turn into a dried-up corpse.
Just then, a faint and eerie voice, like a fragile thread, emanated from the corpse on the table.
No!
She couldn’t be referred to as a corpse anymore.
Because she had resurrected. Her cheeks glowed with a rosy hue, resembling a delicate young girl of seventeen or eighteen. Below her thick bangs, her eyes were a fiery crimson and an inky black.
Crack.
Crack…
Sounds of joints moving echoed crisply. The statue-like deity sitting cross-legged slowly stood up, her eyes filled with immense resentment as she gazed at the people below the platform.
Finally, her gaze landed on Rohan, and she gently parted her red lips. “Father, why didn’t you save me earlier?”
As she spoke, her rigid body moved towards the lower part of the altar, each step producing a clear sound.
Father?
She… she was Charlotte!
How could this be?
The white bones on the ground… Could it be that the true inheritance was transferring the soul to another person?
Charlotte’s appearance now was neither human nor ghostly. Even if she obtained the inheritance and lived on, what good would it do? She could only continue existing in this state.
“Charlotte…”
Rohan looked at his daughter, who had been resurrected in a different way, with ecstatic joy. In his mind, he was already focused on making the Miller family the top among the eight noble families.
“Charlotte, for your own good, with this inheritance, you will not only be the head of the Miller family but also the princess, and even a new deity. Everyone will look up to you.”
“All this supreme glory belongs to you.”
Princess?
Upon hearing this, the prince’s expression became inexplicably deep. He could marry Charlotte if it was before, but now, she looked like an extremely hideous monster. He didn’t want to spend the later part of his life living with this dried-up corpse.
His rejection was clearly written on his face.
Charlotte gave a cold laugh. It felt like she had just rolled through a magma hell, with every inch of her flesh and every drop of blood burned by scorching flames.
Ripping souls out of bodies was an excruciating pain, but it seemed like nothing more than a show to them.
She had desperately sought her father’s help, but he had been indifferent, focused solely on his grand ideals.
Selfishness, greed, and apathy-these were the true reflections of human nature.
As if something had come into her mind, she suddenly clasped her hands together and began chanting a spell. The black light reappeared at her fingertips.
Then, the light transformed into a deluge of moths, attacking the people in the field.
These were Dream Butterflies. Once bitten, they would be blinded and plunged into the deepest abyss of darkness.
These little things were quite sensitive. Even Cheyenne, hidden in the attic, was noticed by them and they attacked her.
Cheyenne’s expression turned serious, and she instinctively wanted to shoot.
But once she fired, it meant exposing her own existence.
A magical scene unfolded; as those black moths approached her, they fell one after another before reaching her.
What’s going on?
Just as she felt curious, a cold and eerie voice suddenly came from beside her, and Cheyenne lifted her head to meet a pair of mismatched pupils.
Charlotte had noticed her presence. A faint smile appeared on her slightly sinister face, and her gaze at Cheyenne resembled that of someone looking at a doomed person, filled with sympathy.
“So you were hiding there!”
“No wonder my moths were ineffective against you. You have holy blood in you.”
Upon hearing this, Cheyenne’s heart fluttered. She understood it was Benson.
He had fed her his blood.
As a recipient of the inheritance, Benson possessed purer spiritual power, and his bloodline strength was much stronger than Charlotte’s. Therefore, a faint spiritual antibody had formed within Cheyenne’s body, capable of resisting ordinary Praying Magic.
Charlotte once again made a move against Cheyenne. This time, a dense black light emanated from her body, forming huge dark clouds that swiftly darkened the space between heaven and earth.
Broad daylight became akin to the night.
In such an environment, visibility was greatly hindered. Those attacked by the moths had started writhing in pain on the ground, filled with cries of agony.
Others couldn’t see, but Cheyenne could clearly see that the ground was now teeming with wriggling black snakes, swiftly moving in her direction, densely packed and emitting a faint hissing sound.
Cheyenne had no choice but to open fire. She closed one eye tightly and aimed the other at the black snakes, swiftly pulling the trigger.
Bullets flew out of the barrel, causing a slight vibration, and her hand began to heat up at the recoil.
It seemed she hadn’t used guns for a long time; hence she used limited force, but luckily, she shot right.
Not a single shot missed its aim.
As the bullets hit the black snakes, they swiftly turned into black light, dissipated, and then reformed into serpent bodies.
Can this go on?
They could regenerate infinitely, but her bullets were limited.
Cheyenne took a light breath, squinted her beautiful eyes, and quickly thought of a way to cope.
Catch the ringleader first! Perhaps she could take down Charlotte first!
The sniper rifle mounted on the railing shifted in a new direction; this time, the barrel was aimed directly at Charlotte on the altar.
Thud.
A bullet shot out, piercing through the air, and hurtled straight toward Charlotte.
A soulful shot-it landed directly in Charlotte’s heart, piercing her body and leaving behind a fingernail-sized hole.
She had long been a revenant, and this bullet passing through her didn’t produce a single drop of blood.
Charlotte glanced down at the skeleton on her body, grinned, and let out a taunting cackling laughter.
“What a fool you are. Have you forgotten that I am already immortal? No matter how fast your gun is, it’s useless against me!”
Her teeth gleamed white, especially conspicuous in the darkness.