Eldritch Horror Theatre

Compared to when she had chatted freely about history at the salon, Serana was undoubtedly lacking her usual grace right now.

Even standing up from the floor seemed to take a tremendous amount of effort.

Faint glimmers of light flickered intermittently across her face. With every flash, an illusory patch of flesh and blood was illuminated.

This sight was somewhat familiar. When they first met, Serana had tried to use this very move to forcibly withstand one of his attacks.

Unfortunately, her current state looked more like an involuntary reaction—a bodily response forced by the Red Moon that had descended before her.

In addition, her signature small fangs were already faintly visible at the corners of her mouth.

She was clearly facing terrifying suppression.

But even so, she didn't just walk away. Instead, she stepped forward, one pace at a time.

"You disappoint me so much!"

"Serana, I once considered you the future of Gulade—for hundreds of years!"

"It is a pity that you have failed my care—and even my envy—turning yourself into a vulgar walking corpse."

"Gulade's future, or your future?"

Serana's voice sounded almost distorted.

"You merely wanted me to feel out a path for you, just so you could use it as a reference."

"If you care so much about Gulade's future, why didn't you become that trailblazer yourself?"

"Is it because you lack the talent, and you're far too old?"

Now that was truly reckless!

Listening to Serana's maximum-taunt speech, Fu Qian, watching from the sidelines, felt heartfelt admiration—and appreciation.

Either way, she was much more endearing than Ambor.

"Too old... Hahaha!"

There was nothing more fatal than a familiar face breaking through someone's defenses.

Although he wasn't sure how the Blood Clan classified their age brackets, Serana's "longevity equal to heaven and earth" style of verbal assault clearly wasn't completely ineffective.

Amidst his wild laughter, Ambor stomped his foot down.

The next moment, moonlight shone in from above.

That's right—even though the ceiling was clearly still there, thick moonlight seeped through it.

The same was true for the surrounding walls.

Faced with this magical scene that completely violated common sense, Fu Qian could faintly guess the reason.

When he stopped restraining his power just now, he had displayed a blasphemy against the very concepts of everything around him.

And with that stomp, that blasphemy overflowed, throwing everything into absolute chaos.

The ceiling's current behavior could be understood as the light-transmitting concept of glass being mixed into it.

Under this chaos involving the very essence of things, the room had practically become a special cage. Getting out probably wouldn't be that simple anymore.

"You are right. Placing hope in others is meaningless."

"I accepted your advice, and I also accepted the Progenitor's revelation."

"And now, the future of Gulade is right in front of you!"

Seeing Ambor's speech become increasingly impassioned, Fu Qian noticed that Chief Yuan's expression had also grown visibly solemn. He wondered if she regretted not choosing the bottom plan back then.

Of course, from Fu Qian's perspective, this was just a case where excessive concern clouds judgment for Chief Yuan.

Serana was right about one thing: although Ambor was constantly invoking the family's Progenitor, in essence, he wasn't that devout at all. The family was nothing more than a tool for his ascension.

His support for the younger generation was the same. With a gap of several hundred years in experience, could anyone really expect them to have any empathy for each other?

The main reason the current situation had escalated to this point was actually his dog-shit luck, advancing straight to a Divine Emissary in less time than it took to eat a meal.

Otherwise, given the execution strength of Chief Yuan's middle plan, this matter could have been handled perfectly well.

Therefore, locking down the space now and going all out in a one-versus-four fight against those in the Demigod Realm... Fu Qian didn't think Ambor was quite that stupid.

This cage was targeting someone else.

At this very moment, the family's value to Ambor still had a lot left to exploit, such as—

"Rest assured. Although you rejected the Progenitor's revelation, it's perfectly normal for young people to be stubborn."

"And as an elder, I don't mind sharing it with you."

Sure enough, after stomping his foot, Ambor locked directly onto Serana.

The next moment, on the bone and flesh wings behind him, streams of moonlight coalesced into needles.

A feeling of extreme danger washed over them. Serana's reaction was also extremely fast; her broad bat wings unfurled almost instantly to wrap around her entire body.

Obviously, that semi-ethereal defensive posture was no longer reliable enough in her eyes.

Unfortunately, even this defensive measure that she trusted the most was riddled with holes the very next second.

The needle-like red light Ambor condensed easily tore through this barrier, piercing her flesh and blood.

A shudder rippled out on the soul level. Between Rank suppression and the sneak attack, Serana suffered heavy damage almost instantly.

What was most terrifying was that Ambor had already condensed even more moonlight Spikes behind him.

"Chief Yuan."

Instead of rushing to deliver the final blow, Ambor looked at Yuan Shan to the side.

"Two in the Demigod Realm, in exchange for one Divine Emissary."

"This is sincerity from Gulade. I wonder if it's enough?"

As expected!

Fu Qian mused inwardly.

After advancing to a Divine Emissary, was the family still useful to Ambor?

The answer was naturally yes.

For example, to bear the cost.

"Although some rules were broken, no major harm was done."

"A Divine Emissary was somewhat riskily gained, but two in the Demigod Realm were also lost."

Facing the fully alert Yuan Shan, Ambor continued.

"It was even achieved under extreme luck, relying on the Innate Talent of the Blood Clan and the Progenitor's favor."

"I believe this absolutely cannot be considered a highly successful case, so there should be no worry about it setting a bad example."

"This result will be recognized by everyone in Gulade. I wonder if the Night Watchers can accept it?"

"Everyone?"

Understanding Ambor's meaning, Yuan Shan glanced expressionlessly at Grantham.

And this Gulade person in charge in Shangjing, tearing his gaze away from Serana with great difficulty, gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Everyone."

What a brilliant calculation!

Yuan Shan snorted.

Ambor was truly a cunning old fox.

Suddenly attacking to instantly kill Serana wasn't to vent his personal anger. Rather, he wanted to create a situation—the Gulade Family paid a tragic price in exchange for someone in the Demigod Realm advancing to a Divine Emissary, so that the Night Watchers, upon consideration, would no longer pursue the matter.

Using the cost of someone in the Demigod Realm to offer a scenario the Night Watchers could consider accepting—that really was bold enough.

And Grantham's posture explained Gulade's attitude toward this.

The only sacrifice was the unfilial descendant, Serana.

So, should they accept it?

Yuan Shan took a deep breath and subconsciously looked at Fu Qian.

Although she wasn't expecting much, if she could just get a little bit of advice...

Cough, cough!

Unexpectedly, Fu Qian, who had been a spectator this entire time, actually cleared his throat in response.

"For the current situation, there are top, middle, and bottom plans."

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