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Chapter 317:
Lightly landing in a forest, Freya dispersed the rain clouds surrounding her, and her body slowly became visible from transparency.
However, at this moment, her complexion was somewhat pale, her steps unsteady, and she appeared as if she had just undergone intense physical exertion.
Raising her right hand slightly, Freya noticed that the King Cobra Mark on it seemed to have faded a bit.
"Is this what it feels like to consume Bloodline Power? It seems more severe than I imagined."
Although she had already implanted the King Cobra's Bloodline, it was only the initial transformation, and she could not produce King Cobra blood herself.
Thus, while Bloodline Power was powerful, it could not be used indefinitely at this stage. If not controlled, once it was depleted, everything would return to square one.
This was the most troublesome aspect.
However, once she reached the first form, this phenomenon would disappear.
A fully transformed King Cobra physique inherently possessed the ability to produce blood; even if completely consumed, it would recover after a period of rest.
Currently, the methods to replenish Bloodline aside from absorbing the essence of other creatures' blood were simply through eating.
By consuming food and channeling its energy through the Royal Serpent Bloodline, it could be converted into King Cobra blood.
This was also the most suitable method for Freya to replenish her depleted Bloodline at present.
Feeling that her strength had somewhat recovered, Freya looked up at the unfamiliar forest she was in.
She gently snapped her fingers.
With a soft sound, a strand of Azure Wind flew from her fingertips into the sky, and after a while, it returned to her.
Freya slightly closed her eyes. Then she opened them, frowning.
"It seems I have already reached the northern part of Yule Forest in Crimson Plain. If I go any further north, I will leave Crimson Plain. I didn't expect to fly this far."
During her brief battle with the Guard Wizard, she had used ancient sorcery and was in an absolute state of invisibility. Unless there were a Dawn Wizard or a Prophet Master from the Shadow System nearby, no one would have noticed that the rain cloud was her.
"I remember that this area seems to be the Main City of Original Crimson Cross; it's just right for a rest."
After confirming her direction, she turned and walked towards it, her figure quickly disappearing into the forest.
Three hours later.
In a dilapidated gray city, Freya in her white robe with red edges walked along the streets.
On both sides of the street were some closed Shops, and the street was somewhat desolate, with only a few people around.
The air faintly retained a light energy aura.
Freya's gaze swept over these closed Shops and noticed that most of the doors had a rough mark of a Red Eagle Head carved on one side.
This was the symbol of Crimson Eagle, indicating that these Shops belonged to the property of Crimson Eagle.
Seeing this, Freya showed an understanding expression.
"It seems that this Red Cross is also an organization that does not wish to submit."
Although the entire Crimson Plain now belonged to Crimson Eagle, there were not only Crimson Eagle among the Wizard Organizations that previously existed in Crimson Plain.
According to Freya, there are nearly five or six individuals ranked within the top fifty in Cloud City.
After the war against Landri, the Crimson Eagle began a strong integration of various Wizard Organizations in Crimson Plain.
They aimed to completely unify all forces in Crimson Plain.
To this end, Elder Three and Five Elder even led teams to directly conduct a purge against some of the more resistant Wizard Organizations.
Although the effects were significant, some well-established wizards became even more fiercely resistant.
Occasionally, there would be skirmishes with members of Crimson Eagle.
All signs indicated that the Red Cross Wizard Organization's Main City clearly belonged to this category as well.
However, Freya glanced at a deep alley hidden not far away.
"It seems the purge isn't thorough yet. There are still quite a few rats left."
Since entering Main City, she had sensed a feeling of being watched, and just moments ago, she had confirmed where that feeling was coming from.
It was from the remnants of Red Cross forming a resistance.
However, after the sweeping actions of Crimson Eagle's main force, these survivors were merely small fry.
With Freya's current strength as a Second-Level Wizard, these individuals posed no threat at all.
After paying them slight attention, she quickly turned around several corners and easily shook them off.
Twenty minutes later, in an unsealed inn.
Freya spoke calmly to the innkeeper.
"Three servings of meat for dinner, and a cart. I need it for tomorrow, how many gold coins?"
The waiter behind the counter was a tall, seemingly fierce bald man. However, upon seeing Freya's robe, he was momentarily taken aback and then spoke with great respect.
"Of course, my lord. You need not worry about the gold coins; it is my greatest honor to have someone of your stature in my establishment."
Freya had no particular opinion on the waiter's flattery and simply nodded calmly.
Following the waiter, she arrived at a lavish guest room.
Everything in the room was arranged in a noble style; compared to Freya's usual residence, this room could be described as luxurious.
Not long after entering the guest room, a beautiful young girl pushed a food cart inside.
The silver cart was filled with delicious dishes that emitted an enticing aroma.
As she carefully placed the food on the dining table, the girl slightly bent forward and asked cautiously, "My lord, do you have any further instructions?"
Looking at the food on the table, Freya waved her hand.
"That's all; you may leave."
"Yes, my lord."
After the maid stepped back out of the room and closed the door, Freya approached the dining table.
The large table was laden with various foods: tender golden roast suckling pig, slightly bloody steak, duck, fruits, and much more.
After a moment's pause, she took out a knife and fork from beside her and sat down to begin eating.
Half an hour later, Freya put down her utensils.
At this point, most of the food on the table had been completely consumed.
However, she gently touched her still flat stomach and shook her head. With a hint of disappointment, she murmured, "The energy replenishment from food is indeed not as swift as that from blood."
Even though the total amount of food could nearly satisfy five adults, it still fell short compared to the essence of blood.
After finishing this table of food, only one-twentieth of her previously depleted Bloodline Power had been restored.
If she activated the absorption aura, according to Freya's calculations, it would only take a few minutes to fully replenish the lost Bloodline.
However, doing so would lead to consequences she did not wish to see.
"Forget it, I'll wait until I return to Lakefront Manor," Freya glanced at the increasingly prominent King Cobra Mark on her right hand. "Now that the Royal Serpent Bloodline has been absorbed, it's time to start purifying the Bloodline and transforming myself."
The initial transformation would be followed by an adaptation period and then the study of the King Cobra Legacy.
The ultimate goal of the legacy is to bring the wizard closer to the King Cobra. In addition to inherent abilities, the legacy also contains many powerful ancient spells related to the King Cobra.
Most of these ancient spells are still released through Bloodline Power. Next, in addition to purifying the King Cobra's Bloodline and gradually transforming her own physique, Freya would focus on improving these spells.
While consuming Bloodline Power is indeed powerful, it is too wasteful for her. If released using mental energy as a power source, although somewhat less powerful, it wouldn't require such troublesome replenishment.
Of course, if she entered a battlefield and activated the absorption aura, that would be a different story.
Once the food had completely transformed into complete Bloodline Power, Freya no longer needed it and instead walked over to sit on the soft bed.
She began to slowly purify that trace of King Cobra's Bloodline using the special cultivation method mentioned in the legacy, allowing it to spread throughout her body for further transformation.
"Hiss"
A snake-like sound echoed softly within a faint green glow.
Freya's right palm, marked with the King Cobra Mark, began to spread numerous fine black lines. These black lines slowly covered her entire body like the veins within her, forming a bizarre pattern akin to a tattoo.
The pattern pulsed rhythmically, reminiscent of a heartbeat, in sync with the green glow.
The luxurious guest room gradually filled with a light White Mist, which quickly dampened all the items within. Patches of green moss spread across the floor and table surfaces.
The unique dampness of the swamp filled the air with a bitter taste.
In this strange environment, Freya felt a surge of activity from the Bloodline within her body.
...
Not far from the inn where Freya was staying, in a hidden room.
Two figures cloaked in black robes sat quietly inside. A crystal hung from the ceiling, emitting an icy blue light that cast an eerie atmosphere throughout the room.
After an unknown amount of time, another figure in a black robe quietly opened the door and entered.
One of the seated figures lifted his head and spoke softly.
"How is it? Have you found the whereabouts of the Crimson Eagle's witch?"
His voice sounded as if it had been scorched by fire, deep and hoarse, carrying a sense of weakness.
"I found them, Master. They are at Peter's inn, and it seems they are alone," replied the newcomer in a low voice.
Upon hearing this information, the other figure's tone was filled with resentment.
"Alright! Since it's just one person, let's stick to the original plan and move together as three."
"Not so fast!" The hoarse voice of the figure in the black robe waved a hand to interrupt him, raising his head to look at the standing figure in black. "Is there any other information besides this?"
"Well," the figure in blue light pondered for a moment. "From my previous sensing, that witch seems to be at Liquefaction Level, but she carries a significant amount of energy from Cursed Items. I suspect this person might be an important figure from Crimson Eagle. If we take action, it may once again attract the guardians of Crimson Eagle."
"An important figure, huh?" The black-robed figure lowered his head, seemingly contemplating the pros and cons.
However, another black-robed figure stood up directly, revealing a hint of a cruel smile in the shadows.
"Only an important figure at Liquefaction Level! Hmph, I have killed important figures from Crimson Eagle! I will make the blood of hundreds from Crimson Eagle pay tribute for Ansel's death! One day, I will twist that damned old man's head off!"
"You'll be torn to pieces by those guardians long before you can twist that man's head off." The seated black-robed figure said.
"What are you talking about?!" Hearing the faint mockery in his tone, the black-robed figure slightly raised his hand, quickly gathering strands of energy.
"Look at what you are now; your hatred has burned your brain to ashes." Sensing the gathering energy, the seated black-robed figure slowly lifted his hood. "Or have you forgotten the lesson I taught you before?"
Under the pale blue light, the face of the black-robed figure was fully exposed. It was a terrifying visage, half destroyed; one side was intact while the other appeared as if it had been burned by flames, revealing a blackened jawbone beneath. The skin was so fused together that it was hard to distinguish where the eyes and nose were.
As if startled by this twisted face, the standing black-robed figure froze for a moment, and the energy in his hand instinctively dissipated.
Nevertheless, he still spoke harshly.
"Sain! Have you forgotten Ansel? Or are you afraid?!"
"I certainly haven't forgotten!" Touching his ruined half-face, he lowered his head and put his hood back on coldly. "However, our resistance forces are too few to withstand the slaughter of the guardians. If this operation alerts them and brings them here early, then my Red Cross legacy may truly fall into Crimson Eagle's hands."
Hearing the mention of legacy, the other two fell into silence.
The last hope of the Red Cross is now in their hands; this is the final legacy left for the descendants of the Red Cross, and they cannot afford to treat it lightly.
Feeling the oppressive atmosphere, a figure named Sain in a black robe furrowed his brow, as if he had made some decision in his heart.
He took out a fist-sized black object resembling a heart from his waist. The surface of the Heart was covered with numerous tiny holes, and faint wisps of smoke resembling faces emerged from these holes.
At the moment he revealed this black sphere, the temperature in the entire room seemed to drop by two or three degrees.
"What is this?" Upon seeing the black sphere, a flicker of joy crossed the face of the figure in the black robe. "What do you intend to do?"
"That's right." Sain nodded expressionlessly. "With the Heart of Shadow and the three of us, even if she has a Magic Weapon, we can take her down instantly. After that, the Cursed Items on her will become our greatest asset!"
Just as the figure in the black robe was about to say something, Sain waved his hand.
"Don't waste time. After we finish this, we need to relocate immediately. We can no longer stay in Main City; we need to leave Crimson Plain with our belongings and people as soon as possible. As long as the main legacy remains, the Red Cross will never disappear!" (To be continued...)
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