Help! The Villainess Trapped in the Beast World's Drama!

Chapter 1117: Chapter 805: Wings_3

His actions were completely different from usual, being extremely cautious, as if afraid that his fingernails might accidentally scratch that delicate skin.

”This child is very beautiful, she resembles you, and her talent is quite impressive, she’s surely set to be the next High Priest?”

Ying Zhao nodded but did not feel happy, instead she was worried. ”I don’t know why, but lately my heart has been beating intensely, filled with anxiety, especially when I see this child... Her fate might be very turbulent, something may happen.”

She sighed, ”Born at this time, it is uncertain whether it’s a blessing or a curse, I worry that we might not be able to protect her in the future.”

”I think, femininity represents new beginnings, the revival of life, it’s a symbol of good fortune for our Blood Clan.” Nie Yi chuckled, evidently very fond of the child.

He didn’t offer empty compliments; he truly believed it.

The Blood Clan hasn’t been heavily influenced by the Polluted Land yet, but due to their unique constitution, bearing offspring is inherently difficult, especially since only females from the Priest Clan can pass down their roles through generations. Historically, many High Priests have passed their positions on to other descendants within the clan.

Looking at Ying Zhao, barely over thirty, having given birth to two sons and now a precious young female, she certainly represents strong fertility—an omen of good fortune.

Ying Zhao was somewhat comforted by his words, ”Let’s hope Your Majesty’s auspicious words come true and that this child can live well.”

”Yes, no matter what happens, we must ensure the child’s safety.”

Nie Yi took out a blood bead and merged it into the youngling’s body.

Ying Zhao’s heart shook but she did not stop him.

This is a secret technique of the Blood Clan; if truly desperate, it can directly preserve the child’s life.

With Nie Yi’s power, the blood bead he condensed could preserve life for a thousand years.

Nie Yi was quite comforting to her, yet reaching this point, he was well aware that reality wasn’t as optimistic.

Upon leaving the room, as a parting request, Nie Yi deeply looked at her and proposed one last plea.

”Ah Zhao, can I... kiss you once more?”

Nie Yi was not asking for the first time privately.

In the past, he would find all sorts of legitimate reasons, but this time, he didn’t look for any excuse.

Just used his deep, blood-colored eyes to gaze intensely at the dignified and beautiful female in front of him, hiding feelings and desires buried deeply within, even tinged with a hint of supplication.

Ying Zhao’s expression remained gentle and calm.

But Shen Tang could feel that her heart also beat violently at that instant.

Yet, quickly, she forcefully suppressed this inappropriate feeling.

A voice inside said she must not make a mistake again.

As usual, Ying Zhao refused him again.

Nie Yi wasn’t surprised, having anticipated his rejection, he smiled lightly with a hint of bitterness, said nothing more, and turned away.

In the following half-year, the two scarcely saw each other again.

It was as if Ying Zhao sensed something coming; she refused to see anyone except for emergencies that required reporting, spending most of her time in the secret chamber, beginning to write history, or more precisely, a half prophecy book.

This was the duty of every High Priest, but she appeared particularly urgent.

Because she vaguely foresaw the catastrophe approaching the Blood Clan.

The speed at which it arrives will be exceptionally swift, potentially beyond everyone’s imagination.

It would be an apocalyptic disaster, decisive for the survival of the Blood Clan.

She eagerly sought to know the final outcome, yet whatever attempts she made, even facing severe backlash, she couldn’t see through the final outcome hidden behind the mist.

Until one night, Ying Zhao suddenly had a nightmare.

She dreamed of Nie Yi breaking into the Divine Hall to rescue kidnapped clansmen.

With a great oppressive army advancing, he fought heroically, his body covered in bloody wounds.

After fighting for days and nights, standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he finally slew all the guard troops.

The sky split open with a sharp arrow, instantly piercing through his body.

A fatal blow!

Ying Zhao awoke abruptly, drenched in cold sweat.

She hurriedly dressed and exited, only to hear the elder conveying tragic news, her legs going weak, almost kneeling.

—Just moments ago, Nie Yi’s soul lamp was extinguished.

It wasn’t a nightmare; it truly happened.

Having consumed her blood, Ying Zhao had left a blood mark within him.

If tragedy struck, his final moments would transmit synchronously to her.

The reason Ying Zhao set the blood mark in Nie Yi had always been an implicit premonition—he might not return this time after leaving.

Yet she hadn’t expected this day to come so soon, for Nie Yi to be killed so effortlessly.

She didn’t even have the chance to bid farewell.

Whether from backlash or sheer grief, Ying Zhao vomited a large mouthful of blood, nearing unconsciousness.

Even in the Illusion Realm, Shen Tang seemed to feel her heartache firsthand, the tear splitting sensation within, rendering her heart severely painful, almost to the point where breathing became difficult... Ying Zhao wasn’t indifferent about that Blood King; perhaps even she didn’t realize how much she cared. That moment was more agonizing than death.

Ying Zhao felt like she was on the verge of dying.

But she still held herself up.

The sudden demise of the Blood King left the Blood Clan in a state of panic; as the High Priest, she had to stand guard over their last line of defense, or else the Blood Clan would truly become a slaughter for the Divine Hall.

Ying Zhao didn’t know who killed Nie Yi.

In the nightmare, that arrow which pierced through the sky bore an obscure, mysterious totem on the arrowhead, depicting a pair of unfolded wings.

Half blazingly white, half Abyss!