Ethereal and distant female voices came from all directions.

Ethereal, mysterious, mature, and seems to have a hint of wonderful charm.

The sound was so beautiful, like an exciting divine song, and seemed to contain supreme majesty, which made people feel a sense of awe and yearning from the bottom of their hearts.

And when the voice rang in Yurst's ears, he felt that his heart stopped for a moment, and the blood in his body seemed to boil in an instant, as if he was aroused by the ethereal and mysterious voice.

A kind of awe that seemed to come from blood and soul slowly spread in his heart...

So... such a powerful spiritual power, it can actually activate my extraordinary bloodline so easily!

Yurst was heartbroken and quickly looked back at the reliefs and murals.

Everything extraordinary comes from God, and the power of the gods can suppress the extraordinary power of the world.

But it was the first time he encountered someone who could shake his bloodline so easily, except for the long-lost True Ancestor of Blood, the princes who commanded the major blood clans, and the God Lord Harald who once waged war against the blood clans.

!

Yurst's eyes circled around, trying to find the source of the sound. After circling around to no avail, he had no choice but to kneel down on the spot and said with awe:

"My mysterious and great majesty! Please forgive Yurst for being rude..."

As he spoke, he hesitated slightly, then mustered up the courage to grit his teeth and said:

"My mysterious and great majesty, Yurst... I want to ask for your summons and pray for... your help!"

Yurst's voice echoed in the solemn castle.

He lowered his head and waited anxiously for the god's answer.

He knew that for an unfamiliar god, his request might be a bit presumptuous. After all... he didn't even prepare an altar or sacrifice.

But now, Yurst couldn't care less.

Yurst had never felt like he had to wait so long for a response.

Every second of silence seemed like a year had passed.

The silence was accompanied by tremendous pressure, and just when Yurst became more and more uneasy and nervous, the ethereal voice finally sounded again, like the sound of nature:

"Come forward."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground of the castle began to tremble, and the crimson mist rolled again.

Yurst was refreshed. He raised his head and looked up. He saw the mist in front of him spreading to both sides, revealing the ever-changing ground. The stone slabs that seemed to be alive continued to spread and turn over, building up layer by layer, forming a straight path leading to the front.

steps...

After Yurst hesitated for a moment, he took steps and walked up the steps.

And when he came to the end of the steps, he saw a high platform standing in front of him. On the high platform was a majestic and simple throne, surrounded by complicated thorns and roses. On the throne, there was a woman wearing a black divine dress.

He was leaning lazily, resting his chin and looking at him with interest.

Under the misty mist, Yurst could not clearly see the woman's face. He could only see the pair of mysterious and magnificent red-gold eyes and the long silver hair as smooth as silk in the mist.

But even so, he could still feel the sacredness and majesty, the antiquity and vastness of women, the worldliness and unparalleled beauty that could not be concealed even if it was covered by mist.

Yurst only felt that this vague image seemed familiar.

But when he recalled it carefully, he seemed to be unable to recall anything. After he hesitated for a moment, he even forgot what he had just wanted to recall. He only felt that the god in front of him was so mysterious and beautiful.

, even if it is to cover up the appearance...

Yurst took one look and didn't dare to look again, for fear of offending this mysterious female god.

He took a deep breath, bowed respectfully, and introduced himself again:

"The fourth-generation blood descendant of the Ness clan, the Blood Earl Yurst Ness, has met the mysterious and great His Majesty..."

"May your glory shine on the world forever, and may all glory finally return to your throne!"

After hearing Yurst's respectful and almost flattering praise, the "goddess" on the throne chuckled.

I saw her changing her posture slightly, gently putting one slender white leg on the other leg, tapping the armrest of the throne, and saying with a faint smile:

"Blood descendant from Ness, I already know your purpose of coming, just call me Dark Night."

As she spoke, her eyes in the mist gradually became deeper, and her voice became a little playful:

"I have always abided by the principle of equal exchange. Since you want to ask me for help, then... what price can you pay?"
Chapter completed!