Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 478 Bloody Conspiracy

The blood-red sky hung low like thick blood plasma, as if the canopy of the heavens might collapse at any moment.

The aura of the fused entity in the guardian's arms was so faint as a wisp of smoke, each breath like pulling on a thread about to snap.

The black lava beneath our feet was bubbling and boiling, and the sparks that flew up when the bubbles burst were like countless wronged souls struggling and wailing within it.

On the walls of the distant, enormous castle, the distorted human face reliefs suddenly oozed black slime. The slime, like a living thing, meandered down the brickwork, gathering on the ground to form hideous faces. They grinned, their rotting mouths baring their teeth at the guardian, emitting a chilling chuckle.

Before the castle gate, the silver marks on the chests of the row of people clad in white robes shone even brighter, their light echoing the burning observer marks on the palms of the guardians, as if signaling the approach of a fateful duel.

"Outsiders, bringing an unclean aura into this forbidden land."

The white-robed man at the head of the group finally spoke, his voice like two pieces of ice rubbing against each other, cold and harsh, devoid of any warmth.

He slowly removed his hood, revealing a face covered in cracks, each crack shimmering with a dark purple light, like a imprisoned demon peering out.

"But the container in your arms may be the key to unlock the 'eternal prison'."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other white-robed men simultaneously raised their hands, and the silver mark on their chests instantly transformed into silver chains, shooting towards the fused body like snakes emerging from their holes with a whooshing sound.

The guardian reacted extremely quickly, dodging sharply to the side.

He carefully placed the fusion onto a protruding piece of white bone. The runes on the surface of the bone lit up with a ghostly blue light the moment they touched the dark purple core, as if responding to some ancient call.

The Guardian gripped the Chaos Lightsword tightly, and the black mist swirling around the blade suddenly expanded, like a colossal beast awakening.

"If you want to touch her, you'll have to get past me first!"

He roared and swung his lightsaber, leaving a trail of fire as it collided with the silver chains, unleashing a deafening roar that echoed through the eerie space, making everyone's eardrums ache.

The chains split into countless fine threads the instant they made contact, like cunning venomous snakes that bypassed the sword blade and aimed straight for the guardian's throat.

At the critical moment, all the runes on the Guardian Armor suddenly lit up, shining brightly.

The lingering phantom of the first observer reappeared, but this time its face was even more blurred than before, as if it might vanish into thin air at any moment, and its voice was intermittent, as if it came from a distant time and space:

"They... are the guardians of the graveyard of the first observers... Only the power of chaos... can break their chains."

The phantom vanished as soon as it finished speaking. The guardian immediately mobilized the power of the curse within its body, and the light of the Chaos Light Sword surged, like a blazing sun, severing all the silver chains. The shrieking sound of the chains breaking was like the wail of a demon.

But before he could even catch his breath, the dark purple vortex above the castle suddenly began to spin violently, the air emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if countless ghosts were screaming within it.

The figure of the Chaos Infant slowly descended from it. At this moment, he was no longer a child, but had transformed into a tall figure wearing a black robe and a crown.

Each jewel set in the crown enshrines a phantom of an observer struggling in agony; the distorted faces and desperate eyes of these phantoms send chills down one's spine.

"What a wonderful performance."

The voice of the Chaos Infant was like rolling thunder, causing lava to splash several meters high. "However, do you think that accepting the darkness in your bloodline can turn the tide? You're too naive."

His words were undisguisedly sarcastic, echoing throughout the space.

He waved his arm, and the castle gates burst open with a deafening creak, as if the gates of hell had been opened.

Countless monsters formed from dark purple mist surged out, their bodies constantly changing shape, sometimes transforming into giant beasts with bared fangs and claws, and sometimes into grotesque skeleton soldiers wielding bone blades.

The white-robed men launched a new attack. Their silver marks transformed into huge silver wheels of light, spinning rapidly through the air and slicing through it. The sound of the wheels cutting through the air was like the scythe of death being wielded.

The Guardian gritted his teeth, his muscles tense, as he desperately used his Chaos Lightsaber to fend off the monster's attacks while searching for an opportunity to get closer to the fusion.

During the battle, he keenly noticed that the facial reliefs on the castle walls changed expressions in sync with the rhythm of the battle.

When the Chaos Infants launch their attack, they reveal a ferocious grin, their mouths stretching to their ears, showing sharp teeth.

When he retaliated, blood tears flowed from the relief's eyes, dripping onto the ground and instantly evaporating into wisps of black smoke.

This discovery stirred something within him: could these reliefs contain trapped souls? The thought had barely crossed his mind when it was interrupted by an attack from a colossal beast.

In the instant he was distracted, a giant beast's claws grazed his shoulder with incredible speed, leaving a deep gash on his armor.

Blood gushed out and, as it dripped into the lava, transformed into countless black butterflies. These butterflies fluttered their wings and flew toward the Chaos Infant.

The Chaos Infant laughed and reached out to grab the butterfly, its eyes full of mockery: "Look, even your blood is submitting to me."

He crushed the butterfly, and dark purple energy surged into the Guardian's body through the wound, attempting to control his consciousness.

The guardian felt a wave of dizziness and began to hallucinate, as if he were being swallowed by darkness.

At the critical moment, the dark purple core of the fusion suddenly lit up again, and a pure blue light shot out from the core, like a ray of hope, striking the guardian between the eyebrows.

He felt his mind instantly clear, and the chaotic power within him merged with the blue light, forming a brand new force that surged through his body like a raging tide.

He raised the Chaos Light Sword high and shouted, "Since the darkness in my blood cannot be eliminated, then let it fight alongside the light!"

As the lightsaber slashed out, a streak of silver, black, and azure light pierced the sky. Wherever the light touched, monsters vanished, turning into wisps of smoke.

The silver halo was shattered into countless starlight points, scattering across the ground.

The infant of chaos's face finally turned gloomy, like the sky before a storm.

He formed hand seals and chanted incantations. The castle began to shake violently, and countless cracks appeared in the ground. From these cracks emerged enormous tentacles covered in raised tumors, dripping with green slime and emitting a nauseating stench.

"In that case, let us be buried together with this castle!"

He laughed wildly, his laughter filled with madness and despair.

At this moment, the fragment of the crystal ball in the guardian's arms suddenly resonated with the human face reliefs on the castle wall. The reliefs began to emanate golden light, which gradually converged into a golden river, like a golden dragon, rushing towards the Chaos Infant.

The Chaos Infant was prepared. He calmly took out a dark purple compass, the surface of which was engraved with mysterious runes. The pointer spun wildly, absorbing all the golden light.

"You think you can defeat me with such a simple trick?"

He sneered, his eyes filled with disdain, and pointed the compass at the guardian. "Now, it's time for you to witness the true power of chaos."

Under the powerful impact of the compass, the guardian felt as if his body was being torn apart, every inch of his skin was in excruciating pain, and his bones were groaning under the unbearable pressure.

He looked with difficulty at the fused entity and found that her body was gradually becoming transparent, like a phantom shadow, and the light of the dark purple core was getting weaker and weaker.

At this moment, the white-robed men acted again. They formed a circle, chanting incantations, and a light array composed of silver marks enveloped the fused entity.

The white-robed leader revealed a sinister smile, his eyes gleaming with greed:

"The container is about to complete its transformation, and the key to the eternal prison is finally in our hands."

The guardian tried to rush forward, but was suppressed by the power of the Chaos Infant. He felt as if he were being crushed by a mountain and could not move.

He looked at the fused entity with despair, his heart filled with resentment.

Suddenly, he remembered the prophecy on the stone tablet. Was there really no way to break this cycle?

Suddenly, a rune on his armor emitted a dazzling light, and a faint voice echoed in his mind: "Find the 'Eye of Fate' deep within the castle; it is the key to reversing everything..."

At this moment, the fused body was completely transparent, and its dark purple core floated in the air, slowly flying toward the compass in the hand of the Chaos Infant.

The castle trembled more violently, new cracks appeared in the ground, and the blood-red clouds in the sky began to gather into a huge human face, exactly like the face of the Infant of Chaos.

The guardian knew that his time was running out.

He gritted his teeth, mustered his last bit of strength, his muscles tensed, veins bulging, and finally broke free from the suppression of the Chaos Infant, rushing towards the depths of the castle.

With each step he took, he felt his body was about to give way, but his belief remained unwavering.

Behind him, a catastrophe capable of destroying the entire star field was silently descending; darkness, like a tidal wave, was about to engulf everything...