Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 69 Golden Cup Holy Blood
It's nothing but gorgeous.

This was Ivan's first impression after arriving here.

The interior of the tomb is spacious and bright. The dome is inlaid with countless gems emitting soft light, like twinkling stars in the night sky, making the entire space look dreamy.

The walls are made of jade-white marble and are carved with exquisite reliefs. Each one is lifelike and tells the story of the golden age of the elves.

If you ignore the huge coffin in the center of the room, no one would realize that this is a tomb.

However, anyone who steps into this tomb will never ignore it.

The coffin is made of a whole piece of amethyst that exudes a mysterious luster. The surface of the crystal is carved with intricate patterns, and each pattern is inlaid with tiny diamonds.

The coffin was surrounded by a circle of vines made of gold, on which bloomed bright red roses, the petals of which were carved from rubies. They were so beautiful that they seemed to emit bursts of fragrance.

However, although using crystal to make coffins is luxurious and mysterious, it also has an obvious disadvantage, that is, the scene inside the coffin will be exposed to the outside without reservation.

At this moment, Ivan stood in front of the coffin and saw the scene inside clearly.

Everywhere I looked, there was nothing.

There was no corpse or burial objects inside.

But Isidore had clearly said that this was the tomb of the highest-ranking elves. As an elderly, high-ranking vampire about to be promoted to Shadow Elder, he simply wouldn't bother lying.

What's more, he described the complicated procedures for entering the tomb completely correctly, which further proved that what he said could not be a lie.

So why is this?

Could it be that this highest-ranking elf, although building his own tomb, was not actually dead?

This wasn't impossible. Elves lived much longer than humans, and the highest-ranking individuals were likely elven royalty or elven sages.

If nothing unexpected happens, they should have a deep understanding of magic, and the chaotic energy will significantly extend the lifespan of creatures, such as warlocks among humans.

Ivan knew that in the highest level of the Warlock Brotherhood, the Guild of Talents and Skills, there was a very old warlock named Gerhard of Eller, or better known as Heng Gedimides. He was one of the first humans to land on this continent and was now over 500 years old.

As elves, their lifespans are only longer, so the speculation that the tomb's owner is still alive is not groundless.

However, it would be fine if there was no body in the coffin, but there were not even any burial objects. Didn't that mean I had come to the wrong place again?
What on earth is affecting the mutation of the soul? Damn it!

Ivan walked around the vast tomb and was surprised to find that the place he had just entered was not the main entrance of the tomb at all.

Because not far in front of him stood a larger, more magnificent door that looked extremely heavy.

Does this mean there's more than one way to get here?
Although this room is a tomb, it has many traces of life.

The most outrageous thing was that Ivan even saw an exquisite dressing table on one side of the tomb. The tabletop was made of a whole piece of obsidian and was covered with a thick layer of dust. It was obvious that no one had used it for a long time.

On the table, an exquisite bronze mirror stands quietly, with delicate patterns engraved on the frame, gorgeous and elegant, outlining a beautiful pattern.

What caught Ivan's attention most was a golden cup quietly placed next to the bronze mirror. Judging from the material, the entire cup seemed to be made of pure gold, gleaming with a dazzling luster. As he approached the dressing table, the badge on his chest trembled slightly.

So this is where his goal is? Ivan's spirits lifted.

He walked quickly to the dressing table and looked at the items on it.

Is it this mirror or this golden cup that causes the badge to tremble?

He first set his eyes on the golden cup. Judging from the dust accumulated around it, it was clear that no one had set foot in this tomb for many years.

However, the golden cup was still filled with scarlet liquid, with no signs of drying up.

This is obviously very problematic.

However, although the emblem on the chest trembled slightly, it was not violent. This meant that even if the golden cup was a magical item, the magical fluctuations were not strong, and it was even less likely that it could affect the village outside the magic circle from such a distance.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the golden cup, but just as his hand was about to touch the cup, the originally calm red liquid in the cup suddenly trembled without warning.

Immediately afterwards, a violent wave of magic power spread wildly around with the golden cup as the center. Ivan's body was directly hit by this wave and flew backwards, hitting the wall behind him hard. At the same time, the witcher badge on his chest began to beat violently.

It’s this fluctuation!

Ivan recognized it instantly. This was exactly the magical tide he had felt at the beginning!
What really caused the soul mutation was not the golden cup, but the scarlet liquid inside!

The wave was so powerful that Ivan was pressed tightly against the wall and couldn't move for a long time.

After a long time, the magic fluctuations disappeared and Ivan stood up again. He returned to the dressing table with lingering fear and stared at the liquid in the golden cup.

Unexpectedly, just this little bit of scarlet liquid could emit such a strong magical fluctuation.

This fluctuation is obviously cyclical, sometimes released, sometimes restrained, and the aftermath can even affect distant human souls.

What exactly is this?
At this moment, Ivan felt that the red gourd hanging around his waist suddenly trembled slightly.

This was the first time it had proactively responded to external forces in the Demon Hunter world. The last time was when it encountered Lamb Niang in the Guangzhi dungeon.

Ivan seemed to realize something, and he quickly pulled out the cork of the red gourd.

The scarlet liquid in the golden cup began to roll violently, as if a blazing star was thrown into it. The originally calm liquid actually began to boil, and bubbles continued to rise from the bottom of the liquid, bursting with a "gurgling" sound.

Then, the liquids gradually turned into wisps of red mist, rising up.

The fog seemed to be pulled and rushed towards the red gourd quickly, but was blocked outside by an inexplicable resistance at the moment it was about to enter the gourd mouth.

The red mist outside the gourd was getting thicker and thicker, almost blocking Ivan's vision.

Just as all the liquid in the golden cup disappeared, the mist in the air gradually condensed and turned into a drop of scarlet blood, floating above the red gourd.

(End of this chapter)