The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

"Chu Zhou, my child."

"Mom loves you."

"Mother……"

His body felt heavy and cold. He had rarely felt this cold since he had acquired magical powers. It was as if the heat in his body was constantly draining away, and with it, his life.

Chu Zhou opened his eyes with difficulty, his vision blurred due to excessive blood loss.

Staggering, he looked into the giant eye embedded in the top.

The closed circular outline has a radius of several meters, which makes it hard to imagine what kind of huge body this eye was originally embedded in.

The edges are completely petrified and blend into the surrounding cave walls.

Eye of the Giant.

The crest of his mother's family.

The eye of the ancient mythical beast Cyclops, collected as a symbol of "God", belongs to him.

Chu Zhou had never been allowed to see it before, and he thought it was just a false legend. But today he finally knew that it was all true.

"He doesn't know anything yet!"

"It doesn't matter whether he knows it or not. He's an adult, and it's time for him to do it."

The mother's voice and someone else's voice collided in the air, and then silence fell again. After a while, a sound like chanting, as gentle and continuous as the tide, rang out in the air.

Seven humans guided by the gods.

Seven countries were established.

The division of the world has evolved into what it is today over a long period of time.

……

Chu Zhou heard a pair of light footsteps approaching him, and then a soft palm touched his face with trembling strength.

Chu Zhou could no longer see clearly, but he still managed to smile in the direction of the person who came: "Mother."

"I'm sorry, Zhou Zhou. I wish I hadn't made a wish to bring you back."

The woman's voice was filled with regret and sobs, and Chu Zhou felt something cold against his neck.

Is it a knife?

A huge sense of absurdity and sadness emerged in Chu Zhou's heart. He never thought that he would die here in such a way.

He died in the home he longed to return to, and even died at the hands of his beloved mother.

"Can you at least let me know why?"

The blade that was about to cut his neck paused.

"Don't delay, they may find something wrong at any time." The man shouted in a deep voice from behind.

"But this was his last wish."

Faced with the dissatisfied voice in the darkness, the woman's hand trembled but firmly moved the blade away a little.

She gently said to Chu Zhou, "Zhou Zhou, do you know that the current royal family of Dongli is not the real royal family? We are the royal bloodline passed down from ancient times."

"The one sitting on the throne now is just a puppet that we pushed onto it."

"We are the descendants of Dongli's original founders, and you are the true royal family."

Chu Zhou didn't know what this had to do with their plan to kill him, but he felt drops of tears dripping onto his face.

"Your bloodline is the purest ever, so that person also chose you as a sacrifice."

The blade moved down, not cutting his neck, but piercing his chest.

The surging blood instantly gushed out and sank into the magic circle under him, and the entire jade platform was filled with a beautiful glow.

Chu Zhou choked on a mouthful of blood and felt his life slipping away rapidly.

The man walked up to him, scooped up a handful of blood at random, and used magic to send it into the air to feed the giant's eye.

In an instant, the closed stone eyes opened, a dazzling white light burst out from them, and a transparent door opened out of thin air.

Chu Zhou saw the scene inside the door with difficulty.

It was a magnificent complex of buildings, churches and castles that looked like divine relics.

Yes, the religion?

The man looked up in amazement. "As expected of the purest bloodline, the door can be opened faster than any of the previous members of the tribe. It's a pity that it can only be used this once."

He turned around and said ruthlessly to the person beside him, "When he dies, send the warmed altar over immediately. Don't make that gentleman wait anxiously."

"I know."

As soon as the answer came out, the relaxed expressions on the faces of several people suddenly froze.

A gray shadow that had never been there before suddenly appeared in the air in front of them.

Just like a dead ghost, he just stood there, making people feel endless weirdness and depression.

The gray shadow held a pitch-black, cold sickle in his hand. As he raised it, the blade clearly reflected faces that were gradually filled with fear.

How did he get in?

When did he come in?

Will he kill them?

The gray shadow seemed to just stand there, not moving.

But the face reflected on his blade kept spinning, turning, and rolling.

Ah, it turns out their heads have been chopped off.

Thump thump.

The balls fell into a pool of blood on the ground.

The gray shadow turned around and raised his hand casually. In an instant, the closed cave was forcibly cut open to create a spacious hole.

The bright sunlight and fresh air from outside rushed in quickly, along with more than ten figures running at high speed.

"Chu Zhou!" Wen Xun was the first to rush in, and his heart almost stopped when he saw the blood all over the ground.

His eyes quickly scanned and soon locked onto the jade platform behind the gray shadow. When he saw the knife stuck in Chu Zhou's body and his chest no longer rising and falling, Wen Xun's hands and feet went cold for a moment.

Although he and Chu Zhou had often told each other to die quickly during their playful encounters, when the other person actually died before his eyes, the disbelief and despair that welled up from the bottom of his heart instantly overwhelmed Wen Xun.

His legs suddenly felt extremely heavy, and Wen Xun moved towards the jade platform step by step. When he spoke, his voice was already hoarse and almost tearing: "You..."

"What do you mean? Get out of the way and don't touch me." A dissatisfied voice came from Wen Xun's feet.

Wen Xun lowered his head slowly, only then realizing there was a tiny green-haired figure standing in front of him. He had only one step away from stepping on it, and it was now glaring at him angrily.

The villain said sternly, "He's still breathing, but if you step on me, he'll be dead."

Wen Xun was stunned for a moment and didn't react. Then he was pulled to the side by a strong force. He turned around and saw Chi's cold and hard profile.

"Trust him." Chi said concisely.

In this world, if even Sang Mo can't cure someone, then there is really no hope for him.

But in other words, as long as he still has a breath, Sang Mo can most likely be saved.

The rest of the people around them also gathered around, tacitly keeping silent, and looking nervously at the scene in front of them.

The doll-like green-haired man raised his hands after shouting Wen Xun away. Suddenly, tens of millions of green silk threads burst out from his body, denser than a spider web.

The extremely thin green silk threads were like countless needles as thick as hair, piercing into the motionless body of Chu Zhou from all directions.

The green magic that seemed to have substance began to run wildly, and the breath of life and healing magic continued to flow in.

Xile opened his eyes wide in horror in the first second.

As a wood magician, she felt the power in the thread most deeply. She had never seen such huge magic power and breath of life in any other magician.

"He can be saved." The moment this thought came into Xile's mind, the chest of the young man on the jade platform, who seemed to have died, suddenly began to rise and fall again.

After a violent cough, Chu Zhou slowly opened his eyes, his pale face from excessive blood loss showing a blank expression.

"Awake? Be patient." A faint voice came from beside my feet.

Before Chu Zhou understood what it meant, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his chest, and the knife that was mostly embedded in his body was pulled out mercilessly.

puff.

Blood spurted out again, and the exposed wound revealed the hideous white bones. Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the thick green magic covered it again.

Chu Zhou: “…”

Chu Zhou had a feeling that he had died and come back to life several times in a short period of time.

He lay on the bed with a hopeless mind.

His mother wanted to kill him, and he was used as a sacrifice by his family. He almost died but didn't... Countless events were played back and forth in front of his eyes like tape.

However, when he opened his eyes and saw the closed stone eye above his head, all those complicated thoughts were instantly cleared away.

Chu Zhou blurted out: "Door!"

"What?" The time gate had already completely closed when everyone came in, and they had no idea what Chu Zhou meant.

Only Xing Yue and Sang Mo suddenly raised their heads.

"I know where Jiang Liujing is." Chu Zhou's face was extremely pale, but his eyes were extremely bright.

He spoke very quickly, "He is in the Divine Religion. My mother saw him. He may very well become the new Holy Son of the Divine Religion!"