Celestial Bloodline

Chapter 265 Dark race

Bia flapped her wings and started flying when Kyle's body fell downward.

She blinked and gazed down at the narrow hole that engulfed Kyle.

-'Hey... Are you okay?'

Kyle looked up at the opening and cursed under his breath. He almost wanted to strangle that flying bird who was staring at him with smiling eyes.

He hissed when he sensed a stinging pain in his palm.

"I am fine just a scratch."

Kyle closed his eyes to look around in his mind space. It was just as huge as he remembered. Within a second, he fished out a small vial of healing potion from the pile of glass vials stacked in a corner.

He poured the potion on his palm, Anlee and Aira had prepared a lot of things for all the kids to use in the secret realm before they left Kingdom Tersia. After all, no one knew how long the kids had to stay in this place.

Kyle watched the wound on his palm. It was healing but at a very slow speed. He clicked his tongue.

"They only gave away low-grade healing potions. So stingy."

"Anyway, what's in the pouch Principal Ratric threw at me?"

It was so hectic at that time that's why he just simply tossed the pouch in his mind space. Kyle hurriedly took out the pouch and peeked inside.

His eyes sparkled and he laughed out loud.

"Finally! I got my wealth back! Damn being poor is so bad!"

He emptied the content of the rings in his mind space and hugged the (S)-Rank sword clad in a silver scabbard with a satisfied smile.

'I missed you the most!'

Kyle's happiness doubled when he saw an unfamiliar low-rank storage ring within the pouch. It was filled with so many healing potions! And half of them were high-grade!

'Master you are the best!'

He smiled at the ordinary-looking broach placed inside the pouch. It was similar to the life-saving artifact Elder Han gave him in the past.

He hurriedly tied the broach on his shirt and after he tossed everything in his mind space, he wore all the empty storage rings on his fingers.

"They are empty but they look pretty on my fingers."

Bia who had been watching him for the past five minutes narrowed her eyes.

-'Are you gonna come out from the hole or not?'

Kyle raised his crescent eyes. He snapped his finger and three floating fireballs appeared around him.

"Nope, not coming out. There is a narrow tunnel here leading underground. Just follow me."

Bia sighed and dived down into the hole. She gazed at the fireballs.

-'Don't waste your mana I can illuminate the path.'

The moment her words fell, bright golden flames appeared around her whole body. The flames were brighter than Kyle's fireballs

Kyle shrugged and waved his hand. The fireballs around him vanished. They moved in a straight line going deeper and deeper underground. The tunnel ground was dry and dark. Moreover, it contained nothing except uneven dark-colored rocks.

However, Bia's expression was resolute because she knew Kyle had a long history of finding treasures just by walking.

...

Meanwhile, the atmosphere outside the tunnel was heavy.

An army of flying figures suddenly appeared in the dark sky.

Their beady pitch-black eyes stared at the bright lights flashing from the crack present in the sky. The leader of the group let out a menacing laughter. An evil smile tucked at the corner of his dark lips.

"Indeed the ancestor didn't lie those living outside are here again."

A tremendous pressure emerged from his body. The pressure scared the ones standing behind him. However the pressure wasn't directed at them, it was aimed at one of the lights failing from the crack.

A pained cry rang out in the sky and the light vanished into darkness, leaving behind an injured floating figure.

The young curly hair elven girl opened her eyes and clenched her injured chest with a painful expression. Her mind was foggy. What happened? She just entered the gate but in the next second, she felt like someone forcefully yanked her body out.

She cried out when she saw how far she was from the ground. She struggled to move her floating body but an invisible chain restrained her movement.

"Oh, it's a woman?"

A scratchy, unpleasant voice sounded in her ears. She snapped up and her eyes contracted with dread.

A pair of dark beady eyes stared at her with an ominous glint. The man's skin was tanned and a dark pair of bat-like wings extended from behind his back. Dark long veins bulged out across his whole neck and his long pointy nails didn't look any weaker than a lethal weapon.

The girl noticed his ugly smile and choked out.

"What... are you?"

The man's eyes trailed down her body and stopped and her face.

"Such a pleasant voice but I don't like it."

He smirked and tilted his head.

"Still, I should introduce myself. Right? Well, I am Emion. The current leader of the dark race. Haaa... I remember the people outside used to call as.. what was it?"

Emion looked back at his people with a frown because his memory was not good.

The girl's expression turned deadly pale when she saw a whole army floating behind him. All of them look hideous just like Emion.

A head peeked out from the crowd.

"I remember. They used to call us demons even though we are from the dark race."

The man tried to look hurt but the evil smirk playing on his lips gave him away.

Emion laughed out loud, showcasing a row of black razor-sharp teeth.

"Yes, Demons! Good job. Here this thing is a gift for you."

He grabbed the trembling girl's neck and tossed her toward the ones standing behind him.

A loud cheer rang out behind his back coupled with the girl's pleading cries. Emion fixed his gaze at the crack a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"All of you spread out everywhere. After the crack in the sky closed the old treasure lands would open up again. All those outsiders are here for the treasures. Kill the males and take the females back for enjoyment."

As if recalling something important he clicked his tongue.

"Make sure not to break the girls completely. They are useful. The ancestor is worried about the race population and the girls' bodies are the perfect container to plant new seeds."

With a loud exclamation, the hundreds of figures standing behind him scattered in different directions. On the other hand, Emion's gaze shifted and he vanished behind another bright light that fell from the crack.