You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts Chapter 847 - 382: Consultation Before the Grave, Is the Per

Land of Canaan, Crescent Fertile Soil, the situation beca increasingly chaotic and disordered due to the return of the Night God.

The Night Order, suppressed for thousands of years, raised the banner of Holy War, launching round after round of offensives against the Edifis Religious State. anwhile, among the Seven Phases, the Sun God Ra, who had lost half of his ’pride’ essence, still arrogantly quarreled with the Blood God, attempting to reclaim the half of the essence seized by the Blood God.

For a ti, the entire region was engulfed in the fires of war, smoke billowing everywhere.

Edifis Religious State, Holy Relic Royal Court.

A scarlet sky shrouded the Gothic spired palace, dark gold lines flowed on the obsidian floor—drawn with the immaculate blood of a thousand pure maidens as the "Holy Descendant Hymn".

On the throne, Tianci, draped in a dark robe inlaid with thirteen blood diamonds, lightly caressed the grotesque demon carving on the throne’s armrest with his pale, slender fingers.

His eyes were like solidified blood crystals, reflecting his firstborn son—Yair—kneeling below the steps.

"Father, the Golden Council has reached an agreent with those two from the Dongji Kingdom."

Yair lifted his head, his silver-white hair flowing like moonlight, "But they demand full paynt upfront..."

"Three trillion Western Yuan?"

Tianci chuckled softly, his voice like a requiem played on a cello: "Such greedy creatures."

A crack suddenly appeared in the do of the Royal Court, spilling the radiance of the blood moon, illuminating Tianci’s sharp fangs erging at the corner of his lips.

Yair unfurled a scroll of parchnt, a three-dinsional image of Tie Hengjiang and dicine Bodhi appearing on it: "Divine Gang Dao is currently beset within and without, making it the perfect pawn. But I do not understand..."

His crimson pupils contracted slightly: "Why avenge Avner? That fool deserved to die for initiating the Blood Feast ritual without permission."

"Revenge?"

Tianci suddenly laughed loudly, the flas on either side of the throne turning a ghostly blue: "My dear firstborn, when have you seen the Holy Blood Clan waste chips on the dead?"

He stood up, the hem of his robe sweeping across the ground, causing the blood gold lines to wriggle like living creatures.

"What I want is the thing three thousand ters beneath the Yann Headquarters of the Divine Sword Group—only Ye Qingzhou’s little lover knows how to unlock it after his death."

Yair’s pupils shrank dramatically: "You an...the Insect Mother Ruins?"

Tianci placed his hand over his chest, where an inverted cross brand appeared: "Our master descended with an oracle last night..."

The entire Royal Court suddenly shook violently, thirteen ancient coffins suspended from the do simultaneously opened, and the spectral figures of the thirteen ancestral Saint Kings awoke!

"When the Pale Moon devours the sun"

"When the steel city grows flesh"

"The thirteen sacred coffins will awaken the primordial"

"All shall return to the Blood Feast"

Yair trembled all over, it was a language older than the true ancestors of the Blood Race!

"Understand?"

Tianci’s nails suddenly grew, gently grazing his son’s neck: "The Golden Council, the remnants of Divine Gang Dao...are rely appetizers before the Blood Feast."

He leaned over to whisper in Yair’s ear: "As for the three trillion? When the Doomsday Horn sounds..."

"We shall reclaim their souls as debt."

A mont later, a man wearing a suit and a golden mask appeared in the hall—it was the envoy from the Golden Council.

Tianci flicked out a crystal vial, inside which three drops of silver liquid floated: "Assassin-made Moon Marrow, enough for you to open the gates beneath the Arctic Circle."

After the Golden Envoy withdrew, Yair suddenly frowned: "Father, do you really intend to help them awaken the Destructive Giant Beast Leviathan? That is..."

"Hush..."

Tianci’s fingertip pressed against his son’s lips, his eyes blazing with blood-red light: "Let the Golden Council and the Martial Arts World of Dongji Kingdom tear each other apart, and we shall only need to act in the final mont..."

Then Tianci inhaled deeply with a look of intoxication: "Patiently wait, for it will be a fragrance of souls that even the scent of Western Yuan’s money cannot overshadow..."

anwhile, in the shadow of the Royal Court, a golden coffin engraved with Silence Curse Spell slowly opened, and the figure lying inside also erged—it was the Seventh Seat of the Thirteen Divine Blood Saints, Curse of the Throat: Salmas.

"Your Majesty the Seventh Saint King, the materials you promised for the Pale Moon Ritual..."

The awakened Seventh Saint King did not respond to Tianci’s question because his lips had long been sewn shut with golden threads, yet the ancient vows still echoed within the palace: "When doomsday arrives, when the golden coffin is opened, the Thirteen Saint Kings will drink the last drop of blood in the world."

In the ancient Pale Epoch, when the land was a wasteland, thirteen Primordial People, under the blood moon’s witness, saw the Blood God descend from the Star Abyss.

They drank the Divine Blood, gaining eternal life, and established the first Edifis Religious State.

However, the Blood God prophesied—true eternity would co only after the end tis.

Thus, the thirteen Saint Kings sealed themselves deep within the religious state using golden coffins, with the blood of all beings as the curse, awaiting the day when the Doomsday Horn would blow.

Thirteen golden coffins emitted a faint glow in the dim underground palace, and the coffin of the Seventh Saint King Salmas suddenly began to tremble violently.

The Silence Runes on the coffin lid fractured inch by inch, and a soul-rending voice exploded directly in Tianci’s mind:

"What year is it in the current world?"

The sound was piercing like thousands of steel needles stabbing into the brain, and Tianci imdiately knelt on one knee, three of the blood diamonds on his crown shattering.

He struggled to suppress the trembling of his soul and responded with the most respectful ancient Blood Race etiquette: "To the supre Seventh Saint King, it is now...the Holy Calendar year 4025."

Thick black blood seeped from the cracks of the coffin, the blood coagulating in the air to form twisted words: [Has the Doomsday Horn sounded in the world?]