Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 210 I Want a Baby

Elijah trudged toward the basement, and even as he pushed open the rotting, scorched door, a pungent, burning smell, like death and destruction, clung to him.

The once-familiar basement is now completely different, as if it had undergone an apocalyptic catastrophe. The original mysterious runes on the altar were blackened by smoke, like the marks of a demon struggling in pain. On the ceiling, some of the stones had fallen away, revealing hideous gaps, like eyes peering through the darkness. The floor was a tangle of charred remains and broken fragments, the shells of objects that had once been consumed in the flames.

Elijah walked slowly through the ruins, the ashes crunching slightly under his feet, as if the spirits of the basement were whimpering. There was a mingled light in his eyes, a mingled anger at Emily for having the audacity to do so much damage, and a regret for all that the place had once held, for all its dark and sanguinary past, it had been a part of his source of strength. Now it has all been torched by Emily, leaving only this devastated landscape.

When Elijah’s eyes came in contact with the pool of blood, there was a flash of shock in them. Only the sight of the pool of blood, unspotted, like a dark altar, gave off a chilling aura.

The blood in the pool, which had been of a grotesque crimson, became at this moment like the deepest black night, so thick that it seemed as if every drop carried with it innumerable sins and secrets. The surface of the pool of blood showed not the slightest sign of having been burned by the flames; there was no scorching, no drying, as if the fire Emily had started had never touched the spot.

As he approached the pool, he could feel a cold chill coming from it, as if it might penetrate to the marrow of his bones and go straight to his soul. Elijah stretched out his hand to touch the liquid in the pool, but stopped at the moment when he was about to do so, and a feeling of unaccountable terror came over him. He stared at the pool of blood, filled with doubt and shock, the flame that should have been the messenger of destruction, but here it had lost all power. Could it be the power of the dark gods protecting the pool of blood?

A bold thought came into Elijah’s mind, and his gaze fell upon the charred body of the dark wizard on the ground. The body was twisted and deformed, and reeked of a mixture of death and charring, but it was as if Elijah had seen a glimmer of hope, albeit one that came out of endless darkness. He gritted his teeth and decided to make a desperate attempt.

Elijah stooped and laboriously lifted the body of the dark wizard. The weight of the body strained him a little as he took one step at a time toward the pool of blood. When he reached the edge of the pool of blood, without the least hesitation, he violently threw in the body of a dark wizard. The body fell into the pool of blood, splashing a jet of black blood that seemed to have life in it, twisting briefly in mid-air before falling back into the pool.

Elijah stood still at the edge of the pool, staring at its movements. Time seemed to grow impossibly long at this moment, and every second that passed seemed to test his patience. The surroundings were deathly still, and only his slightly rapid breathing echoed through the basement.

It was some time before the pool of blood began to change. The black blood, which had been as calm as a mirror, began to tremble a little, and then to boil violently, like water that has been boiled. The air-bubbles scurried out of the bottom of the pool of blood with a frightful sound, and the black liquid of the pool emitted an even stronger aura of darkness, as if it had been set on fire.

Suddenly a charred black hand reached out from the pool of blood and gripped the edge of it. Immediately after, the charred head of the dark wizard also appeared, and his eyes flashed with a strange red light, as if two flames were burning in the depths of hell. A dark wizard slowly rises from the pool of blood and stands over Elijah. There was still a steady flow of black blood from his body, but the charred parts were gradually recovering from the pool of blood under the watchful eye of Elijah. Vitality.

" You’re alive. " Elijah looked at the dark wizard standing in front of him, the face stained with black blood looked ugly and eerie in the light of the candle flame.

"The god of darkness has given me a second life. " The dark wizard replied in a hoarse voice. Slowly the black blood from his body trickled on to the charred floor.

"I plan to attack the south. I need a legion of the undead. " Elijah said.

" Then we need more sacrifices." The dark wizard turned his head to the black pool of blood, " The bodies of those undead warriors are sunk in the depths of the blood pool, we need more power to awaken them."

" Why is that? " Elijah asked in disbelief," Can’t you summon them?"

"The power granted to the undead legion by The god of darkness is not infinite. " The dark wizard stared at Elijah with those glowing red eyes, "The last war consumed too much energy from the undead legion. Only by constantly contributing sacrifices to the god of darkness will he grant the undead legion more energy."

"And what is the offering this time?" Elijah asked in a low voice, " A living person?"

The dark wizard grinned a wry smile, " Only a more precious offering will please The god of darkness."

" What is it?"

" The pregnant woman." The dark wizard said, " I want the baby in that woman’s womb."

Elijah’s face was stunned as he realized that the woman the dark wizard was talking about was Emily." No." He refused.

" The baby in her womb is not yours." The dark wizard mocked, " Why do you care about her so much?"

" If we sacrifice Emily’s baby to the god of darkness, then the undead legion will get more power." The dark wizard’s voice was low and seductive, every word was like an invisible tentacle trying to wrap itself around Elijah’s sanity, " That way you can quickly conquer the continent and become the only king of the wolves. Imagine that the entire world will tremble under your feet, all the people will submit to you, and no one will be able to stop you."

To be king of the continent, what a tantalising prospect. Elijah’s face became extremely complicated as he struggled between his desire and his conscience. The Dark Wizard, on the other hand, watched him silently from the sidelines, his eerie gaze like a ghost in the darkness, waiting for Elijah to make the decision he craved.

Time seemed to stand still for an instant, and an atmosphere of tension and oppression filled the space. Two voices were constantly battling in Elijah’s head. One voice seduced him, "This is your only chance, what’s the harm in sacrificing a child for the sake of power, for the sake of becoming the supreme king?" The other voice was screaming at the top of its lungs, "You can’t do this! You’ll lose Emily forever, and your own soul, and become a scorned demon!"

" If the baby in Emily’s womb is sacrificed to The god of darkness, she may die. " Elijah hasn’t forgotten what Haley looked like after she was sacrificed, she became gray-haired and lost her mind.

Elijah did not want Emily to become like Haley. He wanted a normal woman, not a crazy one.

" Sacrifice the living like before." Elijah said firmly.

There was a flash of disappointment in the dark wizard’s eyes as he slowly said, "Yes, Your Majesty."