How many times has Meng Tuoluo been married?
Completely uncountable. Perhaps more than ten times, perhaps twenty times, perhaps even more.
Apart from the first time which was etched into her heart, she had almost forgotten the subsequent weddings. In any case, every time was a massacre, every time was bloody.
Perhaps the one she slightly remembered was the time with Suo Lun.
Still unrelated to feelings. It was merely that Suo Lun had displayed extraordinary artistic talent, even surpassing her own.
If Meng Tuoluo had not experienced a love etched into her heart, she might have fallen in love with Suo Lun. But after experiencing everything with Ji Mengbai, she was no longer capable of loving anyone else, including Suo Lun.
Not only that, when she sucked Suo Lun’s blood, her cultivation was actually devoured by him.
This also revealed Suo Lun’s identity as the Lord of the Demon Star, the Demon Emperor of World Destruction.
At that time, Meng Tuoluo had said that if in the future Suo Lun did not die, and she did not die, and Suo Lun had decided to betray the human kingdom, then Meng Tuoluo would come to pledge allegiance to Suo Lun. Not only becoming his subordinate, but also becoming his woman.
Unexpectedly, that time had truly come.
Suo Lun had become the mortal enemy of the human kingdom. He had truly come to the southern wilderness, become Lanling, and even created a certain situation, establishing a tribe.
So the agreement between her and Suo Lun should still be valid.
At the Flame Demon Tribe, the moment she saw Lanling, she actually faced the greatest choice.
Whether to fulfil her promise and pledge allegiance to Suo Lun.
Or to betray her promise and continue pledging allegiance to the Modo Empire.
In the end, Meng Tuoluo chose to betray her promise and continue pledging allegiance to the Modo Empire.
Because she was born in the Dragon God Temple and knew the falseness of the so-called Demon Emperor of World Destruction. And Lanling was still too… weak, making her unable to see hope for revenge.
The Modo Empire was different. It was incomparably powerful, sufficient to contend against the Dragon God Temple.
That’s right, Meng Tuoluo wanted revenge.
This was almost the only motivation supporting her to continue living. Her bone-deep hatred for Ji Mengbai, her hatred for the Dragon God Temple, she could never release these in this lifetime.
This hatred had already surpassed her life.
She felt Suo Lun did not have the ability to help her take revenge, but Princess Na Xue could.
Moreover, she had already promised that as long as she conquered the southern wilderness and established the Southern Modo Empire, she would immediately lead her army north to invade the human kingdom, shatter the Dragon God Temple, and tear Ji Mengbai into ten thousand pieces.
The Modo Empire and the Dragon God Temple had a pact, but the Southern Modo Empire that she, Princess Na Xue, established had no pact whatsoever with the Dragon God Temple.
What was Meng Tuoluo’s mission in coming to Rakshasa City? To marry the Little Barbarian King.
Then what was the mission of marrying the Little Barbarian King? To lie low and provide intelligence for the Modo Empire?
No, it was not.
She was paving the way for Princess Na Xue.
Now, the great war in the northern wilderness was already finished, and the Modo Empire and the Dragon God Temple had a pact that they must not cross the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
So the Modo Empire’s gaze fell upon the southern wilderness.
Over these years, the Modo Empire had sent who knows how many spies to the southern wilderness.
But the northern wilderness and the southern wilderness were separated by the Land of Fallen, making large-scale land invasion impossible. To attack the southern wilderness, they could only go by sea.
But the Modo Empire currently did not have a powerful navy.
And the maritime environment from the northern wilderness to the southern wilderness was extremely perilous, not suitable for large-scale ships to travel.
So the Modo Empire thought of proxy warfare, which was to find people worth supporting within the southern wilderness, gain their trust, control them, expand their armies, and ultimately rely on their armies to unify the entire southern wilderness.
Princess Na Xue had set her sights on the Little Rakshasa King.
Her plan was very simple. First, have Meng Tuoluo marry the Little Rakshasa King and fully grasp information about him, including martial power, personality, wisdom, flaws, and so on.
Next, Princess Na Xue would personally go south and marry herself to the Little Rakshasa King.
If she were to marry, of course she would be the principal wife, and she would certainly have to kill the Little Rakshasa King’s queen.
After marrying over, Princess Na Xue would embrace and kiss the Little Rakshasa King, turning him into a member of the vampire royal family.
Thus, the Little Rakshasa King would completely fall into her demonic grasp. The entire Rakshasa race territory would also fall into her demonic grasp.
At that time, relying on the tens of millions of troops in the Rakshasa race territory, plus the powerful million-strong army of the Modo Empire under her command, it would be sufficient to sweep across the entire southern wilderness, unify this territory of hundreds of millions of square kilometres, and establish the Southern Modo Empire.
That’s right, her million-strong army could not cross the Land of Fallen, nor could they cross the sea in large numbers. But she knew of one method to bring a million-strong army into the southern wilderness.
That was to smuggle across the sea into the human kingdom, traverse the entire eastern sea of the human kingdom, and reach the northern end of the world.
There was an Aurora Gate there. Passing through this energy gate could directly reach the southern wilderness.
This was Princess Na Xue’s plan of the cuckoo occupying the magpie’s nest.
So now, Meng Tuoluo’s only mission was to marry the Little Rakshasa King and make him infatuated with her.
Forget her identity as a spy, wholeheartedly serve the Little Rakshasa King, wholeheartedly serve his power.
Meng Tuoluo was originally a peerless beauty second only to Zhi Yan and Ji Xiuning. Plus, having been embraced and kissed by Princess Na Xue, she possessed the bloodline of the vampire royal family. So the moment she entered Rakshasa City, the moment she participated in the selection, she deeply attracted the Little Rakshasa King.
Thus, marrying the Little Rakshasa King became a matter of course.
“Second Princess Consort, the moment for the Wedding Dance Moon Sacrifice has arrived,” the maid said respectfully.
The Wedding Dance Moon Sacrifice was an extremely solemn ceremony, one that only weddings of the Rakshasa royal family were qualified to perform.
The Little Rakshasa King had only performed it once before, and that was when he welcomed his principal consort.
From this, one could see how special Meng Tuoluo’s status was, almost on par with the principal consort.
Taking a deep breath, the peerlessly beautiful Meng Tuoluo, wearing magnificent red garments, gracefully rose and walked out.
Outside was the plaza where the Wedding Dance Moon Sacrifice was held, an incomparably vast plaza.
Apart from His Majesty the Rakshasa King, all the prominent nobles of the entire Rakshasa race had come. As for the territories below, only the thirteen Banner Lords were qualified to bring their wives and heirs to attend this Wedding Dance Moon Sacrifice.
Military generals, only great generals commanding armies of one hundred thousand or more were qualified to attend.
Of course, there was one other type of person who could attend the Little Rakshasa King’s Wedding Dance Moon Sacrifice, and that was experts at the Demon Sect level or above.
All guests combined, there were fully several thousand people.
However, this was still only half the number of people at the Wedding Dance Moon Sacrifice. The entire plaza had fully over ten thousand people.
The other ten thousand plus people were partly dancers, partly sacrificers.
As the peerless beauty Meng Tuoluo gracefully emerged, instantly, over ten thousand torches in the entire plaza lit up simultaneously, and over ten thousand crystals were simultaneously unveiled.
Countless mirrors were unveiled, reflecting the torchlight, shining upon Meng Tuoluo alone.
The entire plaza was in darkness. All the radiance concentrated upon Meng Tuoluo alone, making her even more dazzling and brilliant, stunning beyond human comparison.
Ninian hid in a corner observing the ceremony. Her entire body was trembling. She felt incomparably humble, as if she were about to be trampled into the dust.
She felt that she was a joke.
And Princess Sha Yan, standing in the most prominent position observing the ceremony, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
She could not understand her royal brother. Why would he use such grand arrangements to welcome Meng Tuoluo?
However, the Little Rakshasa King had been unfathomable since childhood. Through his eyes, his face, no one knew what he was thinking.
In the centre of the entire plaza, a temporary pyramid was built, a pyramid ninety-nine metres high.
The entire pyramid had two hundred and ninety-nine steps, three faces in total.
On one face stood several thousand dancers.
On one face stood several thousand sacrificers.
One face was empty. This was for the bride Meng Tuoluo to climb, to walk to the top of the pyramid.
Countless war drums sounded, countless demonic conches sounded, countless horns sounded.
Then, a beam of light appeared at the top of the pyramid.
There, on a stone throne, sat the Little Rakshasa King.
Although the distance was very great, this was still the first time Ninian truly saw the Little Rakshasa King’s face.
Still filled with immense oppressive force like a high mountain, still filled with iciness.
But he was even more handsome than imagined, almost inhumanly handsome, yet no one would care about his handsomeness.
This was an extremely special face. One glance and you would never forget it for a lifetime, and it would even suddenly appear in countless dreams.
Extremely profound eyes, an extremely high nose bridge.
Truly lips like they were cut out by a knife, without the slightest hint of rosy colour.
The entire face seemed to be built from cold stones beneath a glacier.
He was extremely robust. Every part of his body was filled with powerful strength, even magical power.
He simply sat there, and let everyone know this was a king.
But his entire person had no expression whatsoever. Even his gaze had no fluctuations. He was not like a person, more like a sculpture, a cold sculpture.
An extremely aged shaman priest knelt down and said, “Your Highness, shall the Wedding Dance Moon Sacrifice begin now?”
The sculpture-like Little Rakshasa King did not speak, but merely raised his hand.
Yet merely this one movement seemed to make a wind blow across the plaza.
“Wedding Dance Moon Sacrifice, begin!” the elderly shaman priest shouted loudly.
Immediately, melodious, profound music sounded.
No one knew what instrument it was. It was like the howls of devils from hell.
Then, several thousand female dancers on the pyramid began to dance.
A dance filled with magical power, combat, seduction, strangeness.
The music grew louder and louder, the demonic dance grew more and more intense.
The music seemed like ancient demons, like malicious ghosts from hell, madly roaring, as if wanting to completely destroy this world.
The dancers on the pyramid were even more like a host of demons dancing wildly.
“Rise!”
At the command, the bride Meng Tuoluo gracefully stepped onto the first step of the pyramid.
Her stepping onto the pyramid’s steps was like a signal, like a command.
The sacrificers on the other face of the pyramid also walked towards the top of the pyramid.
Meng Tuoluo walked up step by step, and these sacrificers also walked up step by step.
The first sacrificer walked to the top of the pyramid, took the sharp curved blade, and with a fierce slash at the neck, blood gushed out madly, pouring into the blood pool at the top of the pyramid.
And the Little Rakshasa King’s throne was at the end of the blood pool.
The blood quickly flowed in, and the corpse rolled down from the other face of the pyramid, rolling to the side of the several thousand warriors.
Immediately, several thousand dancers waved war blades, chopping this corpse into pieces.
Thus, Meng Tuoluo walked up step by step along the pyramid’s steps.
On the other face, countless sacrificers also walked up step by step along the steps, came to the top of the pyramid, used curved blades to cut open their own throats, poured their scalding hot blood into the blood pool, then rolled their corpses down to the side of the demonic dancers, and were chopped into pieces.
This was the Wedding Dance Moon Sacrifice, an incomparably bloody, incomparably cruel wedding.
Meng Tuoluo walked up step by step according to the prescribed pace.
Countless blood sacrificers threw themselves forward one after another, releasing blood into the blood pool, then their bodies rolled down the other face of the pyramid and were chopped into pieces by the dancers.
The entire plaza, blood qi rushed to the heavens.
Everyone watched with hair standing on end, yet blood boiling.
In the barbarian races, to present a grand and magnificent scene, the first thing they thought of was living sacrifice, using blood and life to set off power and greatness.
Meng Tuoluo walked to the final step.
At this time, four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine sacrificers were all dead. The blood of these people had all been poured into the blood pool.
Fifty thousand jin of blood filled the two-metre-deep blood pool completely.
Meng Tuoluo gracefully walked into the blood pool.
Immediately, several hundred shamans stepped forward, using powerful energy to heat the blood pool, causing the blood inside to boil.
That’s right, this somewhat resembled the Demon King’s blood sacrifice for Yan Nai’er.
But it absolutely was not. There was an essential difference.
The Demon King’s blood sacrifice used special crystal stones to build a temple at the peak of the world, sacrificing countless powerful demon race cultivators, triggering the power of heaven and earth to carry out a demonic transformation for Yan Nai’er, stimulating the ancient demon bloodline within her body.
And the Wedding Dance Moon Sacrifice before their eyes was more like a blood bath.
That’s right, just like when Lanling killed that demon-toothed tiger and used its blood for a blood bath.
Only, the scale of the blood bath before them for Meng Tuoluo was greater by far, sacrificing four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine demon race warriors.
Countless shamans used powerful energy to boil the blood. The principle was also the same as a blood bath, which was to forcibly drive the energy in the blood into Meng Tuoluo’s body.
If it were someone else, the use of this blood bath would be very great, but not astonishing.
But Meng Tuoluo was different. She was of the vampire demon race, completely relying on sucking blood to raise her cultivation.
And this blood bath was equivalent to her having sucked the blood of five thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine demon race warriors.
The cultivation boost this brought, how powerful, how terrifying was it?
All the shamans were astonished to discover that Princess Consort Meng Tuoluo’s body was like an energy black hole, actually devouring all the energy in the blood at flying speed.
These tens of thousands of jin of blood actually disappeared to the bottom at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“Gurgle gurgle…” The blood pool boiled madly.
Below, the demonic dancers danced madly, madly chopping the sacrificers’ corpses.
In an instant, the entire pyramid was like the underworld hell, a host of demons dancing wildly.
The music throughout the entire plaza was even more like demons descending, terrifying yet shocking.
A quarter of an hour later…
The blood in the blood pool had all boiled dry, disappearing without a trace.
All the music stopped, all the demonic dancing stopped.
Princess Consort Meng Tuoluo slowly rose from the blood pool.
All her clothes had already disappeared, but she was shrouded in a thick layer of blood mist.
The only thing visible was her face.
Originally already peerlessly beautiful, she was now even more seductively dazzling, filled with magical power.
Her eyes were like magical flames.
At this moment, her body was filled with incomparably powerful energy. She did not know how much her cultivation had increased, she did not know how powerful she was.
“Argh…” A sudden sharp shriek.
A blood-coloured light, like a sharp sword, pierced straight towards the round moon in the sky.
Instantly, viewed from the plaza, the entire moon seemed to have turned blood-coloured.
It had actually… successfully produced a blood moon.
How many times had the Wedding Dance Moon Sacrifice not produced a blood moon? Yet tonight a blood moon had appeared.
This was an omen, this was the blessing of demons.
Immediately, everyone in the plaza knelt down and said loudly, “Long live His Majesty the Rakshasa King, long live, long live. A thousand years for the Crown Prince, a thousand years, a thousand thousand years.”
A blood moon had actually appeared?
This new princess consort Meng Tuoluo had actually broken through to Demon Sect powerhouse in one go.
And the Little Rakshasa King, still like a sculpture, sat on the throne, looking at his new princess consort, his expression unchanged, his gaze unchanged.
Meng Tuoluo walked along the blood pool to before the throne, and gracefully knelt before the Little Rakshasa King and said, “Greetings Your Highness, greetings husband.”