When the plot-skips players into the game world

——At the instant of the Celestial Marshal's descent, the night sky of the Iris Flower was once again shrouded in blood.

The night sky transformed into a dark red akin to the inside of an organ, twitching as if it were a heartbeat.

Even though the group underground couldn't see the sky at this moment, they could clearly feel the air becoming instantly humid.

A blood blade, approximately forty meters long and over a meter wide, instantly sliced the "dance dress" in half!

The blood blade that coalesced instantly dealt a heavy blow to the "dance dress" which couldn't evade!

"Your Knight, Don Quixote de la Mancha has come at your call—

"—to fight for you!"

Don Quixote also appeared with dazzling white light, manifested before Isabel turned into Aiwass.

At the moment he appeared, he grasped the enormous Holy Sword behind him and thrust it into the ground.

The illusionary Light Wings unfolded, forming a fleeting shield that blocked the shockwaves of the blood blade when they reached them!

Accompanied by a fierce clash of metal, the shadow of the illusionary shield reappeared, existing clearly for a moment before gradually dissipating again. Just like staring at a light bulb for a long time, then seeing a residual image linger and fade on a white wall.

If not for Don Quixote... the mere shockwaves would be enough to sever everyone's lifeline instantaneously.

The Blood Celestial Marshal paid no heed to them, unleashing a full-force strike without hesitation or reservation!

Yet this strike only took effect for a mere instant—

The blood blade that split the "dance dress" reversed without hesitation, attempting to continue slicing her body. With the swiftness of the Blood Celestial Marshal, one second would suffice to cut the dance dress into hundreds of pieces.

But when the blood blade made contact with her skin for the second time, it suddenly lost its effectiveness, disintegrating into a rain of blood.

——Having endured one attack, this move was now ineffective against her.

And "dance dress" did not fall apart; a slanted bright red crack appeared instead.

Blood wreaked havoc from within her, and each wound seemed to whirl like a small electric saw gear—shivering and pulsating, instantly looking as gruesome as a teddy bear randomly sewn back together after being torn apart.

Her body split into two parts and quickly tilted and misaligned, but she didn't utter a cry of pain.

——As if she felt no pain at all, "dance dress" merely frowned and looked down at the scars on her body.

She turned her head, calmly asked without haste or hostility, "Are you going to betray me, Cain?"

It was like a question, but when she spoke, it sounded like a statement.

"——To talk of betrayal?"

A childish voice rang out.

The giant blood blade shattered in the air, transforming into a rain of blood while a little girl soaked in blood gradually emerged clearly from the curtain of rain.

She looked to be only eight or nine years old, her black long hair draping down, covering half her face. Her cheeks were chubby, her skin white and soft, yet speckled with splotches of blood. She wore a completely blood-stained white dress—bare arms above, and bare thighs below. Along with equally white long stockings, now mostly dyed red.

At this moment, snug against her body, dark red blood flows drip-drip from her toes suspended in the air, not wearing shoes.

The feeling was like a blood-filled body bag, oozing out drop by drop through the seams.

The girl's features weren't exactly elegant and beautiful, more innocently and softly cute. If washed clean of blood stains and changed to a fluffy dry dress, she'd be soft and sweet like a freshly baked cake.

She levitated in the sky, those blood vessels like upside-down roots seemingly becoming wings behind her.

Even in backlight, the Blood Celestial Marshal's crimson pupils were strikingly bright.

The face originally looking innocent and pure now appeared ferocious and cold due to the half-face stained by blood.

Her words were full of arrogance and mockery, "I never promised you anything, void's residue. Don't flatter yourself."

——For some reason, the Blood Celestial Marshal did not use her original body.

Aiwass had seen Cain's appearance in a previous ascension ritual—though that was merely a mimicking ritual, Sasha's appearance was correct, so Cain's should be somewhat accurate too.

It was a young man with neutral beauty, tall and slender, half-elf. He had elf ears and a pair of curved, slender dragon horns in a red-black gradient. His hair was indeed long, straight, and black. But he had no Adam's apple and no chest.

Though both had long, straight black hair, one was human, the other half-elf and half-dragon. This was an obvious difference, not to mention completely different age and gender.

Undoubtedly, this was the vessel for the Blood Celestial Marshal's descent—the descendant of the last monarch of the Narcissus Duchy, Duke Daffodil's offspring, the Moon Princess of Iris Flower, Lucia Caipes's body!

Isabel felt familiar just hearing that voice.

"You are... Cheese!"

She blurted out.

Isabel still remembered the girl she had seen at the ascension ritual.

After all, attending an ascension ritual so young was indeed unique—even with parental oversight, they wouldn't let such an innocent child cause such trouble.

In an ascension ritual filled with intrigue and deceit, requiring simultaneous tests of wisdom, strength, socializing, and luck, children who didn't understand social rules were extremely prone to exploitation and deceit.

And Cheese's voice, Isabel also remembered clearly—when Aiwass mentioned to her that the vessel for the Blood Celestial Marshal this time was Cheese, she recalled that voice. Now she realized instantly, this was Cheese's voice.

However…

Based on experience fighting the Fallen Celestial Marshal, the vessel upon the Celestial Marshal's descent should merely provide a body.

The Celestial Marshals should transform appearance into their own, right?

The appearance of the young black-haired girl looked back at Isabel upon hearing "Aiwass's voice," glancing at her with the corner of her mouth slightly upturned.

"So it's you, Fox... oh, no, Lulu? Interesting…"

That was a mature and proud tone, and though retaining some childishness, the words seemed steady: "Quite a fate, human. We meet again.

"Here to vanquish me? Please wait a moment. Let me handle some personal affairs first, then come to accept your challenge."

No longer the girl who followed after Aiwass, calling with crisp "Fox brother," "Lulu sister" voices.

If she were in an adult's body, perhaps she'd appear like an "Ice Mountain President."

She noticed Aiwass and Sherlock's current state and squinted slightly.

The girl turned to mock the dance dress from above: "Really indiscriminate, void's residue. Even mortals are fit to bite? If hungry, go eat food, don't greed as snacks. Haven't your parents taught you?"

"Not really."

Dance dress turned completely, with her back to Isabel and the others.

She looked up; her tone was no longer sacred and ethereal as when speaking to Aiwass, instead, arrogantly gloomy like the Blood Celestial Marshal: "Rather... you're the snack, Cain.

"Really must thank you. If you didn't abandon your divine body, I wouldn't have escaped from you, and thus contacted the snake's pathway.

"That merely seizing three thousand people's blood vessels... is meaningless, isn't it? Completing such a degree of ritual just to stand before me?

"How—laughable."

The next moment, the space between dance dress and Cain shattered abruptly.

The earth trembled, the cave cracked, air currents surged out.

Arsene didn't even see what happened—only seeing the tearing tempest rush towards him!

If not for Don Quixote resolutely standing before them, they'd probably have been vanquished by the shockwaves of the invisible battle!