Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

Bluebeard's castle, the deepest level, before the eerie bronze door.

"Why can't this key open it?"

The gray-robed spy inserted the key into the lock and twisted it. The mechanism inside the lock rotated halfway, but then jammed.

"Clack clack—"

The patterns on the bronze door glowed with a hint of scarlet, and behind it, the illusion of human screams could faintly be heard.

"Why is this happening? Is there some kind of magic on this lock?"

The gray-robed spy speculated, the increasingly twisting and changing patterns on the bronze door making him more and more agitated.

"Clack clack—snap—"

Finally, with a brittle snap of something unable to bear the weight, the key broke in the lock of the door.

"Tsk, it seems that this time, I may have to wait a while and then find a way to open this door..."

The gray-robed spy frowned, thinking, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back.

The next moment, a sharp spear cut through the air, thrusting towards him!

"Clang!"

Fortunately, the gray-robed spy dodged to the side at the critical moment, and the tip of the spear struck the bronze door, making a dull sound.

"So, you're the one having an affair with my wife? And you even want to go into my room?!"

Bluebeard Gilles looked at the gray-robed spy, confirming that he had never seen the person before. "Want to go into that door? Fine, today, I'll let you go in as a sacrifice!"

Saying that, Marshal Gilles raised his spear, and with a few quick and clean thrusts!

The gray-robed spy hurriedly dodged backwards, but he was not good at fighting, and the spear got closer and closer to his body—

And Gilles' initial vigilance gradually relaxed:

"You don't look like a Blue person, were you sent by the Sree Kingdom? Or... somewhere else?"

Although he asked, Gilles wielded his lance faster and faster, each move aiming at the gray-robed spy's body, he didn't intend to let the spy live!

Or rather, Gilles had already decided to obtain the power he would finally get from his blood.

Under such circumstances, he would not leave the slightest unstable factor.

"Die!"

Gilles glared and roared, the lance forcing the spy into a corner, about to pierce him through!

But the next moment, the sharp spearhead suddenly stopped—

One of the spy's hands grabbed the shaft of the lance in mid-air, and a layer of golden light appeared on his arm.

"So, what exactly are you sacrificing so many people for?"

The spy opened his mouth, his pupils turning into a bright gold, and small feathers grew out one by one on the surface of his body.

"If it's not this key, then it should be the key in your hand, right?"

The spy's eyes focused on the blood-red key in Gilles' hand.

"You are—an angel?! As expected, it's those guys from the Sree Kingdom? No wonder you want to stop me—"

Gilles' pupils shrank, and the confident expression he had before vanished.

He wanted to pull the lance away, but his strength was completely unable to compete with the spy who had obtained the power of an angel!

"Give me the key, and stop this inhumane blood sacrifice."

The spy said, gripping the spear shaft with force, breaking the shaft, and then reversing the spearhead, thrusting it towards Gilles.

"Clang!"

Bluebeard had already released the lance when the spy exerted force, and pulled out a long sword from his waist with his other hand, blocking the first thrust.

His strength, although he could be said to be able to fight ten against one among ordinary people.

But at this time, facing the spy with the power of an angel, he retreated steadily, and with the second block, the long sword flew out, and with the third, he hurriedly ducked and rolled away.

But the fourth time, he was finally unable to dodge, and the spear tip in the spy's hand pressed against Bluebeard's neck.

"Give me the key, your wife has already told me everything about your killing and sacrifices, you should pay the price for what you have done!

By the way, tell your soldiers to stop too, if you have the ability, you should make up for the mistakes you have made!"

Bluebeard wanted to dodge to the side, but the spear tip was still pressed firmly against his neck.

He shivered, feeling the pressure on his neck, and helplessly threw the blood-red key in his hand to the spy:

"Okay, the key... is yours, you can open that door..."

Bluebeard said in a low voice, staring at the blood-dripping key in the spy's hand, even now, it was still slowly becoming redder.

"What's behind the door? What is the blood sacrifice you are creating with those countless killings for?"

The spy didn't rashly open the door.

He felt the key in his hand, it was a cold touch.

It seemed to echo the bronze door behind him, the bloody smell emanating from it becoming more and more intense, making him feel a little dizzy.

"Yes, why? I am already the strongest leader in the Blue Kingdom, but why am I still just an ordinary person? And you, such an unknown guy, are an angel? Or some other thing?"

Bluebeard said in a low voice, looking at the blood-colored key in the spy's hand, his voice becoming lower and lower.

"The king can't give it to me, what's wrong with me taking it myself?

Those ordinary people, even if I don't kill them, they will suffer more in this world, what's wrong with me ending their misfortune in advance?

I just want... to get the stronger power I should have, if the angel doesn't give it to me, I'll go to the devil—"

"But you have failed now, give up your inhuman desires!"

The spy snorted coldly after hearing this.

But the next moment, Bluebeard, whose throat was being held by the spear tip, suddenly laughed, not a miserable laugh after failure, but a cold smile!

"What are you laughing at?!"

"Who said I failed? If it was a few seconds ago, that was indeed the case, but now—you are the one who lost!"

Hearing Bluebeard's words, the spy finally realized that things were becoming a little wrong.

He wanted to swing the spear, but felt his body suddenly become stiff! He could only watch helplessly as Bluebeard gently turned his head, dodging the suspended spear tip.

It's cold!

He sensed the source of the cold, wanting to discard the key in his hand, but the key was already stuck to his hand, and an icy death aura spread from within the key, drilling into the spy's palm!

He stared in astonishment at the hand holding the key.

Fine blood threads spread out from the red key, drilling into the spy's skin, those blood threads actually eroding the golden angelic power—

"What's going on?!"

The spy gritted his teeth, concentrated his mind, and wanted to drive out the icy aura that had invaded his body.

But just as his spirit touched the key, the scene before him suddenly changed drastically, turning blood red!

In the blood-colored illusion, he felt the pain of countless people before their deaths—

A woman, running forward desperately, the sound of hooves behind her getting closer and closer, the lance pierced through her back, her body was lifted high by the impact!

A man, watching his child being slaughtered by cavalry, wanted to go forward, but was pressed hard on the ground by the cavalry!

A child, tricked into the castle in the middle of the night, Bluebeard's demon smiled, driving sharp steel nails into the young body!

Countless pain, wailing, struggling, screaming...

Broke through the spy's mental defenses in an instant, making him unable to mobilize a trace of angelic power, and even unable to freely control his body!

"Do you feel it? My blood sacrifice, my sweat and efforts—I smell your fear, it seems that you are not an angel, just an ordinary person with some power."

Bluebeard went behind the spy, his voice becoming cold and mocking.

While speaking, he recited twisted and malicious words, and in his recitation, the bronze door covered with patterns began to glow with blood.

And the spy felt his body begin to be controlled by the key.

In the wailing and screaming filling his skull, he uncontrollably raised his hand and slowly inserted the key into the lock of the heavy bronze door in front of him.

The fake key that had been broken inside had already melted, and only some blood-colored liquid flowed out from within.

"Don't you want to know what I did inside this door? Now, I'll give you this opportunity—let you open it yourself."

In Bluebeard's voice, the spy's hand holding the key gently twisted.

"Crack—"

The mechanism turned smoothly.

In an instant, a thick blood-colored mist escaped through the opened crack of the bronze door!

In the room shrouded in blood-colored mist, there were bones and debris everywhere, blood-stained mottled instruments of torture, stained with brown blood on the walls covered with blood-colored runes, and below, there were many irregular scratches—

Like those formed by painful prisoners scratching with their fingernails.

Hundreds of bones with traces of torture remaining were disassembled and combined into special altars.

And these bloodstains, which have remained for who knows how long, still emit a strong stench under some kind of magic or special treatment!

In the deepest part of the underground space, a door completely painted with blood.

"Do you hear it? Screaming, killing, the pain I created, the sacrifices offered to the devil—I want to ask for great power, of course, I will prove that I am qualified to obtain such power.

Let the weak cry, this is my ritual."

The abnormal blood mist dissipated, and countless phantoms appeared in the underground space.

Countless humans, adults, children, men, women, and Bluebeard's previous missing wives.

They were bound by those instruments of torture, and sharp blades and spikes left shocking wounds in their wailing and begging for mercy!

All the doors painted with blood on the surrounding walls began to overlap and extend.

The smell of blood became stronger, and tangible blood began to pour out from those illusory doors, gradually covering the ground and filling the entire room.

The stone walls of the castle began to disappear, and the entire room completely fell into another world.

Around those painful souls, shadows appeared, and within the shadows, countless blood-colored pupils opened, possessing the same cruel and bloodthirsty expression.

"Haha—hell, the final destination for someone like me.

All the devils will respect me!

When I personally killed the first person, I understood that I couldn't go to heaven—

I felt such pleasure, far more than any treasure or power! I am a devil by nature, I am destined to fall into the abyss!"

Bluebeard laughed madly, actively welcoming the boundless sea of blood.

In countless grudges, wails, and pain, he instead showed a comfortable and satisfied smile, the blood climbing onto his body and seeping into it.

His skin began to turn a blackish red.

At the forehead, it even began to bulge slowly—

"You, you don't even think about it—I should have killed you decisively from the beginning! So many people's pain, you"

The spy finally regained control of his body from the resentment of thousands of dead souls, and the blood-colored key in his hand had turned into a speck of debris.

The spy rushed towards Bluebeard, this time, he tried his best to use all the power his body could bear—

But it was already too late.

Bluebeard just waved his hand gently, and countless twisted limbs surged out from the sea of blood, instantly submerging the spy's body!

"Oh, what a pity, everyone who wants to kill me says that."

Bluebeard's eyes revealed an increasingly extreme madness.

The vengeful spirits that bound the spy's body showed their figures, their faces twisted, as if they were in extreme pain, each of them pierced through the body by various instruments of torture, covered in wounds, and bleeding profusely.

And from it, the spy even saw Bluebeard's last wife, whom he had just met not long ago!

All the people were killed by Bluebeard, innocent people who were sacrificed.

Their souls, even in death, were being controlled to beg painfully...

"Look, you weaklings are like this, cursing in pain, but after death, you will be driven by my torment!"

The spy desperately wanted to struggle.

But the endless wronged souls tore at his body, making him unable to say a complete sentence.

Am I going to die? I'm sorry, Your Majesty...

The spy's vision gradually blurred, but at the last moment, he saw a starlight shining brightly from beside Bluebeard, piercing into his body and cutting the twisted body in half!

Around the body, the power of those wronged souls weakened at this moment.

Invisible magic scattered the wronged souls around the spy, and a golden light fell on the spy's head, and the spy felt that the angelic power in his body that had dried up was instantly replenished, bringing his dying soul back to his senses.

"Your Highness Cippalo, how did you—"

"We sensed the abnormality on the castle side, so we came to save you.

Leave this room first, there's... something wrong here, it's like opening a temporary door to hell!"

The golden bird said anxiously, and the spy didn't say any more, using the remaining strength, he desperately fled towards the door.

And in the afterglow, Bluebeard, who had fallen in the sea of blood, climbed up again.

His head, which had been cut off, was connected to his body by a thread of blood, pulling each other closer.

Those twisted wronged souls mixed with the blood and combined with Bluebeard's body, beginning to turn into a complete monster!

"Poro, just like you said, the Star Slayer Sword seems to have some of its power suppressed here... is this hell?"

Lake said through gritted teeth, watching Poro already retreating with the gray-robed spy, she also retreated at the same time.

At this moment, Bluebeard had transformed into a complete monster composed of vengeful spirits, treading on the surface of the blood sea, charging madly!

“From what I've learned of demonology…

This should just be a space connected by a blood sacrifice ritual, but as time goes on, if it's not closed, I fear hell will truly connect with the mortal world.”

He rushed out of the basement's copper door, but the blood was not blocked.

The entire floor outside the door was already covered in viscous blood.

Just as Lake closed the copper door, a massive impact pushed it open again. In the splashing blood waves, Bluebeard and the deformed monster composed of vengeful spirits and terms of imprisonment emerged!

“Go quickly, take Miss Ciparro, leave here. He's large, he shouldn't be able to catch up in the narrow underground stairs—

You can't defeat him, don't worry about me, I'm injured, I won't survive!”

The agent looked at the滔滔血海(tāo tāo xiě hǎi, overwhelming blood sea), his will as an ordinary person had been pushed to the limit.

He was covered in wounds, deep enough to see the bone. The tearing of those vengeful spirits was far beyond what he could withstand. His vision was blurry, and fear made his remaining body tremble uncontrollably.

The Bluebeard who had lost his human form made him feel that there was no possibility of victory.

“Just relying on the underground corridor, it's impossible to stop this thing—if he gets out, I'm afraid everyone in the city will be unable to escape!”

“And once he leaves that space, he won't be so…difficult to kill!”

But Lake and Polo, who had been running away, stopped and turned around, watching the deformed monster move its last body out of the narrow blood gate.

“Once in the real world, the Star Killer Sword and magic will no longer be suppressed by hell…”

Polo pondered.

As the last part of Bluebeard's body left the copper door.

Under the copper door, in the blood-covered ground, a seed that had been left in advance instantly burst into growth, forming thick cyan and red vines!

Not only that!

A page floated from Polo's side!

[Circular Regression: Jack and the Beanstalk · Vines into the Clouds]

The thick vines instantly entangled and pierced Bluebeard!

His body was lifted up and nailed to the stone ceiling of the basement, the enormous force even creating spiderweb-like cracks!

And when the vines appeared, Lake's figure had already disappeared.

What replaced it was a starlight slash far exceeding the size in the hellish space—

“Boom!”

The deformed monster was instantly submerged, and all the bound vengeful spirits shattered under the starlight.

The huge body exploded into a sky full of腥臭(xīng chòu, stinky and foul) blood.

“Who exactly are you—I'm a demon now, why am I still——”

Bluebeard's head flew in the air, saying in disbelief. The next moment, the horned head twisted with hideous veins, “Don't think you can kill me like this!”

The next moment, the entire underground of the castle began to shake violently again!

Behind the copper door, a scarlet tide burst out like an eruption—in just an instant, the narrow underground space was completely filled!