The Grand Saga of Crimson and Violet Blood

Kuban. The name reverberated through Du Chen’s mind. An old acquaintance, wasn't the unfortunate Fiend Marshal in Julie's Ancient Castle also named Kuban? He was likely the most ignominiously slain Fiend Marshal in history, whom Du Chen, then a low-level Battle-Warrior, had vanquished in the Ancient Castle of The Undead using every Arcane Artifact at his disposal, ultimately plastering him to death with Old Five, who had been flattened into a pancake. Du Chen had Kuban to thank for successfully rescuing his Grand Matriarchs.

The term 'Supreme Council' was another Du Chen had encountered in the Holy Church's secret scriptures at the Crystal Temple. To truly understand its significance, one had to delve into the ancient history of the Fiendkind and humankind.

Unlike human historical records, which often painted the Fiendkind as unforgivable demons, the Holy Church's secret scriptures chronicled the era before and after the War of Fallen Gods with remarkable impartiality. At least to Du Chen's discerning eye, and corroborated by the first-hand accounts of the Grand Matriarchs, the veracity of these scriptures was exceptionally high.

The scriptures revealed that the history of Battle God World was divided into two epochs by the War of Fallen Gods: the Post-War era, known as the Kingdom Age, and the Pre-War era, hailed as the Heroic Era! In that distant and vibrant age, humans and Fiendkind were originally sibling races, sharing a common origin, collectively referred to as 'humans.' They were distinguished by their bloodlines: humans were called Crimson-Bloods, while the Fiendkind referred to themselves as Violet-Bloods. This 'Violet-Blood' designation didn't imply their blood was purple; on the contrary, their blood was red. However, when Violet-Bloods experienced extreme emotional states—such as rage, sorrow, or exhilaration—their blood would momentarily turn purple. This was the sole characteristic distinguishing humans from Fiendkind; beyond this, the two races shared no other differences!

The scriptures stated that initially, Crimson-Bloods and Violet-Bloods were not mortal enemies but allied sibling races. However, as history progressed, the alliance of Crimson-Bloods and Violet-Bloods gained dominion over the Three Continents. Yet, the question of ultimate sovereignty sparked an internecine conflict between the two great races, causing their relationship to rapidly sour and ultimately erupt into the War of Fallen Gods.

In the early stages of the war, the Violet-Bloods, fewer in number but exceptionally unified, swiftly banded together. They established the Violet-Blood Supreme Council, with its three Grand Speakers and thirteen Councilors serving as their supreme rulers. Under the command of the Supreme Council, the Violet-Bloods achieved overwhelming dominance throughout the initial and middle phases of the war, driving the Crimson-Bloods to ruin, seizing their territories, and nearly reducing the entire race to servitude!

It was then that a figure rose from the Crimson-Bloods. He rallied his people to unite against the Violet-Bloods and, leveraging the formidable prestige he had amassed during the Heroic Era, invited the most powerful Crimson-Blood heroes of the time to a grand assembly in Celestial Capital. Following the Celestial Capital Conference, the Holy Alliance was forged, forever rewriting human history. This individual, reverently hailed by posterity as the Eternal Divine Emperor, was Divine Emperor Prince!

The latter half of the entire War of Fallen Gods thus became a protracted struggle between the Holy Alliance and the Supreme Council. The ultimate outcome of the War of Fallen Gods saw the Crimson-Bloods achieve a resounding victory under the leadership of Divine Emperor Prince, leading to the complete annihilation of the Violet-Blood race…

But here’s the crucial question: how exactly were the Violet-Bloods utterly exterminated? This remains a significant puzzle! The scriptures recorded that the prolonged war severely depleted both races' populations. Yet, prior to the final decisive battle, the Violet-Bloods still numbered over sixty million! To exterminate sixty million people at once – did the Crimson-Bloods orchestrate a genocidal massacre?

The answer is no. On the eve of the decisive battle, the Crimson-Bloods had seized the initiative on the battlefield. Of the sixty million Violet-Bloods, only fewer than five million elites remained, making a last stand. Most of the others had already become human slaves, with a small number scattered in remote mountains and vast marshes, seeking refuge and obscurity. The site of the final showdown was Lans Island, a grand isle seemingly forgotten by the gods!

In that fateful battle, Fiend Marshal Bonis led the Violet-Blood elite, entrenched on Lans Island. The Crimson-Blood Holy Alliance issued a top-secret supreme order: thirteen Raging Fire Scorcher Cannons were to bombard the isolated Lans Island, literally sinking it and sending five million Violet-Blood elites to their watery graves. Yet, the Holy Alliance remained wary. They commanded the Sea Clan to search for Violet-Blood corpses in the deep sea, and ultimately orchestrated another gigantic detonation in the abyssal depths, only then confident that the Violet-Blood elite had been utterly extinguished, and the Crimson-Bloods had achieved ultimate victory!

After Lans Island sank, only a small portion remained above the ocean's surface, preserving the crescent shape formed by that day's explosion. Furthermore, one of the thirteen Raging Fire Scorcher Cannons also remained on this island… and this is the origin of Battle God Isle!

As for the other fifty million-plus Violet-Bloods, they were systematically erased from history within three hundred years through a series of Crimson-Blood policies: birth control, ethnic assimilation, and brutal suppression.

This segment of history flashed through Du Chen’s mind. Now, with the appearance of the Fiendkind Grand Speakers' seal and Kuban's name once again on his lips, Du Chen questioned himself: “Has the Fiendkind truly risen from the ashes? If so, are these Fiendkind the survivors who miraculously escaped the sinking of Lans Island that day, or remnants who have been hidden among humans, untouched by history’s oblivion?”

Lost in thought, Old Warma’s hands began to tremble. “M-master, this is a Fiendkind item! Have those devils truly returned?”

Du Chen reassured him, “Old man, this is merely an imprint I took from an ancient artifact, not a sign of any Fiendkind resurgence. You’re overly anxious!”

“That’s good, that’s good!” Old Warma patted his chest, still visibly shaken. “If those devils truly revived, who knows how many more lives would be lost!”

Du Chen mused that ordinary people like Old Warma probably couldn’t handle the gravity of a Fiendkind resurgence, nor did he have the right to know. He decided he would find someone else to translate the letter. He confirmed, “Old man, you mentioned earlier that the script on this is the Alliance Language. What is its origin?”

Old Warma replied, “It was the language of the nobility before the War of Fallen Gods, and also the language used by the Eminences of the Holy Alliance and the Supreme Council during the War of Fallen Gods.”

Du Chen nodded slightly. Good, he knew who to ask for a translation now!

*Creak*. Old Warma saw Du Chen off and closed his wooden door. He squatted on his bed, picked up a bowl of rice porridge, and slurped it down with noisy gulps, his few remaining teeth working vigorously. After a long moment, he chuckled wryly, “Does it concern me? I’m just an old tomb-keeper, after all. *Sigh*, dawn’s breaking soon, and I haven’t had a peaceful wink all night! I’d better catch some sleep; I still have to clean the graveyard tomorrow!”

…

After bidding farewell to Old Warma, Du Chen immediately set off as Lanning’s envoy to the beastmen’s Earth Burial Holy Tomb, intending to participate in negotiations with them. But after traversing a few mountain peaks, he halted, giving orders: “Deboning, take Dus to the front lines to retrieve the Wyvern Carriage, then immediately return to Durkes City! Let Dus treat your injuries on the way!”

Deboning’s expression tightened as he eagerly awaited Du Chen’s tasks.

“First, bring Miss and Andy to me. I need Beibei to heal Eldest Brother, and at the same time, I want to try if we can control Xue Ji.”

“Young Master, Andy can’t control his appearance yet. If he comes, I’m afraid…”

“I *want* Andy to appear with an appearance similar to a Composite Aberrant Beast!” Du Chen sneered. “In the beastmen’s eyes, a Composite Aberrant Beast is now ‘someone’s Divine Pet’! Do you understand my meaning?”

Deboning nodded with a smile, but Du Chen’s expression grew somber: “Second, do not tell Aliza about Uncle’s situation yet. I’ll find an opportunity to tell him myself…” He sighed, his voice low. “Order Dud to immediately hand over those corpses I tampered with to the beastmen. At the same time, under the guise of escorting the bodies, have the Second Legion approach Auerbach Grand Canyon. Ignore any political issues. If anyone obstructs them, tell Dud to fight through! I’ll bear all responsibility for any repercussions!”

He paused, then added: “As for the prisoners, hand them over to Porter for now! Third, after you reach Durkes City, detour to Battle God Isle and invite Grand Matriarchs Lucy and Lily to join me. Just tell them it concerns Kuban!”

Deboning immediately dragged his ailing body to carry out the orders, while Du Chen cast a glance back at Blade of Heaven Peak before soaring towards Amulang Valley, the negotiation site between Lanning and McAllen!

According to the agreed results between the two nations, negotiations were officially slated to begin five days later. Currently, Antoine was leading his envoy, still taking his time on the road, displaying the haughty demeanor of a victorious nation. Du Chen, alone in the defeated nation’s Diplomatic Residence, was subjected to countless cold stares. However, Du Chen had no mind to bother with those beastmen; upon settling into the Diplomatic Residence, he closed his doors to all visitors. It wasn’t until four days later that Deboning arrived at Amulang Valley with the two Grand Matriarchs, ahead of Antoine!

Inside the Diplomatic Residence, Du Chen placed three items before Lucy and Lily.

Before Du Chen could speak, *whoosh!* — both Grand Matriarchs’ expressions changed simultaneously. Lucy picked up the letter and seal, examining them before speaking with gravity: “Francis, this is a letter of appointment. Fiend Marshal Bonis is dispatching his Divine Pet, Duhong, to seek out Kuban—the Kuban you purified—and once found, to immediately request his presence with Duhong at a certain location, to serve as one of the Grand Speakers of the Supreme Council!”

She gently set down the letter. “I once reviewed Lieutenant General Julie’s captured personal correspondence from Bonis; this letter’s handwriting is indeed Bonis’s, and judging by the paper, it’s no more than a month old! Unfortunately, Bonis is meticulous; this letter of appointment contains only this much information. Further details are likely stored in Duhong’s mind!”

Lily snatched the seal. “Damn it, Bonis, that bastard, isn’t dead yet? Sister, it seems another great war is upon us!” She clenched her fists, exhilarated.

Lucy shook her head slightly, her expression exceptionally grave. “Sister, what are you so happy about? Think for a moment: His Majesty Divine Emperor Prince passed away a millennium ago. Who among us today could stand against Bonis?”

Lily retorted indignantly, “War isn’t a solo fight! What is there to fear?”

“Yes, war isn’t a solo fight. But in terms of military strategy, besides the deceased Marshal Orbach, who else could be Bonis’s match? Let’s hope the Fiendkind’s accumulated strength isn’t too formidable; perhaps then, humanity can still overcome them with sheer numbers!”

Du Chen offered a wry smile. “Miss Lucy, to my knowledge, Bonis currently commands at least six hundred thousand… Undead Legions!”

Grand Matriarch Lucy’s eyes snapped shut. She asked tremulously, “Francis, where did you obtain this letter?”

As Du Chen was about to explain, a report came from outside: “Envoy Francis, our General Sonora wishes to see you!”

Sonora? His Senior Brother Sonora? McAllen’s Prince Consort, Legion Commander Sonora? And… Number Four of the Fiendkind’s Eminence Project, Sonora Six Tails!?