第一次破女处流血视频

Additionally, insights gleaned from the Protoss maiden, Carol, and the Zerg queen, Melanieria, only reinforced the notion that Boyega did not align with the tenets of lawful good.

To accept his inheritance would likely embroil Enzo in peril.

Ultimately, Enzo held a nascent conviction.

He did not require this inheritance.

At present, he stood at the pinnacle of Level 8. With some time to accumulate energy, he could seamlessly ascend to Level 9. Upon reaching that threshold, aided by the blood ritual meticulously prepared in Crimson Lake, he could swiftly enter the deity realm. Though transient, this experience would grant Enzo profound insights into the mysteries of the divine.

Subsequently, endowed with his innate talent, he effortlessly ascended to the rank of deity.

Becoming a deity, traversing the Starry Sky, and acquiring the knowledge that follows such an elevation were not arduous tasks.

These thoughts arose naturally, and Enzo remained oblivious to any peculiarity.

When Enzo declined, Boyega\'s ethereal form showed no signs of anger. He seemed but a mere puppet, still seated upon the throne, simply gesturing towards Enzo before quietly awaiting the arrival of the next successor.

Meanwhile, Enzo sensed his consciousness being cast aside.

Soon after, his awareness detached from the Emerald Tower, and when he opened his eyes once more, he was met by the eager gaze of Profaner Melokuhle, who excitedly inquired, "Enzo, have you obtained the inheritance?"

Enzo shook his head and replied, "No, Mr. Melokuhle, I have declined."

"Declined? But why?" Melokuhle expressed his confusion, struggling to accept this reality, appearing somewhat despondent. Standing beside him, Ravella burst into laughter, exclaiming, "Melokuhle, it seems this time I have triumphed."

Melokuhle fell silent, lacking the spirit to counter.

He gazed at Enzo, his eyes flickering with burgeoning thoughts.

Ravella, sensing the tension, refrained from further provoking Melokuhle and instead seized Enzo\'s arm, stating, "Since you have rejected Boyega\'s inheritance, there is no reason for you to remain here."

"In that case, let us venture to another place!"

Before Enzo could respond, he felt himself drawn into a narrow, dimly lit space.

In the next moment, the surroundings transformed into a radiant brilliance.

Enzo surveyed his surroundings and soon realized he was in a small room adorned with a variety of eclectic decorations. Scattered across the floor were numerous books, many of which were cracked or torn, lending the space a chaotic air, as if it had not been tidied in years.

"What is this place?" Enzo inquired.

"My chamber." Ravella replied, appearing at Enzo\'s side.

At that moment, Ravella was not clad in her tight-fitting bodysuit. Instead, she wore a white dress that revealed her calves, her bare feet resting upon the floor, exuding an aura of purity. Her long hair cascaded down, releasing a subtle fragrance.

She then approached a bench in the room and gracefully took a seat.

After settling down, she beckoned Enzo to join her, positioning him across from herself, and with a smile, she asked, "Enzo, you seem quite perplexed?"

Indeed, Enzo was filled with confusion.

He candidly expressed, "Isn\'t it entirely reasonable to feel this way? Abruptly being drawn into a room by a stranger, and under such unclear circumstances."

At this, Ravella chuckled softly.

However, Enzo sensed neither hostility nor genuine goodwill from her. It seemed this woman had merely brought him here for reasons yet unknown.

This did not appear to be the actions of someone wishing to recruit him as an apprentice.

Without hesitation, Enzo posed the question, "Lady Ravella, what is it that you truly seek?"

"What do I seek?" Ravella replied with a light laugh, shaking her head. "In truth, I am powerless. I fully understand that even if I were to offer to take you as my disciple, you would surely decline."Because of you, you have already attained the qualification to become an immortal deity.

Even if you are unaware of what that entails at this moment, the instinct within your heart will respond, compelling you to reject the inheritance of other immortal deities."

Is it truly my own instinct that refuses?

Could it be that the thought of rejecting Boyega\'s inheritance was influenced by something external, rather than a reflection of my true desires?

Enzo found himself struggling to comprehend this, yet he was soon captivated by the sight before him.

Ravella lay languidly upon a chaise.

Her snow-white gown cascaded to the floor, accentuating her curvaceous figure.

However, Enzo\'s focus lay elsewhere.

A peculiar energy emanated, revealing something concealed—crimson chains materializing from the void, weaving through the walls of the small room and ensnaring Ravella\'s form, binding her firmly to the chaise and restricting her movements to a limited range.

Ravella remained unfazed and inquired once more, "Did you see?"

Enzo nodded, responding, "Yes, I see you are bound by chains."

Gently, Ravella traced the chains, which burst forth in dazzling light, and she smiled, saying, "These are no ordinary chains. They are the Chains of Order, a tool of the immortal deities. I have invested nearly a century trying to break free, yet still remain ensnared. These chains not only bind the body but also incessantly devour one\'s soul.

However, the master of the Chains of Order has overlooked one critical detail. I still wield control over my avatars."

As she spoke, another Ravella emerged upon the chaise.

The new Ravella was clad in a form-fitting bodysuit, reminiscent of the one Enzo had encountered earlier.

Enzo was secretly astonished when he heard Ravella say, "Young man, do you know why I initially desired to take you as my disciple?"

Enzo shook his head.

Ravella continued to explain, "Because within you, I sensed the presence of a avatar. Compared to Boyega\'s inheritance, you are far more suited to receive my guidance. However, I did not expect that your other avatar would be so remarkable. I cannot discern what it is, but there is no doubt that it is an immensely powerful being—not in terms of strength, but in lineage.

Once your avatar matures, it is destined to become an immortal deity!"

Another avatar!

Enzo\'s expression shifted slightly. He was acutely aware that Ravella was referring to the Life Tree, which was perhaps his greatest secret. The Life Tree was birthed from the Ring of the World totem, possessing a myriad of incredible abilities.

But then again, if Ravella knows, what does she intend to do now?

This left Enzo perplexed.

Ravella did not allow Enzo to dwell on his confusion for long and spoke again, "Unlike that fool Boyega, who has utterly fallen, I still possess a avatar that can act independently. However, if I do not resolve the issues facing my true self, I will eventually meet the same fate as him."

"I need someone to assist me."

"And you would be the ideal candidate."

Enzo replied earnestly, "But I am not even a deity at this moment. To help you resolve your problems, I must at least be an immortal deity, right?"

"Indeed." Ravella acknowledged.

She continued, "That is true. You currently lack the ability to aid me, but the future you will possess such capabilities, and I have great faith in that. Thus, let us consider a deal."

Enzo queried with curiosity, "What kind of deal?"

Ravella abruptly seated herself beside Enzo, her form pressing closely against him, her flowing white gown gradually becoming sheer, revealing the porcelain skin beneath. Yet, Enzo\'s gaze fixated almost exclusively on a peculiar pattern adorning her abdomen—an image resembling an eye.

"Place your hand upon it." Ravella instructed.

Perplexed, Enzo hesitated, yet Ravella seized his hand and positioned it on her belly.

Almost immediately, she appeared to succumb to immense agony, her teeth clenched, her complexion paling, as beads of sweat cascaded down her face.

This torment persisted for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, as Enzo sensed a searing heat emanating from his palm, he swiftly withdrew his hand, turning to Ravella with urgency. "What have you done?"

In a weakened tone, Ravella replied, "This is a racial gift from a once-extinct tribe in the Starry Sky, known as The Eye of Truth. It grants the ability to swiftly comprehend various elemental powers. However, the Eye of Truth you hold has yet to be activated. To do so, one must journey to the Starry Sky. As for the activation process, you shall learn it there."

Enzo extended his hand, discovering the very pattern that had appeared on Ravella\'s abdomen now imprinted in the center of his palm.

As his consciousness settled upon it, he suddenly perceived the world anew. The chains binding Ravella transformed from mere shackles into ancient runes intricately entwined, forming a unique order within this space that rendered her immobile.

"Is this the power of the immortal deity?"

"Does The Eye of Truth possess the capacity to decipher the strength of the immortal deity?"

Gaining this newfound awareness, Enzo recognized the rarity of The Eye of Truth, yet it only deepened his confusion. Looking at Ravella, he inquired, "So, this is your price? Are you not afraid I might refuse?"

Ravella smiled, gazing into Enzo\'s eyes as she said, "I am not the least bit concerned about that. After all, things can hardly worsen than they are now, can they?"