Chapter 633: My Lord, My Name is Little Blackie
"Milord!"
Just as Chen Ye returned to the truck bed, he heard a somewhat childish voice suddenly address him with that title!
Even with Chen Ye's composure, he was slightly stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered, his face becoming utterly impassive.
Turning to look, the source of that "Milord" was precisely the little thing in the cage.
The little creature was now lying prostrate in the cage, its entire small form appearing extremely docile, like a dog he had raised for many years!
Chen Ye said nothing. At this moment, he didn't know what to say either.
He slowly walked over to the bed and sat down, staring at the creature in the cage.
"You... can talk?"
Chen Ye did his best to mimic the tone of a superior—aloof, cold, and devoid of any personal emotion.
Mm. That should be how a "Milord" whom this thing addressed sounded, right?
Just those two words, "Milord," had already sparked endless speculations in Chen Ye's mind.
Hearing Chen Ye speak, the little creature trembled all over, then said in the most submissive childish voice: "Milord, I've always been able to talk!"
"Then why didn't you speak before?"
"That's because... no!"
When the childish voice reached that point, it suddenly stopped. The originally docile tone shifted dramatically, filling with a fierce and murderous aura.
The little thing sprang up from inside the cage, gripping the bars tightly, its eyes fixed on Chen Ye with deadly intensity.
"You're not, you're not Milord! You're not!"
Even though the talisman papers on the cage glowed faintly with scorching light, burning the little creature's hands with a sizzling sound, it still refused to let go.
Chen Ye hadn't expected the little thing to react so quickly. He had planned to extract more information, but now...
"What exactly are you? You're not Milord!"
Chen Ye leaned close to the cage, his blood-red eyes icy and cold. "Who is Milord? Why did you call me that? You'd better tell me everything you know!"
The little creature stared at Chen Ye fiercely, unconcerned by his threats.
After a few seconds, it was still glaring at Chen Ye, but now it was scrutinizing him up and down with a tone of appraisal.
"No, why? No, none of it's right! None of it's right!"
Then, as if struck by some terrifying realization, the little creature's eyes widened to the point of bursting. Its mouth muttered only those five words repeatedly: "No" and "Why"!
It seemed it wouldn't say anything else beyond those words.
The little creature released its grip, its gaze turning vacant.
Chen Ye said nothing. He watched the little thing for a full ten minutes.
Realizing he could no longer extract any more information from it, Chen Ye picked up the cage and left the truck bed.
He went straight to find Iron Lion, who was exercising.
"Yezi, what's up?"
"Come with me. Help me with something."
"Oh~!"
Iron Lion didn't even ask what the problem was. He obediently followed behind Chen Ye, never questioning why.
That was just how this guy was—whenever a teammate asked for help, he did it without hesitation, never asking for reasons.
This time, Chen Ye planned to sacrifice the juvenile Purple Rakshasa, but he didn't choose to do it in the truck bed.
The Purple Rakshasa was a living being, unlike Hatred or the others.
If it caught someone's attention, it might cause even more trouble.
Fortunately, the base's Concealment Barrier was extensive, covering not only the base itself but also many areas in the woods. Otherwise, Aunt Gu and the others wouldn't have been able to pick wild vegetables in the forest.
Arriving at a secluded spot.
"Iron Lion, guard this place. Don't let anyone disturb me!"
"Oh!"
"Whatever happens, don't look back!"
"Oh!"
"Unless I actively call for your help!"
"Oh!"
Iron Lion nodded foolishly, then sat down with his back to Chen Ye.
His two heads and four arms were an imposing sight in the darkness, enough to send shivers down anyone's spine. Most people would be terrified just by looking at him.
It wasn't that Chen Ye didn't trust Iron Lion.
It was that Chen Ye trusted no one.
The reason he chose Iron Lion for help was that, comparatively, Iron Lion was still somewhat trustworthy.
Chen Ye walked further inside.
The surrounding forest grew denser, the light within the woods even darker.
These trees seemed to emit some strange fluctuation.
Perhaps that very fluctuation was what kept the base so safe for now.
"Are you sure you don't want to say anything else?"
Chen Ye said to the little thing in the cage.
The little creature remained silent, its eyes filled entirely with terror.
It seemed to have thought of something even more terrifying than death. Its already large eyes looked like they were about to burst.
Chen Ye waited for ten seconds. The little creature ultimately said not a single word.
It seemed his acting skills were still lacking.
He had no idea how this thing had discovered he wasn't the "Milord" it was referring to.
Chen Ye pulled Hatred from behind his waist.
He lightly slashed at the little creature in the cage.
Pain assaulted the little thing, snapping it awake.
But purple blood had already begun dripping down along the cage.
The little creature stared at Chen Ye with deadly intensity, still not uttering a word.
Chen Ye didn't bother asking it for any more information.
After all, there were so many things in this world he couldn't understand. One more or one less wouldn't make a difference.
People with too much curiosity never made it out of the Uninhabited Forbidden Zone.
It was better to focus on what he needed to do right now.
Soon, the wound on the little creature stopped bleeding.
Chen Ye reached the blade into the cage and made another cut.
More purple blood flowed out.
The little creature stared at Chen Ye.
The cage was so small that no matter how it dodged, it couldn't escape.
Soon, Chen Ye had accumulated enough purple blood.
The little creature's purple skin had also paled slightly, and its expression looked a bit weaker, but it still said nothing.
It seemed afraid that speaking even one more word would give Chen Ye a clue.
Chen Ye took the full big bowl of purple blood and found a relatively flat piece of ground.
He pulled out an oilcloth and spread it flat on the ground.
The surface was quickly smoothed out.
Just then, something changed in the cage again.
The weakened little creature seemed to have had a change of heart. It prostrated itself completely on the floor of the cage, facing Chen Ye's direction.
Chen Ye was a bit puzzled by this little thing.
Earlier, at first, it had treated him the same way, as if he were its god.
Later, when it discovered he wasn't that "god," it had clammed up completely.
Now, it was back to this attitude.
Chen Ye paused. "Have you changed your mind? Is there something you want to say?"
The little creature's body trembled, but it still lay prostrate in the cage, not a single word.
It was as stubborn as a reincarnated donkey.
Chen Ye said no more and began drawing the sacrificial magic formation on the oilcloth.
Inside the cage, the little creature didn't make a single additional move from start to finish.
Chen Ye ignored it, busying himself with his work.
With the experience from the first time, drawing the formation this time was much faster.
Soon, the magic formation of five small circles and one large circle was complete.
Perhaps because he had used the Purple Rakshasa's blood, the formation was far stronger than the one drawn in the truck bed with chicken blood and meatworm blood.
A wave of palpitations emanated from within the formation.
"Yezi, what are you doing?"
Iron Lion's deep voice rang out.
A dense layer of goosebumps had risen on Iron Lion's back.
If Chen Ye hadn't answered, he would have turned around to check.
"It's nothing!"
Chen Ye's response let Iron Lion breathe a slight sigh of relief.
Chen Ye placed the Resentment Dragon's Dragon Scale into the small circles, along with the Tangled Remnant Limb.
After a moment's thought, he also placed Hatred into the small circles.
He exhaled a breath of Smoke Breath, and the surrounding area filled with smoke.
This smoke formed a circular protective barrier around them.
"Milord, are you planning to sacrifice me to that blade?"
Just then, the little creature suddenly spoke.
Chen Ye was startled, then nodded. "That's the idea."
"Then Milord can open the cage. I willingly become part of Milord's strength!"
As it said these words, the little creature's expression was incredibly devout as it looked at Chen Ye, but it didn't seem to be looking at him at all.
It was a strange feeling.
To complete the sacrifice, he would eventually have to take the little thing out anyway.
Since he had already made preparations and wasn't afraid of it escaping, Chen Ye thought it over and opened the cage.
The little creature stepped out of the cage.
Then, under Chen Ye's watchful gaze, with every step it took, its body grew larger.
With each step, purple flames rose from its body. The two horns on its head also became dangerous.
"Milord, if you want to sacrifice me, then you must have me, a member of the Purple Rakshasa clan, in my strongest form!"
"I hope that one day, I, Little Black, can become the sharpest blade in Milord's hand!"
"Milord, please remember—my name is Little Black!"
As Chen Ye watched warily, the little creature, who called himself Little Black, had already transformed into a three-meter-tall demonic form, his entire body burning with purple flames!
Step by step, he walked toward the sacrificial magic formation!