Inhuman Warlock

Chapter 1058 1059: Our future

Chapter 1058 Chapter 1059: Our future

Lucifer could understand everything that his father was saying, but he couldn't convey any of his thoughts.

While the man still had Lucifer in his embrace, an old man from the clan approached him. "It's time."

The Leader of the Ancient Clan nodded as his eyes turned serious. He placed Lucifer back into the crib.

"Are you certain that this is the right decision? I still think that it's too early for him." The old man once again reminded Lucifer's father.

"I've made up my mind. Moreover, we're at the time of peace. You're worrying unnecessarily, Minister. Moreover, if I don't do it, should I just watch my son die?"

"As My Lord wishes." The old man retreated. It wasn't his place to interfere in the Clan Leader's position.

All the major clan members gathered around to witness the Inheritance Transfer Ceremony. Usually, this ceremony only took place after the heir of the clan turned into an adult. However, this time, the Clan Leader had decided to do it while Lucifer was just born.

Although there were some reservations, most of the Clan Members found the decision right. It was all to save Lucifer.

Lucifer was born with a weak body. Even their best physician couldn't find what was wrong with him, but they all said that the chances of him being able to live a normal life were low.

That was when the Clan Leader decided that he was going to change Lucifer's constitution completely.

Everything an inheritance went to the heir, their constitution also improved along with their abilities strengthening. To save his son, the Leader had decided to do it sooner than ever in history.

Most of the Clan Members also understood this decision and knew that they would've done the same if they were in his place.

And so, the transfer ceremony began. All clan members began changing in an unknown language while the mysterious formation under Lucifer's crib began shining, slowly shrouding him in its warm light.

Although not as painful as what the clan leader had to go through, the pain to accept that inheritance wasn't insignificant either. To reduce the pain Lucifer felt in this unprecedented situation, the Clan used the formation to alleviate his pain.

Realizing what was happening, Lucifer was stabbed. This was the moment that he couldn't let pass. If the inheritance was transferred, then his father was going to weaken and the history was going to progress as it did in the past.

He tried to resist, but because of the formation and his weak body, he couldn't even move. He could do nothing more than scream in his mind. He could only watch his father with his trembling pupils.

His father bit his thumb lightly before leaving it on Lucifer's forehead.

"Just bear with it. After we're done, you'll get better." The man looked at Lucifer with eyes filled with fatherly love and concern.

Lucifer's heart ached at his father's words. He wanted to tell him that this wasn't what he wanted, that he didn't want his father to suffer for his sake, that this entire thing could bring the entire clan to ruins. But he was trapped, unable to speak or move. All he could do was watch as the transfer ceremony continued.

As the clan members chanted their incantations, a surge of energy flowed from his father's thumb into Lucifer's body. The pain intensified, coursing through his veins like fire. It felt as if every part of him was being torn apart and reassembled at the same time.

But amidst the agony, Lucifer could also feel a strange power entering his body, in its dormant state. It was as if his very essence was being rewritten, his body and soul being infused with the ancient lineage of his clan.

He could feel it seeping into every fiber of his being, strengthening him, molding him into something greater.

His father's face contorted with pain, his eyes filled with determination. Lucifer could see the toll it was taking on him. It was as if his father had aged at that moment.

He couldn't let his father suffer any longer. He had to find a way to break free from this fate. Unfortunately, he couldn't change the past.

The ceremony was over, and his father almost fell to his knees in his weakened condition. If it wasn't for his mother's support, his father would've already fallen to his knees, a sight that no one in the clan ever wanted to see.

"You're our future. I hope you're always happy and healthy." Despite his weak body, the man patted Lucifer's cheeks lightly before he was escorted to the throne so he could sit while weakened.

However, just as the Clan Leader sat on the throne, the ground itself trembled. A loud explosion responded, followed by multiple more explosions. It was as if the world itself was splitting apart.

All the Clan Members seemed stunned, none expecting something like this. The Clan Leader's expression also darkened as he looked into the distant horizon.

Even Lucifer couldn't stay calm. This was the attack that destroyed the ancient clan. Even his traveling back in time hasn't changed history.

"We're under attack?" The Old Minister exclaimed, his face filled with rage. This was the first time someone had dared to attack their homes.

Moreover, the timing also appeared suspicious, especially since their patriarch was so weak at this moment. None of this looked like a coincidence.

Even as he was weakened, the Clan Leader forced himself up.

"You're still weak. Let us handle it." The Old Minister exclaimed, seeing the Clan Leader.

"How can I stay behind when our people are fighting?" The Clan Leader wore his gauntlets, his eyes turning into a beautiful shade of violet. "Just because I transferred the inheritance, doesn't mean I'm not a part of this clan. Any attack on my clan is an attack on me."

He looked at the face of his son, showing a smile. "Don't worry, Little Brat. Your father will be done with those traitors soon. Then I'll tell you the stories of my conquest."

His long robe flowed behind him as he made his way out the hall and onto the battlefield, unaware that Lucifer had already known the outcome.

Lucifer reached out his hand to stop his father, but his father didn't look back.