Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 328: The Fountain of Misfortune, the Night Demon Prince

Boom!

When the team suddenly pushed open a heavy wooden door and stepped into the Black Church on the blood-spattered ground, Byron had already drunk all 108 kinds of blood brewed with fourth-level transmutation blood.

"Tick tock tock."

He didn't know how many beastmen he killed along the way. The blood on the tip of his sword couldn't flow out quickly and formed a stream on the floor of the church.

The special supernatural abilities possessed by the 108 kinds of blood brews gradually spread throughout his body as he killed people wantonly.

My heartbeat was like the beating of a war drum.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" His heartbeat echoed throughout the empty black church, suppressing the sounds of gunfire and shouting.

There was a slight smell of alcohol between his breaths, his skin was crimson, and his whole body was emitting a strong aroma of alcohol, with a faint strange sweet smell of blood.

Even if a third-level [Gourmet] were here, if he dared to drink 108 kinds of blood brew, he would die on the spot.

But Byron not only did not die, but was in excellent condition.

It seemed that the 108 kinds of blood brew had reached some kind of magical balance in his body, fighting poison with poison, checking and balancing each other, and began to permanently transform his body.

Anyway, as soon as the transformation started, it made people feel very nutritious at first glance, and they couldn't help but want to take a bite of it.

Fortunately, in addition to Violet and Jacqueline, the two third-level people were getting closer and closer.

The other people in the team were all equipped with [Azik's Cursed Gold Coin] and could not feel any beauty in the world, nor did they have the urge to eat.

At the same time, a hazy light and shadow appeared around Byron, and a subtle voice sounded:

"His Excellency Lord Byron, Baron of Stromgarde? He is certainly a true gentleman, more elegant and kind than any other nobleman I have ever met."

"From the inside out, every move he makes reveals an ancient aristocratic temperament, which is completely different from those hypocritical guys."

"Others are honored by their titles, but I feel that the mere title of baron is not worthy of the noble temperament of Lord [Sea Hunter]."

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Every sentence seemed to anchor Byron's identity, allowing him to transform in a certain direction so as not to explode into animality on the spot.

Ritual: Blood Feast Holy Grail:
"A grand blood feast was held under the bloody moon.

Use the blood of various non-human creatures and the best transmuted blood of humans to sacrifice to [Mother of Creation Lilith].

The blood moon is rarely seen in the real world outside, but it appears all year round in the Blood Source Secret Realm, and it comes directly from the projection of the old god in the material world, so the effect is better.

In addition, one needs to possess a title of at least lord level, and cultivate one's own aristocratic etiquette, temperament, and conversation so that others will think that one is an upper-class person at first glance.

And thus anchor their own identity, and not degenerate into something beastly or grotesque.

At the same time, at least enough mid-level [Transmutation Blood] is needed to mix all 108 types of blood brews to start the ceremony.

The higher the level of transmuted blood used in Bloodbrew, the better.

Anyway, a transcendent who is allergic to alcohol can never become a Night Demon."

Some time ago, Byron obtained the fourth-order transmuted blood of the [Two-Faced] Smith brothers and [Infinite Evolver] Balboa, and made the finest blood brew.

Especially the blood of the Infinite Evolver, which seemed to still contain some kind of magical "evolutionary power", which was very consistent with this forbidden knowledge.

After the ceremony, there may be unexpected extra benefits.

The series of strict prerequisites for the bloodline sublimation ceremony are destined to ensure that only a very few lucky people can achieve complete advancement.

Most people can only choose the ghoul route and compromise with their own "animal nature".

Using inferior promotion conditions, the next best thing is to transform into an inhuman ghoul, and the next best thing is to transform into a mythical creature [Lord of Gluttony].

"Blood brew made with fourth-order transmuted blood. Hiccup, the alcohol is really too strong. Phew!"

"breathe-"

Even though Byron relied on the "flow" state that had already touched the edge of [divine vision], he maintained the last bit of clarity in his heart.

The tentacle fetish side effects brought about by drinking large amounts of blood brew have also been intensified to an unprecedented level.

At this moment, even if you look at a piece of straw rope, you will think that the other person has a handsome face.

He quickly stuffed several grilled squid tentacles into his mouth as a side dish, and only then did he calm down the "animal nature" that was running wild in his body.

Not only the appetite, but also the special scent of Violet and Jacqueline became more fragrant.

Byron glanced at his cousin and then immediately looked away.

Just looking at Jacqueline's fixed figure made him feel uncomfortable.

Even if Byron was drunk, he still couldn't appreciate it, he also had a bottom line.

When he looked at Violet, the feeling of her soft and gentle body when he helped her to engrave the curse came to his mind again.

Tentacle Fetish: Human - Non-human - Unspeakable with tentacles - Purebred octopus (squid).

The first two will produce emotions of liking, while the latter two will produce appetite.

The love for tentacles creates a shift towards neutral traits such as "soft as boneless" and "light and soft body".

At a time when side effects have been greatly intensified, this alternative appearance trait has become particularly attractive.

Coupled with the spiritual connection between the two, this attraction was multiplied.

At this moment, Byron thought of his father, sister, Uncle Andrew, cousin, and even the [social clock] who were eagerly expecting him to continue his bloodline. Internal and external factors came into play, and he finally made an uncontrollable decision in his heart.

"I'll find you when I get promoted."

Before he could finish what he was saying in his mind, the blood volume in this killing had already reached the standard.

No one was more efficient than him in commanding the army to use cannons to kill the beastmen.

The blood on the ground flowed around Byron's body, forming a blood-colored ritual with a pentagram as the main body.

The others immediately stepped back.

Byron forced himself to stay awake and placed the remaining parts of the 108 cups of blood brew on the 108 nodes of the ritual one by one.

The blood moon above their heads seemed to be attracted by the ritual. It descended little by little and soon filled everyone's vision.

It was like the blood-red eyes of a terrifying giant staring at everyone on the ground, as if picking and choosing to see which one was more delicious.

A chilling atmosphere instantly filled the entire Blood Source Secret Realm.

All the beastmen and marines prostrated themselves on the ground subconsciously, not daring to even breathe.

It seems that if you are not careful, you will be put on the table and become someone else's delicious meal.

Only Byron, with the aroma of wine all over his body, was still standing in the center of the ceremony, personally raising a pure gold wine glass filled with the life source of the Howling Well high above his head.

After all, the blood-brewed offerings in the ritual were more attractive to the blood moon than Byron, a living person who only drank one sip from each of the 108 cups of blood-brew.

next moment.

"Suck ~ suck~"

As the extremely high-grade blood brew in the ritual was drunk up mouthful by mouthful by the invisible being.

A streak of blood flowed on the surface of the blood moon, and finally a drop of crystal liquid emitting a strong aroma of wine and a fishy and sweet smell dripped down.

With a "ding-dong" sound, it fell into the golden cup in Byron's hand.

Instantly turned the transparent source of life into a glass of fine wine.

——【The evil fountain of magic juice】.

Its quality is obviously far superior to any kind of transmuted blood, and it is only one step away from [Blood of Immortality].

Byron's throat moved, like a traveler who had been trekking in the desert for three days without a sip of water. Every cell in his body was craving for this glass of fine wine.

Drink it!
Drink it!
Drink it.
"The evil spring magic fluid seems to really have the power of the devil."

Byron subconsciously thought of Violet's [Disaster Curse].

These two seem to be a perfect match, although one can tell from their names that neither of them is a positive force.

Without hesitation, drink it all up.

As soon as the extremely sweet wine entered his mouth, it turned into a cool stream of air that rushed into his blood, merging with the 108 kinds of blood brews he had already drunk.

It's like the yeast for making wine or the brine for making tofu, producing a dreamlike effect of turning decay into something magical.

A blinding light of blood instantly shone through his body.

Begins to transform Byron from the inside out into a non-human!
"what--!"

Great pain attacked every nerve in his body.

The whole body sometimes expands, sometimes shrinks, sometimes grows long ears, and sometimes grows fur.
That sight was even more terrifying than the fall of the most degraded beast warrior.

It was at this moment that the emblem of the Baron of Stromgarde gradually gathered above his head, and the drastic changes in his beast shape gradually eased.

The next moment.

An incomplete and broken crown continued to emerge above his head, representing the secular status of the heir to the Azik Empire, the son of prophecy of the Taya Empire, and the Crown Prince of Hastings!
The emblem belonging to the Baron of Stromgarde was immediately forced aside.

The ceremony required at least the title of lord, but how could a mere baron compare to the crown of a crown prince of a great country?

The Blood Feast Holy Grail ritual is very flexible, and the worst route is from [Ghoul] to [Gluttonous Monarch].

The lucky ones' promotion path is no more than [Midnight Demon] to [Night Demon].

And Byron not only used the fourth-level transmutation blood to advance, but also had an [Infinite Evolver] among them, and had the status of crown prince of more than one major country.

Throughout the history of the Bloodthirsty Cult, there has never been such a luxurious configuration.

At this time, the sacrificial ritual quietly underwent changes that no one expected.

A hint of brilliant golden color quietly appeared in the blood light in the ritual, repairing the broken crown, which fell down and was steadily placed on Byron's head.

At the same time, a magnetic male voice sounded in his ears:

“If hard work could bring wealth, then the ruler of the world would be a donkey!

Look up, the people sitting high on the throne are not working diligently. They are clearly blood-sucking creatures in human skin.

The top of the food chain in the human kingdom is a feast for dragons and night demons.

Blood race, you are welcome to join us and become a member of the rentiers, exploiters, and bloodthirsty people, respected. His Highness [Night Demon Prince]!"

(End of this chapter)