Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 329: Perfect body and conspiracy!
At the same time, just above the Blood Source Secret Realm located underground on Shampoo Island.

A black and red crack in the world, only slightly wider than a human body, cut through the thick mountain and emerged here about one-third.

Through the crack, you can clearly see the Sea of ​​​​Source on the opposite side, the rolling dark tides, and a mirror-image island similar to Shampoo Island.

There live all kinds of strange beastmen, and their number is ten or a hundred times that of the underground city.

The bloodiness of the fight is a hundred times greater than that in the Blood Source Secret Realm.

A team of dark wizards had been waiting here for a long time.

The leader was a tall lady with fair skin, holding a carved ivory fan and wearing a blood-red evening gown.

This is none other than the current High Priestess of the Bloodthirsty Cult, Ms. Leech.

She seemed to be only in her early twenties, but her alluring charm was far beyond the reach of other girls of her age.

The explosive figure seems a little exaggerated. The neckline is extremely low to the navel, and the smooth fabric outlines a round hip line under the slender waist that can be held in one hand.

The high slits on both sides of the skirt reveal two long and slender legs like jade pillars, making people feel that the high heels on her feet are a bit redundant.

There was also some special insect pheromone on her body, which normal people might not be able to smell, but all the insect wizards behind her looked at her with fascination in their eyes.

Obviously, neither the [Insect Swarm] who wanted to use spores to control the insects, nor this [Leeze Lady] believed in human nature at all.

I prefer to believe in my own control-type black magic.

At this moment, the female dark wizard was facing the direction of the world's rift. A blood-red leech emerged from her palm, and her body swayed from side to side, as if delivering a message.

Soon, a smile appeared on her lips:
“It should be about time.

The leeches I left near the Black Church sensed the start of the ritual. Act now! "

"Yes, ma'am."

A group of dark wizards around her immediately poured bottle after bottle of blood from various wild animals, demons, sea monsters, monsters, humans and other creatures into a crucible.

Finally, [Ms. Leech] cut her wrist and added a drop of her own blood.

The crucible that contained the blood of at least a thousand different creatures immediately began to boil on its own, turning into a thick blood mist that seeped into the cracks in the world.

The strong smell of blood made the beastmen in the chaos of fighting quiet down, and then they fell into an even more brutal fight.

[Mother of Creation Lilith] is different from the corpses of other old gods.

The sleeping place is not fixed, but moves with a periodic ocean current.

At a fixed time every month, the ocean current of the Sea of ​​Origin will pass through this third-level world crack.

The Bloodthirsty Cult has a tradition of holding a small sacrifice every month and a large sacrifice every quarter (Chapter 322).

Although distance and space have little significance in the Sea of ​​​​Source, the closer the distance, the better the effect and the richer the knowledge obtained.

Sacrificing in accordance with the cycle becomes the most cost-effective option.

Later, Ms. Leech was the first to discover that the title of Mother of Creation, who created countless living beings, seemed to have some kind of intrinsic connection with countless living beings.

If a sacrificial ceremony is performed using the blood of various creatures, it can attract the other party to appear earlier.

The more species of creatures there are, the stronger the attraction to the corpse.

Just like this moment.

As the blood mist rushed into the world's crack, the waves in the distant Sea of ​​​​Source surged rapidly, and a spot of red appeared in an instant.

[Ms. Leech] didn't dare to look any further and quickly looked back at her feet.

It seemed as if he could see through the thick rocks and see Byron who was holding the sublimation ceremony in the black church, his eyes were filled with expectation:
“According to the experience accumulated by the sect over the years.

Not to mention the lowest level [Ghouls], the middle level [Insect People], even the most orthodox [Midnight Demon] that is closest to Lilith's origin.

Once Lilith's real body suddenly appears during the promotion and she whispers the old god's words all the time, they will be polluted without any resistance.

He may not seem abnormal on the surface, but in fact he has turned into a deeply hidden madman!

If you passively listen to the other party's "divine revelation" every moment, you will turn from a madman into a real freak in a year or two.

By allowing the very qualified Test Subject No. 17 to become a 'living follower' that can communicate with Lilith upon promotion, he will definitely be able to acquire a large amount of forbidden knowledge in a short period of time!
It would be better if you have the habit of keeping a diary and a logbook.

After he has filtered and digested the whispers of the old gods, it will be safer for us to read them.

Mr. Baron, this is the common expectation of the Grand Wizard of the Order and your Majesty the King. Please don't let us down."

As the ceremony progressed, Byron's body had become a three-way battlefield:
The forbidden knowledge that represents [animal nature] and power; the [Storm Admiral] that represents [divinity] and stability; the "flow" that represents self and control.

To be more precise, the latter two work together to resist the pull of the blood sublimation ritual and animal nature, so that it will not rush into an unknown ravine like a wild horse.

"I'm afraid that [Mother of Creation Lilith] controls a terrifying number of inhuman forms.

Even though the [Blood Feast Holy Grail] ritual already has a corresponding direction.

However, if one's own control ability is insufficient and one cannot hold on and slacks off halfway, it is not completely impossible that the bloodline will fall.

By then, I will be crying without tears.”

Just like what the great pirate Flint, who was buried on Treasure Island, said.

Extraordinary people spend their entire lives struggling to maintain their spiritual balance.

If you want to truly transcend the mundane world and not turn into a handful of earth in a hundred years, you have to struggle with these dangerous existences.

Only when the ego, id and superego are in balance can the three be in a stable state.

And when the voice in Byron's ear uttered the word "Night Demon Prince", the force pulling his blood suddenly increased.

It seemed that not only the owner of this voice, but even [Mother of Creation Lilith] who had long fallen into eternal sleep had subconsciously paid attention to him.

Alfred, who had witnessed the promotion of high-ranking members of the cult more than once, couldn't help but widen his eyes and said in a lost voice:
"What's happening here?"

Then, a translucent "umbilical cord" that had never appeared in any of the Bloodthirsty Cult's previous bloodline sublimation ceremonies suddenly extended from the blood moon.

It connected with the golden-red extraordinary spiritual light emanating from Byron's body and turned into a layer of translucent follicles, wrapping up his entire body.

The body automatically floated up, and then curled up with its knees hugged as if it had returned to the mother's womb, imitating the appearance of a fetus.

The energy, spirituality and information between the two are fully linked.

The clothes on Byron's body melted away in the blood in an instant, leaving only a series of strange equipment falling to the ground, revealing his burly body with traces of bestiality.

"Humph!"

Faced with this sudden change, Byron, who was immersed in his own transformation, suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

Obviously, being outstanding and brilliant is not always a good thing.

As soon as you hear the name, you will know that [Night Demon Prince] is far more powerful than an ordinary night demon, and has a higher status in the bloodline original system.

But correspondingly, the relationship with Lilith is also closer.

If he could not withstand the combined pull of the other party and his animal nature, he would probably never be able to become a dark wizard with an independent personality again.

Instead, like the Nightmare Jörmungandr, they become followers and fanatics of the old gods and devote their entire lives to their cause of resurrection.

Byron always kept in mind the essence of the transcendental system, that the human mind is the "driver" of its own destiny. His chariot is pulled by two horses: one is a good horse, leading him upward toward the pure idea of ​​God; the other is an unruly bad horse, dragging him downward toward the body.

Man has the ability to ascend to heaven and even be reborn as a divine being.

But they are constantly tempted by physical desires, leading them downward into the animalistic material world.

Only by holding the reins tightly can you be the master of your own life!
Byron did not want to compromise with animality and become a bloodthirsty beast; nor did he want to be assimilated by the rules and become an appendage of the Silver Law.

The idea remains the same, that is freedom!

"If I want to do something, whether it's to be a demon or a saint, it must be out of my own heart, not influenced by anything outside."

"Flow" alone is not enough, the knight's innate skill [Riding] is also required to barely control the pull of two horses.

He drove his own "carriage", rising and falling, gradually entering a state of extreme concentration.

The state of "flow" that symbolizes self-awareness and control begins to improve continuously.

With every increase in the pull from his animal nature, his "flow" state would rise, and he would get closer and closer to the state of "divine vision".

Defeating yourself will bring you greater progress than fighting any master.

Time passes little by little.

Relying on a much more solid foundation than that of ordinary extraordinary people, the id, ego and superego, after reaching a new balance, are much more stable than others.

Together they raised the brilliant crown that symbolized the racial status of the Night Devil Prince, illuminating the entire black church with golden light.

The bloodline transformation is finally on track.

Outwardly, the deterioration did not continue to worsen. Instead, the various signs of bestiality on the body gradually faded away, and they returned to their original normal human appearance.

Deeper changes also begin at this time.

The calluses on his hands from long-term sword training faded away, and the scars on his body from previous battles also gradually disappeared.
The new skin that grew back exudes a lustrous luster like jade.

His already handsome face seemed to be sparkling.

The shoulders, chest, waist, hips, thighs and other body proportions are also readjusted according to the golden ratio.

Right-angled shoulders, shark muscles, dog-like waist, mermaid line, and the cough below, in short, all the characteristics that men dream of, have been modified to the perfect level one by one.

It has even exceeded the human population limit.

Back then, when Byron broke through to the third level of [Storm Admiral], he received a sacred baptism that connected his spiritual and physical bodies.

It allows his body to reach the most theoretically perfect psychological and physiological state for a human being.

But the most that could do was to allow his body to grow to the limit of what his genetic material could express, and it had no way to cure the recessive genetic diseases he carried.

But it is different now. It seems that even the genetic code is adjusting itself, and the pathogenic factor called "glass delusion" disappears in an instant.

Gradually, it reached or even exceeded the most perfect genetic combination of the human race, and was perfectly compatible with the power of [Mother of Creation Lilith].

Yes, it can only be described as perfect.

He has sharp eyes and ears, a tall stature, broad shoulders, and perfectly streamlined muscles that, although not eye-catching, are full of the beauty of power and flowing water.

Such a body has risen to the level of aesthetics, even the marble statues of heroes handed down from mythological times are no more than this.

The translucent follicles cannot block the view from the outside world.

Beside her, Violet’s sapphire eyes twinkled with stars, her cheeks blushed slightly, and she couldn’t help but slightly open her pink lips:

"How can it be so beautiful?"

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Jacqueline standing next to him. Although she covered her eyes with her hands, there was a big gap between her fingers, and her almond-shaped eyes did not blink.

Violet pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and wiped the crystals from the corners of her mouth.

"Suck it~"

I wiped myself as well.

This is the spirit of a Taiwanese princess and pirate captain. She looks at handsome men openly and without any hesitation.

Well, I'm not looking at anyone else anyway.

Sooner or later it will be mine, at most I can split it 50/50 with Catherine, no one else can even think about it!
Just like people of different races and cultures all think the same natural scenery is beautiful, the most beautiful thing is the natural and harmonious one.

This charm seems to have transcended the aesthetic boundaries of the population.

At this time, Byron had completely stabilized the ceremony with his own control and the huge anchor he had prepared in advance.

I finally had the time to pay attention to the voice that just sounded in my ears.

"My instinctive feeling is that it's the master of this city who's speaking, [The Impaler] Tepesh?

A feast for dragons and night demons?

The old continent in the mythological era is also called the Dragon Court. Since the night demons under Lilith can be on par with them, there is no reason why there cannot be an old god with stronger dragons.

And, as he said, whether these two rulers are allies or enemies, they have something in common.

They are all naked rentiers.”

After all, most of the ancient heroes who first founded kingdoms became kings by “bathing in dragon’s blood.”

Reinhardt, the Blue Dragon King who founded the North Sea Empire, is just one of them. In history, there have been at least four other kings who make up the Five Color Dragon Kings.

Later, the heroes intermarried, resulting in the entire upper class of the Silver Continent being made up of relatives.

Even now, two thousand years later, it remains the same.

Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different races? Here, they really are of different races.

There has never been any precedent of a commoner ascending the throne to become king.

At this moment, Byron could clearly feel that the thin blue dragon blood in his body was growing rapidly.

This further confirmed the speculation that the two sides had exchanged knowledge.

One is greedy for flesh and blood, the other is greedy for treasure, they complement each other.

“I wonder what kind of surprise the combination of the dragon and the night demon will bring in the end?”

But before Byron could experience the series of changes in his body.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion in my ears.

A blood-red light carrying a huge figure violently broke into his perception.

And because of the deep connection of the "umbilical cord", he couldn't even close his eyes and block his perception.

"what?!"

What followed was the mumbling and knowledge from the other side of the "umbilical cord" that was far more violent than at the beginning, which almost destroyed the balance of his three-legged situation on the spot.

(End of this chapter)