Chapter 140: Chapter 69 Ascension Ritual (5)_2


    “Come on, kill me, Child of the Devil.”


    “Hahaha, do you want revenge? To y your mortal enemy?”


    Duke Brad spread his hands nonchntly.


    Mezsh charged forward, swinging with all his might. The longsword, glowing with a scarlet hue, shed toward the vampire’s neck.


    The only sound was the sword slicing through flesh.


    Duke Brad did not dodge, allowing the longsword to cut deep into the flesh of his neck.


    Blood sttered instantly.


    It even sprayed onto Mezsh’s face.


    However, Duke Brad merely gripped the de tightly with his hand and pulled it out forcefully. As the blood-stained sword was drawn out, the wound on his neck healed at a visible speed, restoring to its original state.


    He toyed with the blood-stained sword in his hand.


    “Good, try harder.”


    “But this level of attack is not enough to kill me; after all, I am an undying existence.”


    A smile appeared on Duke Brad’s face. He eagerly anticipated seeing that familiar, desperate, regretful, and fearful expression on Mezsh’s face.


    Yet, Mezsh showed none of it.


    The previous rage seemed only a facade.


    The Tiefling’s expression instead became calm. His pitch-ck eyes stared at the vampire before him: “Long ago, perhaps seven years, I started thinking about how to kill you.”


    “You are powerful, almost without weakness.”


    “But you are too arrogant, despising all mortals, even… your enemies.”


    “What?”


    The blood-stained sword flickered with a strong magical aura; it was a spell ingrained in the sword that Mezsh had searched all of Anzeta for years to find, one capable of controlling vampires—


    [Ottu Dance]


    Due to the spell’s influence, Duke Brad began to sway and dance in ce, kicking his feet in a ridiculous manner.


    But Mezsh did not dare to rx in the slightest because he knew the mighty vampire before him could break free from the spell’s restraint at any moment.


    “Alger!”


    Mezsh shouted loudly.


    At this moment, the two former enemies joined forces to face this terrifying adversary.


    A loud eagle’s cry echoed from the darkness as Alger, who had been lurking, revealed his presence for the first time.


    He descended rapidly, holding a wooden spear soaked in holy water.


    Alger’s once-human eyes, now dragon-like and golden, burned with an endless fury, ready to unleash. The former Alger had long died; what remained was the w of the evil dragons, the Red Scale Conqueror, born for revenge.


    He would y the vampire who had wrought untold suffering.


    He would end all these tragedies.


    “Swish—”


    The wooden spear pierced through the flesh with a sound, prating from the vampire’s back and stabbing through the heart that should have ceased to beat but still held boundless evil power.


    The holy water on the wooden spear seared the vampire’s chest, emitting a hissing sound.


    Brad Rackman was pinned to the ground by the wooden spear, his head lowered, blood flowing from the wound, and the Ottu Dance steps ceased abruptly.


    “Huff… huff…”


    “Mezsh, is it over just like that?”


    Alger, riding his giant eagle,nded on the ground, still panting from the intense tension and excitement, breathing out sulfur-scented breaths.


    “I’m afraid it is far from over.”


    “Listen.”


    Mezsh gazed at the seemingly dead vampire, his brows furrowed, and his voice heavy.


    Alger immediately became alert, pulling out his Everburning Greatsword, looking around warily for any threat.


    “He is everywhere…”


    “Let our blood boil within his body…”


    “Let us embrace the great Ascension…”


    The chanting of the Vampire Variants continued, bing increasingly mournful and tragic.


    The heavy chains still bound them, the blood light still connected them to Duke Brad, and even the evil array beneath them showed a peculiar sense of liveliness.


    Suddenly, a tall and hefty Vampire Variant on the stone pir exploded, turning into filthy, viscous blood.


    In death, he was still murmuring: “I will attain eternal life within his immortal body!”


    That was Traviv Rackman, the Duke’s second son, famously obese, a symbol of gluttony.


    Following that, the blood foam flowed along the blood light into Brad Rackman’s body, his previously gaunt body bing tall and strong—he had absorbed Traviv Rackman’s constitution.


    Finally, the worst fear of Mezsh and Alger was realized.


    He revived.


    Or rather, he had never died.


    The wooden spear quivered with Brad’s body.


    A deep voice reverberated within the fortress.


    “Hahaha…”


    “Such immense strength.”


    “Centuries of hibernation for this moment…”


    Duke Brad, who had appeared lifeless, began to stand up slowly, forcibly pulling out the wooden spear from his chest.


    And as he pulled, flesh rapidly filled the wound. By the time the wooden spear waspletely removed, the hole in his chest had healed entirely.


    By then, having absorbed the Ascension Sacrifice, he had lost the vampire’s weakness of “Wooden Stake Heart Piercing,” bing a truly undying monster.


    Duke Brad grinned, revealing a smile.


    “Thank goodness, this power did not disappoint me.”


    As he said this, his body had already swollen to three meters tall, now looking down on Alger and Mezsh, his crimson eyes filled with greed.


    He sniffed the blood in the air, recognizing his former subordinate.


    “Oh? It’s you.”


    “Alger Yorman, my once most trusted hound, I thought you had perished on Stormy Ridge. I intended to turn you into an undying existence, serving me for eternity. Unfortunately, you missed that wonderful opportunity.”


    “But, you’re just a dog. How dare you… bite back at your master?”


    Alger’s half-dragon, half-human face instantly twisted with rage, his golden eyes burning with fury.


    “Brad Rackman, you destroyed everything I had.”


    “I will kill you!”


    Duke Brad approached unhurriedly, his presence exuding intense oppression.


    “You know?”


    “Poor little thing, I wanted to tell you the truth before turning you. If only I could have seen your agony then… I would have been utterly delighted.”


    “You!”


    Mezsh severed the attacking dark tendrils, shouting sharply: “Don’t let him provoke you, go destroy those Variants, or his power will only grow stronger!”


    Alger came to his senses, flipping onto the giant eagle.


    However, it was toote. A sensual Vampire Variant on the stone pir exploded, bing filthy, viscous blood.


    In dying moments, she moaned loudly: “I will be satisfied in his eternal desire!”


    That was Lnnie Rackman, the Duke’s second daughter, a symbol of lust.@@novelbin@@


    The blood foam once again flowed along the blood light into Brad Rackman’s body. His crimson eyes flickered with seductive colors, now seeming like the embodiment of desire—he had absorbed Lnnie Rackman’s charisma.


    Duke Brad gazed at Alger.


    “Your struggle is amusing.”


    “Since that’s the case, be reborn as my eternal hound, Alger.”


    His crimson eyes glimmered with enchanting Magical Aura.


    [Domination of Humans]


    “No!”


    Alger roared.


    He closed his eyes tightly, trying to resist the spell forcibly.


    Despite his strong will, he couldn’t withstand the spell containing the sin of “lust.” Alger once again became a puppet, even a marite, of Duke Brad.


    “Die!”


    Alger’s eyes turned vacant as he swung his Everburning Greatsword towards Mezsh.


    Unarmed, Mezsh could only dodge frantically. However, under Alger’s skilled swordsmanship, he sustained numerous wounds, his expression growing increasingly grave.


    “This cannot go on.”


    “But, the master is about to descend.”


    He thought thus, while in his hand, he clutched a scarlet crystal stone that had long been shattered.