Chapter 3: Blood of the Black King Nidhogg (Part 2)
Having read the original Dragon Clan novel, Mo Yuan was naturally aware of the Black King's power. From that moment on, he had only three ambitions: First, become stronger! Second, become stronger! Third, become even more powerful!
He wanted to replace all the blood in his body with the true Black King's blood! He wanted to become the new Black King!
Of course, along the way, he'd also do things he'd long wanted to do, like elbowing a certain harpoon-wielding God King...
Back to the present, now that the most troublesome soul shock of absorbing the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring had been resolved, all that remained was to absorb the immense energy. This was the easiest step for Mo Yuan, possessing the powerful body of dragon blood.
Outside, time ticked by. About half an hour later, the black Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring floating above Mo Yuan's head suddenly contracted several times, then enveloped him from top to bottom.
It finally landed on the outermost of the three rings, one yellow and two purple, and slowly began to move in rhythm with them.
The Dragon Horned Hunter Lizard's Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring, absorbed successfully!
At the same time, within the Sea of Spirits, at the moment of successfully absorbing the spirit ring, Black King Nidhogg suddenly raised his head and roared toward the sky. The wings, covered in skulls, spread out, unleashing a terrifying hurricane.
Mo Yuan, leaning against a tombstone to resist the gusts, gazed expectantly at the immaculate black dragon.
"Now that my dragon blood has reached 40%, I should be able to freely use all Word Spirits below sequence number 90, right? I wonder how much more alchemy I'll learn..."
Accompanied by the Black King's roar, a drop of blood emerged from his chest. The drop seemed to be filled with blazing flames, yet also with tiny bursts of thunder. The crimson blood was like a gem.
The moment the drop appeared, Mo Yuan was inhaled with an inexplicable freshness and sweetness. The scent instantly made the blood in his body boil, and his spirit felt a deep longing.
It was the instinct of biological evolution, the lower bloodline's innate hunger for purer blood. The greed within his blood told Mo Yuan that this was the key to evolution.
The blood drop flew quickly to Mo Yuan. Gazing at the countless times concentrated crimson blood, Mo Yuan swallowed it without hesitation.
Dragon blood is both a gift and a poison, especially the blood of the Dragon Emperor, Black King Nidhogg. Even at only 40% purity, it was more than Mo Yuan could easily withstand.
Amidst the excruciating pain, the dragon blood within Mo Yuan's body began to rapidly increase in purity. As the blood drop absorbed it, a portion of the human blood was corroded and completely annihilated.
Simultaneously, a surge of tyranny and destruction rose within Mo Yuan's mind, then ignited and spread like ignited gasoline.
Mo Yuan, whose eyes had been tightly closed, suddenly opened them. His dark, almost inky pupils were instantly filled with a dazzling golden light. Unlike the coldness of before, they were now filled with tyranny and murderous intent.
This was the spiritual erosion from the dragon blood, far more deadly than the physical erosion itself. When the spirit was filled with the tyranny and destructiveness within the dragon blood, the hybrids had only one outcome: death.
Mo Yuan was no exception, but after three blood transfusions, he had long since been tempered.
Tasting death again and again, gritting his teeth and enduring the excruciating pain, Mo Yuan suddenly raised his head and roared toward the sky, his voice laced with an unknown language.
This roar didn't sound human, more like the roar of a mighty dragon, and the language was no different.
"On the day I return to the world, all traitors shall die!"
This was dragon script.
The roar slowly dissipated within the Star Dou Great Forest, and scorching steam rose from Mo Yuan's body. Within his furnace-like body, as the poisonous dragon blood grew increasingly beautiful and pure, the dragon blood's ascension concluded.
The blood-red hue in his dazzling golden eyes slowly faded, and as Mo Yuan's eyes closed and opened, deep black pupils reappeared.
"My soul power has reached level 41. I've mastered most of the Word Dragon Scripts below Word Level 90. I've gained some information on alchemical concepts like weaponry and spatial mastery, but I still don't have anything like time reversal and causal separation."
After absorbing and organizing the new information in his mind, Mo Yuan said calmly.
He was a little disappointed that there was no information on time causality in the Seven Kingdoms of Alchemy, but he didn't mind it too much.
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After all, compared to alchemy with a lower threshold, like elemental control, Mo Yuan, a S-rank hybrid, could still learn and use it. But even if he could master temporal causality, he probably wouldn't be able to do much with his current bloodline.
"Bloodline upgrade complete, time to celebrate the traditional festival..." Mo Yuan walked over to the two massive carcasses of the dragon-horned lizard and extended his hands. A hissing sound echoed as flesh was pierced.
Mo Yuan plunged his hands into the corpses, and wisps of pale aura emerged from his body, enveloping the bodies with an undeniable sense of death.
Then, as if dehydrated, the two massive carcasses quickly shrivelled, their vitality and remaining soul power plundered by Mo Yuan.
The vitality and soul power transformed into a warm current that flowed through his body, and Mo Yuan felt the fatigue from enduring the excruciating pain vanish. His mind and body were restored to peak condition, and his soul power level also increased slightly.
This is one of the uses of the Black King's blood that Mo Yuan discovered. As a symbol of death, destruction, and calamity, possessors of it can absorb the vitality and soul power of living beings to restore and enhance themselves. In actual combat, this is akin to a perpetual motion machine.
This is also the primary reason he was able to reach the rank of Fourth Ring Soul Master at the age of eleven.
It's a shame that no one else saw him in this state, or else the Shrek Supervisory Committee would have come to offer him their support in no time.
The pervasive aura of death, the ability to absorb the life and soul power of living beings to restore himself and increase his strength, the sheer brutality and calamity of his presence...
From every angle, Mo Yuan resembles an evil soul master.
According to the classification of evil soul masters in Douluo II, this is indeed the case.
After all, anyone who has read the original Dragon Clan novel knows that hybrids, when they don't blood-violate and only use their Word Spirits, are not only unthreatening but also quite handsome.
But once their blood-violates, their bodies transform into dragons and their spirits are corrupted, they become nothing more than monsters, even more sinister than some evil soul masters and Titled Douluo.
As someone who had read the original Dou Er novel, Mo Yuan was naturally aware of this. Therefore, no one else knew about the absorbing life force from living creatures.
Of course, it had existed before, but it quickly disappeared.
Furthermore, to conceal his true spirit, Mo Yuan always claimed it was an eye, named the Golden Eye.
Had he not been so nomadic, he would have likely been found by the members of the Body Sect long ago.
After absorbing the remaining life force from the dragon-horned hunter lizard, Mo Yuan was about to withdraw when he seemed to notice something, raising a brow in surprise.
"A soul bone has burst forth?"
Pulling his hands from the shrunken flesh and grasping the long sword stuck in the ground, Mo Yuan slashed at the dragon-horned hunter lizard's right arm.
The shrunken flesh parted, revealing a piece of right arm bone that glowed with a faint red light.
Hmm... not bad quality. At twelve thousand years old, it should fetch a good price...
Mo Yuan removed the soul bone from the corpse, examined it in his hand, and then stored it in the bracelet-like soul guide on his left hand.
This bracelet-shaped soul guide was borrowed by Mo Yuan from a 'lucky person'. The storage space inside is average, neither too big nor too small, basically meeting Mo Yuan's storage needs.
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(End of this chapter)