Chapter 528: Chapter 86 Ascension Ritual
Igot’s pupils trembled heavily. Amidst the swirling tides of annihilated light and death magic, a shattered moment of protection in front of him washed the purple-black divine spark of death before him.
“This voice…”
What shocked Igott was not only the divine spark, which was brimming with demonic aura, but also the lingering scent of the girl in his arms. More importantly, he was not unfamiliar with the deep voice that suddenly echoed in his mind.
—Last year, in the fire month, outside of Mies Territory, when facing the swordsman Hodrea who had fallen into the abyss, Igott had heard this voice in his mind, asking if he yearned for power.
At that time, Igott had suspected that it was a mental fluctuation caused by the resonance of the abyss imprint on the End Sword. However, it was the voice emanating from the shadow of the demon race before him!
At this moment, Igott hardly had any time to think. The right hand that held the sword instinctively released the hilt and grasped the incoming divine spark.
The moment they made contact, a surge of purple-black divine light rippled from the divine spark, directly merging into his body as if being refined!
However, this was not a true refinement.
At Igott’s level, even with the enhancement of the Demon King’s Heart, there was no possibility of fusing with the divine spark. The truth was that Anderdun was controlling this divine spark and merging it into his body.
The instant the divine spark entered Igott’s body, bursts of desolate demonic light flickered. Deep within his bloodline, black chains extended, locking his entire body. Demonic markings spread within the dark demonic flames!
At the same time, Anderdun’s voice sounded: “Kid, operate the Demon King’s power according to the runes I gave you!”
At this moment, Igott hesitated.
This hesitation was not simply because he could not trust the demon race that had suddenly entered his body, or out of concern for himself. Rather, it was because he could not rest assured about the safety of the girl in his arms.
Verafia, held in the boy’s left arm, slightly lifted her little face.
In Verafia’s clear eyes, she saw the dense demonic markings spreading through flesh and blood beneath Igott’s facial skin.
Verafia knew in her heart that this was the power of the Demon King, a phenomenon caused by its erosion of Igott’s body while destroying it.
The young girl suddenly let out a faint sound:
“Igott, do as he says.”
It wasn’t that Verafia completely trusted Anderdun. Since signing the contract with him, although this former Black-winged Monarch had always maintained obedience in front of her, the subtle movements he made were difficult to completely conceal.
However, what Verafia trusted more was that when facing Lancaster, Anderdun had no other choice. Otherwise, all that awaited him would be complete destruction!
Hearing the girl’s voice, Igott’s gaze shifted slightly, but he no longer hesitated. Following the rune array presented by Anderdun before his eyes, he actively propelled the circulation of dark demonic power.
Furthermore, under Igott’s True Sight Eye, the dark runes inscribed by Anderdun were parsed into countless pure rune lines, and the speed of demonic energy spread was even faster.
In that instant, the runes appeared as bright red blood, and the Demon King’s power surged in, churning black blood. Demonic energy swirled, and black flames suddenly ignited, rapidly corroding Igott’s body!
In Verafia’s slightly opened pupils, the black-haired young man holding her had dark demonic markings tearing at his flesh. Blood that overflowed from the cracks was clearly demonic blood filled with dark energy.
The Demon King’s power eroded the dark blood, burning with dark flames, igniting Igott’s flesh and blood, and altering his level of life. At a speed visible to the naked eye, he was transforming from the concept of “human” into a demon!
“Anderdun, the runes you inscribed on Igott, are they demonic rituals?”
“These are runes for an ascension ritual… Moreover, Igott possesses the true Demon King’s Heart, which is enough for him to transform into a top-tier noble among the Demon King races.”
Anderdun said.
However, he quickly noticed the young girl’s slightly furrowed brow and suddenly remembered that this divine maiden’s past life was as a human hero, one who was irreconcilably opposed to demons. Thus, he quickly explained:
“Miss Vera, at his current life level, Igott has no way to bear the Demon King’s power. Moreover, he is a human being completely opposed to us… Therefore, the only way is to transform him into a Demon King lineage.”
Anderdun’s implication was that if Igott did not undergo the ascension ritual, the final outcome would only be death under the backlash of the Demon King’s power.
Verafia gently shook her head. She did not mind Igott’s human identity being changed into a demon.
After all, she herself was no longer human. Even with past hatreds, she was still cooperating with Anderdun, the Heavenly King of the Demon Race.
But…
“Ascension ritual, transforming a creature from outside the Demon Realm into a demon?”
Verafia was no stranger to the term “ascension ritual.” During the Demon Race War, she had witnessed many beings from the continent transform into demons through Demonic Realm crystals.
Among them, the vast majority died due to the backlash of demonic power, which was directly opposed to life. There were also quite a few who successfully transformed into high-ranking demons and were subsequently killed by her sword.
In Verafia’s past understanding, dark demonic power directly modified the flesh and blood, and the level of life, and then transformed into true demons.
However, on Igott, the Demon King’s power was instead eroding his blood and thus changing his body!
“Blood and fire share the same origin.”
For some reason, such a phrase suddenly surfaced in Verafia’s heart.
Igott’s body, eroded by dark demonic power, was undergoing changes that were almost irreversible, exhibiting various demonic characteristics.
As if his soul was being burned by hellfire, the black-haired young man painfully raised his head. Between his azure and scarlet eyes, a trace of demonic depth permeated.
At the same time, on his body, increasingly tough flesh and blood, as if smeared, revealed deep and complex demonic markings that exuded evil and destructive fluctuations of darkness.
All these changes happened in an instant. Lancaster had just recovered from Anderdun’s suicidal explosion and was re-drawing his spear blade.
“Interesting, Igott, are you choosing to degenerate into a demon?”
Lancaster, seeing Igott, who was transforming while burning with black flames, laughed heartily: “If that’s the case, it is only fitting for a demon to perish under this King’s Holy Spear!”
“Fallen Sacred Spear!”
The Holy Spear’s aura pierced through almost instantly. The brilliant light pierced through infinite space and time. A reflection flashed in Igott’s pupils!
Suddenly, Igott’s chest, corroded by the Demon King’s Heart, was covered by a layer of clear white light, like hazy moonlight. The dark demonic energy sprinkled upon it seemed to melt away like ice and snow, rapidly receding.
“This is—”
Anderdun’s voice was filled with shock.
Even the blood burning with dark flames returned to its bright red state, and the dark demonic markings on his skin were concealed beneath his flesh. The demonic components, at this moment, achieved a strange balance with him!
—This was the talent of the protection of the Fleur-de-lis, purifying all darkness and curses.
As the dark flames receded from his body, Igott’s palm heavily grasped the End Sword!
