Chapter 39: Bloodline Gift (Part )
"quiet!"

"You must submit to me absolutely."

Cassius used all his strength to radiate his leader's aura, causing all the followers present to feel a heavy pressure from above.

Whether it was the flying dragon, the chimera or the ogre, they all bowed their heads and knelt down involuntarily.

After all his followers bent down, Red Cassius slowly cut the skin on his palm with his sharp claws.

The palm is not covered with scales, but with thick and tough skin, which is not easy even for the red dragon itself to cut.

The scratch expanded, and warm blood slowly seeped out from the wound, condensed, and dripped.

"Tick."

"Tick."

"Tick."

The bright red blood kept flowing onto the boulders and gathered in a shallow pit.

The family members still kept their heads bowed, and the air was filled with silence.

No one dared to look up, and even their eyes returned to the ground, for fear of accidentally angering the red dragon and ending up in a miserable state.

"Blood gift."

Cassius muttered to himself.

As special abilities are activated under the will of the red dragon.

A strange power emerged from the leader's aura, connecting the red dragon with the blood.

Suddenly, Cassius felt that the flowing blood was no longer a dead thing, but something closely connected to his body and his blood.

It is even like an extension of one's own bloodline, able to extend one's influence further and deeper.

When all the blood was completely converted, Cassius could clearly feel that part of his power was being divided out.

But this behavior is not simply giving, it is more like a tree sowing its own seeds, and when the day comes when it "blooms and bears fruit", it will also give back to itself.

The still warm blood in the shallow pit flowed slowly.

There is incredible power in that.

This is the blood of grace.

The family members did not know how far the ceremony had progressed or whether it was successful, so they still did not dare to look up.

The air in the valley was almost stagnant. Thousands of monsters were crowded in it, but there was unusual silence.

Finally, Cassius took the initiative to break the silence.

"You can get up now."

Upon hearing their master's order, the dependents in the valley felt relieved and stood up in large numbers.

But when they noticed the bright red blood flowing slowly in the shallow pit, they held their breath again and became nervous.

Who doesn’t want to be the lucky one who enjoys a long life and great power?

"Trump."

Cassius named the first one.

This ogre magician is the steward appointed by the red dragon, a rare monster spellcaster, and a contributor to the prosperity of the Burning Embers Nest. What is precious is that he has been fooled to the point of being completely devoted to the red dragon's so-called great blueprint.

Cassius needed to keep him dignified, give him greater power, and set a positive example for all the monsters in Burning Ember Lair.

Trump pushed his glasses up with pretentious calm, as if he had already expected that he would be the first to be given the gift.

But in fact, he was so nervous that he was shaking all over. It was not until he was called by the Red Dragon that he managed to calm down his fluctuating emotions and pretended to understand everything.

Trump climbed up the rock with great effort and waited quietly.

The blood flowed upstream and into the ogre's mouth.

The blood that entered Trump's mouth was only a part of it, which was not much for an ogre who was more than three meters tall.

Normally, this voracious ogre could even drink up the blood of a mammoth. But as soon as he took in the "blood of grace", Trump's body began to tremble violently.

All the fat on his body was shaking constantly.

"what--"

The majestic elemental energy flows into the throat.

The ogre's eyes were bloodshot and his face was hideous. He opened his bloody mouth wide enough to swallow a human head, like a monster that had completely lost its mind, without any trace of his previous pretense of calm.

However, the scorching fire element continued to flow down the esophagus into the intestines, burning his abdomen red, as if a ball of burning fire appeared in his body.

The ogre was known to eat anything and had an extremely strong digestive system, but at this moment, he felt unimaginable pain in his stomach for the first time.

"It's burning! It's burning!"

Trump was completely unable to stand. He curled up on the ground involuntarily, his huge body rolling back and forth and struggling, his arms constantly beating the ground to vent his pain.

He hammered the boulder so hard that it made a loud bang, and dragon blood churned in his stomach.

As the ogre tossed around, the blood containing elemental power had entered the blood vessels and was pumped to all parts of the body by the violently beating heart, about to bring about the most thorough changes to the entire body.

"huh, huh"

He lay on the stone, panting heavily. His fat and huge body became swollen and red, and white smoke came out of his skin. At this moment, he was like a bloated balloon, which seemed like it would burst at the next moment.

The power of the dragon clan is a little too strong for this ogre of low bloodline.

Trump let out one low howl after another. His voice became weaker and weaker, but his eyes gradually became clearer. Anyone could feel that his life was gradually fading away.

The dragon's blood greedily drained his life force, transforming into vast elemental energy that filled his body.

Is it going to fail?

Cassius made no sound, but just watched quietly.

If he failed, he would regret losing a capable subordinate, but that was all.

The ogres clenched their sticks nervously. They didn't have much affection for each other and would even eat the bodies of their dead companions without hesitation. But for this boss who was very good at finding food, they still wanted him to survive.

On the other side, the earth elf leader Doro began to breathe rapidly.

He has been suppressed by Rumple for too long. Once the ogre dies and his other followers are no longer capable of being used, he will take the opportunity to take over and become the true steward of the Burning Nest.

Thinking of this, Dolo's mouth corners slightly raised.

At this moment, the change suddenly occurred.

"what--"

The ogre, who had been silent for a long time, let out a heavy roar.

He was lying on the ground on all fours in a strange posture, and his bloated body continued to expand. His whole body was greedily absorbing the energy from the surroundings, drying up the air around him.

One breath.

Take two breaths.

Three breaths.

His body rose and fell.

Its size increased from three meters to four meters, and then stopped at more than five meters.

His back had a protruding spine with bone spurs.

Its hands and feet also became sharper, turning into a shape similar to dragon claws.

The thick skin was actually cracking, being torn apart by his own body, revealing the newly grown, extremely hard red scales beneath the skin, just like a snake shedding its skin.

Only then did Cassius realize that the ogre magician was not passively accepting the changes brought about by the gift, but was using the elemental power contained in the dragon's blood to activate the magic web and construct a spell model similar to "Fireball" in his body, so as to absorb the energy in the dragon's blood more thoroughly.

The risks are huge, but the rewards are also high.

Thanks to Trump's in-depth research, his control over magic has reached a terrifying level.

(End of this chapter)