Ashen Dragon-Chapter 136 - 66 Ascension Ritual (Part 2)

Chapter 136: Chapter 66 Ascension Ritual (Part 2)

According to the contract of the “Voice of the Night,” the Vampire Ascension Ritual had extremely cumbersome requirements.

In addition to sacrificing one thousand six hundred and seventy-four vampire variants to the great evil entity, seven meticulously cultivated variants were required, each serving the Lord of Sin and symbolizing the Seven Deadly Sins: Pride, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Lust.

As the master, the vampire needed to genuinely “love” these variants.

When the ritual commenced, the power and blood within these variants would flow into the main body and be absorbed by the vampire.

For example, Alexia symbolized Pride.

Duke Brad sent his youngest son, Todd Rackman, to Sgurr Town, hoping he could become the embodiment of Envy in that remote little place, ultimately becoming the perfect feast for his Ascension Ritual.

However, before he could enjoy this supreme honor, Ramp turned him into a pile of meat mush through a series of experiments.

“Damn Red Dragon…”

Thinking of this, Duke Brad gritted his teeth even harder.

“I must find another special variant to replace Todd’s position, and it’s best if it’s a spellcaster.”

During the vampire’s ascension, not only would the blood be drained, but the variant’s entire abilities, including spellcasting abilities, would be absorbed. That’s why he painstakingly trained Todd to become a mage.

“Spellcasters…”

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Duke Brad pondered for a moment. He suddenly remembered the disrespectful vampire variant he captured not long ago, who seemed to be a trickster with a high affinity for dark powers.

“Isn’t that just ready-made?”

Thinking of this, a smile curled on his lips—a very interesting prey that had now fallen into his control.

Duke Brad enjoyed this feeling of being high above and in control of everything. He relished the struggles of his prey, especially loving to see their faces fall into despair.

For a vampire who had long lost his sense of taste, it was like sweet, mellow wine.

Duke Brad could not help but lick his lips.

“To watch such an unruly human, seeing himself controlled and become a sacrifice without being able to resist, should be a most wonderful thing,”

“I’m really looking forward to it…”

A gleam of expectation flashed in Duke Brad’s scarlet pupils, looking grotesque and horrifying.

…

“For the great Ascension…”

The Swashbuckler stood in the iron cage, mimicking the mindless blood slaves, and murmured softly, “For the great Ascension…”

The “Rebel Crest” was secretly hidden under his tongue, making it impossible for the guards searching his body to discover it.

Watching the blood mist gradually spread in the air and the sacrificial array flickering with ghostly light inside the iron cage, the Swashbuckler felt like crying but had no tears, thinking to himself: “Damn, am I really going to be sacrificed…”

Suddenly, a powerful pressure emanated from the bloodline.

The blood slaves all fell to the ground, licking the floor like devout zealots.

The Swashbuckler also knelt down.

To become stronger, he could even endure the humiliation beneath his crotch.

Wasn’t it just a kneel?

He endured it!

But his eyes were sneaking a glance at the uninvited guest.

The visitor had pale skin, scarlet eyes, and wore a luxurious black robe trimmed with gold—that was Duke Brad Rackman.

The Swashbuckler’s heart leaped with joy, thinking, “This old man finally came!”

But Duke Brad’s gaze swept over him, making him quickly lower his head, not daring to make a sound.

“Very good, the strength is still abundant.”

Duke Brad smiled with satisfaction.

He slightly raised his hand, and with the sound of wings flapping, hundreds of bats surged from the darkness, forming a huge hand that wrapped around the Swashbuckler, carrying him out of the iron cage.

His cloak slightly opened, and his whole body floated upwards.

Soon, they arrived at the stone platform for the ritual.

The bats dispersed, and the Swashbuckler’s vision was no longer pitch black. He immediately saw the variants bound to the stone pillars, his eyes widening in shock.

Ordinary people would feel immense fear in such an environment, but the Swashbuckler’s thought process was evidently different, and his focus was somewhat peculiar.

As an experienced old lecher, he immediately noticed the Duke’s eldest daughter, Alexia Rackman, who was entirely naked, with her snow-white body exposed.

“Damn, playing it this big?”

“And there’s no Holy Light?!”

“No, Swashbuckler, Swashbuckler, you cannot let beauty blind your eyes.”

“You’re a man aiming to become the King of Games!”

Thinking of this, he forcefully moved his gaze away, continuing to pretend to be controlled. Fortunately, Duke Brad was still gazing at his masterpiece with indulgence, not noticing anything amiss.

During this moment, he also saw Yeno Rackman, similarly bound to the stone pillar, who symbolized “Sloth” among the Seven Deadly Sins.

“It hurts the eye.”

The Swashbuckler sighed inwardly.

At this moment, Duke Brad turned his head to look at the Swashbuckler, a scarlet gleam flashing in his eyes.

“What’s your name?”

“Swashbuckler.”

Swashbuckler answered honestly.

Afraid his disguise would be seen through, he feared getting killed on the spot by the vampire duke before achieving anything.

Fortunately, Duke Brad did not find anything unusual, only curling his lips and saying softly:

“Strange name… but it doesn’t matter. From now on, your name is Todd Rackman. You are my youngest son, who has been banished to the outskirts. You are insanely jealous of your siblings, understand?”

“Now, let me ask again, who are you?”

“I’m Todd Rackman, your neglected youngest son.”

“Very good, say it again.”

The Swashbuckler complied physically, but in his mind, he cursed the old vampire’s ancestors. He had seen people recognizing their fathers, but never assigning themselves as someone’s son!

“Who wants to be your darn son, old lamp!”

The Swashbuckler roared inwardly, but outwardly, he obediently said: “I’m Todd Rackman, your neglected youngest son. I’m jealous of my siblings.”

“Very good.”

Duke Brad nodded slightly.

He observed the puppet-like Swashbuckler, rubbing his chin, frowning and pondering.

“Simply letting this variant replace Todd’s identity doesn’t seem enough to make me feel ‘love’ for it.”

Duke Brad was a complete monster, able to forcefully manufacture a twisted, perverse kind of “love” to achieve his goals.

Though he could deliberately guide and control, he couldn’t freely manufacture emotions.

“The body and emotions are deeply entwined.”

“In the eyes of mortals, the ultimate carnal desire seems to naturally produce love, so…”

Duke Brad looked at the Swashbuckler again, his scarlet pupils revealing a strange gleam and an inexplicable desire.

The Swashbuckler immediately felt a chill, a bad premonition surfacing in his mind.

Though his expression did not change, alarm bells were ringing in his head.

“Wait, what the heck is this old Biden planning on doing?!”