Ashen Dragon-Chapter 137 - 67 Ascension Ritual (3)

Duke Brad squinted his eyes, slowly closing in.

"Rejoice, enjoy all of this, you lowly creature, this will be the greatest honor of your life."

"Don’t worry, it will be over soon."

It seemed that Brad Rackman had never tasted such prey before, as he even licked his lips expectantly, the scent of blood almost blowing into Swashbuckler’s face.

Swashbuckler frantically screamed in his heart: "Damn, is Eight Hook’s so-called Lord of the Night this deep dark?"

A terrifying thought suddenly popped into his mind.

"Am I going to be the first player in history to get screwed over by an NPC?!"

"Where’s the healthy game system?"

"Come out and take care of this!"

"Save me!"

However, at that moment, Duke Brad had already forcefully embraced him, his pallid fingers, like old tree bark, brushing against his neck.

He gently blew on Swashbuckler’s earlobe.

"Come on..."

"Fall into joy and lust."

"And finally, become my nourishment..."

Swashbuckler’s expression changed instantly.

As an old pervert who hadn’t even held a girl’s hand, now he was about to lose his innocence to this centuries-old freak!

He gritted his teeth, determination in his eyes.

A nobleman can be killed but not humiliated!

Some things are intolerable!

He couldn’t stand it any longer and decided to take down this perverted old freak!

"I can’t take it anymore, I’ll bite you to death, you damn scumbag!"

While Duke Brad was still lost in his own world, Swashbuckler fiercely bit down on his unguarded neck.

This bite was filled with the anger of nearly being screwed over!

Sharp canine teeth pierced the skin, sinking into the blood vessel.

Thick blood flowed into Swashbuckler’s mouth, tasting like sewage, making him want to gag.

But the constant source of evil energy within that blood also entered Swashbuckler’s body.

At that moment, as a derivative, Swashbuckler drank the blood of the vampire’s main body, completely freeing himself from Duke Brad’s control, becoming a true vampire!

"You deceitful creature! You tricked me!"

"You are a rebel!"

Duke Brad’s expression changed drastically as dark waves spread across him, instantly sending the blood-sucking Swashbuckler flying ten meters.

He raised his hand, and the blood mist in the air condensed into a twisted hand, gripping him tightly.

Seeing that things had gotten out of control, Duke Brad’s scarlet eyes were filled with endless rage. He straightened his blood-soaked lapel and shouted angrily:

"You filthy creature, you could have chosen to die in ecstasy, honored to be the nourishment for the great Ascension..."

"But now, you’ve chosen the most painful death!"

"Ptooey, that’s disgusting."

Swashbuckler struggled in midair, spitting a mouthful of blood at Duke Brad.

"Ecstasy, Bull Demon special offer!"

"Couldn’t you use a seduction tactic? I would’ve tolerated it. At least turn into a beautiful woman, that I could barely accept. Or turn into a cute boy, I would struggle for a bit before giving in.

You’re an old vampire freak who hasn’t bathed in centuries, your skin is all wrinkled like tree bark, almost rotting and stinking, in our world that’s called Giant’s View, you could dig a hole and use it to breed maggots. If you touch me, I’ll get goosebumps all over, you know…"

Seeing no chance of escape, the already triggered Swashbuckler completely dropped his facade, hurling verbal abuse intensely, saliva flying everywhere.

Duke Brad grew even more furious, the blood mist hand gripping even tighter, causing Swashbuckler’s body to emit creaking sounds as if his bones were about to be crushed.

"Damn you, mortal!"

"How could you possibly understand—"

"My body is perfect, it is immortal!"

Swashbuckler, already squeezed into a ball and distorted beyond recognition, still managed to say: "Immortal, my ass… Wait for Ashen Nest… They’ll turn you into barbecue…"

"But your… old meat… is worse than… sick pig… wouldn’t pass… food safety inspection…"

Duke Brad, though not understanding exactly what Swashbuckler was saying, knew it wasn’t anything good. He laughed angrily.

"Mortal, you’ve angered me."

"I’ve changed my mind, I won’t kill you. I’ll keep you as my sacrifice, to helplessly witness my great ascension."

However, Swashbuckler paid no mind, already in a ranting state. At that moment, his mind was filled with the vilest insults, with no room for anything else.

"Witness… Bull Demon… special offer…"

"I’ll slap you… see if you still… act crazy…"

"Your… mom… is… dead…"

"What a filthy, foul mouth."

Duke Brad waved his hand, and a bat flew from the darkness, clinging to Swashbuckler’s face, its dirty wings gagging him.

Duke Brad’s determination was terrifying, his hatred reaching an extreme that twisted into a bizarre "affection".

"Witness it, tremble!"

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"You all shall become my sustenance, and I shall achieve immortality!"

He slowly walked forward, carving intricate runes into Swashbuckler’s back with a delicate dagger, blood constantly dripping from the marks.

"Mmm… mmm…"

Swashbuckler tried to speak, but the bat clung tightly to his face, completely blocking his mouth.

"It’s done."

"The last sacrifice."

Brad Rackman gently raised his hand, causing Swashbuckler to float midair, slamming his back against a pillar symbolizing "Jealousy".

The blood-soaked iron chains wrapped around his body like a python, layer after layer, leaving no chance for escape or struggle.

The blood of the vampire derivatives flowed steadily.

Gradually filling the eerie patterns on the stone platform, creating a massive blood array.

Swashbuckler, unable to move, bound to the pillar, thought to himself: "This is probably it, this old freak is too strong, but at least I kept my dignity."

"Thank goodness no other players saw this."

"Or I’d be the laughingstock of the forums."

Swashbuckler secretly rejoiced.

But what he didn’t know was that players had already been watching invisibly at the entrance for a long time, struggling to hold back their laughter, with Mantou’s face even turning red.

These elite players were professional enough to remain silent, fearing they would be discovered by the boss.

However, the player forum was still active.

The forum was instantly flooded with new posts.

"Shocking! Swashbuckler got screwed!"

"Swashbuckler and the old priest’s 45-second video."

"Top secret footage! Swashbuckler and the Vampire Duke’s unspeakable secret!"

"Swashbuckler spews nonsense! Is it a twist of human nature or a collapse of morality!"

At that moment, clueless Swashbuckler, thinking he was lucky, was unaware that the true disaster was about to strike, making him the first player in game history to nearly get screwed.