Beast Evolution System: Devourer of Heaven-Chapter 301: Ambitions Of the Red Prince

They saw the Golden monk descending from the sky. Everybody was confused by his question.

They followed his eyes and looked at an empty space. Suddenly they heard somebody clapping their hands.

As expected of the Golden monk, I can’t fool you. Vermilion suddenly appeared out of thin air.

He was sitting on a rock watching all of them. There was not even a speck of dust on his clothes.

They all looked up at the Vermilion trapped by Aira. He turned into a pool of blood and disappeared.

" This isn’t possible, his vessel shouldn’t have this type of ability." Aira whispered with a frowned.

" I believe it’s a borrowed ability from his new master." The monk replied. Vermilion frowned.

His face grew cold and his eyes blazed with rage. " I have no master." Then he relaxed realising the monk was getting to him.

" I would suggest you all retreat, I cannot protect you." The monk told them as he walked slowly towards Vermilion.

That angered Cat, " Do you think I need your protection you bold old man." The monk turned and looked at her.

His eyes shone with golden light for a split moment then he laughed. " Perhaps you do not."

" Are you done?" Vermilion interrupted, everybody took a fighting stance and faced him.

The monk took out golden prayer beads. There were six in total bound by a rope, too large for a wrist and too small for the neck.

The beads were to be held by hands. Each of the six beads had writing in ancient sanskrit.

This surprised everybody as they thought his vessel was the bowl. However Vermilion knew the truth.

How could he not when the monk was the only other person with a mythical grade vessel in this world.

He pulled out his fan and faced the monk vigilantly. Even with his new found strength he didn’t dare underestimate the monk.

Cat stood next to the monk and took large gulps of her alcohol. Her steps became unsteady and her eyes grew hazy.

She was dead drunk, the smell of alcohol reeked off her body. However that made Vermilion even more vigilant.

Even her friends looked at her with confusion. They had never seen this wine before.

They wondered what it ability was. Cat felt it was not enough and took another gulp, the more she drank the more drunk she got.

There was not a change in her aura but Vermilion felt as if a beast was awakening inside her.

His aura blasted out and shook the entire island. The ground melted and the sky turned red.

Even the sea around the island evaporated for thousands of kilometres. Everybody realised why the monk said they needed to retreat.

The version of him they fought was much weaker than this. He was after all a mythical vessel holder.

While a divine ember was nothing in comparison to a divine flame, it was still beyond anything they had ever faced.

However the reason he was this powerful was because of his deal with the herald of blood.

Vermilion had always been obsessed with the power of bloodlines. He saw how beasts were incredibly strong simply because they were born with certain bloodlines.

While they had to have a really dense will just to tame vessels. He grew mad with jealousy.

His jealousy turned into an obsession, long ago he started hunting beasts for their bloodlines.

Then he went for humans, after all, his experiments will need test subjects. After years of trail and era, he still failed.

Tens of thousands of lives lost in the process all for nothing. It was then that he received a message from beyond.

The herald of blood sought him out, he wanted him to start the Crimson Order, well that was the name he came up with.

The herald just wanted him to sacrifice a lot of lives of spiritual lifeforms to summon him and his servants to this world.

In exchange he would give him the method to infuse bloodlines into humans. Vermilion readily agreed.

With that knowledge he could give humans the power to survive what is to come then he would rule them all. Of course the herald was not satisfied.

He then demanded he sacrifice two people, the two people Vermilion was not eager to meet.

One because he feared greatly, the other because he was an undying pest. Fortunately for him those two suffered grievous wounds against the herald of nightmares which weakened them.

Unfortunately to get to them he would have to go through a lot of people. For that the herald granted him power temporarily.

Which is how he was able to create a blood clone with half his strength. He absorbed the blood clone back into himself.

In doing so his power grew by another notch. He faced them with a smile then he suddenly found himself embedded in a mountain.

Where he once stood was Cat with unsteady steps and an outstretched fist. Gulp gulp gulp.

" You..burp..talk too much." She looked at him with hazy eyes. Vermilion frowned, he had not expected such strength from her.

He jumped out of the mountain and it crumbled behind him. His feet turned the ground into lava the moment he landed.

Wings of fire sprouted behind him, with a gentle flap he appeared right Infront of Cat, he waved his fan to her face.

Flames were condensed on the fan, if it hit Cat she might die. Her friends panicked and rushed to help.

" Drunken Style First Form: Dance of the fool." She whispered in her drunken voice. Her body twisted dodging the fan.

She stumbled unsteadily making her actions unpredictable and incredibly fast. Then she punched Vermilion on the stomach.

He stood still and did not dodge which confused everybody. The punch landed, he folded like a piece of paper and threw up blood.

She hit him with an upper cut to his face, blood flew out of his nose and he flew to the sky like a streak of light.

Vermilion was as confused as the others, it was not like he let her hit him, his reaction was just slower.

He remembered this feeling but he hadn’t felt it in over a hundred years. The feeling of being drunk.

He felt his reaction and thought process getting slower and unorganized. He stood in the air and looked down at her with apprehension.

" Drunken Style Second Form: Whiff Of Ecstasy." This move effected the senses of those who smelled the scent of her alcohol and she used it alongside dance of the fool to increase it effectiveness.