Chapter 135: Assion Ceremony (Part Two)

  Acc to the pact with the "Tongue of the Night," the vampire assion ritual had extremely intricate requirements.

  In addition to sacrifig 1,674 vampire progeo the great evil being, seven carefully nurtured progenies were needed, each serving the sinful sn and symbolizing one of the seven deadly sins: pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust.

  As the master, the vampire must genuinely "love" these progenies.

  Wheual began, the power and blood within these progenies would flow into the vampire, to be absorbed entirely.

  For instance, Alexia represented pride.

  Duke Brad had sent his you son, Todd La, to the town of Sige, hoping he could bee the symbol of envy in that remote pd eventually serve as perfect fodder for the assion ritual.

  However, before he could enjoy su honor, Todd had been reduced to a pile of minced meat in Langpu's repeated experiments.

  "Damn red dragon…"

  At this thought, Duke Brad gritted his teeth even harder.

  "I must find another special progeny to repce Todd’s position, preferably a spellcaster."

  During the assion, a vampire could not only drain blood but also absorb all abilities from the progenies, including spellcasting abilities. This was why Duke Brad had painstakingly cultivated Todd into a mage.

  "A spellcaster…"

  Duke Brad pondered for a moment before recalling a retly captured, i vampire progeny—a trickster with a strong affinity for dark powers.

  "This one is just perfect."

  A smile crept onto his lips as he thought of it—an intriguing prey, now reduced to beiirely under his trol.

  Duke Brad relished the sensation of being in plete trol, enjoying the resistance of his prey, especially their expressions of despair.

  For a vampire who had long lost the sense of taste, such emotions were as sweet and rich as fine wine.

  Duke Brad licked his lips involuntarily.

  "A proud and defiant human, watg themselves helplessly bee a sacrificial —uo resist. What a delightful sight this shall be."

  "I am truly looking forward to it…"

  A fsh of expectation glinted in Duke Brad’s scarlet eyes, adding to his sinister appearanbsp;

  ……

  "For the great assion…"

  Langli Baitiao stood in the iron cage, imitating the mindless blood thralls, muttering softly, "For the great assion…"

  The "Mark of Rebellion" was hidden under his tongue, evading the guards' thh searbsp;

  Watg the blood mist gradually permeate the air and the sacrificial formations glowing faintly within the cages, Langli Baitiao internally despaired, thinking, "Damn, am I really about to be sacrificed?"

  Suddenly, a powerful pressure surged through his bloodline.

  The blood thralls k dower another, lig the ground like devout zealots.

  Langli Baitiao followed suit, kneeling as well.

  To grow stronger, he could endure even the humiliation of submission.

  What was kneeling pared to that?

  E!

  However, his eyes slyly observed the ued guest.

  The newer had pale skin, scarlet eyes, and wore a luxurious bck robe with golden edges—Duke Brad La.

  Langli Baitiao’s heart leaped with excitement as he thought, "Finally, this old bastard has arrived!"

  But when Duke Brad’s gaze swept over him, he quickly lowered his head and dared not make a sound.

  "Excellent, the power is still plentiful."

  Duke Brad smiled in satisfa.

  Raising his hand slightly, a swarm of bats emerged from the darkness, f a giant hand that enveloped Langli Baitiao and lifted him out of the cage.

  His cloak fluttered open as his entire body levitated.

  Soon, they arrived at the ritual stoform.

  As the bats dispersed, Langli Baitiao’s vision cleared, and he immediately saw the progenies bound to the stone pilrs, his eyes widening in shobsp;

  Ordinary people would feel immense fear in su enviro, but Langli Baitiao’s thought process was clearly unventional, and his focus rather peculiar.

  As a seasoned pervert, his gaze instantly locked onto the naked, pale figure of Alexia La, the duke’s eldest daughter.

  "Holy crap, they’re really going this far?"

  "And without any holy light?!"

  "No, Langli Baitiao, you ot let beauty cloud your judgment."

  "You are destio bee the King of Games!"

  Resolving himself, he tore his gaze away and tinued feigning submission. Fortunately, Duke Brad was still engrossed in admiring his masterpiece, oblivious to the charade.

  Amid this, Langli Baitiao caught sight of another progeny tied to a pilr—Yeno La, representing sloth among the seven deadly sins.

  "So blindingly hideous."

  Langli Baitiao sighed inwardly.

  At this moment, Duke Brad turned his gaze to Langli Baitiao, his scarlet eyes glinting ominously.

  "What is your name?"

  "Langli Baitiao."

  Langli Baitiao answered truthfully.

  Afraid his disguise would be uncovered and that the vampire duke might kill him on the spot, he dared not lie.

  Fortunately, Duke Brad detected nothing unusual, merely smirking and saying softly:

  "A strange name… but it doesn’t matter. From now on, your name is Todd La. You are my you son, exiled to the outskirts, ed by jealousy toward your siblings. Uand?"

  "Now, once again, who are you?"

  "I am Todd La, ylected you son."

  "Good. Say it again."

  While Langli Baitiao obediently plied, he mentally cursed the vampire duke’s aors feions. He had heard of people aowledging fathers, but never of someone forcibly assigning themselves a son!

  "Who wants to be your damn kid, you old mp-post!"

  Langli Baitiao roared inwardly, but outwardly he responded obediently, "I am Todd La, ylected you son, jealous of my siblings."

  "Very good."

  Duke Brad nodded slightly.

  He observed Langli Baitiao like a puppet, rubbing his and frowning in thought.

  "Simply having this progeny repce Todd’s identity might not inspire ‘love’ in me."

  Duke Brad was a thh monster, capable of creating twisted and perverse "love" to achieve his goals.

  Though he could guide and manipute emotions, even he couldn’t fabricate them at will.

  "The physical aional are deeply iwined."

  "To mortals, intense physical desire seems to naturally lead to love. In that case…"

  Duke Brad’s scarlet eyes took on a strange, inexplicable desire as he gazed at Langli Baitiao.

  Langli Baitiao immediately felt a wave of dread, a foreboding sense of doom overwhelming him.

  Though his expression remained calm, arms bred in his mind.

  "Wait, what the hell is this old pervert pnning?!"

  FAL