Chapter 49: Adult Dog, New Inheritance

For the half-month that followed, Louis and Mary worked together to refine potions.

However, a genius is a genius; with the support of ample materials, after failing over a dozen times, she actually managed to produce a derivative potion.

It could achieve effects even better than adrenaline in a short time at the cost of a severely damaged but non-fatal vitality, making it a harmless, enhanced version of an adrenaline potion.

Unfortunately, the success rate was a bit low, and Mary referred to it as an inferior product she had accidentally created through luck while lacking logical consistency.

Soon, this batch of potions was shipped back to Miami. At the same time, a new batch of fierce dog puppies arrived at the warehouse, waiting for Louis's training.

But this time, with the help of Khorne, the lead dog, training was much simpler. However, the number of dogs the lead dog could control was limited, with an optimal number of twenty and a maximum of no more than thirty; beyond this range, it became difficult to command them as easily as one's own arm.

Therefore, Louis prepared to train another lead dog to place beside his uncle Max, allowing it to provide indirect command.

The following two months were calm and peaceful.

David didn't stir up any new trouble, Yulunka didn't engage in bullying, and Emma didn't harm anyone out of jealousy; at most, there were only minor frictions.

Ever since Mary arrived, under Louis's suppression, Mary had not learned of Emma and Yulunka's abnormalities.

However, having come from the manor with Emma, she hadn't forgotten that when she was being beaten by Nuel back then, Emma had just hidden on the side, and only Louis had come out to shield her.

Although she was friends with Emma now, she always maintained a certain distance, and she was only a casual friend to Yulunka; only with Louis was she a true friend without the slightest defense.

Louis had no intention of correcting this; it was better for the innocent and cute Mary to stay away from them, as they were not the same kind of people.

After finishing his routine practice of Hidden Arts, Louis carried some beef to the warehouse.

It must be said that raising these dogs was truly no easy task; the food that needed to be fed every day alone was a large amount. Unlike domestic mutts that ate leftovers, these dogs ate nothing but meat.

Especially the lead dog; besides meat, it had to drink some human blood from time to time.

These dogs also required daily training and hunting in the back mountains to maintain their wild nature. It was only because America was a place with vast land and sparse population, where animals were rampant, that there was even a place to raise them.

Therefore, this was truly not something an average person could afford to raise!

Louis tossed the beef to Khorne. The food for the other dogs was already being fed by others, while Khorne, as the lead dog, mostly only ate the food Louis fed it.

However, Khorne was a bit strange today; it didn't eat the beef tossed to it, but instead lay on the ground, its pair of blood-red wings spreading wide from its back.

Louis was startled. "Adult dog?"

The maturation time for fierce dogs and ordinary dogs was different, and the lead dog of the wolf-pack dogs was the same in this regard, yet even more special; when reaching adulthood, there would be a relatively unique change.

Now it seemed the time had come.

Soon.

Khorne opened its blood-red eyes, and with a few gulps of its blood-basin mouth, it finished the beef. Its figure flashed to the side of a large water pool, which was filled with human blood bought with money, and it began to drink ravenously. (Trivia: America is the world's largest exporter of blood; selling blood is something almost every person from the lower classes has experienced. This kind of thing had already begun in the eighties and nineties and completely flourished after the millennium.)

Gulp, gulp—

The more it drank, the more obvious the changes on its body became.

The feathers on its wings began to fall off, replaced by layers of tough, thin membranes like blood jade. Its figure also began to swell slightly, its sharp teeth interlocked, its sharp claws protruded, and even the tail behind it appeared to be full of vigor as it swayed.

Its eyes were full of ferocity, and its whole body exuded a dangerous aura. Just one look made one feel afraid. All eighteen fierce dogs in the warehouse had their tails tucked and were cowering, and even the two gang members who were feeding them felt their hair stand on end, unable to resist reaching for the pistols at their waists.

Only Golden, who had been sleeping soundly in the corner, seemed to be startled awake; it ran to Louis's side in a flash, watching Khorne vigilantly but without the slightest fear.

Louis watched this scene, recalling some key points from the arts. The wolf-pack dogs were mixed with the Japanese Heavenly Dog Art, and it seemed it was mainly reflected in the lead dog.

At this moment, Khorne's transformation completely ended.

At this time, including its tail, it was nearly three meters long, with a shoulder height of over a meter. With its sharp claws and fangs, it was almost catching up to a tiger.

Now that the transformation was over, the atmosphere in the warehouse was a bit different; after all, the change was too great, and its fierce and evil appearance made people vigilant.

Louis, however, clapped his hands.

The next second.

Khorne pounced over, sticking out its tongue, its tail wagging rapidly, as if longing for its master's praise.

It also kicked Golden, who was watching it vigilantly, on the side.

"Alright, retract your wings, and pull in your claws and teeth too."

Khorne let out a howl, and its pair of wings retracted, sticking to its skin, actually combining perfectly with its fur as if invisible, and its claws and teeth also shrank slightly, looking less ferocious.

It was just that with such a large size, plus this blood-red body surface, it was clearly an unusual fierce dog at first glance; who knows how many people it would scare if let out.

Khorne had a powerful wild nature, especially since it ate raw meat and drank human blood; under normal circumstances, a backlash was almost inevitable. But naturally, there were corresponding precautions within the Dog Art. When it was first raised, the talismans, secret arts, and the fresh blood from cutting his wrists all had the effect of strengthening control.

Therefore, even if it had completely grown up, Louis wouldn't be backlashed.

But in the end, the best means to prevent backlash was always one's own strength. Louis was now very eager to make himself stronger.

Feeling the changes in the book within his soul.

Louis took a deep breath, soothed Khorne and Golden, and turned to leave.

After Louis left, Khorne immediately kicked Golden again, its head held high and chest out, its swaggering appearance seeming to say that it was the strongest. Golden whimpered and retreated into the corner, its eyes fixed tightly on Khorne.

You just wait for me!

……

Louis returned to his room and summoned the book.

The pages turned, and new techniques began to appear.

Louis nodded secretly; it was indeed so. At least one type of Dog Art had to be completed to be considered truly mastered. Now that all three techniques had succeeded, according to the original rules, the new inheritance had begun.

It was just unclear whether this time it would return to opening the Folk Methods Chapter or continue with the Strange Arts Chapter.

Compared to the Folk Methods Chapter, the practicality, power, and difficulty of the Strange Arts Chapter were clearly a grade higher. He hoped it would still be the Strange Arts Chapter.

In Louis's expectant eyes, the pages gradually stopped.

Six pages of techniques appeared before Louis's eyes.

"Three Folk Methods? Three Strange Arts?"

"Wonderful!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 50 =====