Chapter 1130: Sacrifice

Boom!

In a small town not far from the Star Highlands.

Linda wore a serious expression as she created a burst of fireworks that exploded in the night sky.

These fireworks were brilliantly colored, forming a pair of giant wings that made the townspeople run out in excitement to watch.

"I..."

Louis, with a bruised and swollen face, raised his hand: "Can I speak?"

The little fatty beside him couldn't help but shrink his head; Big Sister Linda was as violent and terrifying as ever.

Previously, Apprentice Louis had merely suggested taking some unconventional measures, and then he was severely beaten up by the big sister.

Now, with these few apprentices coming over, it was clear they were here to seek Bloodline Purification.

Bright red blood flowed continuously from between his fingers.

He had been in a good mood lately, having finally outlived that old hag Turin.

Later, it was speculated that Charlemagne had fled back to his hometown, but the enforcement team had determined the other party was already dead based on a mental imprint.

"I don't want this opportunity..."

He had not stationed any guards or maids here: "Who is it?"

If the Curse Book hadn't mentioned some characteristics of this notebook, he wouldn't have been able to identify it.

"Who is it? Prying Eye!"

Aaron stared at the snake-like twisted characters on the paper, nodded slightly, and put away these few pages of manuscript, all of Louis's Blood Coins, and that arm of the hundred-armed monster: "Although your items are not entirely satisfactory to me, they are barely worth something, so... I announce, the transaction—is successful!"

As apprentices from the same batch back then, there was naturally some connection between them.

"Sorry!"

He looked at the last little fatty.

Aaron felt a toothache: "These curses and evil thoughts must be completely eliminated..."

The next moment, the statue and the giant snake both disappeared, and the study remained as it was before, with even the candles not extinguished.

Of course, a greater possibility was being tricked to death.

Then there was no trace, no news...

"The sir is right, we came in pursuit of a higher bloodline... and specially brought sufficiently precious items!"

"But I definitely won't go barging in..."

After exchanging for the Bloodthirsty Banshee bloodline, there were still the High Banshee bloodline, Top Banshee bloodline, Banshee King bloodline, Lesser Hermes bloodline, Orthodox Hermes bloodline, Refined Hermes bloodline...

"As expected... it is the legendary Book of Iphithis!"

"It can be seen... you all possess the bloodline of the Bloodthirsty Mad Bird."

Linda was the first to notice something wrong, and with a wave of her hand, a gust of wind blew in all directions.

"The owner of this book was definitely a high-level Warlock, and the Meditation Method created was also extremely powerful..."

"No... nothing!"

Aaron sighed, put away the Book of Iphithis, and placed it into a metal box.

Hiss!

Aaron continued: "No need to deny it, on the path of the bloodline, I have gone far beyond you..."

Click!

Furthermore, various resources were relatively open, and as long as one had merit, they could be exchanged.

Louis hurriedly shook his head.

And in the darkness, a blood-colored statue of a woman instantly appeared in Aaron's study.

"Ah!"

"If we view Chaos as another plane, or a massive radiation source... how then should we better absorb the power of Chaos?"

Just as the three were each harboring their own thoughts, a layer of hazy mist emerged, moving from afar to near, wrapping the three of them tightly.

Even a small character like the fatty might be able to find good goods in the market.

Thump, thump!

This Bloodthirsty Mad Bird, which looked like a toy, contained terrifying power within its body, like bombs.

He wore a serious expression and meticulously lit the four candles at the corners of the Altar.

Linda exclaimed in surprise and immediately put away her weapon: "I am Linda, I pay my respects to you, sir... I wonder how we should address you?"

Aaron's gaze beneath the Golden Mask swept over these three items one by one, a trace of disappointment flashing in his heart: "I said... I like information about curses, or high-level Meditation Methods..."

Aaron shouted, and a large number of feathers drifted down from the sky, seemingly about to form a pair of wings to protect him within.

Changing the tricks every hundred years to ensure the leeks could be harvested sustainably for thousands of years!!!

Linda said earnestly to the two apprentices: "This island is, after all, the hometown of our ancestors... Besides, the Hermes Wings organization was kind to our ancestors; if we can trade normally, that would be for the best."

This was the greatest use of the Hermes Bird bloodline: to communicate with a certain Root-level Existence in the dark, and then offer a sacrifice!

Roar!

Fortunately, the result was good in the end.

In order to gather the materials, Aaron even had to risk making a deal with those Warlock families.

In the silent dark night, a strong wind suddenly blew, extinguishing the candles.

"Four Symbols Ritual Method... one of the candles represents me, and the other three represent the three high-ranking existences respectively..."

The Book of Iphithis is a book of misfortune in legends, and its owner repeatedly encountered bad luck.

Aaron's face was as calm as water; he glanced at his own arm, only to see the inverted triangle mark already beginning to blur...

"Then..."

A strange scene occurred!

"Sir... these are what I acquired from the market; they are said to be pages from the notes of an ancient Warlock... the script used on them is completely different from the current one, but I believe that once deciphered, it will surely bring me sufficient returns!" the fat man replied hurriedly.

At this moment, he was concentrating fully on interpreting the brand-new text above:

"High-level Meditation Method... the key is still to pursue the essence and origin of meditation... the root of a Warlock lies in the bloodline, in the Chaos Power within the void!"

"Screw it, I don't care anymore, you lot fight to the death first!"

But Aaron couldn't be bothered to pay him any mind.

"The Bloodthirsty Banshee is a monster of Formal Warlock level; while purifying the bloodline within your bodies... it will bring about some physical transformation, which is a very normal phenomenon."

Linda spoke first, opening her pocket to place a pocket watch, a blue fruit with wavy patterns on its surface, and half an arm covered in scales and stumps on the ground: "This is the most precious thing my family could produce; the pocket watch is an alchemical item, the fruit is a 'Screaming Fruit', a rare magic potion that is effective even for Formal Warlocks in enhancing willpower... the final half-arm belongs to a powerful 'Hybrid Hundred-Armed Monster'..."

This was the Level 1 Sorcery he had been researching—Peng Feather Protection!

Thump, thump!

But Aaron simply had too many debts to worry about them.

"Work hard; when the next century arrives, I hope to still see you trading with me."

What war brought was the breaking down of originally rigid social strata.

"I hope that one day, I won't say 'this is truly delicious'."

After closing the box, Aaron rubbed his brow, preparing to go and examine the limbs of that Hundred-Armed Monster.

"The current Warlock Continent is truly surging with wind and clouds..."

No response.

"Is this how people of the Warlock Continent teach you manners?"

Linda had by now changed into a set of white Leather Armor, revealing a large amount of skin, looking very sexy: "Do you have any opinions about me?"

"An Offering, a part of the body?"

Messy and chaotic, a small pile of Blood Coins, a few books of Witchcraft notes, some sundries, even including pink underwear...

"An illusion? It's already able to affect reality..."

Louis, beside them, was even more pathetic, having fainted directly.

The war between the Black-robed Warlock and the Red-robed Warlock had lasted for a hundred years and still hadn't ended, so this time, the Apprentices were accepted regardless of talent, as long as they had aptitude.

Once they suddenly released their power, they would definitely be finished!

"Yes, yes!"

Aaron mobilized the bloodline of Hermes, chanting in a language that sounded like birdsong:

"The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to tame my heart!"

Louis stared with panda eyes, looking into the mist.

"This mist is not right!"

In short, many small figures died in the war, but chaos is a ladder, and it also allowed a few people from the bottom to gain the opportunity to climb upward.

Only Linda was barely maintaining a standing posture, but her state was also very wrong; her hair had turned entirely crimson, and blood was constantly seeping out...

This was deterrence!

On his skin, bright red feather patterns emerged one by one, and it was as if the shadow of a great bird flying past was cast in the void...

But the next moment, Louis let out a miserable shriek, covering his eyes.

The three Apprentices... didn't dare to move at all.

He revealed a faint smile, and three drops of blood suddenly appeared on his hand, falling respectively onto the foreheads of the three Warlock Apprentices.

Half a month later.

Aaron answered with a smile.

The little fat man nodded like a chick pecking at rice, while inwardly slandering: "If it weren't for your speculation that Charlemagne fell on Aderson Island, would you be this polite?"

Aaron looked at the letters constantly swimming on the black page under the scorching flames, a hint of a smile appearing on his face.

Louis was even trembling with fear, terrified that his previous malice would be discovered by this mysterious 'Sir'.

Linda hurriedly took the lead and bowed.

"Thank you for your generosity, Sir!"

But the next moment, footsteps came from outside.

Aaron forcibly suppressed the urge to crush this little fat man, rummaged through a pile of sundries, and picked out a few black manuscripts: "What are these?"

Thinking of this, Aaron no longer hesitated and began the sacrifice.

But for a Formal Warlock, using various means to live for three or four hundred years was absolutely no problem at all!

The fat man knew that this was the first Sorcery Louis had chosen after becoming an intermediate Apprentice; not to mention its power, it was definitely the one he used most proficiently!

She had a strong premonition that the Sir before her was the very person who had sent their ancestors to study in the Warlock Continent back then!

Although a hundred years had passed, and Warlock Apprentices would die of old age.

In the mist, a rustling sound arose, turning into the sound of footsteps.

"In that ruin, there might be some huge secret..."

An Altar had already been remodeled and completed.

But at this moment, Linda found that her voice had become sweet, like a Hundred Spirits bird.

After all, this was a place that could cause a Formal Warlock to die.

"Then... where does Chaos come from?"

The surroundings suddenly plunged into darkness.

The thick fog transformed into three Nita small bloodthirsty birds, which affectionately perched on the shoulders of the three Apprentices.

Despite the howling wind, this layer of thick fog remained motionless.

The little fat man immediately let out a miserable shriek and collapsed to the ground.

Linda toyed with her crimson hair: "This is..."

Her voice originally carried a hint of raspiness, which was her greatest regret.

And then, once the Airship left, he might even be able to go to the Misri Family to extort them and obtain some of Turin's notes.

Even on the little fat man's forehead, cold sweat continued to stream down.

Even if the other party held a grudge or wanted to report them, that would be a matter for the next hundred years...

"You can just call me 'Sir'."

A man wearing a Golden Harpy Mask and draped in a black robe arrived before the three Apprentices.

Aaron remarked dryly: "Besides that... the catalyst for the war... was actually the discovery of a Uroboros Warlock ruin..."

An illusory eyeball formed, sprouted wings, and flew into the interior of the fog.

An existence that an average Formal Warlock would absolutely avoid at all costs.

Linda immediately bowed deeply, letting Aaron see a expanse of snow-white undulating mountains: "A High-level Meditation Method is something even Formal Warlocks find hard to access... as for Curse, it is also an extremely advanced discipline..."

Patter!

Each step seemed to tread directly upon their hearts, making it difficult for these three Apprentices even to breathe.

Thinking of the intelligence gathered during this period, Aaron could not help but sigh with emotion.

After a moment, when the little fat man climbed up, he had shockingly lost a large circle of weight!

Inside the metal box, the original Curse Book seemed to come alive; the scorpion lock on it sprouted red light from its eyes, seemingly very dissatisfied with having an extra tenant, but upon seeing Aaron, it could only swallow its anger.

This filled these Apprentices with a sense of awe toward their homeland.

If that were the case, he would be dead!

Lu Yi hurriedly stepped forward and shook out a small pile of Crystal: "Sir... these are the 'Blood Coin' commonly used on the Warlock Continent... there are three thousand in total!"

Aaron's expression tightened.

Aaron shook his head and looked at the little fat man and Lu Yi.

He had long since prepared everything for these people.

"Speak!"

"The Bird of Hermes is my name!"

"It is a Formal Warlock!"

On the floor, a snake path clearly emerged.

"Damn it!"

On these few remaining pages, although a complete High-level Meditation Method was not recorded, the ideas proposed made Aaron feel they were very novel.

On the Altar, the Candle representing the Bird of Hermes burned crazily, the flames tinged with blood color, faintly forming a gateway, waiting for an Offering.

Inside the villa.

Inside the villa hall.

The other party was a ruthless person who had voluntarily requested to undergo the Demon Hunter trial in childhood; combined with the Witchcraft learned, she was particularly skilled in close-quarters combat and was an out-and-out violent woman.

Therefore, it was also regarded as a type of special Curse.

Aaron chuckled: "Rejoice... you do not need to burn your life force like other Apprentices to stimulate bloodline transition; now, the only thing limiting your breakthrough is the strength of your will! The difficulty for you to advance to Formal Warlock is half that of other Apprentices; this is the gift I bestow upon you!"

He swiped his hand casually.

But these people only knew that Charlemagne had defected after becoming a Formal Warlock back then.

Such blood-red crystal coins might be well-liked by Warlocks, but on the Aderson Continent, he couldn't spend them at all.

Aaron smiled slightly and turned to disappear into the fog.

The fat man's face was pale, his expression as if he were about to cry, and he took out everything on his person.

Aaron, wearing a confident smile, stepped forward and took a deep breath.

He... tui!

(End of this chapter)