Chapter 466: Blooded Templar

The night vanished when Thalion shifted into the last form that still needed to evolve. There he stood on the ice shell—an old man with red skin and hair as white as snow.

His new sword hovered beside him. Currently he wore the red robe he had obtained from the last stage of the treasure hunt.

Well, this was the last one, and then the fun could begin.

Right at the moment he wanted to activate the evolution, he was interrupted by a loud shout.

“Human, hands above your head and on your knees if you don’t want to die. You have intruded into Elven territory. From now on you shall be our prisoner until the organizers decide where to use you for work.”

Thalion’s head snapped around to see a small elven ship sailing in his direction. The ice shell beneath him was melting quickly just from the heat radiating from his form.

Just one moment, then I’ll be there for you,Thalion thought as he triggered the evolution.

The ship slowed down to a crawl until it stopped completely while Thalion looked at the evolution options before him.

Sanguine Sovereign (Divine)

A ruler of life’s crimson current. The Sanguine Sovereign commands blood as weapon, shield, and fuel. Every wound empowers them, every battlefield feeds them. Through will alone, they harden blood into blades, siphon vitality, and fortify their own flesh beyond mortal limits. They are also masters of close combat and can use blood to become faster and stronger. Each level grants 20 points to Strength, 10 to Agility, 10 to Endurance, 20 to Intelligence and Wisdom, 30 points to Vitality.

Crimson Verdant Sovereign (Divine)

A master of blood and root, the Crimson Verdant Sovereign feeds the battlefield to their growing dominion. Spilled blood seeps into summoned flora, empowering thorned vines, ironwood constructs, and parasitic growths. The more life that is lost, the stronger the overgrowth becomes. Enemies are bound by blood-fed roots, drained through barbed tendrils, and crushed beneath rapidly thickening bark. Where blood falls, forests rise. Each level grants 20 points to Strength, 10 to Agility, 10 to Endurance, 20 to Intelligence and Wisdom, 30 points to Vitality.

Blooded Templar (Divine)

Blood. Belief. The Eternal Dream. The Blooded Templar does not await destiny—he seizes it and carves it into the world with crimson hands. Through forbidden sanguine rites and unwavering conviction, he binds blood, flame, and will into a single relentless force. Sacrificial rituals empower his flesh beyond mortal limits. Blood obeys his command, hardening into armor, shaping into weapons, igniting into purifying fire. Wounds are not weakness but fuel. Pain refines him. Conflict perfects him. There is no battlefield he cannot adapt to, no enemy beyond judgment. His will does not falter, his body does not yield. Within him festers an ancient curse—a spreading benediction that aligns all living things toward the Eternal Dream. Those who resist are consumed. Those who fall become offerings. Through blood and the cleansing flame he will scour corruption from existence itself. Salvation will be inevitable. Each level grants 20 points to Strength, 10 to Agility, 10 to Endurance, 20 to Intelligence and Wisdom, 30 points to Vitality, along with 30 points to Fate.

To Thalion, the first two classes seemed like a joke even though they were of divine rarity. What confused him was that he had already gained a few skills with the name Blooded Templar before.

The only thing that worried him was that there was no mention of him being a shapeshifter. What if the shapeshift skill disappeared? Then his other forms would basically be gone.

But since the other forms also didn’t mention the shapeshifting ability, it would be stupid to choose them just out of fear of losing that skill.

Time resumed as Thalion chose the Blooded Templar.

InAssassin’s Creedhe had never liked the Templars, but regarding his class his opinion was about to change drastically.

His skin smoothed as his body grew younger and younger, settling somewhere between twenty-five and the early thirties. His skin also changed from red to gold.

His hair turned obsidian, streaked with faint crimson lines, the ten-centimeter-long strands strictly slicked back, giving him a bit the look of a mafioso—if it weren’t for his red eyes that glowed like embers in their sockets.

His muscles expanded until they reached the perfect balance between maximum force, agility, and endurance.

It was clear that this body had been built for a single purpose. War.

At first glance, Thalion had to admit that he looked great.

And best of all, his shapeshifting skills weren’t gone.

They were also the only ones that hadn’t improved in rarity.

Status:

Name: Thalion Walker

Age: 32

Height: 1.93 meters

Level: 80

Race: Divine Human (E)

Class: Blooded Templar (Divine)

Health Points: 20,000/20,000

Mana Points: 5,800/5,800

Stamina: 3,100/3,100

Experience points: 0/670,000

Stats:

Strength: 895

Agility: 410

Endurance: 310

Intelligence: 580

Wisdom: 520

Dexterity: 221

Perception: 148

Toughness: 100

Vitality: 2,000

Fate: 210

Skills:

Telekinetic Dash(Divine), Acquire Form(Exalted), Shapeshift(Exalted), Identify(Common), Echoes of Worlds(Common), Morphic Adaptation(Epic) , Arcane Synergy(Exalted), Essence Forge (Rare) Scarlet Maelstrom (Divine), Skill Fusion (Ancient), Concecrated Flames (Divine), Primordial Bloodseed (Divine), Consecrated Blood (Divine), Curse of the Blooded Templar (Divine), Heartbeat of the Blooded Templar (Divine), Sight of the Blooded Templar (Divine), Spectar of the Eternal Dream (Divine), Dirge of the Crimson Wraith (Divine), Concecration of holy Mana (Divine), Gaze of the blooded Templar (Divine), Flamebound Essence (Divine), Claw of the Blooded Templar (Divine), Sacrament of the Blooded Templar (Divine), Phalanx of the Blooded Templar (Divine), Emberform — Breath of the Pyre (Bloodline)

Titles:

Guardian's Remnant

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Hunter of All

Forms:

Heavenrend Wyvern of the Rime Tempest (Divine) Level 80

Myrelith, the Serpent Crowned by Tides (Divine) Level 80

Eclipsari, Consecrated Scion of the Void (Divine) Level 80

Bloodline:

Ember of Ruin

Consecrated Flames (Divine)

The Blooded Templar’s flames are filled with his conviction and will burn everything in his path. He has total control over the flames and can shape them into any form needed. The stronger his conviction and determination, the hotter the Consecrated Flames burn. Every skill using fire affinity will drastically increase in power. Every moment spent around Consecrated Flames will increase the Blooded Templar’s affinity toward fire.

Primordial Bloodseed (Divine)

The eternal companion in belief and flesh of the Blooded Templar. Together nothing shall stop or even slow you down. This skill allows you to tap into all abilities of the Primordial Bloodseed and use parts of its body in combat. The vines of the Primordial Bloodseed grow around your bones, giving you an additional layer of protection while increasing durability, strength, agility, and vitality.

Consecrated Blood (Divine)

The user’s blood flows strengthened and refined, permanently infused with heightened vitality. Muscles draw deeper strength from enriched circulation, reflexes sharpen as accelerated blood flow enhances neural response, and endurance expands as vitality is continuously replenished. The body becomes denser, faster, and harder to exhaust. The empowered blood stabilizes the user under stress, converting strain into momentum and sustaining physical performance far beyond natural limits. Wounds close faster, fatigue builds slower, and recovery is noticeably enhanced. This is a constant state of elevated existence. The stronger the blood, the stronger the body.

Curse of the Blooded Templar (Divine)

The curse is not a simple blight. It is a covenant of blood turned inside out—a vow of protection twisted into a chain of domination, a crusader’s purity transmuted into ravenous hunger. Those who inherit or awaken the curse find their veins burning with an endless crimson fire, their bodies strengthened, yet their will tethered to an ever-thirsting rage. They bleed not only for themselves, but for the curse itself, which demands sacrifice to grow stronger. When the curse fully awakens, the victim’s blood ceases to be their own. It becomes a weapon, a river of iron will and searing zeal that lashes out at allies and enemies alike. Shields melt into shackles. Even the blessed shall join the crusade, and the bearer becomes both knight and abomination. The true terror of the curse lies not in its might, but in its loyalty. It binds itself not to the soul of the knight, but to the vow within them. The Curse of the Blooded Templar seeks new blood to corrupt—another oath-bound whose faith is strong enough to be twisted into chains. To carry the curse is to carry the memory of an unending crusade, a reminder that even the holiest vows, once drenched in blood, can become damnation incarnate.

Heartbeat of the Blooded Templar (Divine)

The heart of the Blooded Templar does not beat as a mortal heart should. Each pulse reverberates with conviction, circulating sanctified blood through every vein and fiber. With every heartbeat, strength is reinforced, speed sharpened, and vitality deepened. The body grows denser under strain, adapting instantly to pressure and refusing collapse. Pain fuels the rhythm. Injury intensifies the pulse. The closer the Templar walks to death, the stronger the crimson current becomes. Blood loss slows, wounds resist corruption, and fatigue is driven back by relentless internal fervor. This is not mere endurance. It is a heart bound to belief—and belief does not falter. As long as it beats, the Templar stands.

Sight of the Blooded Templar (Divine)

The Blooded Templar does not see as heretics do. Through conviction, his vision pierces flesh, fear, and falsehood alike. Blood reveals itself to him—its flow, its weakness, its corruption. The pulse of every living being becomes visible, each heartbeat a signal, each wound a map. Deception falters beneath this gaze. Illusions thin. Hidden intent manifests as subtle distortions within the crimson current of the world. The Templar perceives vitality as structure, weakness as fracture, and guilt as stain. In battle, movement slows within his awareness. The surge of blood before an attack, the tremor of hesitation before retreat—nothing escapes his sight.

Specter of the Eternal Dream (Divine)

Upon invocation, crimson mana infused with blood affinity erupts from the user’s chest, coalescing into a living specter of fluid shadow and sinew. The apparition moves like smoke given muscle—its surface rippling, stretching, and reforming as though barely contained by shape. The Specter mirrors the Templar’s will. It strikes with elongated limbs of hardened blood, restrains enemies with coiling tendrils, and tears at vitality through direct contact. Each impact siphons strength, feeding the Eternal Dream and reinforcing its master. Though bound to the Templar, the Specter acts with predatory instinct, hovering close before lashing outward in sudden, violent motion. It cannot stray far, but within its reach nothing remains untouched by crimson judgment.

Dirge of the Crimson Wraith (Divine)

The Specter of the Eternal Dream draws in breath that does not belong to the living. With a piercing, otherworldly shriek, it releases a layered scream of blood and will. The sound is not merely heard—it is felt within marrow and mind alike. The cry reverberates through flesh, striking both consciousness and circulation simultaneously. Those caught within its range suffer a violent rupture of internal equilibrium. The scream claws at thought, fracturing focus and inducing disorientation, dread, and mental collapse. At the same time it agitates the blood within their veins, forcing it into chaotic acceleration. Capillaries burst. Wounds reopen. Blood is driven outward through pores, mouth, and existing injuries as if commanded to abandon its vessel. Armor offers little protection. The attack bypasses surface defenses, targeting the sanctity of the body itself.

Consecration of Holy Mana (Divine)

Mana within his proximity is continuously purified and infused with his blood-bound conviction, taking on a crimson radiance as it aligns with his will. Ambient energy becomes denser, more obedient, and inherently attuned to blood affinity. Within this consecrated field, the Templar may shape mana with exceptional precision, forming constructs, rituals, and manifestations without instability. All blood-aligned abilities cast in his presence are empowered, their potency elevated as if blessed by sacred rite. Mana recovery is significantly accelerated. At the same time, his blood is constantly reinforced, enriched by the holy current flowing through him, further strengthening his physical and ritual capabilities.

Gaze of the Blooded Templar (Divine)

When the Gaze is invoked, his vision settles upon a target and the blood within their body. The victim soon feels increasing pain as their blood is driven out of the body. Their soul also begins to fracture the longer the gaze lingers. The more power laid into this skill, the stronger the effect becomes. Should the eyes of the Blooded Templar and the target meet, the Templar may activate the skill a second time, launching a powerful mental pulse that is likely to fracture the target’s soul instantly.

Scarlet Maelstrom (Divine)

Upon activation, his body collapses into a violently rotating river of living sanguine essence. No longer a mere current, the Maelstrom twists and coils in midair, accelerating with explosive force in any direction. The vortex moves freely through space, changing trajectory instantly—climbing, diving, or circling its prey like a hunting storm. Physical matter offers little resistance; lesser attacks are shredded or swallowed by the raging crimson current.

Thalion read through the skills in rapid succession as the elven ship drew closer and closer.

He quickly came to the conclusion that he liked passive skills. They simply made him stronger, and some even allowed him to manipulate the mana or fire around him however he wanted.

The fire skill in particular was a funny one. Flames became hotter and stronger. When you were close to flames—which Thalion always was with his burning blood—your affinity toward fire increased. Oh, and everything using flames would be buffed as well.

Could this skill even get any better?

What happened to his fireball skill was similar to a Caterpie evolving into Arceus.

And this was by far not the only skill Thalion found a bit too good to be true.

Well, not that he was complaining—but the approaching elves probably would.