The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 251 - 147: The Container of Disaster, Pale Destroyer_2

"That’s not real pain... it’s false... it has no real meaning!!"

Mo suddenly clutched his head.

The crazed being surprisingly understood the essence of the Death Challenge in an instant.

"Skin torn... head bleeding... full of holes..."

"Anything is fine... but I don’t want a false pain... I want to taste real pain! Ohhhhhh!!"

Ye Hanjun slightly raised his eyebrow with a touch of surprise.

Doomsday Messenger... resisting the Death Challenge like this?

In its eyes, all the pain it felt through its avatar were all false, devoid of any actual meaning?

Could it be that what it needed was not "mental satisfaction," but "physical satisfaction," as simple and pure as that?

After thinking for a moment, Ye Hanjun bit his right index finger.

As blood flowed out, he bent down and started drawing in the void.

The Darkest Abyss appeared once again.

The darkness that seemingly devours all colors could not erase his blood.

Soon, each complex and cryptic text of the Demon Clan was outlined into a perplexingly complex Giant Blood Array.

It holds a brilliant red glow, hinting at a touch of ferocity, more so reflecting the decay that transcends time, and a mystique that mirrors the starry sky.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

Ye Hanjun took a step forward, and within the space provided by the Darkest Abyss as background, the blood started moving like pythons.

The formation sprang to life.

A Blood Altar emerged from the abyss, shaped like a four-pillared tripod, with dimensions exceeding ten meters in all directions.

It exudes blood, its dark lines continuously flickering, with enigmatic and ancient words appearing on the body of the tripod, imposingly threatening.

Active Ability— ’Demon Altar’!

Last time, I risked tearing the seal just to offer Maiden Blood to the Ancient Succubus Aegifura.

But the proud and narcissistic demon seed did not accept his affection.

In her eyes, Wang Xinfei’s blood was filthy, and she smacked it all onto his clothes.

Today...

Is the second offering!

The recipient of the offering is naturally not Aegifura, but the Doomsday Messenger I had tamed just yesterday.

Ye Hanjun already knows what Mo likes.

— Pain.

Experiencing pain is Mo’s sole pursuit!

Following the simplest reasoning, Ye Hanjun could have captured a strong enough monster, tied it up as part of the ritual, and carried out the offering.

But that’s too routine. Given spare capacity, he still wants to try and explore different possibilities.

"Shoosh—"

Ye Hanjun’s palm delved into the Dimensional Space Bag and took out a golden orb.

Upon speaking again, he no longer used human language, but pure Language of the Demons.

"Summon the Spirit of Heaven, ask for the Wish of Earth."

"I stand for the human race and those who serve demons. Today, with my blood, I build the demon’s altar and wish to offer a Sun Stone with a sincere heart."

Ye Hanjun bowed slightly, his right hand covering his chest, paying a nobleman’s respects to the void.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

A string of complicated text appeared on the Demon Altar. Ye Hanjun glanced at it in mild surprise.

He granted the Doomsday Messenger a true name, yet he knew nothing of its past.

During the offering, as long as you aim at the corresponding contracted demon, you naturally gain a directive prefix.

Ye Hanjun began chanting:

"Vessel of Disaster, Pale Destroyer, Fusion Demon Seed that wanders between life and death—I offer you the Sun Stone, may you live long, undying and always in pain!"

Boom!

A tremendous force swept over, Ye Hanjun steadied his feet, his black demonic eyes staring straight ahead.

On the wicked altar emanating red and black light, a dark energy container was making a sound akin to metal clashing, as though there was an indescribable creature about to appear before him any second now.

The White Crow Mark on his left shoulder became even more brightly lit.

The space above the altar suddenly distorted, and the projection of the Doomsday Messenger showed up.

Unlike the sealed Aegifura, Mo’s projection had no mirror image, no chains.

It was as if a translucent shadow was standing on the altar, awaiting the arrival of the tribute.

One could see that Mo was a bit stunned.

Though his physical form was right next to Ye Hanjun, the sensation of spatial dislocation made him uncomfortable, as if he suddenly had two sets of sensory organs and could see two different scenes.

But——

When the golden orb drifted onto the altar, appearing in the palm of the Doomsday Messenger at the same time.

Mo subconsciously used a little bit of force to crush it.

"Puff——"

Instantly, a terrifying solar brilliance burst forth, painting the world around him in gold.

Mo let out an ecstatic shriek of agony, his body trembling twice, exhilarated to befuddlement.

"The pain! It’s painful! It’s so painful!"

"Why is there such a wonderful experience? I must thank you! I must thank you!"

The intense solar brilliance persisted for a solid five minutes.

This particular ore known as the Sun Stone was bought by Ye Hanjun before he left the school as a trump card for reserves.

Once crushed, the surrounding area becomes encompassed by a brilliant glow.

Whether it is the undead or other dark species, even if they reach the perfection of Rainbow Light, they will still feel a certain degree of fear, not daring to advance recklessly.

Doomsday Messenger... even though its real dark attribute skill isn’t presently visible.

But its origin leans not only towards darkness, but even towards malice. Otherwise, GuaGua wouldn’t have this sense of unease.

Based on this, Ye Hanjun believes that the Light Element, for Mo, should also be a "dangerous item" with a critical hit effect.