The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 253 - 147: The Container of Disaster, Pale Destroyer_4

"Hiss!"

An irresistibly itchy sensation occurred suddenly in his forehead, and an elliptical, crystal-like foreign substance slowly emerged.

When he hastily opened his eyes, he realized it was an eye – a detached eye that resembled a cold red gem was staring unblinkingly ahead, devoid of any signs of life or spirit.

"Is this... the effect of the Enchantment ’Doomsday Messenger’?"

Ye Hanjun examined himself in surprise.

The ’Demon Servant’ had another crucial active ability, known as "Enchantment".

It allowed him to borrow some of the Bloodline Power from the demons he had formed a contract with.

Although the target demon’s powers were weakened during the borrowing phase.

Yet, the enhancement of the human body implied a significant increase in their ability to protect themselves. The overall benefits greatly outweighed the shortcomings.

If Ye Hanjun hadn’t been bound by a Blood Pact with the Demoness Aegifura during the initial survival trial, he wouldn’t have had the power to overpower his enemies across different ranks.

Now, enchantment at the same rank was the most standard, rational, and stable mode of control. He hardly needed to worry about any backlash.

"Rustle, rustle"

With just a thought, the white bandages obediently flew out.

Whether it was one, two... ten or twenty, he controlled these details at will.

Huazhu released the Rock Crocodile. The injured beast wanted to flee immediately.

However, it had been chosen as dinner for the day. Ye Hanjun had been craving the tender and fragrant roasted rock crocodile leg for a long time.

"Squawk!"

The Rock Crocodile emitted a strange noise similar to a duck, attempting to intimidate the half-human, half-demon creature.

Ye Hanjun ignored it, charged over, wrapped bandages around the Rock Crocodile, and repeatedly hit its head with his cane.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Unexpectedly, this cane was light to hold yet heavy in impact. It came handy as a weapon.

Its power, however, was a bit limited.

As a perfect clay embodiment of the Fond Spirit, the Savage, the Rock Crocodile’s strongest skill was defence.

Only being able to borrow a part of the Bloodline Power, Ye Hanjun clearly did not match the actual combat power of the Doomsday Messenger of the same rank, and with his body itching with the use of this power, he had a strange desire to drop his cane, stick his arm into the crocodile’s mouth, and let it tear away.

"Calm down! Calm down!"

Ye Hanjun punched himself, forcing himself to stabilize his mentality.

Everything about enchantment was good, except that it had an easy influence on one’s mindset.

During the days with the Ancient Succubus, Ye Hanjun was on the verge of losing his sanity.

He was more brutal, impatient, and thirsty for killing while growing stronger and watching his sensibility being devoured.

The Doomsday Messenger was somewhat lighter in effect.

What Ye Hanjun had to do was just adjust.

He believed that with some serious practice and adaptation to fighting in an enchanted state, managing this power wouldn’t make him succumb to the negative effects.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! "

After about one hundred and eighty hits, the injured Rock Crocodile finally died when Ye Hanjun was close to his limit.

—The enchantment ended.

He returned to his normal human state but felt a serious decline in his physical strength.

His growling stomach reminded him of his body’s inadequate nutrition.

Ye Hanjun found a relatively open area and started a fire.

Then, he used a sharp tool to cut open the rock crocodile’s scale armor, took out the meat, and roasted it slowly over the fire.

After awhile, the aroma of the roasted meat permeated the air, and he started savoring it.

"Master, when will we leave?"

Huazhu, who does not eat cooked meat, finished gnawing a raw crocodile leg and looked up to ask after wiping his mouth.

"We’ll stay for another day, catch a couple of young demons, and then leave."