Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 53 Ceremony
The greasy, white and fat Baron Bray sat on the high-backed chair at the top of the dark hall, looking down at the untouchables below with gloomy and distorted eyes.

A polite-looking middle-aged man stood beside Baron Bray with one hand on his back and the other in front.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "Honorable Lord Baron, this is the last batch. After completing the ceremony, you will gain the power of your great-grandfather and become a powerful high-ranking knight. You will also lead the glorious Bray family back to life." Return to the earl's throne, and your father will be glad for you."

"...Really? Father?"

Baron Bray's chaotic and distorted mind flashed with difficulty the memory of his father's admonition to him, asking him to practice hard and work hard to restore the glory of the family.

Immediately afterwards, what I recalled together was the reprimand and even the whipping from my father.

Even though he was only a second-level knight, his father asked him to become a high-ranking knight. He beat and scolded him frequently when he didn't like him. The memory of this hatred made Baron Bray's face even more distorted.

Such days continued until the death of his father, the undertalented Baron Bray, until his father closed his eyes with regret, buried in the loess amid the priest's prayers, and did not break through to the middle-level knight.

Baron Bray, whose strength has not progressed any further, decides to put his hope in his descendants, just as his father did to him.

But the gods seemed to have made a big joke with Baron Bray. No matter how hard he tried, how many wives and lovers he changed, he was still unable to give birth to an heir, which made Baron Bray fall into despair.

He began to indulge in pleasure and self-indulgence, and after almost depleting his family's savings, he began to levy heavy taxes, and the lord's right to life and death gradually made him lost.

But he has always been obsessed with becoming a high-ranking knight in his heart. He wants to prove it to his sad father and make him regret what he has done to him. Baron Bray has always longed for an apology from his father.

Until a thin blood-red creature with a small horn growing on its forehead and a strange and terrifying smile came to him.

It was a little devil full of compliments and lies. It provoked the deepest desires in Baron Bray's heart with words, promised him the power of a high-level knight, and lured him into signing a human-skin contract with dense clauses. Write down your name.

Since then, Baron Bray has followed their advice, imposing increasingly onerous taxes, and turning more and more people into his own serfs.

Every gold coin he earned was handed over to them to buy himself the materials needed to prepare for the promotion ceremony.

But today, feeling the surging power in his body, he raised the corners of his mouth somewhat complacently, but clenched his teeth with endless hatred.

Did you see that, my dear father?

Only the last step, I will be able to break through the middle-level restrictions and be promoted to a seventh-level high-ranking knight.

He picked up his father's skull with a twisted smile, wanting him to witness his great achievement.

His distorted smile suddenly turned cold, and he looked down at the group of untouchables expressionlessly and said, "Kill everyone around you, only one of you will survive."

In the dim hall, the desperate and terrified people standing among the blood, stumps, and internal organs were at a loss.

The evil mist of blood filled the air, provoking their fragile nerves and desire to survive.

Finally, a strong coachman picked up the blood-stained long sword and slashed at the prostitute who collapsed and became incontinent as if venting his anger.

The blade slashed into her neck, but didn't have enough strength to move forward and caught on her cervical spine.

The roar of venting and the scream of fear destroyed the last trace of reason in everyone's heart.

They snatched the weapons inserted into the corpses or dropped on the ground one after another, shouting and waving them around indiscriminately.

Those who didn't grab the weapons played the primitive instinct of beasts, threw others to the ground, pinched their necks and bit their faces.

Crying, begging, praying, cursing, screaming, and roaring seem to be woven into a wonderful movement, making the man standing beside Baron Bray beat the beat and indulge in it with a smile. He narrowed his eyes.

Amidst this chaotic voice, Baron Bray's breathing became heavier, and he could feel a steady stream of power pouring into his body from all around him, expanding in his body, and wandering between blood vessels and muscles.

"Haha, hahahaha! I'm going to succeed, I'm going to succeed!"

He held up his father's skull and let the empty eye sockets of the skull stare at everything in front of him like a show.

Baron Bray's roar gradually turned into a raving, and the evil breath soared into the sky.

His flesh and blood gradually melted and turned into nourishment for the eggs hidden in his body, allowing the eggs to hatch into wriggling maggots one after another, greedily sucking his flesh and blood under his fat skin.

But his body didn't shriveled up. Instead, it was swollen by the rapidly growing maggots until the skin became transparent, and the wriggling and crawling of the maggots under the skin could be clearly seen.

When the maggots grew to a certain size, they immediately began to kill and devour each other, and Baron Bray's breath became stronger and stronger as the number of maggots decreased, until he broke through the middle-level boundary and was promoted to a seventh-level high-ranking knight.

In other words, it transformed into a strange-looking seventh-level monster.

Under the skin belonging to Baron Bray was a deformed humanoid worm, Baron Bray seemed to be "worn" by that worm.

But his consciousness fell into chaos and collapsed, and he didn't notice it. He kept asking the skull repeatedly: "Did you see...? Did you see..."

Seeing the killing filled with evil desires in the hall come to an end, the worm under Baron Bray's skin gradually became clear, with a pair of sharp horns curving upwards on his forehead.

The middle-aged man standing beside him bent down and saluted with impeccable elegance, and said respectfully: "This body is ready for your arrival, my lord, I hope you are satisfied with it."

Baron Bray heard that he was making a hoarse and distorted evil voice, and vaguely felt that something was wrong, but his fuzzy mind could no longer produce any thoughts.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a huge blue figure more than ten meters long shattered the dome of the hall, and the whole building was torn in half.

The bronze bell on the high pavilion fell together with the masonry, making the last bell.

Thick smoke and dust were stirred up by the collapse of the building and the wall, and the sunlight shone into it, like the first light illuminating the darkness in "The Holy Book of Light".

The huge blue true dragon shook off the dust and gravel from its body, and the violent lightning blasted between his scales with bursts of dazzling flashes.

Ron looked calmly at Baron Bray who was holding a huge worm in his skin, and asked in a cold tone:

"Maybe I should say sorry? I don't seem to come at the right time."

(End of this chapter)