European modulation mode

European modulation mode Author: Chu Xie Le Er

Summary:

Traveling to the fantasy Europe in 1450, you encounter a group of Slaanesh pirates who value sex and violence at the beginning.

Fortunately, his bloodline awakened and he became a psychic.

And he obtained some strange blood inheritance and spellcasting abilities, such as the charm technique that turns the target into his close friend, the suggestion technique that controls the target's actions through deep brain hypnosis, and the domination technique that directly dominates and enslaves the target...

But is the limit of a psion's ability to control others?

No, it's the modulation world.

I want to bring the entire European continent into my modulation mode!

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This book is also known as "People in Europe, Struggling Non-stop" and "European Pirate King"

Volume 1: Claws of Slaanesh

Chapter 1: Slaanesh

“Hum, hum, humahhhhhh!!!”

A blood-curdling scream suddenly woke up Aisin from his coma.

Before he opened his eyes, he smelled the salty smell of the sea and the extremely strong smell of blood. The cold sea breeze, carrying the biting cold moisture, penetrated into his bones through his skin, making him shiver involuntarily. His skull felt a piercing pain, as if it had been pinched by a door, and his entire brain was trembling slightly in the pain.

Aixin forced himself to open his eyes and found himself lying on the deck of a large ship, tossed and turned in the surging waves, while two groups of people were fighting fiercely on the deck.

One side was wearing silk or full body armor, but the number of people wearing plate armor was very small, and most of them were wearing silk with almost zero defense. They were warriors, but they looked more like merchants who were forced to take up arms.

On the other side, although the number of people is relatively small, they all wear purple robes on the outside and various types of armor inside. Not only is the armor rate higher, but their combat style is also more fierce and tough.

Amid the belated thunder, Aisin looked around in horror and could clearly see the decks filled with bloody corpses. There were more humans in purple robes clinging to the side of the ship, walking on the pontoon, swinging on ropes, and boarding several other small boats leaning against the side of the big ship. They rushed onto the deck one after another and joined the bloody fight.

For a moment, the sounds of weapons colliding, gunpowder exploding, and miserable wails were heard continuously. Then, a few men in purple robes, regardless of the fierce fighting on the front line, carried a blood-stained Orthodox cross, floated, and flew onto the deck.

Unlike the common Catholic cross, the Orthodox cross has one vertical and three horizontal bars, like the Chinese character "丰", but the bottom horizontal bar is the shortest and is tilted.

What was even more horrifying was that on the cross, a naked young girl was nailed with iron nails. Her beautiful face was scratched by the sharp spikes of the crown of thorns, and blood was dripping. Countless warm blood flowed out from the wounds on her forehead and limbs, just like the suffering Jesus Christ. The rolling blood continued to blaspheme and defile the sacred Orthodox Cross, and the scream just now came from her mouth.

Ai Xin was stunned. What the hell? Wasn't I playing games all night? Just when I was thinking of taking a break, how come I was on a ship and saw a beautiful girl nailed to a cross? Hiss - it hurts, who hit my head?

Aixin hugged his head in pain, but his wrist hit a pointy soft flesh on the side of his head. He touched it in surprise and found that it was his ear. It felt sharp and long, like an elf in a game. His arms and ten fingers also became extremely slender and white.

I crossed?

Before Aixin could react, the girl nailed to the cross let out another shrill and tragic scream. Her jade-white belly expanded rapidly like a balloon. In just a few seconds, it became as big as a baby in ten months of pregnancy and continued to grow. Her bloated and fat belly was like a devil's egg, breeding endless evil. The skin that was stretched to the limit faintly outlined the contours of six grotesque and evil limbs.

The scene is so horrifying, it's exactly the same as the alien hatching scene!

"No, no! Please! Please, ah——"

Suddenly, the girl's heart-wrenching cry for mercy came to an abrupt end. Aixin widened his eyes in horror, and saw that the girl's limbs and head quickly shrank like a punctured balloon, turning into a thin piece of human skin attached to the wooden frame. Only her belly, swollen like an egg, was still as full as before, as if all the flesh and bones in her body had been swallowed and absorbed by the thing in her stomach.

The next second, the thing in her belly moved.

Six jade-white female arms slowly stretched out from the shoulders of the sacrifice, like a six-petal lily quietly blooming, but at the end of each slender and well-proportioned arm was a crab-like claw covered with serrations and barbs, and shaped like six sharp knives.

Two hairy goat hooves pierced through the thin skin of her legs, propping up the two shriveled pieces of human skin, and transformed them into two slender, round, white and beautiful legs.

A horned head pierced through her barren chest and stretched out her beautiful face full of fear and tears. Twisted and grotesque devil horns tore bloody holes in her fair skin and stretched out towards the sky.

And that shriveled chest, with the squeeze of two proud snow-capped peaks, bulged upwards, showing its perfect shape to everyone.

A snake tail more than three meters long,

It even squeezed out her round and plump buttocks, flying and circling in the air, and the venomous snake head at the tip of the tail stretched out its forked red tongue, hissing in the air.

A six-armed demon, devouring the flesh and blood of the sacrifice, came back wearing the sacrifice's human skin. Its small and delicate sheep's hooves crushed the sacrifice's feet and gently tapped the deck. Its six slender and sharp claws reflected the cold light of death under the sunlight.

Under the long violet hair, on the youthful and beautiful face, a pair of peach-colored chaotic eyes are burning with catastrophic pink desire.

Boundless fear, like an ocean wave, swept out in all directions with the demon as the center, scaring Aisin so much that he forgot to breathe for a moment. The others wearing plate armor and silk were screaming and throwing away their muskets, swords, and hammers, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy!

“Oh my god! Oh my god! We lost so many lives and paid so much price to finally kill the God-Hereditary Lustful Demon, and he was resurrected so easily?!”

"Evil, Lord Demon! We surrender! This ship and its cargo are yours! Please let us live!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm willing to pay the ransom! As long as you spare my life, I'm willing to pay the same amount of silver as my body weight!!!"

Aixin held his increasingly aching head and looked around the deck in confusion. It seemed that these merchants wearing plate armor or silk were the owners of this huge cargo ship, but while they were eating hot pot and singing songs on the ship, they were robbed by the bloody six-armed demon and the purple-robed pirates in front of them. The remaining people all surrendered.

So the question is, what is your identity?

Ai Xin looked down at himself nervously, and then his heart sank: Damn it! What he was wearing was silk clothing, not a purple robe, not the side of the winner!

"Find me a young and beautiful girl as a sacrifice for the resurrection. The other captives? The same old rules."

The evil demon ignored the captives as she looked at her new body with satisfaction. Her six huge claws overlapped and turned into two snow-white slender jade hands. The sheep's hooves stepping on the deck also transformed into ten round jade toes in the pink mist. The snake tail on her buttocks and the horns on her forehead disappeared one after another. The whole evil and terrifying demon god turned into the appearance of the sacrificial girl.

"As you command, Admiral."

The soldiers wearing scale armor took action and checked all the clothed crew members and sailors. One soldier looked at a girl's face for three seconds, then slit her neck with a scimitar and threw her body casually on the deck. Then he looked at the face of the next female crew member, and after a few seconds, he took out a rope and tied her hands behind her back.

Another soldier walked up to Aixin, looked at the face of a male sailor, and after looking for two seconds, he chopped him to death without saying a word. Blood splattered all over Aixin, scaring him so much that he had a splitting headache. The smell of blood in the air was so strong that it was disgusting!

Then the soldier looked at another man nearby, nodded with satisfaction, took out a rope, and tied his hands behind his back.

Aixin suppressed his fatal headache and looked around the chaotic and bloody deck, wondering what pattern these people were following in killing people. After taking a few glances, he found that most of those who were killed were plain or even ugly, while the men and women who were slightly pretty had their hands tied behind their backs by the soldiers and were about to be taken away.

Fuck? These pirates kill people regardless of gender based on their looks? So here comes the question, is this body I traveled through good looking? ? ?

Just as Aixin was terrified, a tall, cool and sexy female pirate strode towards him. Her graceful body under the purple cloak was wearing a tight black dress made of unknown material. The translucent black silk was tightly stretched over her magnificent chest, slender waist, plump buttocks, and slender thighs, extending to her smooth ankles like jade, outlining her proud figure that made one's blood boil to the fullest.

Of her entire body, only her cool and beautiful face, and her delicate hands and white bare feet wet by the sea water were exposed. Sections of her fair and tender flesh were faintly visible through the translucent black stockings.

Outside the black stockings, there are some Eastern Roman style armor pieces. Hundreds of long iron plates are fixed with rivets on pieces of leather of appropriate sizes, which then wrap around her beautiful body. In the gaps between several pieces of armor, her fair figure, which is tightly stretched by the black gauze, looks particularly slender and attractive.

On her cold and charming face, under the waterfall black hair that reached her ankles, she had a pair of beautiful green eyes, so cold that they were without a trace of emotion, and her narrow pupils were as creepy as a poisonous snake. Two long pointed ears quietly emerged from her long black hair, revealing her identity.

A high elf.

However, the slender hand of this cold and beautiful pirate actually transformed into a long thorn whip made up of flesh tentacles and hideous bone spurs right in front of him.

Apart from that demon, these purple-robed pirates under her command are not normal people either!

"Don't move, let me recover."

The elven pirate said coldly. It was not until she walked up to him that Aixin realized that the elf was very tall, probably about two meters tall. She took out a pot of fresh water from her waist bag with her left hand and poured it directly on Aixin's face to wash away the blood on his cheek. The flesh whip as thick as a finger split into three strands, which tied up Aixin's waist, ankles, and neck respectively, and forced him off the deck.

She pulled him up and made him look directly into her cold and ruthless green snake eyes.

Only then did Aisin realize that he seemed to be more than two meters tall. After standing up, he could actually look the elf in front of him at eye level.

At this moment, Aisin was terrified to the extreme. The deck was full of these mutated, murderous purple-robed pirates, and the extremely terrifying six-armed demon. He was unarmed and had no power to resist. Now, he could only leave it to fate and gamble on whether this skin he had traveled through would be good-looking.

The female pirate looked at him carefully for more than ten seconds, but still did not let go. She was still staring at his appearance. Her hot breath, accompanied by a faint fragrance, kept spraying on his face. Her cold and ruthless eyes also made him feel scared. His heart was about to jump out of his throat. After such a long time, he still couldn't judge whether he was ugly or handsome? What should he do to kill him or capture him? !

"May I have your name?"

The female pirate asked coldly, without a trace of emotion or warmth in her words.

"Aixin."

Before Aisin finished his words, the three-pronged whip of the female elf suddenly tightened, and the sharp bone spurs left terrible bloody marks on his body.

"You're lying! You're a high elf from Greece like me. Why did you make up a name in the style of Aurora? I'm giving you one chance. What's your name?"

The pirate slowly loosened the whip, allowing Aisin to speak. His cold face was filled with the arrogance and cruelty of a victor.

"I……"

Aisin had no way to defend himself. In desperation, the image of an elf wearing dragon scale armor, holding the sword of Cain, looking majestic, and with the word "Ai" in his name, emerged in his mind.

"My name is Aenarion!"

"It sounds good, come here."

The female pirate nodded slightly and finally made a decision, while Aenarion waited in fear for the choice of fate. Would he be chopped off because he was ugly, or would he be tied up and taken away because he looked okay?

"Please ask the admiral for leave. I want to take my spoils and go back to bed to have fun."

"???"

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Chapter 2: The "Psychic" Warlock

"Yes, Captain."

A pirate in a purple robe nodded and asked for leave for his leader, while the female pirate used a long whip of flesh and blood to bind Aenarion's hands and neck, and dragged him forward, along the stepping stone used for boarding in naval battles, left the big ship, and arrived at the deck of a small sailboat.

Aenarion heaved a sigh of relief, his rapidly beating heart slowed down, and he was grateful that he had escaped a disaster. He was not killed, nor was he tied up. He was even brought to the pirate's room. So, I am very good-looking? Wait, that's not right. This cold and enchanting monster wants to be stronger than me? !

Aenarion's heartbeat quickened again, and he looked around anxiously to see if there was any way to escape. With his rich knowledge, he discovered that the ship he was originally on was a galley over 40 meters long, with a three-eighths Roman, Venetian golden winged lion flag flying on it.

Near this behemoth, there are six 15-meter-long Arab sailing ships anchored. Their knife-like slender hulls and huge triangular sails are extremely conspicuous. They seem to be the pirates' vehicles.

Stepping onto the wooden deck and entering the warm ship's tower, the female pirate mercilessly threw Aenarion onto her bed. Before closing the door, she instructed the pirates guarding the ship in a voice that was cold and emotionless.

"No matter how loud the noise is, don't come in, or I'll kill you."

"Yes, Captain."

The purple pirates shuddered in fear and nodded frantically like chicks pecking at rice, and then they heard the muffled sound of a door closing.

"Wait a minute, ma'am, I..."

Aenarion endured the pain in his head and struggled to get up from the bed. He wanted to say something, but the cold pirate had already untied her purple cloak, allowing the light gauze to slowly slide across her delicate body and fall weakly to the ground.

She skillfully took off her armor, and her two proud breasts wrapped in black silk suddenly bounced forward after losing the restraint of the armor, creating erotic flesh-colored ripples in the air.

Aenarion swallowed hard. The elf before him was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life. Both her face and figure were flawless like works of art. Her breasts were the largest he had ever seen. Her arrogant and cold face made him want to conquer her. He wanted to see how stunning it would be if such a face became shy.

However, her right hand unexpectedly turned into a long whip of flesh and blood! Before the combination, I saw the six-armed evil demon wearing painted skin. God knows what is under this beautiful skin!

The pirate turned a deaf ear to his words, took off his clothes with his left hand, and with his right hand, he wielded a long whip of flesh and blood that had split into three pieces and began to tear off Aenarion's silk and satin, revealing his fair and slender body. He flexibly pulled out his belt with the whip's head covered with bone spurs and began to pull down his pants.

Aenarion hastily pulled up his trousers, but this action angered the pirate in front of him. The two long whips continued to undress him, and one of the long whips rose into the air like a giant python and strangled his slender neck.

"Be obedient and let me take care of you."

"Listen to your mother!"

Aenarion was

The long whip made it difficult for him to breathe. He wanted to curse but couldn't. His chest felt extremely stuffy, as if there was a fire burning, and it became stronger as time went by! He tried to break the long whip, but it was like it was welded to his neck and he couldn't move it at all. He couldn't use his full strength because of the splitting headache, and at this moment, he was even weaker because of the depletion of oxygen.

Suddenly, the female pirate loosened the whip that was wrapped around his neck. Just as Aenarion took a breath of sweet air, the flesh tentacles tightened again, making him experience the pain of suffocation for the second time. Because his third leg was on the verge of death, it instinctively propped up a tent. The pirate showed an arrogant smile, sat cross-legged on Aenarion's thigh, and used his left hand to stroke and test the length and thickness of his trophy.

Dozens of seconds later, Aenarion felt a severe pain in his chest. His lungs were about to burst due to lack of oxygen, his ears were buzzing, his brain was in a mess due to lack of oxygen, and his eyes were even covered with a layer of death. Seeing that he was about to die, the female pirate let go of the whip for the second time, allowing him to breathe the long-lost air.

"You, you can play something normal, and I can cooperate with you, but, but do you have to play something so perverted?!"

Aenarion struggled, squirmed, and cursed, but he could not escape the restraints of the flesh-whip. The whip tightened around his neck for the third time, and his eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Who do you think you are? You are just a sex slave for others to vent their anger on. Do you think you are worthy of being angry?"

The female pirate sneered at Aenarion's anger, looked down at the captive on the bed with indifference, and with her delicate hands she stripped off his pants, turned over and sat on Aenarion. The three hideous whips tightened his neck again. The pain of suffocation and the blended pleasure flooded into Aenarion's mind together, coupled with the persistent headache after the time travel, almost driving him crazy!

At this moment, the headache that had persisted since he woke up suddenly stopped, and the increasingly dark shadow of death before his eyes turned into lines of small purple characters.

Aenarion (High Elf)

Level 1 (1nd level warlock)

Health 4, Mana 6

Fist hit +2, physical damage 3~5

Defense 2 (+2 Agility)

Strength 14, Agility 14, Constitution 10

Intelligence 14, Wisdom 8, Charisma 18

[Blood Inheritance: Perfect Psionics]: You can select additional spells known by the warlock from the psychic's psychic power list. All your spells will appear in the form of psychic powers, and you will gain the warlock's spellcasting ability one level earlier. For each level of warlock, the number of known spells increases by 1, and the casting level increases by 1.

[Blood Inheritance: Beauty of One Thought]: Your appearance perfectly presents the most beautiful dreams and the most filthy desires in everyone's heart. Any voluntary target can become your warlock's magic pet and become your loyal partner, not limited to the original small animals such as mice, bats, owls, etc.

Aenarion was stunned for a moment. Isn't this the numerical rule of the DND group game? Among the six attributes, strength represents the character's strength, agility represents the character's physical flexibility and coordination ability, and constitution represents the character's health and endurance.

Intelligence is the intelligence of a person's brain, perception is a person's willpower, common sense, judgment, perception and intuition, and charm is a person's temperament, aura, attractiveness, leadership and natural physical charm. It has nothing to do with appearance.