Chapter 288: Fusion

Chapter 288: Fusion



Not only was Ren concerned about the safety of his family in Minster, but he also felt the influence of the 'Dark Fire Mark' on himself.

During the recent battle, a sudden surge of hidden brutality rose within him, urging him to tear the enemy before him to shreds.

Thankfully, he quickly regained control and suppressed the urge.

Thus, Ren had just used a heavy punch combo instead of a rapid slash.

Otherwise, the man before him would have been turned into mincemeat.

But it was a close call.

The leather-armored man, whose identity as an assassin or scout was unknown, had already been killed on the spot.

In a town called Bellington.

But after a moment's thought, he felt that the Bloodline Breath Technique didn't seem to affect his ability to fuse these two Breath Techniques.

Ren reviewed the movements of the new Breath Technique in his mind, and the total number had now reached twenty-four.

"Don't resist."

Soon, the number stabilized at Level 15.

At the same time, he became more certain of his inner suspicions.

No one would deliberately offend an Imperial Admiral without good reason; it would be a troublesome and foolish thing to do.

[Congratulations! Your Physique Attribute has been improved!]



"Princess Menya gave Ren a Red Dragon Scale. The rest, I believe, is self-explanatory." Stanley said to Drake, his expression cold.

It would be best to eliminate it quickly, so they needed to return to Minster as soon as possible.

"Stop?" The butler was even more perplexed.

Drake thought for a moment, then quickly picked up a piece of paper and a quill, swiftly writing.

Princess Menya's Red Dragon Scale was not given lightly.

Most of the time, he stayed in Bellington Town, working as a scribe.

"Drake, have you sent someone?" Stanley asked, his face grim.

For a moment, Ren felt as if he had been in a mysterious space, practicing an unknown Breath Technique for decades! After absorbing this memory, a system notification followed:

But one way or another, the Legendary Tier strength was undeniable.

Hmm? Ren's eyes lit up. "The effects are showing so quickly?"

"Usually, those who master advanced rune techniques are official wizards from various wizard schools."

Inside a noble mansion.

"So, even if I offend Admiral Edward, I believe I must continue." Drake said firmly.

"A Great Knight and a First Rank Wizard, but the strength displayed has already reached the Near-Legendary Tier." Freeman spoke with certainty.

At this moment, Clara bent down, and her taut, round, and full buttocks caught Ren's attention, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Ren knew that as time passed, the negative influence of the mark might become more intense.

"No, it's because this information is confidential. Let me tell you what I can, and you'll understand." Stanley thought for a moment and said.

But it wasn't until one of their outbursts of anger, with its vast psychic energy, that Freeman realized the truth.

Back in the room, Ren suddenly remembered.

Hearing this, Ren immediately understood.

You see, this Level 3 required 3 Golden Skill Points to upgrade.

Therefore, there was no need for him to learn the Bloodline Breath Technique.

He was well aware of the strength of the Ancient Hero Mong, one of the seven Ancient Heroes in the Black Flame Church's millennia-long history, even after a significant loss of power that dropped him from the Epic Tier.

"You mean the other party possesses a certain bloodline? Are they the offspring of a noble bloodline?"

In other words, this fusion could serve as an experiment.

The correct version is available at 69 Book Bar! 6=9+

"No, they've arrived, and the Legendary Earth Snake has been successfully controlled. They've also helped us dig an underground tunnel leading to the center of Maestus County." Freeman knew what their Great Priest wanted to find out.

"Very likely, Great Priest, so what's our next step?"

But the problem was that his nephew, Melward, urgently needed these Ancient Giant Fangs for his recent bloodline awakening ceremony.

"Firebear Breath Technique!"

"Just finished." Extor smiled and turned to greet the little boy, "Hello, Joey."

The reason was simple; if these two Breath Techniques were to be fused, the effects might be conflicting or even detrimental.

"After all, it consumes 4 Golden Skill Points each time, which is not a small amount."

He had no intention of getting involved in this matter.

"However, from what I know, there are several runesmiths in Minster, although their skill level might not be exceptionally high. But if you, Ren, just want a preliminary understanding of runes, it should be sufficient."

Due to the sudden incident, he hadn't had a chance to ask Clara about the Bloodline Breath Technique.

At this moment, he had bloodstains on his eyes and forehead, his black robe was torn, and his arm was bandaged, still oozing blood.

This piqued Clara's curiosity, and when she turned around, she saw Ren staring at her buttocks in a daze.

"My man?" Stanley snorted in amusement.

The "lv" letters began to flicker wildly.

[Rename as New Breath Technique?]



"Regarding the ability to harm the soul you mentioned, I suspect it's a special effect from some kind of wizard scroll. You know, these noble heirs always have some tricks up their sleeves."

"High Priest..." Freeman's face went blank with shock.

At this moment, he didn't feel the awkwardness he had experienced during his Firemane Lizard Breath Technique training; instead, he felt a subtle warmth in certain parts of his body.

At that time, he found the other party's decision utterly incomprehensible.

"What do you make of Ren's strength?" Extor asked with a frown.

"You're being foolish! Why don't you ask why Admiral Edward values Ren so highly?" Stanley was even more indignant, filled with a sense of frustration at the wasted potential.

"Shadiya, check the schedule for the earliest imperial airship to Minster tomorrow morning."

"Old friend, I suggest you prepare a generous compensation immediately. Otherwise, not only you but also your brother, Marquis Orlenz, might face big trouble in the future."

"Stanley, even if Ren is your man, your attitude just now was a bit excessive, don't you think?" Drake also felt a bit displeased.

"A nearly instant-cast Shadow spell."

"What? Ancient Hero Monge is dead, killed by a Swordsman?" Extor was shocked upon hearing the reason for the failure.

As time passed and the imperial situation became more turbulent, perhaps it would be possible.

"Then prepare to collect the body for your man!"

"Yeah, he successfully advanced to Crystal Wizard a few days ago."

Previously, he had even considered replacing Ren, but now it seemed like a joke.

He immediately thought of something—'Secret Silver Engraved Plate Armor'.

Before Freeman could react, Extor suddenly pointed at him.

His previous search for a rune master at the blacksmith's shop was like seeking a fish in a tree; he had gotten the direction wrong.

"Secretary Extor, you're still busy this late?" A plump middle-aged woman greeted him warmly.

Clara took out a round golden seal ring of the Calin family and handed it to Ren.

After some consideration, Drake looked at Stanley and said firmly, "Stanley, let's be honest. My brother, Marquis Orlenz, takes this matter very seriously. Before I came to Minster, he made it clear to me that this issue must be resolved."

"Good evening, Secretary Extor," a child greeted respectfully.

"The mission failed? Freeman, which mission are you referring to?"

Now, if he were to eliminate Ren, the news would reach Princess Menya's ears, and the Orlenz family might face the wrath of a dragon's breath, turning them to ashes.

"Alright," Ren nodded.

He hadn't even had time to make amends with Ren.

"They should have arrived by now and may have already started their operation."

"Since it's a fusion of Fire Mane Lizard Breath and Bear King Breath Techniques, let's take the first character of each and rename it."

Extor, a middle-aged man, was the secretary of Bellington Town.

Moreover, what made Ren cautious from this incident was that the impact of the seal on his mind seemed stronger than what Princess Menya had described.

An elderly man in a black tailcoat, dressed as a butler, entered quickly, puzzled. "Sir Drake, Griffith left for Maester half a day ago."

"As for the Excellent Tier Breath Technique, although Clara doesn't have it here, the Swordsman Branch must have an Excellent Tier Breath Technique." —Minster.

"By the way, I wasn't here tonight." Stanley said and quickly left.

"Yes, Miss Clara," the maid beside her bowed slightly and hurried away.

"Ren, the opponent's weapon isn't ordinary; it seems to be an Artifact-rank dagger. Look at the runes on it..." Clara spoke for a while without waiting for Ren's response.

"No wonder his combat power is so strong!"

"Of course, the difficulty in learning runes lies in their high psychic energy requirements. So, if you want to learn advanced rune techniques, you'll have to go to a Wizard School."

If one examined these movements carefully, they would find traces of both the Fire Mane Lizard and Bear King Breath Techniques within them.

After thinking for a moment, Freeman recounted the situation to Extor in detail.

Seeing Clara suddenly straighten up, Ren snapped back to his senses. He saw Clara's face turning slightly red as she handed him a pair of daggers.

But to Ren's disappointment, Clara shook her head and said, "I don't understand runes; I can only identify them at a basic level."

"Also, take advantage of the upheaval in Minster. Freeman, hurry up with the Blood Sacrifice Ritual to obtain Blood Crystals. The coronation is approaching."

"Furthermore, his brother, Marquis Orlenz, has already commissioned many people in the past few days, but none could find a pair of ancient ogre fangs that meet the requirements within a short time frame."

Ren's resume had already been reviewed by Drak, who knew that Ren was born in a small town in Minster Province, known as 'Maestus', and had no connection whatsoever with Princess Menya, the so-called 'Red Queen'.

The position of Secretary was essentially the head of the clerical staff assisting the Mayor. Typically, a small town would only have one Mayor, but there would be four or five Secretaries.

"What!" Drak exclaimed, his face paling as he stood up abruptly.

"Didn't the Serpent Cult come?" Extor placed Bordeaux in front of Freeman and sat down on a nearby sheepskin chair.

"Get to the point, Stanley. Don't tell me you think I'm unaware of Princess Menya. Just say it, this Ren is her bastard son." Drak glared at Stanley with annoyance.

"That's right, there's no airship to Minster tonight. Ren, you should just leave early tomorrow morning."

Without a military airship, even if he rode a swift-horned horse and hurried, it would still take half a day. So, there was almost no difference in time if he left early the next morning.

The other party was attempting to break through to a higher tier.

"As allies, Freeman, I need you to communicate with the Serpent Cult and inform them that their two messengers were killed. Let them know who did it."

Stanley remembered that this matter was confidential, and he couldn't disclose the specifics.

"Think about it carefully, I'm leaving now."

He couldn't believe there could be any connection between the two.

But with a quick sense, Ren knew that this was probably good news.

"They all failed! Laksur is also dead." Freeman said dejectedly.

This new Swordsman, Ren, had likely already been recruited by the old student in front of him.

But for now, it was still impossible.

Freeman's body suddenly emitted a black stream of energy, and within just two or three seconds, all his wounds were completely healed, leaving no trace.

Drak's expression turned serious, and he immediately began to ponder.

In the central area of the small town, a middle-aged man dressed in a gray robe walked gracefully down the town's main road, holding a book and wearing a smile.

According to the current power of the Great Hunt God, there were rarely direct enhancements to the strength of his followers.

【Congratulations! Your Agility attribute has increased!】

For example, if one wanted to please the gods through sacrifice and enter a legendary tier, the required sacrifice ritual would have to be earth-shattering.

This made Ren feel a bit of pain.

In the second volume of 'Crowley's Armoring Technique Outline', there was a set of plate armor he had never crafted, which had the special effect of slightly enhancing wizardry power.

This fusion of the system seemed to be a way of compensating for weaknesses.

"Thank you." Ren took it after some thought.

He had to inform his brother about this matter immediately.

"With this in mind, if other Breath Techniques were also integrated, would it be possible..."

So, even if it offended Admiral Edward, there was no other way.

The death of the Ancient Hero Monge affected a series of subsequent events within the church.

For years, he had not been managing the church affairs in Minster Province, delegating most of the work to him and another person.

If the effect was good, he could then carefully study the Bloodline Breath Technique later.

"High Priestess, our mission has failed." From the shadows of the unlit room, a slightly disheveled figure emerged—it was Freeman, who had escaped from Maestus.

"After all, this new Breath Technique has completely changed, and the differences are significant, whether compared to the original Fire Mane Lizard Breath Technique or the Bear King Breath Technique."

Clara could tell that Ren seemed interested in runes, so she added, "Exactly! Go!"

At that moment, Clara urged him, and as an hereditary baroness, she was more mature about love than most, but having never experienced true romance, shyness was still a natural instinct for a young girl.

This was the impact after just one day.

Extor was startled to see Freeman's disheveled appearance. He decided not to pursue the matter of his deputy violating their agreement, he had arrived at his residence in Bellington Town before midnight.

Not only did it preserve the strengths of the Bear King Breath Technique in enhancing power and physique, but it also combined the advantages of the Fire Mane Lizard Breath Technique in enhancing agility and triggering certain extraordinary traits.

Freeman looked puzzled but soon nodded, understanding.

The person in front of him, however, was trying to break through to the level of a third-tier Crystal Wizard solely through his own power. Freeman didn't know what to say.

Logically, he should have left a survivor to interrogate and gather more information.

"Quick! Contact him immediately and let him know!"

"Don't come to me before midnight."

Along with this, there was a deep sense of dejection.

And the clerk was the person in charge of managing these four or five clerks.

Suddenly, Ren's eyes narrowed.

Ren couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Perhaps, this Ren is the bastard son of some grand noble of the Empire." Extor said.

"Dark Healing!"

"Hmm, from what you just said, judging by the enlargement of the other party's body, there are at least three bloodline talents in the Empire that exhibit this characteristic when their bloodline talent erupts."

After some thought, Ren chose 'Yes'.

Immediately, on the Weapon Master (Legendary) panel, the Bear King Breath Technique at level 18 flashed a few times and then disappeared, replaced by the words 'Unknown Breath Technique'.

"Kraya, you just mentioned runes. Do you have any understanding of them?" Ren looked intently at Kraya.

"Hehe, Drak, I can only tell you that this Ren is a rising star in the Minster Swordsman Branch. Even Admiral Edward holds him in high regard."

"Why?" "Er, I can't tell you that." Stanley, who had been about to speak, suddenly shook his head.

"Imperial Guardian, Princess Menya, do you know her?"

"However, you might have a big problem on your hands!"

But after Ren recalled what had just happened, he realized that his impulse might have been influenced by the Evil Flame Mark.

"Black tea or Bordeaux?" Extor gestured for Freeman to sit down and headed towards the liquor cabinet.

If the task went well, he wouldn't want to bother the high priest of his own church.

Extor pondered for a moment and said, "Cough, a dagger?"

After taking the pair of daggers from the leather-armored man, Ren began to examine them carefully.

These areas were mostly concentrated on small muscle groups and fascia in the calves, as well as some fascia in the waist area.

"Hmm, Stanley, do you have such confidence in this Ren?" Drak asked, puzzled by Stanley's apparent lack of concern for Ren's life.

After making up his mind, Ren brought up the system notification and looked at it again. Soon, he chose "Yes!"

When Extor returned to the house at the north corner of the town, his expression turned solemn, and he said, "Freeman, didn't I tell you?"

The Bear King Breath Technique at level 18, after transformation, dropped by a full three levels.

"The Minster side has some shops and personnel that you can freely mobilize. This is the seal ring representing the Habsburg family's direct lineage, and it's also proof."

At the same time, a vast memory flood of learning the Unknown Breath Technique began to pour into Ren's mind, making his head feel a bit swollen.

The next second, he immediately shouted towards the door, "Griffith, stop Griffith's actions!"

Kraya, captivated by Ren's solemn expression, furrowed her brows and asked, "Ren, do you need help?"

A few minutes later, two more system notifications quietly arrived:

"Stanley, are you playing me?"

Hearing this, Drak was taken aback. After thinking for a moment, he asked,

They didn't even consider him a worthy opponent.

"However, you should probably choose to integrate the Excellent Tier Breath Technique first, as it might result in more noticeable improvements."

"Of course, I believe Lord Ren will be fine."

Instead, it might affect his future job change as an 'Armorer'.

Throughout the Empire, among the youth, those who could receive such an honor were few and far between, and most of them were either royalty or children of royal in-laws.

For Ren, crafting the Secret Silver Engraved Plate Armor wasn't just about the equipment's appeal.

Only those whom she favored might have a chance to obtain it.

However, the naming was just a minor detail; Ren was more concerned about the effect.

He was completely different from when he awakened the ancient hero Monge, who was full of vigor. Now, he looked more like a lost dog.

Hearing this, Extor's hand trembled slightly, and the amber-colored Bordeaux in his hand spilled a little, dripping onto the table next to the glass.

Seeing that the high priest of his church had truly entered the Legendary Tier through his own strength, Freeman didn't know what to say.

"Hmm? Admiral Edward?"

The material of the dagger seemed to be mixed with Secret Silver, and the intricate yet orderly lines and symbols on it caused a flash of lightning to pass through Ren's mind.

"Is there one in Minster?" Ren's eyes lit up upon hearing this news.

"Yes, Drak." Seeing his master's grim expression, the butler knew the matter was serious and left in a slight panic.

"The day of the ennoblement?" Freeman was taken aback by the first half of the sentence, but the second half was unclear to him. "Every year, on the last Sunday of the Grass Moon Month, newly appointed barons and viscounts from all over the province of Minster will come to the provincial capital for the official ennoblement ceremony."

"At that time, I'd like to hold a high-quality sacrifice ritual." Extor said with a smile.

Freeman looked at his high priest in shock. It was then that he understood the magnitude of the other's ambition.

Was this to please the gods and advance to the next tier?

(End of Chapter)

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