nucmednet Chapter 213 Metamorphosis
Chapter 213 Metamorphosis
Chapter 213 Metamorphosis
The berserker being carried away from the arena attracted so much attention that the spectators' attention became scattered during the subsequent gladiatorial combat.
They were eager to know what kind of power the red dragon had bestowed, and some of them, especially those with strong curiosity, immediately got up and left, following closely behind the kobolds.
As Bren was carried away, his once robust body visibly became withered and emaciated. His unusually voracious appetite drove him to roar incessantly. If it weren't for the heavy shackles binding him, he would probably have already pounced on the people around him like a wild beast.
When large pieces of meat, bread, and water were placed in front of him, and his restraints were removed, the man, who was already skin and bones, immediately pounced on them and began to tear at them with his teeth.
The cursed seed originating from Thor is constantly rewriting the deepest part of his bloodline, and the first to bear the brunt is his digestive and absorption system, which is responsible for absorbing energy.
If his body could be dissected at this moment, one would see that the originally soft stomach wall was growing a large number of hard and dense keratin layers like scales, the concentration of gastric acid secreted was also higher, and the intestines were covered with dense cilia.
Food that has been roughly chewed by the teeth and swallowed will immediately make a "hissing" corrosive sound once it enters the stomach. The stomach wall, which is covered with scales, will keep wriggling, grinding against each other like two millstones.
This new digestive and absorption system can undoubtedly extract energy from food more efficiently. Subsequently, Brun's teeth also began to change, and his masseter muscles became more and more developed.
His body, which had long since withered, gradually regained some fullness with the ample supply of food, and his joints cracked and stretched little by little.
The sturdy trousers made of cowhide were quickly stretched taut by his expanding body, then ripped and deformed with a "rip". The well-fitting iron-plated combat boots were also stretched to burst open by his ever-growing feet, revealing sharp toenails.
This feeding seemed endless, lasting from midday until sunset, with both hands constantly feeding into the increasingly ferocious maw. It was probably not even when wielding a greatsword that they had ever been so fast.
With ample nutrition and energy, his height increased from just over two meters to three meters.
His bronze skin turned completely crimson, and the blood flowing through his body radiated a scorching heat, causing the surrounding air to ripple with distortion.
Tiny, keratinous scales emerge from the original pores and grow layer upon layer on the chest, abdomen, back, and limbs, as if to form a thick suit of armor.
The ever-growing aura astonished all the creatures watching, and a surge of fervor welled up within them.
The red dragon's gift was real; under their very eyes, the human berserker truly transformed little by little into a powerful dragon-blooded creature.
Judging from the changes in his body and the aura he exudes, his challenge level has increased by at least 5 levels, and this upward momentum has not diminished at all, but continues to strengthen.
It wasn't until the sun rose again that Brun, who had been eating voraciously for almost half a day and a night, finally stopped eating after swallowing the last beef leg bone.
At this point, he was already over 4 meters tall, and even when he was just squatting on the ground, he was as imposing as an iron tower.
Its bare, dark red skin was covered with fine scales and a thick, armor-like carapace. Its fingernails and toenails were curved and sharp, like iron hooks.
His shattered reason returned at this moment, and he looked at his body in disbelief, clenching his fist, feeling a powerful force surging within him that filled him with fear.
It seemed that with just a little effort, it could smash through the earth, and even its breath was mixed with scorching sparks.
"I did it! I did it! I've mastered the power of the Red Dragon! Legend is within reach!"
Overwhelmed with joy, he couldn't help but let out an excited roar, fully expressing his intense emotions.
Those spectators who had been waiting nearby, eager to witness this scene up close, also erupted in cheers.
Just then, the booming sound of flapping wings came from afar, and a huge shadow approached from a distance, crashing down like a shooting star.
The moment Thor's heavy body landed, the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters trembled.
Tiny pebbles flew into the air, and dust surged outwards like waves. Some creatures that couldn't dodge in time were hit by the shockwave and tumbled to the ground.
His golden pupils looked down at the transformed Bren, and a hidden sense of control over his bloodline rose from the bottom of his heart, as if he could cause the little giant's body to disintegrate with a single thought.
This is the Black Dragon's control over the Mad Dragon Virus. After integrating the unique magic and spiritual power of this world, it has become even more domineering.
The so-called dedication of life and loyalty is not just a slogan. The moment one chooses to accept Thor's blessing, a force rooted in the soul and blood, like a covenant, is quietly formed.
Unlike Thor, when Bren saw the red dragon again, he felt only endless awe.
Despite his greatly enhanced strength, he could no longer muster even the slightest thought of resistance, as if the creature before him was the sun in his life, the sole meaning of his existence.
Perhaps the creature named Bren died the moment he was infected by the curse of the Mad Dragon. What is alive now is just a puppet driven by the virus and magic, but which has inherited all his memories.
There may be life forms with a strong enough will to withstand this erosion and transformation and rise up in resistance.
However, his body would also bear a heavier burden: either he would successfully expel the curse of the Mad Dragon but would not be able to obtain the enhancement it brought; or his body would completely disintegrate and he would die in the fierce battle.
Thor is currently unsure whether a third scenario will occur, given that he has only used this ability twice since acquiring it.
As for the kobolds and other subordinates, the evolution that occurred subtly under his influence was nothing compared to directly bestowing the cursed seed. It was like being exposed to radiation after a nuclear explosion versus having radioactive material injected directly into one's bloodstream; the two were simply incomparable.
Looking at this creature, the first in this world to be completely loyal to him, Thor's lips curled into a wide grin.
"You've mastered the power I bestowed upon you? Legend is within reach? You insignificant creature, you're still far from it!"
This is only the first transformation. You are merely a newly hatched cub. There are still greater powers and deeper sufferings slumbering within your bloodline, waiting for you to awaken them.
Go forth! Go forth and experience more battles and carnage, until you crush countless corpses, bathe in flames to forge your sharp edge, and completely control that destructive power.
"At that time, I will crown you with the title of Crown of Ashes, and share in my power and glory."
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