He began pouring Soul Points into the Ouroboros Bloodline, and he began to immediately feel the effects.
As his Soul Points began enhancing his bloodline, it was as if countless firecrackers were exploding throughout his body, he began to regrow his flesh faster than the red flames could consume it.
Every time his flesh was destroyed by the flames, the newer flesh came out stronger and more resilient, and he was filled with endless energy, he began to release the Ouroboros Serpents to fly out of the crater produced by the red flames.
At first, they could not fly more than thirty feet before they were turned to ash, but as his bloodline grew, so too did the Serpents, they got bigger, and slowly they began to adapt and flew higher, from thirty feet to fifty feet, until they reached the top of the crater.
The face of the old man suddenly frowned, and his head rotated, and the young man’s face came to the front, that face unexpectedly opened its mouth, and another stream of red flames poured from it.
The new stream of flames pushed back the serpents down to the bottom, but it could no longer destroy them, their flesh was turned to ash, but their bones still had life, and they roared at the flames. They strove to rise, steadily gaining momentum, even as they were still growing.
The important part was that they had blocked enough of the flames for Rowan so his body was now complete, nevertheless his mind was not on his body, but inside of it, where he saw that his fourth heart was now complete, and it was at that moment he arrived at five thousand point into the Ouroboros Bloodline.
It began to evolve.
A shockwave erupted from his body that seemed to trigger the three serpents outside, and they roared as they flew back into his body, and they returned to the void in his heart.
"Hey, where are you all going? Get out here!" Rowan shouted at his Serpents, but they ignored him.
"Not that I necessarily need them at this point, "Rowan glanced at his new and inflated Attributes.
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Name: Rowan Kuranes
Age: 11/33,000
Strength : 1717
Agility : 1716
Constitution : 2600
Spirit : 285.6
Class: None
Title: Plane walker, Chaos Blood
Aspect : Spatial Sight (Tier 3)
Berserker (Tier 1)
Skills:
Enrage (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Vortex (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Bash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Dash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Smash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Combo Attack (Level 10— Mortal State Completed)
Passive : Decipher language (complete), Ice–Fire soul (level 6)
Records:
FOUR [CHAOS BLOOD]- level 2 [5,000/15,000]
REAVER – level 0 [0/5000]
Legendary Skill : Chaos World Engine [3/3]
Chaos World Engine [Minor]
Engine One – 985,225/1,000,000,000
Engine Two – 897,645/1,000,000,000
Engine Three–1,001,876/1,000,000,000
Rift Rule Gained: Absolute Body [Locked]
Incarnation Path Unlocked
Path Gained: Chaos Territory Creation [Locked]
Active Skill Gained :
World Soul Manipulation [Locked]
World Recreation [Locked]
World Merging [Locked]
Soul Point :6,901.2311
Remark: Nascent Titan
Even though he always expected his Attributes to skyrocket every time he upgraded his Bloodline, he would never get used to the feeling of his body growing stronger and the world around him getting weaker.
He had not gotten taller or more muscular; however, he saw that his body was more streamlined, and every inch of his body was packed with frightening strength. So much so that he began to feel that he could tear reality itself into pieces.
His Agility made the world slow down, and he could feel each second stretching itself until it almost felt like a minute and even his Spirit began to lag behind his flesh, as his senses felt as if it were made-up of quicksilver.
With the disappearance of the Serpents, the pillars of red flames slammed down onto his body with no obstructions. He could have avoided it, but he did not. Rowan began to laugh as he opened his arms and welcomed the flames.
The flames slammed into him like a truck, but his knees did not bend from the impact, and unlike before, his eyes were kept open, and although the flames made his eyes dry out, and slowly began to boil inside his sockets, yet compared to the absolute decimation his body faced before, this amount of pain was meaningless.
The Red flames that had once turned him to a pile of steaming bones could only burn away the surface layer of his skin, although his appearance was frightening because his skin appeared to be in a state of flux, he was basically undamaged.
He would regrow his skin, only for it to be burned away, exposing his muscles, and soon his skin returned once more only to be burned off, the circle repeating itself.
Nevertheless, he was able to stand beneath the full weight of the red flames. With his Constitution that had reached this new heights, the concussive force of the flames almost felt like it was massaging his body.
He did not need to look to notice, the face of the young man beginning to frown. "Keep that look on that face, for I’m going to tear it off." He was surprised at the sheer brutality growing in his blood, it was so deep he would have sworn he tasted blood. He began to feel a bit of concern welling up in his spirit.
It would appear that as his bloodline grew stronger, and as he was beginning to unearth deeper mysteries lying inside of it, his bloodline was beginning to influence him.
Since he was in a fight, Rowan disregarded this growing concern and instead pushed this intense emotion bubbling inside his blood to the Axe. The dull hum emanating from the Axe, turned into a loud metallic shriek, as the green coating over the Axe began to visibly decline.
He began shoving heaps of Essence into the Axe, and it began to glow so brightly, that it could be seen from inside the pillar of red flames that covered his body. The glow was the green of new grass, it was a glow of an endless verdant field, and only a Bloodline Essence like Rowans could have unleashed this sort of power from the Axe.
The moment the pillars of flames ceased, Rowan stamped his feet, and the ground detonated. He did it because he did not have any stable footing, the flames had melted the rocks below him into lava that had reached his waist.
Now that he had stable footing, he crouched a little and just vanished from sight, a second went by and the place he was previously standing at, simply exploded. A series of explosions followed his rise, as he blasted the air apart with his body.
Unlike when he released the phantasmal Axes, he did not do that now, realizing that doing such would spread the power of the blow over a wide area, it would be sufficient for the fodder Abominations, but not for this one.
He needed all that power directed in one spot!
A green sun suddenly blossomed in front of the Abomination’s face. Rowan went for the head. And the Axe sliced through half of the face, beginning from the forehead until he split the nose of the young man’s face and reached the lips.
All the faces of the Abomination shrieked, and the voices were so loud that it pitched out a shockwave that made Rowan’s eardrums blow up. Inside the opened head of the Abomination were countless screaming faces of men, women, and children.
"You are as ugly inside as you are outside." Rowan said, and he unleashed the technique on the Axe that had built to a feverish point inside the head of the Abomination, who had begun raising the lamp in his direction.
From the sky, it was as if a green sun arose on the ground, and began to spread, devouring everything in sight, until it suddenly reversed itself and winked out of sight.
