Chapter 1053 - Price of a Life
Chapter 1053 Price of a Life
Bloodline replacement couldn’t be completed in a single session. The entire process could last for several months.
The drop of liquid preserved in the blue crystal was something that Greem had procured using the Sourcestealer. First, he had the Sourcestealer devour the starbeast’s corpse. He then extracted the complete bloodline power from the Sourcestealer’s body and subjected the blood to a series of refinements and purifications. The end result was this measly drop of ‘blood.’
Starbeasts mostly had Chaos Physiques. The energy they absorbed was violent magical energy that had not been filtered or purified in any manner. As such, starbeasts were often very different from planar creatures in various aspects.
His flesh and muscles had wholly enveloped the shattered crystal in Greem’s chest. At this moment, traces of blue and black mist evaporated from the liquid, promptly absorbed by the delicate flesh tendrils wrapped around the crystal.
This mist would gradually be delivered to every corner of Greem’s body, where it would undergo a mysterious and delicate energy exchange with blood, tendons, veins, and organs.
Mysterious energy seeped into Greem’s organs and flesh, triggering unknown changes in his body. This process of metamorphosis wasn’t as peaceful as it appeared on Greem’s face.
Greem lay on the floor, a trace of agony flashing across his youthful face every once in a while. A certain part of his body would also twitch violently and abruptly.
His anger was only a declaration of sorts!
It was warning Gargamel not to overstep his boundaries while acknowledging that the Association was at fault. As for where the limit lay? That was something that a ‘hooligan’ like Gargamel had to probe for slowly.
With neither party wanting to break out into an actual conflict, the so-called ‘negotiations’ ended up looking more like a slapstick show!
After a loud and passionate discussion that lasted for an entire day, the two parties finally arrived at a basic agreement on a series of resources, items, and knowledge.
When Meryl and the extremely parched Gargamel were eventually escorted to the Association’s treasury by Laurent, the anger on Mirva’s face slowly faded away.
“They asked for quite a lot this time. It’s a little too greedy of them!” Mirva coldly said to the empty air. It was a mystery who he was speaking to.
“It’s good greed, fantastic greed, I would say. if they weren’t that greedy, I would think that the Association is in trouble!” Chairman Freed’s projection silently appeared behind Mirva.
“It’s not a small amount that we are going to lose this time. It’s a hefty sum of resources and materials. Their appetite is enormous!” Mirva was still a little resentful.
“Are those resources and materials worth the price of a Fourth Grade adept?” Freed smiled and asked in return.
Mirva fell silent.
Soon, even that last bit of resentment faded away.
Mirva gritted his teeth. He will just treat those resources as the price for Greem’s life, then!
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The massive injection of resources, materials, treasures, and knowledge into the Crimson Clan allowed the clan’s foundations to become even more secure.
The majority of Crimson adepts had no means of finding out about the crisis that hung above the head of their clan leader. They were indulging in the joy of the clan’s grand ‘harvest.’
Their clan leader was almost about to advance to Fourth Grade. How were they, the clan members, supposed to keep up if they were left too far behind by their leader? As such, even without the encouragement and agitation of the higher-ups, a frenzied trend for improvement and advancement swept over the Crimson adepts.
With the plentiful resources in the clan’s possession, the more talented clan adepts obtained an even more significant investment of resources. More and more individuals started growing in power.
However, most of these adepts only improved by minor grades. The people who advanced from First to Second Grade and Second to Third Grade were still in the extreme minority.
Among all these striving adepts, one lonely and abject fellow stood out more conspicuously than any other!