Chapter 1319 - 629: The Wheel of Fortune Turns, Six Great Sects Besiege the Nest City (Part 3)

Note: The bones growing from the Bone Zither constantly penetrate the bodies of living beings, bringing various bacteria and microorganisms into the body. The innate spirituality resists and repairs, gradually changing its genetic code, leading to an incurable genetic disease, resulting in a tragic death.

One needs a [Creation] type divine position to overcome the side effects.

Every time the [Poison Bottle] is used, it requires sacrificing part of one’s rationality, not only the owner but all users who drink the mutated blood must follow suit in the sacrifice.

The most critical aspect is that the mutated blood is not only resistant but also addictive.

After each intake, in order to achieve the same effect again, the dosage must be increased.

Once consumed, dependency develops, and if not drunk after a certain period, agony ensues.

Furthermore, the time interval between consumptions shortens with each intake until rationality is entirely drained by the Poison Bottle, turning one into a rampaging, bloodthirsty zombie.

Upon noticing the hidden costs, the words "Crowdfunding Treasure" emerged in Byron’s mind.

No matter which Night Demon receives this treasure, they will become materials for repairing the divine artifact.

Spending a lifetime of accumulated effort to repair the Sacred Relics, they are ultimately destined to become slaves to the Sacred Relics and Lilith.

And whether it’s the [Bone Zither] or the [Poison Bottle], their creators are the Mother of Creation herself.

Even obtaining treasures comparable to Demi-god level cannot reverse her dominance, instead, she consumes them completely.

Comparison of people leads to death, comparison of goods leads to discard, in comparison to the Radiant Queen’s generosity, Lilith’s soft meal has already spoiled.

However, in Byron’s hands, everything isn’t a problem.

"I inherently possess the [Fertility] divine position, enabling me to counter its side effects.

With slight adaptation, I can perform ’Corpse Bone Vein,’ and the power of Thorny Execution will surely surge!"

Exiting the main hall, the doors closed behind.

In the bathtub, Lilith picked up a cup of [Blood of Transformation] offered by the Succubus Attendant and drank it in one gulp, her eyes tinged with a chilling blood-red hue:

"During the time I was asleep, the Night Demon Clan has been tirelessly extracting nourishment from the Material World.

But I am deeply unsatisfied with your efficiency and loyalty.

The [Blood Tax] — you keep seventy percent, offering only thirty percent in sacrifice to me. Do you expect gratitude?

For 1500 years, how much Blood of Transformation have you embezzled? It’s all meant for my restoration of sanity!

After granting you immortality, you live too comfortably, seemingly forgetting the hierarchy of respect and inferiority.

With such laziness, how can I ever regain my former power to charge into the World’s End’s ’Triple Point’ and seize the God Above God position?

It’s time to remind you of how to be a qualified Night Demon."

With a flick of a hand, the remaining [Poison Bottle] on the table fell into her grasp, inspecting this treasure that increases beings’ strength while inducing addiction.

"I’ve heard that the sea contains a fish called tuna that swims non-stop throughout its life.

Due to the degeneration of the tuna’s gill muscles, it must continuously move to allow fresh water to flow over the gills for respiration.

If a tuna stops swimming, it will suffocate and die from oxygen deprivation.

Thus, throughout a tuna’s life, it must maintain high-speed swimming, even at night, resulting in exceptionally delicious meat.

Dear children, don’t overthink, I didn’t mean to compare you to tuna, chuckle chuckle..."

Lilith rose from the Blood Pool, walked down a small ladder out of the bathtub, and admired her breathtakingly graceful figure in a full-length mirror.

The Succubi serving her shot red light from their eyes, like emotionless puppets coming forth to dress her.

Unaware of the monumental changes destined to occur in the future of the Night Demon Kingdom.

Lilith had clearly envisioned a wonderful world under her rule, aiming to trap ordinary humans, and even Night Demons, in a state of perpetual poverty.

Taking farmers as an example, the upper echelon sets their annual income around 10 pounds, yet the basic needs for living expenses, including clothing, food, housing, and raising children, exceed this amount, typically requiring 12 pounds.

This creates a predicament where many farmers, despite working tirelessly and living frugally, still cannot meet basic living requirements.

Deeply trapped in debt, living their life in economic difficulty, they can only continuously work and create value.

By analogy, the exploitation affects the lower class, middle class, and upper class with various targeted measures.

Byron clearly underestimated the Mother of Creation Lilith.

She not only schemes against the Pillar of Hailocus and the Immortal Divinity in the creator’s hand but places the entire Night Demon Clan and all beings under her rule on the gambling table.

All for that legendary position — "God Above God!"

....

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.

The Old God forces, after reconnaissance, probing, concentrating their forces, preparing logistics, are now poised for a sea battle that is imminent.

Woo woo woo...

Above the original Ten Great Undersea Kingdoms, the sea surface rolled and surged, the wind howled, and clouds converged from all directions.

The gathering of a large number of Kin, Fishmen, and Sea Monsters naturally triggered weather changes.

In fact, the vast region north of the Sunset Desert is usually prone to hurricanes and tornadoes, especially in summer.

Statistics show an average of five tornadoes occur daily, with 1000-2000 tornadoes annually, not just numerous but also strong.

The northern part of the Corridor of Truth even has the nickname "Land of Tornadoes."