Twisted Dreams-Chapter 339 - 408: The Terrifying Artist
As soon as these words were spoken, the few people present froze as if struck by lightning.
Theoretically speaking, transforming a Demon Club member into a vampire is possible.
Because Demon Club members are not only demons but also humans.
If a Demon Club member is transformed into a vampire, there’s a good chance they would have vampire powers on top of their existing Demon Power.
Yet, no one has ever tried.
Because everyone feels that it’s very dangerous and could likely lead to death!
For demons, the intuition about life and death is not as simple as metaphysics.
It’s instinct.
Just like Xie Qilin said, a person can have a maximum of four talents, which are akin to pieces of a demon’s puzzle. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
After becoming a vampire, it’s like gaining the vampire’s four talents on top of the existing ones.
Even someone like Su Yutang, who has only one talent, would be uncertain of what might happen if suddenly endowed with four more talents.
Yang Xiao finished speaking, knelt on one knee, his eyes alight with fervor, lips curling into a maniacal grin:
"I want to try."
Liu Yuanyuan and Liu Mengmeng stared at Yang Xiao in shock.
Is this guy courting death?
Joking around with the Apostle?
Liu Yuanyuan and Liu Mengmeng both hoped Yang Xiao was joking.
Only Yang Xiao knew how serious he was.
Only with stronger power can he create more exquisite artworks.
Moreover, he craves vampire power.
Because only vampire power would allow him to truly savor his artworks.
Zhang Shi’ai cast a playful glance at Yang Xiao, folded her arms, and crossed her legs.
Her slender legs in black stockings and high heels rested lightly on Yang Xiao’s shoulder.
She spoke in a seductive tone:
"Alright, if you survive, I’ll give you some rewards."
If Yang Xiao dies, it would be a pity, but no one cares.
Yang Xiao’s actions were for the fun of it, and it also serves as a trial run for the Demon Club members.
To test if Demon members can accept vampire power.
If Yang Xiao survives, Zhang Shi’ai, the Enchanting Demon, would surely be interested in him.
Yang Xiao reached for the beautiful leg resting on his shoulder, inhaling greedily:
"Thank you, Lord Apostle, for fulfilling my wish."
His eyes lacked lust; his behavior was purely ’a rogue acting the part’.
Zhang Shi’ai frowned slightly, gave Yang Xiao a kick, and spoke to Liu Yuanyuan and Liu Mengmeng:
"Which one of you will go?"
Liu Yuanyuan and Liu Mengmeng exchanged glances, pondered for a moment, and then crouched down on either side of Yang Xiao.
Their fangs protruded as they bit into Yang Xiao’s pale neck.
As time passed, Liu Yuanyuan and Liu Mengmeng rose and wiped the blood from their lips.
This transformation consumed a significant amount of their Spiritual Power.
This kind of Spiritual Power consumption is permanent.
Zhang Shi’ai rested her chin in her hand, staring unblinkingly at Yang Xiao, eager to see what changes he would undergo.
A thick Dark Power emanated from Yang Xiao.
He suddenly raised his head, his body twisting unnaturally, his face turning beet red, like the color of pig liver. His veins writhed like worms on his forehead.
"Uh..."
Yang Xiao let out a sound that seemed a hybrid of pain and pleasure.
He felt his Sea of Consciousness was about to be torn apart.
The pain was absolutely unbearable for a human.
It felt as if thousands of knives were rampaging inside his brain, and as if someone was using filthy hands to ravage his brain.
This kind of pain could easily drive Yang Xiao into madness akin to Xie Qilin’s, losing rationality.
A voice in his mind told him.
"Don’t resist, sleep, sleep and it won’t hurt."
Li Yang had experienced this sensation.
When he acquired his ’Heart Demon’ power, he realized he couldn’t withstand this pain.
So he gave the ’Heart Demon’ power to the Tree of Human Essence, letting it choose a suitable master for the ’Heart Demon’ power.
"Are you okay?"
Seeing Yang Xiao in this state, Zhang Shi’ai couldn’t help but ask.
"Uh... ha— ha—"
Yang Xiao held his head, trembling, and when he raised his head, Zhang Shi’ai saw the most unforgettable expression she had ever witnessed!
Amid madness and chaos, there was a kind of indescribable sanity.
Yang Xiao grinned wildly, his arms spread wide:
"Awesome! Ultimate pain is the source of artistic inspiration!"
He looked at the sisters Liu Yuanyuan and Liu Mengmeng:
"I’m tempted to call you mother more and more.
But don’t even think about it!"
A vampire’s ’father’ and ’mother’ have natural dominion over their offspring.
For unknown reasons, Yang Xiao rejected this ’bloodline suppression’.
Perhaps because he is a unique demon.
After all, Yang Xiao survived the vampire transformation.
He is a super anomaly with eight talents.
It may also be because Yang Xiao’s willpower surpassed everyone’s imagination.
Now he must endure the terrifying pain brought by the Sea of Consciousness at every moment.
This pain can easily drive a person mad, into despair.
But, Yang Xiao embraced it.
This is a terrifying monster-like willpower.
For Yang Xiao, pain is also an art.
"I can’t wait to try my power."
With that, Yang Xiao spread a pair of vampire wings, burst through the window, and flew outside.
Liu Yuanyuan and Liu Mengmeng were appalled.
Walking in the sun as a vampire is asking for death, isn’t it?
They quickly ran to the window, looking at the figure flying in the sunlight.
Sure enough, flames had erupted on Yang Xiao’s body.
A vampire in the sun is self-immolation.
Daylight does not allow the child of night to run rampant during its rule.
Yang Xiao’s body underwent change again.
On the pair of vampire wings, a layer of rotten flesh gradually climbed.
This is the Corpse Demon King’s ’Corpse Refining Skill’.
The layer of necrotic flesh shielded him from direct sunlight, preventing the vampire body from being scorched.
Zhang Shi’ai saw this and squinted her eyes slightly.
This demon Yang Xiao will one day possess power not belonging to the Apostles.
After all, upon reaching Tier Four, he will have eight talents.
...
Imperial Capital, outskirts.
The area has been sealed off by the Security Bureau.
Ordinary people don’t know a fierce battle is occurring here.
Zhang Xiaoyi’s Daoist robe was dirty, his brows knitted tight.
Wei Ming leaned on his sword, kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, his head’s bandage oozing blood.
Ye Fan looked pale, holding a trembling Mother Talisman.
The safety administrators were on high alert.
Xie Qilin had utterly succumbed to darkness, barely retaining a human shape.
The Ghost Arm dragged on the ground, fangs protruded from his mouth, the Ghost Eye on his forehead shimmered with excitement, while the eyes below lay despondent.
A rich Ghost Qi was repairing his body’s damage, the Eight-foot Bride’s final gentleness.
"Eat, eat, eat..."
Xie Qilin kept muttering ’eat’.
He wanted to devour the administrators, and feast within the Imperial Capital city.
All living souls were ingredients now on Xie Qilin’s menu.
He ventured ever deeper into the path of madness.
Cao Yi’s face was grave; he was the bureau chief, couldn’t easily step into battle.
But under the circumstances, he had to uphold the Heart Scale.
At this moment, hysterical laughter echoed from the sky.
"Hahahahaha.... Xie Qilin, you’ll make a splendid artwork!"
Xie Qilin looked up.
It was that guy from the Demon Club who fancied himself an artist.
He used to fear the Demon Club somewhat, but with his newfound strength, he didn’t care as much.
"Demon Club, don’t interfere."
Xie Qilin’s voice was indistinctly gendered, but chillingly sinister.
Yang Xiao touched the mask on his face, responding coldly:
"Ever been told, everything in the Extraordinary World belongs under Demon Club’s control.
One of the attributes of Demon Club is suppressing evil, preventing guys like you from disturbing mortal peace."
When the Demon Club was created, members believed that it was a force established by Death God in the mortal realm, aimed at maintaining peace.
Yang Xiao didn’t know if ’maintaining mortal peace’ was heartfelt or just a dignified excuse for managing the mortal realm.
It was all the same to him, Yang Xiao only pursued his art, eager for a good fight.
