The Old Saintess finally broke the silence, her voice low but firm. "With this... the Black Lotus Guild has crossed a threshold no other force in this world can ignore."
Razel nodded stiffly, his jaw tightening. "You’re right. Even the Seven Overlord Forces—those who once looked down on us, those who called us assassins lurking in shadows—they are nothing compared to what we are now."
His eyes glead with ambition, sharp and dangerous. "Our strength now... it rivals the Four God Nation themselves."
Old Saintess looked at him, her gaze heavy with both warning and pride. "For countless centuries, the balance of this world has rested on those four empires. The Phoenix God Nation, the Dragon God Nation, the Tiger God Nation, and the Turtle God Nation—together, they stood as the Four God Nation. But there was a ti, long ago, when the truth was different."
She paused, her voice growing softer, almost reverent. "It was once the Five God Nation. The fifth was the Devil God Nation... until it was destroyed, its legacy buried."
Razel’s aura surged unconsciously, the ground trembling beneath his feet. His voice was low, but it carried the weight of destiny. "And now, with Max’s inheritance... with the evolution of our bloodline, we truly has the power to form the fifth god nation called our Black Dragon Nation. Bringing Four God Nation to its original na Five God Nation."
Old Saintess closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. She could still see Max as a boy in the Lower Domain—radiant, stubborn, unyielding. Now, he stood at the center of a storm that could reshape the entire Middle Domain.
She opened her eyes again, filled with conviction. "Yes... Max has given us the key. The Black Lotus Guild will no longer hide. We will take part in the war against the demons at the front battlefield."
Razel nodded. Evolving every single bloodlines of every mbers of the Black Lotus Guild truly increased their strength to a very high level. And now it was their duty that they fought the war against the demons with their full force.
The runes on the Inheritance Tower dimd, the violent tremors easing into silence. Then, with a low rumble, the great doors parted.
A wave of oppressive aura burst forth. Black flas laced with crimson infernal energy spilled into the sky, staining the very heavens.
Max stepped out.
He didn’t walk—he rose. His figure ascended into the air above the tower, his crimson hair blazing in the glow of chaotic fire, his wings unfolding with terrifying majesty. He hovered there, overlooking the entire hidden city like a sovereign returned to his throne.
At that very mont, every mber of the Black Lotus Guild froze. From the lowest initiate to the highest elder, their bloodlines roared in response to his presence.
It was not subtle. It was overwhelming.
Each of them could feel it—an invisible chain of blood binding their hearts to Max. Their veins burned with recognition, their souls trembling with submission. They knew instinctively: he was no longer just their inheritor. He was their master.
Elder Owen fell to his knees, clutching his chest as his bloodline flared. "This connection... it’s absolute!" he gasped. His body quivered, not with pain, but with awe.
Another assassin staggered, his mask slipping from his face. His voice was shaken as he shouted, "Even the thought—just the thought—of resisting him brings agony to my veins!"
Around the city, countless mbers bowed instinctively. Their minds could not form rebellion. Their hearts could not shape betrayal. The very idea of disloyalty twisted their bloodlines into tornt. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t obedience. It was sothing far deeper.
It was loyalty beyond choice.
Their veins had beco extensions of Max’s will. Their loyalty was etched into their very existence.
The Old Saintess’s eyes glistened as she whispered, "Now I understand... even a whisper of rebellion would tear them apart from within. This isn’t loyalty taught or sworn. This is loyalty carved into the essence of their blood."
Razel’s aura surged uncontrollably as his bloodline bent beneath Max’s presence. His fists trembled, his lips curling into a bitter smile. "He’s beco more than a leader," Razel muttered, staring up at Max’s form in the sky. "He is the Black Lotus Guild itself."
---
From Max’s perspective—
The sensation was unlike anything he had ever known.
When he stepped out of the tower, he felt it imdiately—an ocean of connections flooding into his soul. Threads of blood, millions of them, weaving into him like streams converging into a river.
Each mber of the Black Lotus Guild was linked to him now. He could feel their heartbeats, their breaths, their emotions. Rage, relief, fear, ambition—it all pulsed faintly inside him. He could even sense the exact mont any of them dared to consider betrayal, for the bloodline itself would crush that thought into agony.
He clenched his fist, and thousands of bloodlines quivered at once. The sheer control was absolute, undeniable.
’So this... this is what it ans to command a bloodline.’
It wasn’t just power—it was dominion. He could silence the entire Guild with a thought, or drive them to war with a single word. The loyalty they bore wasn’t theirs anymore. It was his. He had burned it into their essence.
For the first ti, Max understood the phrase Guild Master in its truest sense.
A faint smile touched his lips as he looked down upon them. "I feel all of you," he murmured softly to himself, his voice carrying on the wind. "Your blood, your hearts, your lives... They’re mine now."
The city erupted in a thunderous roar as every Guild mber dropped to one knee, shouting in unison:
"ALL HAIL THE GUILD MASTER!"
Their voices shook the hidden city to its core.
Max’s crimson eyes glowed brighter. For the first ti, the Black Lotus Guild was not just his ally.
They were his army.
"I will give you your first command from . Listen well." Max said his voice reaching each and every single mber of the Black Lotus Guild.
User Comments
0 comments from readers