This world has never had perfect heroes.
After Duncan tore off the pegasus wings from Baal’s body, this legendary hero began to change. The magnificent sea dragon leather armor on him gradually beca mottled and faded, and streaks of rust-colored crimson began to seep through. The treasured sword in his hand seed to have sprouted flesh, and the snakehead on the shield absorbed blood and turned into a living creature, hissing and ready to bite Duncan’s neck.
Bang!
Duncan directly grabbed the ferocious crimson snakehead, twisting it into a knot, then smashed it into pieces with a punch.
The skin on Baal’s body began to fall off in patches.
At first, he was the image of a young and handso Legendary Hero, but now, his human-like skin peeled away like paint, revealing the dark red, sculpture-like flesh underneath. His youthful face quickly aged, no longer resembling a man in his twenties, but rather an old man in his fifties or sixties.
Yet the aura around him grew ever stronger!
In the god’s eye view of the Dinsion Space, Baal’s five-star golden mark gradually transford into a five-star blood-colored mark.
"What’s going on?"
Hegel’s expression was shocked; Baal’s transformation was beyond his expectations.
With an expressionless face, Duncan stepped back and watched as the blood continuously flowed back into Baal’s body, saying in a deep voice: "Blood ritual, blood feast, Dark Ages, ans of the Primordial Divine Spirits."
According to legend, in his later years, Baal gradually indulged in past glories. He ordered the construction of a statue in his honor and the compilation of his story into an epic to be spread worldwide, but other places simply paid no heed. The local Legendary Heroes were already too nurous to sing about, who would care about a small Legendary Hero from Trit Island?
In the end, his legend was limited to overseas regions; the most heard of on the Golden Coast, but people would not pass on his story.
After death, Baal indulged in blood rituals and blood feasts. He was unwilling to fade away, unwilling to die.
He sought to beco a god or possess Divine-like Power.
But his achievents were insufficient to gather strong faith and worship. With just a handful of island residents, it was extrely difficult to maintain the immortality of a Heroic Spirit, so he ultimately chose the oldest thod, the blood ritual.
The blood ritual is a combination of grace and power, inspiring both worship and fear, and absorbs the life and soul energy offered in sacrifice.
But indulging in the blood ritual is like a monster eating a human.
A monster eats humans, increasing its mana.
When so things begin, everything changes.
At this mont, Storm Eira looked grave, slowly saying: "He doesn’t want to die; he wants immortality."
In the Storm Islands, there is no shortage of such people, even if they were once Legendary Heroes.
Duncan said plainly: "He desires immortality without having immortal deeds."
"Even a legendary hero, when facing death, becos a cowardly monster afraid to die."
In normal circumstances.
If Baal faced it calmly, after his death, he could still exist for a long ti, sowhat similar to a ghostly life, existing in a form close to a Heroic Spirit, eventually decaying and fading, leaving behind a localized story in this world.
But he still craved everything in the mortal world, clearly lacking the achievents and legends to ascend as a god, yet he forcibly lingered in the world.
"When you were still alive."
"You possessed powerful strength, a vigorous body, and endless energy."
"But you abandoned your ambitions, settled for comfort, secluded yourself, and stopped fighting in those turbulent tis."
With an expressionless face, Duncan said: "Since you have already enjoyed the splendor of the world as a King."
"Then why, when faced with death, did you suddenly beco unwilling?"
A ridiculous and tragic Legendary Hero.
In his pri, he indulged in power, wealth, and beauty, no longer striving for immortal achievents and glory, and only when nearing death did he start pursuing divine immortality, even seeking the power of the Dark Ages.
Of such Legendary Heroes, he killed as many as he found.
"What do you know!!!"
"Mortal!"
Baal’s corpse slowly rose up. He had beco like a blood-soaked statue, with all the skin peeled away. He lifted the giant sword in his hand, which was soaked in blood, and the shield in his hand seed like a living sea serpent, hissing loudly.
The Legendary Hero glared at Duncan, roaring: "In that era, everywhere were the Divine Sons and Divine Descendants walking among mortals!"
"Do you think I didn’t want to pursue immortal achievents and glory?"
"But that was rely courting death."
——Baal (Blood Ritual) (Divine-like Power) (Hatred) (Heretic) (Blood-colored five-star)!
As he waved the giant sword in his hand.
Across the entire square, the blood-like mud coalesced into human forms. These were his forr Bale warriors, so with curved swords and shields as Jungle Warriors, others with Stone Throwers, and various overseas warriors.
"So what?"
Duncan looked at Hegel, who was silent and seemingly lost in thought, and coolly said: "Since he didn’t dare to fight then, he should calmly embrace death now."
According to legend, Baal had a trace of Banshee blood.
If not for his unwillingness, this should have been a spectacular legend story, the pinnacle of what a mortal could achieve.
Glory, achievents, beauty, adventure, marrying a princess, becoming a king, prosperous descendants, enjoying a peaceful old age, and so on.
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