Stronger with Crimson Modifier

Chapter 458: Chapter 363: God of the Human World (1)

On one side of the room.

A young woman with a sallow complexion sat slumped on the floor, her face stained with tears. She scrambled backward in terror, as if a ferocious beast stood before her.

Soon, her back hit the cold wall, and she could move no further.

She looked up, her vision blurred by tears. Her gaze, filled with dread, fell upon the figure before her as she began to beg.

"Please, I’ll be good..."

But faced with the young woman’s desperate pleas,

Jerald remained completely unmoved.

He released the desiccated corpse he was holding, and it fell to the floor with a heavy THUD.

The dull sound made the young woman, cowering in the corner, flinch violently.

Jerald swallowed the blood in his mouth.

A faint flush rose to his pale face. He glanced at the young woman and reached out a hand.

Instantly, the young woman’s body flew uncontrollably from the floor into Jerald’s grasp.

In that moment, an unbearable feeling of suffocation washed over her. The young woman’s face turned crimson, and her legs kicked wildly.

She desperately tried to pry Jerald’s hand away, but it was all in vain.

Watching the young woman struggle, a sick, ecstatic smile spread across Jerald’s face.

He loved to torture beings weaker than himself, to watch them squirm in fear and struggle. It brought him immense pleasure.

He licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the young woman’s delicate neck. A red light flared in his pupils, fangs grew from his mouth, and he was just about to drain her of her blood.

Just then, as if sensing something, Jerald’s expression suddenly changed.

His gaze shifted to the side.

A small, blood-red figurine that had been sitting there suddenly began to move, its body emitting a faint red glow that pointed in a specific direction.

Immediately after, the figurine burst through the window and flew outside.

Seeing this, Jerald’s pale face was instantly overcome with ecstasy.

"That bastard’s finally out."

At the same time, he breathed a long sigh of relief inwardly.

Ever since the target’s aura was last cut off, his Blood Origin Technique had shown no reaction for days.

The problem was, he had taken the Hundred-Faced Vermilion Fruit and sworn an oath to Lord Kaius, guaranteeing he would find the target.

Left with no choice, he had to extract his own blood essence every three days to perform the Blood Origin Technique and track the man’s whereabouts.

If not for the residual power of the Hundred-Faced Vermilion Fruit in his body, he would have been completely drained long ago.

Even so, after so many days, he had reached his limit and was forced to rely on drinking the blood of ordinary people to sustain himself.

These past few days, he had been living a life worse than a dog’s.

Today, the ordeal was finally over.

At this thought, Jerald’s fingers tightened, their tips piercing the flesh and sinking into the young woman’s neck.

In a single instant, all the blood was drawn from her body, and she was reduced to a withered skeleton.

Once this was done, his figure transformed into a streak of flowing light and shot out of the room.

Meanwhile, seven figures appeared outside, obviously drawn by the commotion. Kaius was among them.

"My lord, that bastard has appeared!"

Jerald said with a savage grin.

’That damn bastard made me pay such a heavy price,’ he thought. ’I’ll break all four of his limbs and watch him die in agony. Only then will my hatred be sated.’

"So he’s finally shown himself? The damn mutt made us waste all this time!"

"Find that bastard. Don’t let him die too easily."

"That’s right. Make the damn thing wish he were dead."

The moment Jerald finished speaking, several of the Celestial Kings following Kaius chimed in, their words showing they held their target in utter contempt.

This wasn’t mere arrogance; given their lineup and power, failure was practically impossible.

They could even hunt down and kill a Desolate God at the peak of Tier Four.

Unless that person had reached Tier Five... but how could that be possible?

Evolvers who reached the Tier Four Celestial King Level were already exceedingly rare in the world. Those qualified to enter Tier Five were even rarer—one in a million.

In all these years, the four great Theater Commands only had four Tier Five powerhouses in total.

Hearing this, Kaius’s gaze grew even colder.

"Enough. You don’t need to tell me that. I’ll make him understand that even death is a luxury!"

As they spoke, the group followed the small, blood-red figurine forward.

However, after flying for just over ten kilometers, Jerald’s expression at the side of the group suddenly changed drastically.

He came to a halt, and the swiftly flying blood-red figurine also stopped in mid-air.

Seeing this, before Kaius could even speak, a Celestial King with black dreadlocks and dark skin, who was on poor terms with Jerald, sneered.

"Jerald, are you worth a damn or not? Don’t tell us the target’s aura has disappeared again!"

The others said nothing, but their gazes also turned to Jerald.

Their eyes held a trace of dissatisfaction.

In response, Jerald ignored the dreadlocked man’s taunt, his expression filled with astonishment and confusion.

"No, I didn’t lose him this time. He’s right here, nearby."

The moment he finished speaking, everyone’s expression changed dramatically.

In that instant, a terrifying pressure, like a towering mountain, came crashing down on them.

The bodies of the group, who had been flying in mid-air, suddenly froze.

Then, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, they plummeted from hundreds of meters in the air.

Their immense momentum smashed them into the ground, carving out massive craters.

Fortunately, they were all Tier Four Celestial King Level Evolvers with exceptionally sturdy bodies. Aside from looking disheveled, none of them were smashed to death by the fall.

"*Cough, cough*... Who might you be, sir? I am Kaius, son of the leader of the Western Theater Command. If we have caused any offense, I hope you can forgive us!"