Chapter 773 Overcoming Instinct!

"...Should I come?"

Prince Szijjártó suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned around abruptly and looked at Aleister beside him in surprise.

The corners of Aleister's mouth rose slightly, and his pupils, as dark red as red wine, rippled: "What else, Your Highness?

"——Xingti has already come to this point. You don't think you can still stay out of trouble, do you?"

She could tell at a glance that Szijjártó had never killed anyone.

For the original prince, this level of kindness was nothing. On the contrary, it could be considered a virtue.

But when the Son of the Moon had already made up his mind to usurp the throne, he still did not dare to kill people or his enemies. That can only be called weakness.

—Not nearly as good as Isabel.

This thought came to Aleister's mind.

If it were Isabel, she would definitely be strong in the face of hatred and crisis - let alone killing people, she would have no problem even stepping directly into the front line of the battlefield.

Because in another world line, this is how she became the real "Iron Queen".

At this moment, Aleister's emotions were boiling, like a student about to start their winter break. She reached out and held down Prince Szijjártó, who was clearly resisting, and gradually lifted his hand, murmuring softly, "What are you still hesitating about? They are your enemies, rebels who want to imprison you. They are already guilty of capital crimes, but you are executing them early."

"It's because I'm here that you're safe. But I can't always follow you and protect you... After all, I don't belong here, nor do I belong to Xingti."

"I……"

Prince Szijjártó bit his lip, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Yeah...what am I hesitating about?

His hands gradually relaxed their resistance, and Aleister slowly lifted him up, pointing the muzzle of the gun at the forehead of the guard, who was shaking slightly and had lifeless eyes.

And then, Aleister let go of his hand.

He looked at Aleister with some surprise and hesitation.

Aleister just raised his eyebrows: "Why are you looking at me? Are you looking at the questions?

"I say - you don't still want me to teach you how to kill, do you? Are you usually so dependent on your mother? Then go ask the Queen of the Moon, she might take you to drink blood. Or do you need me to be your mother and feed you, Your Highness?"

"……No."

Facing the sarcastic Aleister, Prince Szijjártó bit his lip hard and licked the blood from the corner of his lips.

He was silent for a moment, then whispered in a slightly hoarse voice, "I just... wasn't mentally prepared yet."

"Then let me see your mental preparation."

Aleister said leisurely.

--Bang!

The next moment, flames spurted out of the muzzle.

Prince Szijjártó had no control over the gun at all—or rather, he underestimated the aftereffect of the gun.

He held the gun with one hand, his posture, though handsome, completely unorthodox. The aftereffects of the blow nearly broke his wrist, sending the muzzle careening into the wall. The ejected bullet instantly ricocheted back, glancing off his temple.

The bullet grazed the man's ear, and the intense pain woke him up instantly.

Looking at the other person's pupils that were quickly clearing, Prince Szijjártó's heart suddenly began to beat violently. He felt his eardrums bulging, and the sounds outside became muffled.

In fear and tension, he endured the severe pain in his wrist, held the pistol tightly with both hands against his chest, and fired repeatedly!

The first two shots nearly missed—one in the shoulder, the second in the arm. The third finally hit the abdomen.

However, this non-weakness injury is not fatal to the third-level extraordinary person. Instead, it helps the other party to wake up completely.

The opponent's pupils instantly turned deep purple, and he let out a frantic roar like a wolf's howl. His body instantly expanded, his skin turning a deep purple with bulging blood vessels, drool dripping from his skin, while the bony ridges on the outside of his arms protruded and transformed into sharp blades.

——This is a demon!

When in a seriously injured state, he will unseal the demon in his body and use the materialized demonic tissue to fill his damaged body, achieving a terrifying state of fusion with the demon in a short period of time!

Prince Szijjártó took two steps back in panic, his fractured right hand hanging down, holding the gun, while his left hand was frantically groping for something at his waist - he seemed to want to take something off, but he couldn't find it.

The mad demon recovered his health in just an instant - although he had lost most of his sanity, he still instinctively bypassed Aleister and pounced on Prince Szijjártó, pressing him heavily against the opposite wall despite being hit by two bullets!

Prince Szijjártó's spear fell to the ground from the blow, and the bag hanging from his waist was shredded, the bottles and jars inside scattered all over the floor. The demon aimed a punch at Prince Szijjártó's abdomen!

With just one blow, Prince Szijjártó immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

The demon released him, allowing Prince Szijjártó to slide slowly downwards, then clenched his fist and wanted to hit him on the chin!

But at this moment, the fingertips of Szijjártó's left hand trembled slightly for a moment, as if twitching. One of the medicine bottles on the ground instantly emitted a dim yellow glow, then turned into powder.

In just a moment, the demon with clenched fists was covered with a thick rock shell.

He simply clenched his fist and stretched his right arm backwards - before he even stretched it to the limit, his body instantly froze in this position!

This is the petrification potion.

When an alchemist uses an alchemical potion, he or she does not need to take it or throw it away, but can directly use the power in the potion to cast spells.

The potion that can instantly petrify a transformed third-level demon in less than one tenth of a second is obviously not something that Prince Szijjártó can make on his own.

This must have been the work of a Level 5 Balancer! It must have been Prince Szijjártó's alchemy teacher...

Prince Szijjártó was seen spitting out blood while slightly moving his left hand. Two bottles of potion shook and turned into crystal powder, followed by a green glow.

Szijjártó's complexion improved almost instantly, and he slowly stood up with the help of the wall.

At this time, Aleister still stood there motionless.

Prince Szijjártó didn't ask Aleister "Why are you just standing there watching?"

He just gasped for breath while staring at the petrified demon, his face showing a complex expression that kept changing.

“…I was negligent.”

It took a long time before he finally caught his breath.

The first thing he said after he could speak was an apology: "I underestimated them... They are so vulnerable in front of you, but it doesn't mean I can look down on them.

"I'll remember this lesson, Lord Aleister."

Before he knew it, the "Miss Aleister" that Szijjártó was referring to became "Lord Aleister".

The look he gave Aleister changed from fear to respect.

Before he was actually attacked, he even thought that Aleister's methods were a bit cruel... But after he was really punched in the head by the demon, his mind instantly became clear.

They were not weaklings, but true traitors. They were not his own people, but enemies who could and were willing to take his life.

And now I have completely broken away from my noble status and stable life in the past.

Rather, it is better to say that his identity has now become a shackle, a weakness, and... a fatal old wound.

"—Just deserve a beating."

Aleister walked over slowly, with a hint of laughter in his voice: "A beating will make him behave himself.

"A bottle of precious alchemical potion and a beating in exchange for this lesson... I don't think you deserved it."

"……yes."

Szijjártó nodded slightly to Aleister, bowed, and his voice became low and rational: "I remember..."

As he spoke, he bent down and picked up the potions one by one and put them back into the bag around his waist.

Finally, he held a tube of dim yellow ointment in his hand. It looked only slightly larger than a lipstick, like a thin and small glass test tube, with something like cod liver oil flowing inside.

Szijjártó held it tightly, then suddenly threw it towards the petrified sculpture!

The potion bottle suddenly shattered, turning into powder in mid-air. It then emitted a brilliant, dim yellow light, enveloping the stone statue.

Under the shining light, the stone statue gradually crumbled and turned into dust. Finally, just like the reagent bottle on the ground turned into white crystal powder, it turned into a thin sand.

"Does using alchemy to kill people make you proud?"

Aleister said quietly from the side.

"……Won't."

Szijjártó was silent for a moment, then faced the question and replied, “But it will make me more confident.

"—Confident that I'm not incapable of killing. I just need to overcome my cowardly instincts... I can do it, too."

"If you put this on Xingti, it's really ridiculous."

Aleister chuckled and shook his head slightly.

While suppressing the evil thoughts and impatience that were growing stronger in her heart, she waved her hand lightly and said, "Go in and tell your good friend - you are here to save him."

Aleister leaned against the wall, eyes slightly closed as if a little tired. Like a rose in full bloom.

The corridor on the ground was covered with blood, but her shoes and skirt were not stained at all.

She took a deep breath - the damp blood in the air made her teeth itch.

...I really want to suck blood.

Wants to suck Aiwas' blood.

Thinking of this, Aleister's pupils became even redder.

She felt her head hurting more and more, and the strong feeling of hunger and thirst made her stomach seem to be cramping - she felt like she could eat a cow raw!

I really want to suck blood...

I really want to make love...

I really want to kill someone...

I really want to...

Aleister hugged his left arm and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and silently enduring the increasingly chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Suddenly, Aleister opened his eyes in confusion.

For some reason, the chaotic thoughts in her mind suddenly disappeared for a short time.

Her emerald green pupils had regained their clarity.

Not knowing whether that chaotic and crazy feeling would come back - taking advantage of the brief period of rationality, Aleister suddenly bit his thumb.

It's not biting the nails, it's biting directly through the bones!

In intense pain, she chewed her bones with a crunching sound, and her eyes gradually became more and more purple, making her pupils gradually reflect a violet color.

A strong desire to win made Aleister finally face up to the terrible instincts of the Moon Child, instead of considering it as common sense that "it should be this way."

——I will defeat the evil instincts of this child of the moon.

If he can't even overcome his own corrupt nature, how can he possibly defeat the Fallen Angels?

(End of this chapter)