CHAPTER 53: STORMWIND POWER

"Boom! Boom!"

Terrifyingly intense pressure appeared, forcibly compressing the entire magic circle several inches down.

This made Carlos’s eyelids twitch like crazy. Fortunately, the magic circle’s suppression kept this terrifying aura completely contained within it.

Otherwise, if it spread out, it would definitely cause a major disaster.

The reappeared phantom of the Stormwind Feathered Serpent God was like a terrifying blazing sun, its shocking light and heat overwhelming the souls of living beings.

Carlos continued his low chanting, maintaining the blood-bone connection ritual.

Suddenly, several weird chains shot up from the ground at the bone position, instantly wrapping and binding the Stormwind Feathered Serpent God phantom.

The Stormwind Feathered Serpent God phantom sensed danger and let out a high-pitched cry, beginning to struggle like hell.

The terrifying aura compressed the ground another few inches, but it was useless.

The weird chains ignored the feathered serpent god phantom’s struggles and directly pierced into its core—those crimson-gold wing bones!

The moment they pierced through, the serpent god phantom let out a blood-curdling wail, then dissolved like a bubble and vanished.

More weird chains pierced into the crimson-gold wing bones.

These wing bones that symbolized eternity and were untouched by the passage of time actually began shrinking and melting under the effect of the weird chains...

Until they became a single drop of crimson-gold liquid, within which a feathered serpent god could faintly be heard hissing.

After this drop of crimson-gold essence liquid appeared, Carlos became even more careful, and the tone of his mysterious language suddenly changed.

This drop of essence liquid transformed from the crimson-gold wing bones seemed to be guided by a mysterious force, slowly falling onto Carlos’s back...

Burning! Pain! Agony!

Indescribable torture washed over Carlos’s soul, but he didn’t dare let up at all, continuing his low chanting...

"Now’s the time!"

Sensing the right moment had arrived, Carlos immediately activated the blank rune symbolizing a skill point from the depths of his soul, making it collide head-on with the crimson wing bone essence liquid invading his body!

"Boom!"

The moment they made contact, winds howled in the depths of his soul.

The mysterious energy symbolizing the crimson-gold wing bone essence seemed to find an outlet, continuously pouring into the blank skill rune...

As time passed, the blank skill rune slowly manifested the outline of a pair of crimson-gold bone wings from nothing...

Until the crimson-gold liquid was completely absorbed.

The blank skill rune underwent complete transformation, becoming a crimson-gold bone wing rune that radiated the terrifying majesty of the Stormwind Feathered Serpent God...

At the same time, in the outside world, Carlos stopped his chanting, his voice pumped:

"Success!"

After briefly sensing, Carlos began to get a handle on the abilities of these bone wings.

In his mind, information flashed across his status panel.

[Successfully created unknown spirit skill]

After a moment’s thought, Carlos came up with a name.

"Name: Crimson Gold Feathered Serpent Wings"

Simple and to the point.

[Crimson Gold Feathered Serpent Wings (Max Level): A powerful spirit skill born from using the mysterious blood-bone connection magic circle to extract the essence of Stormwind Feathered Serpent God bone wings, then absorbing and transforming it.]

[Special Enhancement: Stormwind]

[Stormwind: Inherits a trace of the Stormwind Feathered Serpent God’s remaining storm essence, can manipulate stormwinds. Stormwind power intensity depends on spiritual level.]

With a thought, activating the crimson-gold bone wing rune in the depths of his soul, Carlos immediately felt an itching sensation on his back.

"Rip!"

Spiritual energy gathered, and a pair of crimson-gold bone wings quickly grew from his back, spreading to a full 20 feet wide.

The elegant crimson-gold bone structure, ice-cold wing bones gleaming with cold light, radiated a terrifying aura from ancient times.

Elegant! Mysterious! Powerful!

Carlos immediately felt his body become way lighter. His wings flapped slightly.

"Whoosh!"

His entire body was lifted by the power of wind, effortlessly hovering in mid-air.

"The power to manipulate stormwinds!"

The crimson-gold bone wings flapped again, and spiritual energy within his body surged out!

Intense hurricane winds howled, blowing debris around the cave and sending it crashing into the pink crystals, which shattered like thunder.

"Extremely powerful, but the energy drain is pretty steep."

Carlos stopped. In just those few seconds, a third of the spiritual energy in his body had been consumed.

Circling in mid-air several times, Carlos’s figure moved sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly.

"Flying at minimum speed uses almost no spiritual energy.

The faster the speed, the more spiritual energy gets burned."

After simple testing, Carlos reached this conclusion.

Testing complete, he landed and retracted his crimson-gold bone wings.

Walking out of the cave, it happened to be noon with bright sunshine. Looking around, wildflowers bloomed brilliantly with bees and butterflies dancing together.

This made Carlos, having nailed his goal, feel even more stoked.

"Time to go home!"

After just a moment of appreciation, Carlos cut off any lingering attachment.

Getting into the Iron Palanquin, swaying back and forth, he was carried down the mountain by the Purple Thornblade Skeleton Guards...

...

After several days of travel, Carlos returned to Ember City once again.

"What’s all this about?"

Passing through the largest square in the inner city—Ember Square—Carlos discovered that during the days he’d been away, a massive circular building had appeared in Ember Square.

Tons of craftsmen were busy working inside, and many Psionics were voluntarily helping with the final finishing work.

After wondering about it for a while, Carlos shrugged and forgot about the whole thing.

It was just another building—nothing worth getting worked up about.

Returning to the Valois mansion, it was already evening time, just in time for dinner.

The brother and sister rarely had a chance to eat together, and servants continuously brought out dishes.

"This is your favorite Kess River Fang Fish. Try it and see how it tastes."

Iris, like every year, pushed a carefully prepared dish in front of Carlos.

Kess River Fang Fish—this was what she considered Carlos’s favorite dish. It was also the only dish among all these that she had made personally.