CHAPTER 508: CHAPTER 387: PROMOTION: TRIPLE DEMONESS

The name Atlas means "bearer, sustainer," and is also the name of a mythical Titan whose duty was to carry the celestial sphere.

Similarly, the first cervical vertebra in the human body is also known as the "atlas," and its Rune is: atlas. The reason is that the atlas supports the human head, a weighty part of the body, just as the Titan Atlas bears the celestial sphere on his shoulders.

Its function is to bridge the divide, elevate the bloodline, and support a non-human Rank.

It is the last and most important of the six Curse Seals of the number 666, and the requirement for the blood used is simple: the stronger the power, the better.

If it weren’t for Byron’s ability to manipulate blood, the Witches would need to find their most trusted person to help cut open the skin at the back of the neck and engrave the Curse Seal onto the cervical bone.

It’s akin to placing one’s life entirely in the hands of another.

Many prospective Witches, even if they have mastered the ritual and obtained enough Sea Monster blood, cannot find a trustworthy aide to help them take this step, and thus delay their progression.

But Violet is undoubtedly very fortunate.

At this moment, as the "Deep Sea Origin" ritual was fully completed,

"Hmm."

A light hum came from the girl’s throat as a wave-like, sea-green light burst from her chest, swiftly enveloping her entire body.

All six major Curse Seals on her body lit up together.

On her left hand was "Profane," sourced from the blood of an Affiliated of the Slumbering God, an octopus warship; on her right foot was "Abyss," from the large-species Sea Monster, the Barnacle Crab;

On her right hand was "Torrent," from a large-species Sea Monster, the ammonite snail; on her left foot was "Greed," originating from the five-headed Demon Dragon transformed from the Heavenly God Itsamna;

On the root of her tongue was "Eloquent Words," from the Blood of Transformation within Byron himself; and the final one, "Atlas," came from a Meis Leviathan Whale of the same path.

All six Curse Seals were connected by the overflowing "Calamity Radiance," all shining brightly, but they were obscured by the National Border Lock covering them, and no one except Byron detected any anomaly.

Violet’s petite body floated upward as if made of water, melting instantaneously and then swiftly reconstituting in liquid form.

The three randomly obtained forms also became fixed within the depths of her bloodline at this moment.

In the first form, her silver hair grew wildly, falling all the way to her slender ankles. Her eyes gleamed a faint blood-red, and behind her, a pair of small, adorable bat wings appeared.

Her figure became even more petite, resembling roughly what Violet would have looked like at sixteen—a doll made of white jade, exquisitely perfect.

This was clearly the "Night Demon" form from Byron, the Prince of Night Demons, which conflicted with no bloodline.

This was followed by a seamless transition to the second form.

The upper half of her body became explosive, rivaling Catherine’s broad and generous bosom; her lower half transformed into a huge fish tail.

However, this was not a conventional Mermaid but rather a Leviathan Whale tail, with smooth, deep blue skin and pale golden luminescent patterns, measuring over five meters in total length.

Water glittered around her, as if she were a majestic Sea Monster Knight.

This second form was clearly that of a supersized "Whale Girl."

Then the transformation continued.

Byron merely glanced at her, and his heart uncontrollably skipped a beat.

THUMP!

This time, there were hardly any changes to her upper body, but along with her slender, delicate legs with their perfect curves, six deep blue octopus tentacles emerged, spreading out elegantly like a skirt.

The third form turned out to be the Tentacle Girl of his dreams!

In disbelief, Byron rubbed his eyes. He was truly beginning to understand the saying about a beauty’s every feature being perfectly to one’s liking.

He was beginning to somewhat understand the sentiments of a "Sailboat Fanatic."

No more uttering those insincere words about "failing to recognize one’s wife’s beauty," he thought.

The "Deep Sea Origin" ritual progressed step by step, and with the final step of bloodline elevation, it was completed in a mere instant.

Violet blushed under Byron’s fervent gaze.

After cycling through the three forms, she quickly returned to her human form, also reshaped by the ritual.

This time, she had evolved from "able to dance in the palm of a hand" to somewhat resembling a twenty-one-year-old "big sister."

Her skin was as pristine and flawless as white jade, unblemished and translucent. Bathed in light, she even appeared semi-translucent and crystalline.

Her waist was slender and her legs long; her proportions were the stuff of comics.

Her complexion remained as icy and exquisitely aloof as ever, but coupled with her increasingly generous curves, she was transformed into a seductively enchanting ultimate Witch in the blink of an eye.

The ultimate sensory contrast of ice and fire seemed to suggest that merely by whispering in someone’s ear, she could effortlessly steal their heart away.

Thus, Violet finally officially ascended to the non-human level of a Third Order Witch.

Moreover, because she had traced back to multiple bloodline origins,

She had now become affiliated with "Slumbering God Kraken," "Rift Whale Leviathan," and "Mother of Creation Lilith."

After transforming, no one could recognize her.

The side effect was: "From now on, she would loathe the vast lands with continental shelves and could not live on the Continent for long periods. Otherwise, she would gradually weaken, revert to an ordinary person, and possibly even die.

If possible, it was best to bathe three times a day to maintain peak strength at all times.

The desert was an absolute forbidden zone for her."

Before the Gash’s black hole engulfed them, Violet transformed back into the five-meter-long Leviathan Whale Girl form and reached out to grab Byron—who, despite being nearly six feet three inches tall, seemed like a child in her arms—holding him against her chest.

Her eyes gleaming brilliantly, she uttered the Calamity Curse:

"Shield!"

A transparent bubble instantly appeared around them, encasing them both.

Using forbidden knowledge of the same path, they resisted the pull of the Gash and finally managed to retreat at high speed, creating distance.

They landed back near the Dragonhead Ship.

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Simultaneously, inside the palace-like vast cabin of the Dragonhead Ship, the atmosphere was gloomy and dismal.

The Deep Sea Clans summoned from various towns were all panic-stricken, facing an imminent disaster, and the remaining four Fourth Order Mythical Creatures also had extremely grim expressions.

"Careful! Steer clear of the Gashes!"

Yemengade, wearing a bone ring, communicated with the Ship Spirit to steer the Warship away from the battlefield where the "Father of the School of Sharks" had gone berserk.

It was one of the Keys to controlling the Legendary Warship, a Seal Ring representing the authority of the first mate, subordinate only to the Captain’s Seal Ring held by Dagon.

Centuries ago, their ancestors were Priests of Iron Anchor Bay, a position passed down through generations.

On a mission authorized by the Pirate King at the time, they stumbled upon a Secret Realm connected to the Slumbering God’s Dream Realm. Dagon, their leader, was beguiled by the Old God.

The Pirate King had just passed away, leaving a vacuum in the kingship of the Harrold Family. They seized the opportunity to abscond with a hoard of treasures—including the Legendary Warship and the Deity Mask—and fled Iron Anchor Bay with their families.

After arriving in the southern seas, they not only named the equatorial current the "Serpent of the World · Celestial Current" but also, through a Blue Hole that appeared unexpectedly, found themselves on the Southern Continent.

With Iron Anchor Bay far away and the Pirate King’s successor unable to reach them, the actual ownership of the Warship naturally fell into their hands.

The Deep Dive Church, devoted to the "Slumbering God Kraken," had many branches, but not all were Bayfolk Descendants.

There were branches on the continents at the end of the Second Circulation Belt within the Sea of Monsters.

It was precisely because of this Legendary Warship that they could dominate the Church’s interests on the Southern Continent.

Now, the Legendary Warship was being attacked on both sides: by the "Collectibles Fleet" led by the "Phantom Bottle," and the "Phantom Fleet" led by the "King Edward."

Especially the "King Edward," which had just appeared, was far more powerful than it had displayed in the shipwreck graveyard.

Its combat power assessment was probably just below that of a Fifth-order Legend.

Outnumbered and under attack, the Legendary Warship was already in a precarious state.

"Charge! Board them! Take the ship! Kill them all!"

BOOM!

A loud bang resounded as the mountainous Ghost Battleship collided harshly with the side of the Dragonhead Ship.

To avoid damaging the Warship, a group of Undead Sailors on board, screaming wildly, descended from the sky with ropes in hand.

Fortunately, the Legendary Warship, the "Dragonhead Ship · Hall of Valor," had a spatially expanded feature similar to the Hall of Valor itself.

The cabins inside the ship grew progressively larger and more complex.

It was a pipe dream for the attackers to break into the Captain’s cabin and seize the Key in such a short time.

But the Deep Sea Clan members defending the Warship had all been drawn out by the enemy. Even Tyr, the God of War, and Eton, the God of Youth, exchanged glances before one said in a deep voice:

"The Warship must not fall into enemy hands! We’ll join the fight and drive them all back into the sea!"

In the blink of an eye, only Yemengade and Goddess Freya, the highest-ranked among them, remained in the vast cabin.

Before long, a hybrid creature—part man, part frog, part fish—ran into the cabin in a fluster, heading straight for Yemengade, who was in charge.

When it was about seven steps away from him, it screamed miserably:

"It’s terrible! Dagon... he’s been killed!"

"What?!"

Yemengade was immediately shocked to his core and stood up abruptly.

But at that moment,

The Deep Sea Affiliated shook his hands, and two large-caliber revolvers with rose patterns appeared in them. He aimed at his old friend Yemengade’s head and pulled the triggers.

BANG! BANG!

Freya, positioned behind Yemengade, silently raised her war halberd, aiming for his back. Don’t blame me. It’s just... the Master’s mission, she thought.