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Chapter 966: Chapter 329: Conquering Instinct!

“…Should I do it?”

Prince Xiyaldo suddenly opened his eyes wide, turning sharply to look at Aleister beside him in astonishment.

Aleister’s lips curved slightly upwards, her crimson eyes rippling: “Otherwise, Your Highness?

“—Star Antimony has come to this point, don’t you think you can remain unscathed?”

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

For the former His Royal Highness the Prince, such a degree of kindness was inconsequential. It could even be considered a virtue.

But now that the Queen, Son of the Moon, had resolved to seize the throne, still being afraid to kill or to take the lives of his own enemies, could only be considered weakness.

—Not nearly as distant as Isabel.

This thought surfaced in Aleister’s mind.

If it were Isabel, she would definitely toughen up in the face of hatred and crisis—not to mention killing, even stepping directly into the frontline of battle would definitely be no problem.

Because in another timeline, she had become the true “Iron-Blooded Queen”.

At this moment, the emotions within Aleister’s heart were nearly boiling, excited as if she was about to start a long vacation. She reached out her hand to the visibly resisting Prince Xiyaldo, gradually lifting his hand, while whispering softly: “What are you hesitating for? They are your enemies, the rebels who want to imprison you. They deserve death, you’re merely executing it ahead of time.

“It’s because I’m here that you haven’t met disaster. But I can’t always follow you and protect you… I ultimately don’t belong here, nor do I belong to Star Antimony.”

“I…”

Prince Xiyaldo bit his lip, his eyes filled with a touch of confusion.

Right… what am I hesitating about?

His hand gradually relaxed its resistance, raised slowly by Aleister’s support, the barrel of the gun pointing towards the forehead of the guardsman, who was trembling slightly, his eyes vacant.

Then, Aleister released her hand.

He looked a bit shocked and hesitant as he turned to Aleister.

Aleister just raised her eyebrows slightly: “Why are you looking at me? Solving a test?

“I mean — don’t tell me you still want me to hold your hand and teach you how to kill? Are you always this dependent on your mother? Then go ask the Queen, Son of the Moon; she might teach you how to perform a lifedrain. Or do you need me to be your mother and feed you, Your Royal Highness?”

“…No.”

Faced with Aleister’s sardonic tone, Prince Xiyaldo forcefully bit through his lip, licking the blood on the edge of his lips.

He fell silent for a moment, then said 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 burst from the gun barrel.

Prince Xiyaldo couldn’t control the muzzle—or rather, he had underestimated the firearm’s recoil.

Holding the gun single-handedly, his posture looked cool but was completely improper. Due to the recoil, his wrist nearly broke, and the gun’s barrel jerked towards the wall. The bullet rebounded instantly, grazing his temple.

The bullet had grazed the ear of the man, and the intense pain snapped him back to consciousness.

Watching the other person’s pupils become rapidly clearer, Prince Xiyaldo’s heart suddenly started to pound fiercely. He could feel his eardrums beating, and the outside sounds started to blur because of it.

Under fear and tension, he endured the severe pain in his wrist, gripped the handgun with both hands against his chest, and fired repeatedly!

The first two shots were almost misfired—one hitting the shoulder, the second hitting the arm. The third shot finally hit the abdomen.

But such a non-weak spot injury was not fatal for a Third Level Transcendent, rather it helped the other to fully regain consciousness.

The other’s pupils instantly turned deep purple, emitting a mad howl like a wolf’s roar. His body suddenly swelled in size, his skin turned deep purple with prominent blood vessels, saliva streaming down, and his arms transformed into sharp long blades.

—This is a Demon!

In a state of severe injury, they unleash the demon sealed within them, filling their damaged bodies with limited demonic tissue, to achieve a horrifying fusion with the demon!

Prince Xiyaldo panickedly stepped back two steps, his somewhat fractured right hand hanging low holding the gun, and his left hand frantically fumbling at his waist—seemingly trying to remove something but never quite reaching it.

And the crazed Demon, having regained his health in a moment, albeit having lost much of his sanity, instinctively bypassed Aleister and pounced at Prince Xiyaldo, pressing him heavily against the opposite wall despite two bullets!

Prince Xiyaldo’s gun fell to the ground from the impact, and the bag on his waist was ripped apart, its bottles scattering all over the ground. The Demon then aimed a heavy punch at Prince Xiyaldo’s abdomen.

With just one strike, Prince Xiyaldo spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Demon let him go, allowing Prince Xiyaldo to slide down slowly, and clenched his fist to strike towards his chin!

But just then, Prince Xiyaldo’s left fingertips twitched slightly for an instant. One of the medicine bottles on the ground instantly emitted a yellow glow, then turned into powder—

In just an instant, a thick layer of rock crust enveloped the clenched-fist Demon.

He had only stretched out his right arm towards the back—not even to the limit—when his body was instantly immobilized in this posture.

This was a petrification potion.

Alchemists, when using alchemy compounds, can utilize the power contained within without taking it orally or throwing it; they directly harness the potion’s strength to cast spells.

And a potion that could petrify a Third Level Demon in its transformed state in less than a tenth of a second obviously couldn’t have been concocted by Prince Xiyaldo himself.

It surely came from the hands of a Fifth Power Level Balancer! Probably the Prince’s alchemy teacher…

As Prince Xiyaldo spat blood, his left hand faintly vibrating, two other potion bottles wobbled and turned into crystal powder, and a green glow subsequently bloomed.

Prince Xiyaldo’s complexion nearly instantly improved, and he slowly steadied himself against the wall.

At this moment, Aleister still stood motionless where she was.

Prince Xiyaldo didn’t go and question Aleister with phrases like “Why were you just watching there.”

Instead, he just gasped heavily while staring at the petrified Demon, his expression changing complexly.

“…It was my negligence.”

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

The first thing he said after being able to speak was an apology: “I underestimated them… Just because they are fragile in front of you doesn’t mean I can look down on them.

“I have learned this lesson, Lady Aleister.”

Unconsciously, in Prince Xiyaldo’s mouth, “Miss Aleister” turned into “Lady Aleister.”

His gaze toward Aleister also shifted from wariness to respect.

Before he was truly attacked, he even thought Aleister’s methods were somewhat cruel… but after he was truly punched by that Demon, his mind cleared instantly.

They were not mere weaklings, but true rebels and traitors. They were not his subjects, but enemies who could and would willingly take his life.

And now, he had completely detached himself from his past noble identity and stable life.

It was better to say that his current identity had become shackles, a weakness, a… old wound that could be fatal.

“—Deserves a beating.”

Aleister slowly walked over, her voice carrying a light hint of laughter: “A good beating will make them behave.

“One valuable Alchemy Compound, a thorough beating, in exchange for this lesson… I think you didn’t lose out.”

“…Yes.”

Prince Xiyaldo nodded slightly and bowed to Aleister, his voice becoming deep and rational: “I will remember this…”

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up those compounds one by one, organizing them back into his side bag.

He eventually clutched in his hand a tube of dull yellow ointment. It looked only a bit larger than a lipstick, a tiny glass tube, inside flowing material like cod liver oil.

Prince Xiyaldo gripped it tightly, then suddenly flung it at the petrified statue!

Only to see the medicine bottle suddenly shatter, turning into powder in the air. And it burst into a brilliant dull yellow radiance, enveloping the stone statue.

Under the illumination of that radiance, the stone statue gradually crumbled, turned into powder. Eventually, like the white crystal powder of the shattered test tube on the ground, it turned into a thin layer of sand.

“Does killing with Alchemy make you feel proud?”

Aleister said somberly from the side.

“…No.”

Prince Xiyaldo fell silent for a moment, faced this question, and answered: “But it makes me more confident.

“—Confident that, I too can commit murder. I only need to overcome my cowardly instincts… I also can achieve this.”

“This would sound ridiculous in Star Antimony.”

Aleister chuckled softly, slightly shaking her head.

She restrained the increasingly violent evil thoughts and impatience in her heart while casually gesturing with her hand, “Go in and tell your good friend—that you’ve come to save him.”

Aleister leaned against the wall, slightly closing her eyes as if somewhat tired. Like a blossoming rose.

And the corridor on the ground was full of blood, only her own shoes and skirt remained unspoiled by any blood.

She took a deep breath—the damp bloody air made her tooth roots itch a bit.

… She really wanted to feed on blood.

Wanted to feed on Aiwass’s blood.

Thinking this, Aleister’s pupils turned increasingly red.

She felt her head ache more intensely, a strong hunger making her stomach feel as though it were cramping—she felt like she could eat a live cow!

Really wanted to feed on blood…

Really wanted to make love…

Really wanted to kill…

Really wanted to…

Aleister embraced her own left arm leaning against the wall, closing her eyes enduring the increasingly chaotic thoughts in her head.

Suddenly, Aleister’s eyes opened somewhat baffled.

For some reason, the chaotic thoughts in her mind suddenly disappeared briefly.

Her emerald eyes had regained clarity.

Not knowing whether the muddled sensation of madness would return—taking advantage of this brief period of sanity, Aleister suddenly bit down hard on her thumb.

Not biting the nail, but directly through to the bone!

Under the intense pain, she chomped down on her own bones, her eyes gradually welling up with increasingly intense purple, casting her pupils in a violet hue.

The intense desire to win made Aleister finally confront the terrifying instincts of the Son of the Moon, rather than regarding them as “normal common sense”.

— I must conquer these sinful instincts of the Son of the Moon.

If I cannot even defeat the inherent depravity within myself, then how can I talk about defeating the Fallen Celestial Marshal?