Chapter 770

Chapter 770: Hot Blood

“What was wrong… so shy, Jesse? Just enjoy yourself with Miss Molofeel right here,” Surena asked, holding Erlan’s head. Although her body trembled with Erlan’s rhythm, she still tilted her head to look this way and continued, “I mean, Jesse, you wouldn’t… um, while everyone was having fun, run off to practice some chant, right? You’re really making me feel pressured.”

Ursula looked up at Jesse and smiled, saying, “Don’t mind her, Jesse.”

Jesse replied, “I might leave Stormwind soon, Surena, so I need to take this time to test the chants I haven’t tried yet and share them with you later.”

Jalane Ayrole heard this and ignored Gacresse’s flirting beside her. She curiously peeked over, seeming interested in the chant Jesse mentioned.

Surena nodded quickly, but she was clearly in the zone now and didn’t have much energy left to talk to Jesse. In the practice room with Molofeel, Jesse took out the scrolls he had brought from Demisette.

It was a chant from an Annihilan, marked and explained in Demonic, with notes in Common and Orcish.

The language of the Pit Lords was simple and blunt. Once you learned the sound of each rune, you could say their words and sentences right, because their language had almost no tricky rules. Jesse had mostly learned these rune sounds when he practiced the Felhound naming chant before.

Jesse remembered what Demisette Cloyce had said. This demonic enhancement spell lit up their demon blood, putting their servants tied to their magic into a stronger state, but she didn’t say what would happen if humans used it.

But thinking of the magic links between Erlan and his little succubus, and Zardeth and Sorrel, Jesse felt humans might not be as direct as the Pit Lords, but the effects should be close.

Demonic enhancement magic was in the game, and each demon servant had different effects. For succubi, it gave forced invisibility to dodge harm and break free. For other demons, it could break free, boost damage for a while, or raise resistance.

After saying the chant, Jesse closed his eyes and said it quietly. Then he looked at the casting steps.

The spell’s target was his servant. He glanced at Molofeel, who stood there looking restless. Her long tail swished back and forth, her tongue licked her lips, and the fire in her eyes flickered on and off.

“Let’s try the first time,” Jesse whispered: “Miyoni, Zapaloni, Molokakeireo…”

Before he finished, he felt his body heat up. Molofeel looked down at her chest. Her skin slowly turned red and even showed a bit of purple.

Jesse felt his mood shift because of the rushing magic. He got restless, wanting to learn this magic fast, and he started doubting the spell’s effects. He knew clearly this was the fire element and Shadow Power burning his magic fast. Was this what Demisette called “igniting one’s blood”?

A smell filled the air that made Jesse’s neck tighten… the scent of a black dragon, or very close to black dragon fire.

He quickly looked at Molofeel and saw it came from her! Shadow Flame?

Jesse hadn’t tried using Shadow Power to light his fire magic in a long time. When facing Kallez, he felt the strong Fire Affinity from the Red Dragon Queen’s power, and since the Doomlord had high shadow resistance, he just cast a simple Fireball.

So, the last time he smelled such fiery power was back at Grim Batol.

But now, Molofeel seemed lit up by this chant, turning into a mix of shadow and flame demon?

Still, the Shadow Flame on her faded fast. She gave a pained groan and slumped against the nearby wall. Her throat moved, like she was swallowing something.

This spell didn’t work because Jesse got distracted by Molofeel’s reaction and didn’t finish the chant. “Sorry,” he said, “I’ll try again.”

“No need to say sorry, Master,” Molofeel said, lowering her head. “I even hoped you’d fail again. The pain you give me is more thrilling than pleasure. As long as it’s you, dear.”

Jesse glanced at her. Even with Molofeel openly trying to make him love her, her words were getting stronger.

“Let me focus, Molofeel.” “Yes, Master.”

From Demisette’s words and his own magic sense, Jesse guessed why this spell suddenly boosted Molofeel with shadow and flame.

His own shadow affinity had been held down since the Red Dragon Queen embraced him. Alexstrasza’s power was just too strong.

So since then, when Molofeel took his magic, she mostly took the power’s essence.

But using this spell to boil his blood and wake the link with his servant, Jesse felt his shadow power stir again. That darkness hidden deep inside came forward, reaching out a hand to invite him. All he had to do was take it…

Jesse hadn’t anticipated that Demisette Cloyce’s incantation would reveal so many connections between the powers within his body and his relationship with his subordinate. Without this clash of different forces, he might never have explored and understood them so clearly.

For a while, he’d even worried Alexstrasza’s life force had purged some of his shadow affinity. Now he saw it had merely grown subdued under the flame’s intense heat. After all, he was just a mortal, unable to directly oppose the Red Dragon’s blessing.

The thought drew a self-mocking chuckle from him. Why resist this gift? The Red Dragon’s power had already fused with his very being. Perhaps harmonizing his shadow with the Red Dragon’s fire—even merging them like Molofeel just had—was the perfect path forward. This differed from the black dragon’s Shadow Flame, tainted by Old God corruption. He needed to forge his own Shadow Flame path, not follow the black dragon’s doomed legacy.

He recalled Malin’s advice: skip the Arcane… speak directly to the flames. Shadows had doted on him generously, and he cherished that. Yet his other power—the fire element—though willing to dance, remained untamed. Contacting the Thorium Brotherhood seemed unavoidable.

But first, the task at hand. Jesse pushed aside his wandering thoughts, focusing on the scroll. "Miyoni, Zapaloni, Molokakeireo," he chanted again.

Awakening shadow and fire within, he gestured at Molofeel. The succubus emitted a low hum. Bright flames in her eyes vanished, replaced by dark red fire. She clenched her fangs in pain, the grating sound sharp as flames erupted along her arms, hooves, and hair—blazing crimson!

Her form swelled dramatically, transforming into a true she-demon from a hell beyond this world—Molosefil Sarithor. Only such a lengthy true name suited a Demon Lord of her majesty. Scarlet blood trailed from her lips as she steadied herself on hooves glowing violet-purple. She examined her taut muscles, traced her neck and chest, then closed her eyes, savoring the sensation profoundly.

Amidst flickering shadows and firelight, Jesse almost glimpsed the Shivan from Blasted Lands’ mines. Yet as Molofeel’s expression shifted from agony to ecstasy, Jesse faltered first. His mana burned faster than kindling—nearly depleted in that single moment.

This didn’t mean demonic enhancement consumed more mana than the Hand of Gul’dan. Jesse guessed his inexperience, overly meticulous casting, and Molofeel’s extreme reaction caused the excess drain. He needed practice to make it a sustainable spell, not another energy-devouring trump card like the Hand of Gul’dan.

Releasing his focus, Jesse watched Molofeel shrink rapidly back to her usual height, just below his own. She collapsed, smiling, and rubbed her face against the ground. "Heh… when next, Master?"

Jesse caught his breath, grabbing a nearby cup. A large gulp of wine soothed his throat, now warm from the dark flames’ heat. "When opportunity allows," he replied.

"In that state, I believe I could defeat Vereesa Windrunner," Molofeel murmured. "Meaning?" Jesse spun around. "Why defeat her?"

"A duel," Molofeel answered.

"You remember *that*?" Jesse rubbed his eyes wearily, sinking onto a stool. "That was all in jest!"

"I relish challenges, Master. Vereesa Windrunner is worthy." Molofeel rose, leaning against the wall. "I wish to face her… not to compete for you. Simply for the fight."

"Compete… for me?" Jesse shook his head. "Regardless, if you insist on fighting her, I won’t aid you with that spell."

"Naturally. It was merely an estimation," Molofeel replied, her tone laced with faint arrogance. In that moment, Jesse remembered she was truly a demon.