Chapter 50: The Power of Blood

Silas didn't know how much time had passed when he woke up again.

He felt somewhat better now. At least his head didn't hurt as much, and the blisters and ulcers in his mouth had also improved.

Turning his head slightly to the left, he saw the drip bottle still hanging there, but the liquid inside had changed from the previous dark red to its current verdant green.

"This stuff is being infused into my veins. Are you sure you're not trying to kill me?" His thoughts having recovered significantly, Silas complained internally.

Complaints aside, even if he wanted to stop this substance from flowing into his veins now, he lacked the ability to do so.

Although his head had recovered somewhat, his control over his body was still lacking.

"Don't rush. After this bottle of high-grade blood is fully infused, I guarantee you'll completely recover your health within two days." A familiar voice came, followed by Father Hank's kind face.

"What… is… this…" Silas managed to part his ulcerated lips and spoke vaguely.

Father Hank quickly organized his thoughts and said with a smile, "Your heroic deeds have been affirmed by the Church. The generous and merciful Bishop Ron specially permitted me to use griffin blood to concoct medicine for you."

Saying this, he pointed to the blood vial. "This is a high-grade blood vial primarily composed of griffin blood, mixed with tiger blood, billy goat blood, and a small amount of cow's blood. It not only possesses ample nutrients to nourish your body but can also moderately improve your physical fitness, making you stronger after recovery."

Silas nodded slightly, thinking to himself, "Griffin blood sounds quite impressive. But what's with the billy goat blood and cow's blood after that? Did you even check my blood type?"

While complaining internally, Silas's mind became increasingly active. His previously fragmented and blurry memories gradually returned.

"Oh! I remember now. I drank the Shark Potion, delivered the last undead soul, made a simple report, and then fainted," Silas recalled the cause of the events.

"This potion is truly terrifying. Master Jeros even said this potion had low toxicity. Are we really talking about the same thing?"

Father Hank, unaware of the miscellaneous thoughts running through Silas's mind, shared the news he had heard earlier, following the principle of cheering up the patient.

"Your efforts this time were worthwhile. Jeros and Bishop Ron have already decided. After your two-month probationary period ends, you can directly join the Church of Holy Blood and become an official clergyman. The Bishop and Master Jeros value you greatly. Don't disappoint them!"

Silas nodded, feeling excited. "Worth it! All this suffering was truly worth it! I have powerful analytical abilities. As long as I can get into the library, I will soar to great heights!"

"Alright, you should continue to sleep. This bottle of high-grade blood will have a very noticeable effect. When you wake up again, you should be able to get out of bed and walk." Saying this, Father Hank adjusted the blanket on Silas, lowered the bed curtains, and turned to leave.

At this moment, Silas's spirit hadn't fully recovered. After the excitement, he completely wilted, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

This time, Silas didn't completely faint, nor did he return to the Icy Warship. He felt his consciousness in a pitch-black space.

And all around, a large amount of warm, powerful energy appeared. This energy seeped in from all directions, nourishing everything here.

Gradually, under the nourishment of these powers, Silas felt himself becoming very strong.

He was very excited, so excited he was almost manic.

When this immense power reached its peak, he desperately craved to vent this power, to release it.

He wanted to attack, to attack anything he saw, to kill other beings, to prove his strength…

Aaaah!

Then, as if he had gone mad, he began to roar wildly, like a mindless beast.

Dong…

A distant bell toll suddenly sounded. Silas's vision shifted, and he felt himself back on the throne.

The moment Silas opened his eyes, a blood-red shadow flashed past his vision.

"Phew! What was that!" Looking at the temple, Silas felt a lingering fear.

The red shadow that had just flashed by was terrifying. It had no reason at all, only the most primitive chaos and frenzy.

In its eyes, there was only destruction and slaughter, utterly devoid of rationality.

"What on earth was that?" Silas thought, looking down at his own body.

His divine vision once again analyzed his body, corresponding to the changes happening to his body in the real world.

He could now see that a large amount of verdant green energy was slowly seeping into every part of his body.

Although this energy contained a large amount of power, it was very gentle and warm. It nourished Silas's entire body, allowing damaged tissues and nerves to recover quickly, and strengthening his frail physique.

Silas was very satisfied with this, because this strange mixture of blood hadn't sent him to his grave but indeed possessed genuinely miraculous effects.

"I have to say, this method of blood therapy is truly miraculous," Silas sighed, combining it with the memories in his mind.

The original Silas Sotos knew about blood therapy. However, because this method was so effective, it was also very expensive. Under normal circumstances, only wealthy nobles and official clergy were qualified to use it.

Furthermore, blood therapy had also spawned many other by-products, the two most famous being Demon Hunter potions and blood wine.

Needless to say, Silas had just experienced the potency of the potions.

And blood wine, as the name suggested, was a drink made by mixing concocted blood with wine.

And this thing was still exclusive to the upper class. Legend had it that this blood wine could not only strengthen the body and prolong life but could even allow men to regain their vigor and enjoy nights of passion.

Being so miraculous, the price was naturally incredibly exorbitant. According to his previous memories, the price of this blood wine varied depending on its efficacy. The cheapest kind could refresh the mind and enhance memory. On average, 1 Crown bought 5 milliliters, about a mouthful.

As for the top-tier ones that could allow men to regain their vigor, it was rumored that each milliliter cost up to 50 Crowns.

Well, after Silas became an official clergyman, a month's salary wouldn't even be enough to buy a single drop.

"Damn it, I really don't understand these rich people. Isn't it just Viagra? (Not a typo) Fifteen thousand RMB a drop?" Silas felt incredulous.

While he was pondering, the green energy had completely dispersed and integrated into Silas's body, forming a special circulatory system that coursed through him, strengthening his bones and muscles.

"The effect is really good. But what exactly was that red shadow just now? Was it related to this divine body, or to the infused blood?" Silas fell into deep thought.