Chapter 231: The Dungeon Master Makes a blunder?
Leonhardt’s so-called job was to pose as the new Lord of Luka. He closed his eyes and channelled the bloodline of his Majin form.
The tall, handsome elf with black hair and red eyes began to fluctuate, his hair became white, pure white like snow, with tribalistic runes along his arms and chest, followed by the growth of a thick tail that grew from the base of his spine.
"Argh..."
With a crack, his jaw broke and deformed, becoming sharper with more of a rugged and masculine beauty. Then his iris became golden as what seemed to be ink flooded his eye, leaving him with black sclera, which gave him a distinct look.
He no longer resembled an elf—his atmosphere was a blend of Asuka and Zafira.
"Ugh..."
Leonhardt grunted in pain as his skin split, two sharp horns pushed through his flesh and extended to over 30cm before curling towards the air slightly for the last 10cm. He opened his eyes, revealing a marking on his forehead that resembled a closed eye. Two thick black horns then grew from his forehead.
I feel so strong... but the power feels more magical than physical.
He closed his fists, sensing the Mana flowing in his veins, now less like a raging river and more like an ocean storm.
The succubus watched him transform in the nude, stunned with her eyes focused on his crotch, the length shortened to just over 20cm, but the girth almost tripled with thicker and more pronounced veins and larger balls.
"Woah..."
Although her nose twitched at the loss of length.