I Became the Progenitor Vampire
Chapter 374 - Chapter 374 Chapter 376 Various Movements Game within a Game

Chapter 374: Chapter 376: Various Movements, Game within a Game, Who is the Final Planner? (10,000-Word Mega Chapter) Chapter 374: Chapter 376: Various Movements, Game within a Game, Who is the Final Planner? (10,000-Word Mega Chapter) April 5th, Overcast.

By the Blue Sea Province, adjacent to the southern provinces, a massive mountain range stretching thousands of kilometers.

“Our clansmen, our brothers from the Barbarian Hammer Tribe, have been attacked by those damned Beastmen and Vampires!

Hundreds of brave Dwarves have fallen in battle, countless treasures stolen!

The sins committed by the Beastmen, we Dwarves will take back tenfold from their flesh!!!”

Atop the grand city walls built within the mountains, a Dwarf Clan Leader clad in solid battle armor raised his long-handled war axe, bellowing furiously.

“The Copper Hammer Tribe will deploy our mightiest Dwarf army, and with our war hammers, we will show those damned, filthy, lowly Beastmen–that Dwarves will repay hatred with blood, and tear them to pieces with our war axes!!”

Nalis Copper Hammer, the Copper Hammer Tribe Clan Leader and the lord of this city within the mountains.

Beneath towering city walls, densely packed Dwarf Warriors stood, with goat cavalry atop huge, majestic mountain goats leading the way, flanked by ferocious Dwarf War Cars.

Mountain goats, bearing massive curved horns and powerful in stature, are the mount of choice for Dwarves.

Known for their glory, Dwarf goat cavalry cannot match the charge of the heavily armored Centaur Warriors but possess agility that allows them to traverse rocky walls, making them perfect mounts for Dwarves.

The menacing Dwarf War Cars, pulled by more than three mountain goats each, are driven by groups of three Dwarves with fan-shaped sharp blades at the front, resembling fierce hedgehogs, that become brutal weapons of slaughter when charging into battle.

A weapon of mass destruction.

Moreover, tens of thousands of Dwarf Heavy Infantry, armored as if canned in armor, flowed beneath, with their long-handled war axes and war hammers destined to be the nightmares of all enemies.

This is an army that no one can ignore, with a combat power as respected as their crafted equipment.

“Only through war and blood can the Dwarves’ dishonor be washed away!!!”

The voice of Copper Hammer Tribe Clan Leader, Nalis Copper Hammer, grew ever more vehement.

“And furthermore, within that valley occupied by the Barbarian Hammer Tribe lies our treasure–a Secret Silver Vein!!”

There was a stir among the Dwarves below, a buzz of heated discussions breaking out, eyes lighting up instantly.

Dwarves harbored an insatiable fascination for high-level ore like Mithril.

“It’s a complete vein of Secret Silver!” shouted a Dwarf, also clad in battle armor, standing next to Nalis Copper Hammer.

If the Forging Master Valen were here, he would surely exclaim, for this was none other than Rabiao Hammer, the long-lost Clan Leader of the Barbarian Hammer Tribe, now filled with fiery rage.

“And it’s an extremely rich vein of Mithril; we can even extract tens of pounds of Mithril from the vein each month!!”

The voices soared, causing the Dwarven army below to breathe rapidly… Tens of pounds of Mithril a month?!

By the Forge God above, the Divine must be looking favorably upon them.

Mithril!!!

Rabiao, watching the enormous army of Dwarves below, felt rage nearly erupting from his eyes.

Almost three years had passed since the Barbarian Hammer Tribe was seized!

He would never forget the sight of those damned Beastmen occupying the Barbarian Hammer Tribe and enslaving his people, seizing his ore.

Dwarves will never become damned slaves; a blood debt must be repaid with blood!

Now was the time for vengeance!!!

After over two years of hardships, he found the Copper Hammer Tribe.

The Copper Hammer Tribe had now grown into a large tribe with a population of two hundred thousand.

Upon hearing of the plight of the Barbarian Hammer Tribe, the Copper Hammer Tribe Clan Leader became enraged, not only at the slaughter of Dwarves but outraged that anyone dared rob Dwarves of their Mithril!

By the Forge God above, what a heinous crime! Utterly unforgivable!!

Being a race where every citizen was a soldier, they would now mobilize an army exceeding 80,000.

That damned Beastman Tribe held a mere population of twenty to thirty thousand, and how would a few Vampires matter? Under the Dwarves’ war axes, all would become corpses!

Rabiao Hammer and Nalis Copper Hammer exchanged a glance, the latter shouting furiously.

“Everyone, to arms!

Kill the Beastmen, reclaim our Mithril!”

“For the Dwarves, for the ore!!”

“Roar! For the Dwarves!! For the ore!!”

The furious roars of tens of thousands of Dwarves made the grand city within the mountain tremble.

Rumble~

Turning around, the great army set off.

Their target was the barren wasteland, those damned beasts.

They vowed to reclaim the Secret Silver Vein.

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“High Priest, did our God truly guide us to Risier City??”

In the Knight Temple, a temple knight clad in full armor and holding a long sword looked surprised at the High Priest before him–a loyal follower of the Knight God–seemingly in disbelief of what he had just heard.

The High Priest, wearing a luxurious priestly robe and with a hooked nose, was over sixty years old. His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze as sharp as a cheetah on the hunt.

“Are you doubting the will of the Divine??”

The temple knight was shocked, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

“No, not at all, Lord Priest. You believe in my devotion to our God, but… our church in Green City doesn’t have enough manpower, and Risier City is home to hundreds of thousands of Beastmen…

To take something guarded by the Beastmen from within is simply impossible!”

“No, this time it’s not just us,” the High Priest said solemnly, “the temple of the God of Nobles will also cooperate with us. Knights have always been allies with the nobles, this time, we stand together…”

“Odo, you are the most loyal knight to our Lord within the Knight Temple. I hope you understand.

Evil from the past is reviving, and the heavens are changing…

His Lordship was ambushed by those damned followers of the Evil God and has already suffered severe injuries. He has also expended a great deal of Divine Power to divine the future. If we cannot restore to our peak state when evil revives, we will endure unimaginable suffering.

Odo, this is our last chance.

Every branch of the Knight Temple throughout the Nolan Empire will arrive in Green City within a week.

We must obtain the relic inside the Divine Relic at all costs.

There is no turning back now…”

Temple Knight Odo’s expression became solemn when he heard this. He placed his right hand on his chest and knelt on one knee, his knee armor clanking crisply against the ground, his eyes filled with determination.

“Lord Priest, for His Lordship, I will dedicate my life to executing his will.

Humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, mercy, honesty, justice, spirituality–these are the glories of our God, and I will uphold them with my life!”

The High Priest’s face softened slightly upon hearing this.

“Odo, there is no need to worry too much. Our greatest advantage now is that other sects are not yet aware of the true nature of the Divine Relic. They do not believe in the adventurer from the Lost Plane!

That is our biggest chance, calculating without their awareness; their perfunctorily dispatched troops cannot compare to the concentrated power of the Knight Temple!!

And we also have the support of the God of Nobles behind us. You should know who the most honored follower of the God of Nobles in Green City is…”

“Is it that duke?”

“Exactly!”

The High Priest’s enthusiastic tone suddenly turned somewhat sorrowful.

“Unfortunately, if it weren’t for those damned followers of the Evil God who attacked us after His Lordship was wounded a few years ago, our sect’s power would not be reduced to a fraction of what it was. Against the current Beastman army, we wouldn’t be so passive!!

Those evil, filthy, vile lives, once His Lordship restores his Divine Power, will be the day their souls are scorched by holy fire!!!”

After a harsh rebuke, his tone became solemn.

“Odo, send out all our spies to tirelessly gather all information on Risier City.

His Lordship has already sensed that the Evil God within Risier City is about to break his seal soon; this is the last assistance He can give us before His slumber.”

“Our God shall be immortal!!”

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“Duke O’Kelly, the evil in Risier City is becoming more intense, and the Holy Light Pearl trembles even from hundreds of kilometers away.

Should we really not make it public?”

A middle-aged priest, his face marked by worry, hesitated as he looked at the figure leaning on the railing, overlooking Green City from the fifth floor. This was the controller of Green City, Duke O’Kelly Nolan, whose surname alone commanded utmost respect.

“As a firm follower of the God of Nobles, I believe I understand more than you do,

Bishop, you don’t need to teach me how to handle matters…”

The middle-aged priest’s demeanor stiffened as he respectfully bowed his head, “Yes, my lord.”

The black, elegant robe accentuated the already tall and imposing figure of Duke O’Kelly; although he had passed the age of fifty, the sparkle in his eyes remained piercing.

The God of Nobles differed greatly from other divine beings. Other divine beings’ priests held a definitely higher status within their sect than believers, especially bishops and priests, because they symbolized the glory of the deity.

But the God of Nobles was different; only nobles could join the Noble God Sect. Within the sect, the higher the title, the more respected the position and the greater the authority to speak. A priest? A priest was nothing but a servant for the nobles.

Thus, although this middle-aged priest wore the badge of a bishop, in front of Duke O’Kelly, he could only listen obediently.

Duke O’Kelly’s blue eyes were as deep as the ocean.

He tilted his head slightly upward, his gaze directed at the night sky shrouded by dark clouds and devoid of any light, his tone deep.

“You know, Bishop, the ally of the God of Nobles, the Knight God, had exhausted his last Divine Power to prophesy…

Darkness envelops the sky, and the earth shatters under the shadows, magma erupts burning farms and villages, plagues and diseases spread unimpeded, and nobles gasp their last breaths…”

The gloomy, low murmurs sounded like the language of death whirling around his ears, causing the bishop behind him to break out in goosebumps.

“My lord…”

“Bishop, you should know!!”

Duke O’Kelly suddenly turned his head, his eyes sharp as unsheathed blades, giving the bishop priest no chance to speak again.

“This is an unprecedented opportunity, God has given us one last warning, and I will spare no expense!”

The previously valiant Duke O’Kelly seemed possessed by a demon as he spoke his next words, which sounded like the ravings of a madman, utterly illogical.

The face that had been so confident and resolute now showed inconceivable hesitation, fear, apprehension, and retreat.

“My family has controlled this city since the day Green City was founded, and no one can take this city away from me…

no one!”

“The distant evil is reviving, and even the God of Nobles can’t protect our safety…”

“Power, only power can allow me, O’Kelly Nolan, to continue to control Green City, to control the Southern Province!”

“Risier City, that birthplace of evil, is our last chance.

No one can snatch this opportunity from my hands!!”

“Green City will forever be under my control!! The Southern Province can only belong to my domain!!”

The final voice emerged like a hoarse, low growl from a beast.

The middle-aged priest watching this scene felt a chill down his spine, his eyes flashing a barely concealable fear.

“My lord, could it be, did you peer into the evil of Risier City through the Holy Light Pearl again last night?? I sensed fear in your eyes.

What exactly is hidden there?

My lord??!”

Having finished speaking, a flow of holy light moved through his hands and then surged into Duke O’Kelly’s body.

Duke O’Kelly, whose expression had been ferocious, gradually calmed under the holy light.

After a full ten minutes, the controller of the Southern Province returned to normal.

“My lord?” The bishop priest, exhausted from the spell, looked at him with a sweaty brow, his tone filled with hesitation, “Are you alright…”

Duke O’Kelly took a deep breath, his blue eyes still filled with uncertainty, a stark contrast to his initial imperious demeanor.

“Bishop, last night, I saw it…”

“Saw it?”

“Yes, I saw that eye, the eye filled with death, destruction, killing, bloodshed – the chaotic Eye of Death… It wanted to pull at my soul, it wanted to devour everything about me…

If it weren’t for the Holy Light Pearl cutting off that aura at the last moment, I might have already become a servant to that evil existence…”

Ss~

The bishop gasped.

“You indeed are favored by His will, to be, to be…”

He couldn’t imagine a duke, blessed with divine grace, still being corroded from hundreds of kilometers away.

Duke O’Kelly suddenly turned, his hands gripping the railing again, which cracked– the solid railing directly shattered by the immense force, remnants flying everywhere.

His tone was full of murderous intent.

“Constrained by other powers, I can’t mobilize all the troops, but I will secretly gather the elite forces from the southern provinces to enter Green City, that evil place, which must be conquered by us!

It wants to enslave me, O’Kelly Nolan, it shall bear my fury.

Bishop, its aura still lingers in my heart, constantly corroding my mind, making me act like a clown.

But as long as I conquer even the land, that evil shall become my servant!”

Hearing this, the bishop knew that Duke O’Kelly had returned, but also felt a bit worried, a mere aura could corrupt a duke with a resolute mind and favored by the divine, the power of that evil god, how strong could it be?

Could it really be as the oracle said, a dying, non-threatening evil god?

A shadow fell over his heart.

“Should we seek Lord Rock’s help? Maybe we need transcendent power…”

“Bishop, transcendent? That evil will devour all power beyond the transcendent, no one can escape…

Inform Lord Rock, let him not go to Risier City, Lord Rock is our ally, I do not wish him to perish in the jaws of evil.”

Duke O’Kelly’s eyes flickered uncertainly.

“Shadows have already enveloped the earth, war is looming…

Even the gods cannot protect us this time, they can barely protect themselves.

This time, in Nolan’s name, we shall go forth without looking back!”

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April 10, overcast.

The skies of Risier City hadn’t seen the sun since a month ago, the thick clouds like scorched grasslands, pitch-black and desiccated.

More exaggeratedly, the cloud layer gathered like a vortex overhead, bringing a chilling sense of oppression.

Clang clang clang~

The hammer struck the rocks sparking off flecks of fire, the bodies of Beastman laborers, covered in scars, were strenuously excavating the ancient relics that had reached deep underground.

Viewed from the sky, tens of thousands of Beastmen densely packed like ants, the scene was as shocking as legends described.

Shahram Furious Blood Roar, this Beastman Prince, stocky as a stone tower, stood with hands behind his back next to the enormous worksite, watching this breathtaking scene.

“Your Highness, do you feel that aura?

We have reached it. We have touched Him, that intoxicating power!”

Beside the Beastman Prince, the Werewolf Shaman, his pupil-less white eyeballs filled with fanaticism.

“That is a god… that is our starting point for changing everything!”

Shahram’s eyes narrowed slightly, the five octopus-like tendrils on his chin which had turned from flesh-colored to blue, emanating a faint glow, looked both eerie and terrifying.

This Beastman Prince lacked the lion-like mane typical of his kind, his chin only bore the five tendrils symbolizing the Furious Blood Roar family.

That was a millennia-old curse of a bloodline eroded by an evil god, but also the supreme honor of the Beastman.

“Lord Shaman, I have already sensed that rotting, death-filled, and evil aura, this evil god’s power, despite being sealed for millions of years, is still terrifying…”

“Isn’t this what we’ve been striving for? Prince Shahram, only by possessing the power of the Divine can you place the crown of Glory on your head!

I believe, when that moment comes, the entire barren wasteland will cheer for you!”

Upon hearing these words, a hint of cold ferocity flashed in Shahram’s profound eyes, his tone utterly brutal.

“After my coronation as king, the Beastman will no longer hold back. We will reclaim the glory that belongs to the Beastman, and the Nolan Empire will be the first sacrificial lamb under our slaughter.

The decaying Beastman Empire needs my revival!!

I am the King of the Beastman!”

The hundreds of Beastman soldiers at his side heard this domineering tone and instantly knelt on one knee.

“My king, we will follow your steps to the death!”

The Werewolf Shaman, at this moment, pounded his chest with his right hand, his face filled with fervor, “Your Highness, you will surely obtain the power of the Divine!

Everything in the barren wasteland belongs solely to you, the magnificent Shahram Furious Blood Roar–King of the Beastman!”

However, after hearing the flattery, Shahram did not become more excited; instead, his expression returned to calm.

“Where is that vampire who obtained a part of the Evil God’s power? Bring him here…”

“Yes…”

Amber eyes twinkled with an unfathomable glow.

A Beastman Prince with ambitions to revive the ancient glories of the Beastman is hardly an easy adversary.

More than ten minutes later, a figure in a black Mage’s robe, restrained by Magic Prohibition Chains, slowly approached Shahram.

Emi, the Shadow High Priest, a blasphemer, the earliest Level 15 top combatant in Dawn City.

Two years ago, to pillage the goblin clan, Lide had deployed Level 17 Werewolf Craig and Level 15 Emi as insiders in Risier City. After frequent unexpected events, although the goblins were successfully transported out of the city, the two of them had stayed in Risier City.

Now, the scenario from two years ago was repeating; the two were still insiders, and Lide was equally ambitious towards Risier City.

However, Risier City was no longer the city it once was, and Dawn City had also changed.

Upon seeing the Beastman Prince in front of him, Emi’s pupils sharply contracted, and he discreetly turned his head to glance at the distant ruins being excavated, his expression quite subtle.

He could feel the terrifying power gathering beneath the ground; in three days, at most, the seal that was already two-thirds broken could no longer hold back that evil descent.

But he was no longer as uneasy as he had been before.

Because he had just contacted Lide the night before, knowing that hundreds of kilometers away from Risier City, an immensely powerful army was preparing to hunt the Evil God.

“Great Prince Shahram, Emi presents his respectful greetings.”

Emi’s tone was very respectful. As a veteran, deceptions and realities were basic operations, sacrificing his own life and soul for Lide’s strategic objectives was trivial, let alone mere groveling.

Shahram, seeing Emi’s demeanor, nodded slightly, “Vampire, I know you don’t wish to submit to the Beastman, but it doesn’t matter, I don’t need your submission.

Once the seal on the Divine relic is broken, you can complete your mission. Although the strength of a Level 15 vampire is decent, it’s not enough to be of concern to me.

Just complete your task, and I will let you leave.”

His tone was temptingly persuasive, as if his words were bound to happen.

“Your Highness, I will definitely not disappoint you!”

Emi assured loudly, the excitement in his eyes showing no sign of his act.

Sly words, skillful deceit, Level MAX…

Both are foxes of the same hill, none are fools.

“Last time, you said the seal was too strong to detect. Now that it’s nearly broken, can you sense what exists within the altar?”

“Your Highness, that altar is a gateway to this Evil God’s Divine Country. Before stepping into the Divine Country, no one can confirm the presence of Shaman.

To activate the altar, you must dismantle the surrounding seals.

But, you must also prepare, within this Evil God’s Divine Country, there may be terror beyond comprehension…”

Emi sounded very sincere, but it’s just a useful platitude; how dangerous excavating Divine relics could be was already well-prepared for by the Beastman.

But this pleased Shahram quite a bit, “Good, although the divine power you received is very weak, at a critical moment, it might play a bigger role.

Be prepared, the seal will completely open in three days.

Then you will enter with the vanguard troops.”

“Vampire, you are striving for your life, and as long as I get what I want, your life means nothing to me; you can leave at any time.”

“Thank you for your kindness, great Your Highness.”

Emi seemed to be moved to tears.

“Very well, you may leave now.”

Emi had no further chance to observe the Divine relics and was immediately escorted back to the cell by the Beastman Warrior.

Once inside the room, Emi lay on the narrow wooden bed in the dungeon as usual, closed his eyes, and seemed to fall asleep again.

However, at this moment, the Shadow High Priest was preparing to inform Lide, conveying the crucial information that the Divine relics would be unsealed in three days.

But just as he had connected to Lide using the power of the Bloodline and was sending the information, he didn’t have a chance to talk more.

Tap tap–a sudden sound of footsteps came from a distance, echoing hollowly through the dungeon.

The dark and damp underground dungeon seldom saw any light; the sound was somewhat dull and terrifying.

Emi was immediately alert and did not speak another word to Lide, cutting off the connection right away.

Although his body still lay on the bed, his Spiritual Power began to emanate, focusing intently on the source of the sound.

Tap tap–

The footsteps drew nearer, and in the cell with only a shabby bed, Emi waited for the newcomer behind the bars.

Should there be any danger, he would at all costs contact Lide again and pass on the remaining information he had acquired today.

A moment later, a huge wolf’s head appeared outside the iron cage; once Emi sensed the aura, his tensed body relaxed.

The newcomer was a Level 17 Werewolf–Craig.

“Damn vampire, did you just deceive His Highness the prince?”

Craig cursed and then, ears perked and wary, scanned the surroundings a few times; seeing Emi signal that he need not worry, Craig’s expression relaxed and he lowered his voice.

“It was tough finding an excuse to get in here this time. Emi, have you made contact with His Lordship?”

Emi nodded, got up, and approached Craig, eyes alight with excitement.

“Craig, His Lordship has already prepared an army of two hundred thousand men, ready to attack Risier City at any moment!”

Upon hearing this news, a brilliant light flashed in Craig’s eyes, his tone filled with undisguised shock.

“Creator God above, two hundred thousand troops??”

When he and Emi were trapped in Risier City, Dawn City only had a population of twenty to thirty thousand, and the Lion Tribe was also rebuilding; not even twenty thousand troops, let alone two hundred thousand, could have been raised.

In just two short years, the power of Dawn City had expanded to such an extent?! How could he not be shocked?

“Unfortunately, this time it’s a war against the Beastmen, and we can’t employ the Lion Tribe’s army; otherwise, His Lordship could have added another hundred thousand Beastman troops.”

Emi shook his head with some regret.

The Lion Tribe is a Beastman Tribe, and Dawn City’s control over it is still somewhat lacking; having Beastmen attack the Beastman Prince would certainly cause a great rift among the Lion Tribe’s Beastmen, and some might even rebel outright.

Thus, Lide did not involve the Lion Tribe in this war.

This incident was a lesson for Lide; to prevent similar issues in the future, he implemented a core plan–sending all the mid-to-high-ranking Beastman commanders to Dawn City for training.

The training wasn’t just military; it also involved educating and changing their thinking, making them profoundly aware of whom they served.

Moreover, at their graduation ceremony, they must kneel before the statue in Dawn Church and swear allegiance to Lide.

Once the mid-to-high ranks were fully under Lide’s control, even if the lower-ranked Beastmen still had doubts, it wouldn’t affect operations.

“Emi, even so, what His Lordship has accomplished is astonishing enough.”

Craig, his large wolf head also displaying uncontrollable excitement, asked, “How does His Lordship need me to cooperate?”

Emi nodded and smiled, “Just like two years ago, you’ll act as an insider, responsible for assisting His Lordship at the critical moment.

It would be best if you can control one of the city gates, as that will significantly help our army when they enter during the battle.”

“Yes, I understand. I will apply to participate in the defense of the city walls–there should be no problem this time…”

Craig pondered for a moment, his gaze intensifying, “And what about you? Once the Divine relics are unsealed, Shahram will certainly not let you go.

You’ve obtained a portion of the Divine Power and are the focus of everyone’s attention; you cannot escape…”

“Craig, no need to worry, I have already planned my escape route.

“And even if I failed, it wouldn’t matter, for my life had belonged to His Majesty and the Holy Light Bloodline since the day I became a Bloodline.”

“To sacrifice for His Majesty is glorious.”

“All, for the Dawn!”

“For the Dawn…” These firm and vigorous words touched his heart.

Craig fell silent, and after a moment, he nodded solemnly.

“Emi, you’re right, all for the Dawn!

Even if everything is sacrificed, we must complete the mission entrusted by His Majesty. The divine relic in Risier City is too important to us.

It would influence the fate and future of Dawn City, and even if we all die in battle, it would be worth it!”

The two generals behind enemy lines looked at each other, then both smiled simultaneously, reaching an agreement.

Tap tap~

Just then, footsteps from outside interrupted their conversation.

Both of them tensed up instantly. Was someone there?

Craig’s expression changed instantly, a fierce light in his eyes as he pointed at Emi and yelled angrily, “Damn vampire, I warn you!! His Highness Shahram is watching you!

If you dare make any slight move, I’ll twist your head off and feed it to the wolves!”

Emi raised his head, defiantly shouting back.

“Stupid werewolf, I am aware of my situation! I don’t need your threats!

Don’t think I don’t know that your actions today are meant to curry favor with His Highness Shahram.

Hmph, only a fool would make such a move. If you want to win His Highness Shahram’s favor, you should do it in his presence!

Do you think your actions in the dungeon go unnoticed by His Highness? No, those Beastman guards might even report that you intentionally colluded with me. Hahaha, what a fool!”

Tap tap~

The footsteps outside paused upon hearing their angry shouts and argument, then continued.

Moments later, a huge figure in a gray robe appeared before the still arguing pair, their pupil-less white eyes unsettling in the dark environment.

Seeing the figure, Craig’s expression stiffened, and he stopped arguing with Emi, moving forward with a mix of embarrassment and hesitation to greet the newcomer.

“Good day, respected Shaman…”

When the Werewolf Shaman saw Craig, he nodded slightly, his tone indifferent, “Go on out, Craig, showing loyalty to His Highness doesn’t require such foolish actions.

This vampire is important to us. I will check to ensure nothing is amiss…”

Although both were werewolves, their statuses were vastly different.

One was a trusted aide beside the Beastman Prince, a Shaman with tremendous influence; the other was a warrior called up from a poor, desolate tribe, their standings in the Beastman army incomparable.

“But…” Craig seemed reluctant, his eyes harshly glancing at Emi.

“Out!” the Werewolf Shaman’s eyes hardened as he coldly commanded, “Before I lose my temper!”

“Yes, great Shaman…”

Craig’s face was extremely grim as he nodded, then sheepishly left, but his heart relaxed the moment he stepped out of the dungeon – he had almost given himself away.

Had he been exposed just then, although Emi, protected by his divine power, might have been safe, he certainly wouldn’t have survived. Luckily, all was safe.

He hurriedly quickened his steps to leave the dangerous place.

Once Craig had left, Emi also internally breathed a sigh of relief.

Too dangerous. If this Werewolf Shaman had overheard something, it would undoubtedly have a major impact on the plans for Dawn City.

Emi then gathered his spirit and preempted, “Lord Shaman, if you too have come like that foolish werewolf warrior to trouble me, I think you’ll be disappointed. Right now, I only wish to survive; I have no interest in anything else.”

“Vampire, do you think I’m as foolish as that werewolf?”

The Werewolf Shaman’s eyes revealed a hint of mystery, “I am not here for trifles, rather, I wish to make a deal with you.”

“A deal?” Emi showed a trace of confusion, “My life is already under your control, what need is there for a deal?”

These words from the Werewolf Shaman also raised significant alarm in him.

It was too unusual.

What does this Shaman intend to do?

Judging by the other’s appearance, perhaps the Beastman Prince does not know about this matter. This is definitely not an action that should be taken under normal circumstances.

“Vampire, you have already felt the power of my god. Are you still fantasizing about the Beastman occupying my god’s Divine Country after breaking the seal?”

Boom~ Emi’s heart shook, as if struck by thunder from the ninth heaven.

With incredulous eyes, he looked at the Werewolf Shaman standing before him.

Although he had been guessing that this Werewolf Shaman might be incredibly significant, hearing the words “my god” from his mouth still sent chills down his spine.

This Shaman turned out to be a follower of that sealed Evil God!

Is the Beastman Prince aware of this? No, the Beastman Prince definitely does not know! He intends to hunt that Divine Being, so he would never collaborate with a follower of the Evil God.

How should I profit from this? Should I stir up trouble or should I send the message to His Majesty now?

Emi’s thoughts raced rapidly; he only felt a tremendous shadow looming over Risier City.

Even the powerful Beastman Prince was just part of the manipulation by this shadow.

The Werewolf Shaman instantly seemed filled with mystery, unfathomable.

“Lord Shaman, what can I do for you?”

Hearing these submissive words, the Werewolf Shaman’s face revealed a spine-chilling smile, his deathly pale eyes without pupils now enveloped by a gray aura of Extreme Evil.

Terrifying, horrifying.

“What can you do for me? What an understanding vampire…”

“I want all the Beastmen of Risier City to become sacrifices for my god!”

Hiss~

Emi gasped in shock, stepped back three paces, his eyes now completely filled with astonishment.

The Beastmen of Risier City as sacrifices? That’s an army of hundreds of thousands!!

This Werewolf Shaman… his ambition is too great!

Immediately, a sharp alertness shone in his eyes. Why would he share such a high-level secret with me?

“Lord Shaman, although I truly wish to help you, I might be powerless.

Although I have received a portion of that Grand Being’s power, I cannot undo those ancient seals, nor can I remove the Magic Prohibition Chains around me…”

The Werewolf Shaman grinned, “Vampire, do you think that obtaining the power of my god was a stroke of luck?”

Emi’s eyes widened in dismay, incredulously looking at the Werewolf Shaman before him.

“Could it be, could this power…”

“Yes, why did I choose you to touch the altar in the first place?” The Werewolf Shaman’s gaze became even more terrifying, and the gray aura had now covered his face.

“Because, vampire, you are the most extreme form of Dark Life, capable of bearing the Divine Descent of my god!

Over several months, your body has been transformed by the power of my god more than once.

The day the seal breaks will be the time of my god’s descent!”

Damn it!!

This damn bastard wants to use me as a vessel for possession!

Emi’s anger surged, but just as he was about to speak, a blasphemous language from the ancient times echoed in his ear, belonging to an Extremely Evil being, an existence that obliterates everything.

“Plague and death were in the past, plague and death are present, plague and death will always be.”

“He is eternal, He is the past, He exists in the past and He also exists now, He is the master of plague and death, He is the spreader of disease and destruction.

He is eternal, He is also the only one, He will not die, He will live forever, He will also be reborn…”

Emi’s consciousness swayed and then sunk into a deep sleep.

The Werewolf Shaman raised his arms, his body enveloped by a gray aura of Extreme Evil, the blasphemous ancient language echoing like the whispers of the Death God within the dungeon, yet not leaving its confines.

“My god, is about to return…”

“The sky and the earth will crumble under His Divine Power…”

“Everyone shall become His sacrifice!”

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