I Became the Progenitor Vampire-Chapter 277 - 279 Blood Clan Ancestor vs Divine
Chapter 277 -279: Blood Clan Ancestor vs Divine Bloodline, The Terrifying Blood Mage (12,000 Words Mega Chapter)
Chapter 277 -279: Blood Clan Ancestor vs Divine Bloodline, The Terrifying Blood Mage (12,000 Words Mega Chapter)
“Form up!!”
“Iron Hoof Army, prepare!!”
“Archers, notch your arrows!!!”
Sam Hoof Iron, a level 15 Centaur chief, stood at the forefront of an army of fifteen thousand centaur soldiers, his dark eyes hidden behind his armor, fixated on the equally massive army beyond a thousand blades—the Black Wind Tribe.
The location of the confrontation between the two tribes was a flat open space, its yellow, slightly cracked earth spotted with low wild grass, showing hints of green as the Planting Season approached.
The sun was covered by dark clouds in the sky, the dense clouds resembling a grand mountain horizontally spanning the horizon; the chill around intensified as evening approached.
The air, tense due to the standoff, seemed bitterly cold, the breezes cutting through like the edge of a knife.
War was about to begin.
Tap tap~ tap tap~
Many centaurs unconsciously dug pits in the hard yellow earth with their hooves, their grip on their weapons tightening, the atmosphere growing increasingly oppressive.
However, the Iron Hoof Tribe’s centaur warriors were unusually confident, their morale extremely high.
For within their tribe, more than a third of the warriors were clad in armor forged by dwarves, yes, armor forged by dwarves.
The dark patterns characteristic of dwarf-made products on the armor fascinated them.
The solid armor imbued the Iron Hoof Tribe warriors with the courage to face any enemy; they yearned for war, eager to prove their strength with a victory.
The Iron Hoof Tribe was destined to rise.
On the other hand, the opposing Black Wind Tribe appeared exceedingly shabby.
An imposing formation composed of eighteen thousand centaur warriors, yet most dressed in leather armors stitched from animal hides, with only a few wearing bone armors, all wielded stone spears and bone spears. In an army of nearly twenty thousand, the iron weapons and armors could be easily counted.
Primitive and desolate.
Beside the elite Iron Hoof Tribe, the Black Wind Tribe’s presence seemed diminished.
Yet under the rebukes and encouragement of the Black Wind Tribe’s high-ranking members, these centaur warriors did not flinch despite their poor equipment.
As centaurs who once established an empire, they were never short of bravery.
Victory would ultimately belong to the Black Wind Tribe!!
“Chief Sam, Kachar City Lord has not yet arrived… Should we initiate the attack now?!”
A centaur clad in heavy armor confidently approached Sam, a glint of eagerness in his eyes.
Three days ago, that mysterious and powerful ally from Kachar City, the Hand of Glory, had delivered three thousand sets of rare-level armor as promised.
This had significantly bolstered the influence of the Iron Hoof Tribe once again.
Adding to the previous two deals, the Iron Hoof Department now boasted five thousand eight hundred heavily armored warriors.
It was a formidable force that could awe anyone, capable now of facing any formidable enemy.
The Black Wind Tribe, unwilling to return their precious mines, would inevitably become ghosts under their iron hooves.
“Wait a little longer, Kachar City Lord… will come…”
Sam glanced at his capable subordinate and shook his head, saying no more.
Although the Iron Hoof Tribe’s strength had increased qualitatively, facing a Black Wind Tribe larger in number, without reinforcements, even a victory would come at an unimaginable cost.
He was waiting for that mysterious and magnificent figure, the powerful entity who could turn the tide of this battle.
Black Wind Tribe.
A centaur with the lower body of a pure white majestic horse, standing 3.4 blades tall, looked spiritedly at the Iron Hoof Tribe warriors clad in heavy armor beyond a thousand blades.
He was Morton Blackwind, king of the Black Wind Tribe, a level 16 centaur and one of the most powerful warriors in this region.
Yet at this moment, this formidable level 16 centaur was greatly excited, for the countless sets of armor among the Iron Hoof Tribe’s ranks set his heart racing.
“Armor?!! The weak Iron Hoof Tribe does not deserve to possess so many sets of armor. After the victory of the war, these armors will become the spoils of the Black Wind Tribe!”
No one understood better than the centaurs the difficulty of obtaining armor in the dwarf hill ranges.
Yet now, the opponent had appeared with thousands of sets of armor, which would be truly rare even in the king’s city of Gale City located in the dwarf hill ranges.
Nonetheless, Morton was convinced that everything about the opponent would become his spoils of war!
Over a hundred years ago, the Black Wind Tribe was able to seize territories from the Iron Hoof Tribe. A century later, facing the weakened Iron Hoof Tribe giving up their territory, he felt a profound psychological advantage.
Just as Morton was about to initiate an offensive, suddenly, a group of dark spots appeared in the distant sky.
Morton slightly raised his head, sensing something different.
Hostility.
Were those aerial units?
Moments later, giant bats with wingspans of ten blades appeared above the battlefield.
Over a thousand giant bats fluttered under the dense oppressive clouds, resembling a doomsday calamity descending upon the world, a spectacle that was truly alarming.
Morton frowned.
Bats??
Vampires??
This powerful 16th-level warrior caught a whiff of something unusual and abruptly turned his head to look towards the distant Iron Hoof Tribe arrayed against him.
Even across a thousand blades of distance, Morton could see the smile on the face of the Iron Hoof Tribe’s chief—Sam.
Were these damned Dark Creatures the enemy’s reinforcements?
“Archers, ready!”
At the command of the officer, the order was quickly answered.
Swish~
Behind him, a full 5,000 archers simultaneously raised their longbows, aiming their arrows skyward.
Should those damned bats dare come down, they would mercilessly draw their longbows to deliver the deadliest attack.
Morton wasn’t greatly afraid of these Dark Creatures, for the centaurs’ longbows could strike up to 200 blades high, and if it exceeded that height, the ground troops would have sufficient time to dodge.
However, Morton was surprised by the bats flying at heights of over a thousand blades; these Dark Creatures did not dive bomb them.
Instead, they spread out slightly, casting a shadow over the entire centaur formation.
Morton furrowed his brow, unclear of the Dark Creatures’ intentions. Could these thousands of bats possibly be planning to encircle their nearly twenty thousand strong army?
Moments later, as all the centaurs puzzled over it, hundreds of bats suddenly dropped dense clusters of black “stones” from beneath them.
Those black “stones” fell toward the ground at a high speed.
Morton blinked in astonishment, a hint of incredulity on his face, and felt an urge to laugh.
Did these damned bats really think they could attack by dropping stones from above our heads?
Such child’s play.
“Prepare to dodge those stones, and don’t let the damned bats kill you with them!”
The surrounding centaurs burst into laughter upon hearing this.
Throwing stones? Such an attack was laughable; was that really all they had?
In the blink of an eye, the first “stone” struck the dry, hard ground without any warning from the centaurs, and bang—the “stone” smashed into the earth, embedding itself tightly.
The centaurs who hadn’t been hit scoffed even more visibly.
A few even stepped forward to take a closer look at the “stone” that showed only its pointed tip, curious to see what kind of stone the enemy had thrown…
But in that instant.
Bang~ The terrifying explosion sounded like thunder, bursting in everyone’s ears.
The bodies of those few centaurs were instantly torn apart.
Buzzing~ The surrounding centaurs felt a sudden ringing in their ears and dizziness in their vision.
A huge ball of fire soared into the sky.
Shrapnel from the Alchemy Bomb explosion, able to tear through steel, blasted in all directions.
Over fifty densely packed centaurs were pierced and ripped apart by the shrapnel; blood splattered and limbs flew.
Bang~
Following quickly, the second falling Alchemy Bomb arrived.
The blast wave, like a tsunami, hit, showing how weak and powerless the stalwart centaur warriors were against this calamitous damage, like wheat being blown down.
Those centaurs near the Alchemy Bomb were blown up to heights of seven or eight blades before crashing down onto the ground, splashing blood everywhere.
The moment Morton, the 16th-level chieftain of the Black Wind Tribe, heard the explosion, his heart sank, and the name that made his hand tremble while holding his great axe flashed through his mind.
Alchemy Bomb!!!
Damn it, those bats weren’t dropping any damned stones!
It was Alchemy Bombs!
Having been isolated from the world for centuries, the Centaur Tribe hadn’t seen the already rare Alchemy Bombs for hundreds of years, thus they were caught completely unprepared.
Morton opened his mouth wide, wanting to shout a warning.
But the first batch of Alchemy Bombs had already hit the ground at that moment.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The massive explosions rendered all other sounds on this patch of land meaningless.
Unimaginable chaos broke out within the dense military formation; painful screams, furious roars, and pleading cries mixed with the explosions to become the dominant theme of the battlefield.
The terrifying lethality of the Alchemy Bombs destroyed the willpower of these centaur warriors in an instant.
Thus, the centaurs frantically scattered, but they were too densely packed.
Squad by squad, the centaurs, packed like ants, were crowded and pressed together.
The attack from the Alchemy Bombs in the sky came too quickly.
Not even giving the Black Wind Tribe a second to prepare.
In just under a minute, the eighteen-thousand-strong Black Wind Tribe faced over 2000 Alchemy Bombs.
The densely positioned and completely unprepared Centaur Tribe, after this round of attacks, saw their numbers reduced from eighteen thousand to just under eight thousand…
Instantly melted.
These defenseless creatures were slaughtered as easily as lambs.
This was the outcome after the centaurs had gone mad trying to avoid the alchemy bombs following the explosion.
Morton gazed through the surrounding smoky air, catching the scent of burning flames scorching the earth and corpses, mixed with the stench of fresh blood, which made his breathing labored and rapid.
At this moment, this Level 16 centaur felt dizzy and disoriented. An alchemy bomb had exploded right beside him. Although he had endured it with his strong physique, a few centaurs nearby were torn apart into pieces before his very eyes.
Looking around, he saw through thick smoke the extremely gruesome scene that filled him with boundless fury.
But what agonized this Centaur Chief to the extreme was the fact that the bats dropping bombs from the sky never came down, leaving him no choice but to helplessly watch.
The range was beyond their capabilities.
Moments later, the terrifying explosion sound that had petrified the Black Wind Tribe finally ceased.
But before the furious Morton could regroup and prepare all his troops for a counterattack, a more shocking and terrifying scene unfolded.
Through the smoke, hundreds of vampires could be faintly seen flying at a low altitude within two hundred blades, their wings flapping beneath the thick clouds like demons from the abyss.
Then, from these hundreds of vampires, countless blood-red bats suddenly surged out.
Hundreds of vampires crazily unleashed tens of thousands of blood-red bats, turning the sky instantly blood-red.
Like a locus plague in a drought year, the hum of their wings and the shrill screeching filled the air.
The scene was like the abyss tearing apart, the endless apocalypse arriving.
Hu~
The countless blood-red bats, under Morton’s terrified gaze, rushed into the centaur army that had just been baptized by alchemy bombs, and those still-bleeding wounds were wildly torn apart by the formless Slaughter Bats.
The corpses, not yet cleared of blood, were devoured by the Slaughter Bats.
A Slaughter Bat, after entering a corpse, sucked all the surrounding blood and energy like a sponge, leaving the centaur corpse pale and decayed in an instant.
Pch~
When a Slaughter Bat emerged from another wound, its size had tripled in just a few seconds, becoming even more ferocious, with its claws on its feet and fangs in its mouth becoming sharper and more deadly after being transformed by the sufficient energy.
Another such Slaughter Bat, after flying out of a corpse, shuddered, splitting directly into two Slaughter Bats.
Splitting, reproducing, growing.
Bloody Storm.
Tens of thousands of wounded or dead centaurs became the best fodder for the Slaughter Bats.
The initial tens of thousands of Slaughter Bats quadrupled in just two minutes.
The scene became extremely shocking.
From a bird’s-eye view from the sky.
A red cloud composed of blood-red bats entirely enveloped the area, devouring everything it encountered.
No matter how the Centaur Warriors struggled, they were helpless against the terrifying number of Slaughter Bats.
With the Black Wind Tribe’s blood, the Slaughter Bats declared to the world that the Blood Mage, a powerful profession that had incited countless slaughters in ancient times, had returned.
The large bodies of the centaurs became the perfect targets, each one attacked furiously by dozens, even hundreds of Slaughter Bats,
while the intangible Slaughter Bats allowed the centaurs’ spears to strike through them, as even the sharpest spears could not inflict fatal damage on these magically transformed beings.
The attacked Slaughter Bats merely consumed the energy within their bodies; mere physical attacks, unless extraordinarily powerful, could not instantly kill the Slaughter Bats.
With no commanding and leading organization for an effective resistance, the centaurs entered a complete state of collapse.
Morton’s giant axe tore through the sky, and more than a dozen Slaughter Bats around him were shredded instantly under the furious power of the Level 16 warrior.
As Morton watched himself being enveloped by the red ocean, the heart of this chieftain of the Black Wind Tribe, a Level 16 Centaur Warrior, sunk into an abyss, his back soaked in cold sweat.
The rage in his heart seemed quenched by a bucket of cold water, the flames in his eyes turning into endless despair.
He watched in despair as his tribesmen were devoured by those damned bats, their warrior strength unable to withstand the countless bats.
He wanted to organize his people to resist, but these uncountable bats forcibly isolated him from the outside world.
There were too many, too many for him to kill.
Above his head, beside him, even under his feet, were only the screeching blood-red bats; he could see no other color in his world.
Bats, bats!!
He could no longer even see the surroundings ten blades away; the bats covered everything.
“Ah!!!”
Morton began to roar as if he had gone mad.
His long-handled hurricane axe swung wildly left and right, the huge force turning the magically transformed Slaughter Bats into bursts of blood-colored energy rippling in the air.
But, too many, too many.
It all fell into an insurmountable deadlock, the screams of his surrounding centaurs had stopped at an unknown time, and time seemed to have halted around him, with the endless bats and their soul-penetrating screeching as the only tune.
In a daze, Morton could only mechanically swing his weapon to resist the ceaseless attacks of the bats.
Perhaps it had been ten minutes, or a Sunshine Hour.
He had lost all sense of time.
Suddenly, Morton felt some resistance in his hands, and within the bat swarm that was originally the size of two palms, huge bats with a wingspan of half a blade and even a full blade appeared, mingling within the group.
Those ferocious bats left deep marks on his armor with every attack.
But Morton, like a statue cast in iron, did not let the savage bats stop his assault. As if immune to fatigue, he continued to wildly swing the long-handled giant axe in his hands.
He couldn’t stop, he had to fight his way out, his tribesmen were still waiting for him.
The power of a Level 16 Centaur Heavy Armor Warrior was invincible at that moment.
Though there were many Slaughter Bats, they could never bridge the fundamental gap in strength.
However, shortly afterward, the situation changed again, and the bats surrounding Morton grew stronger.
Half-blade bats became the mainstream, with some having two blades and even some with wingspans of three blades.
The terrifying onslaught became even more ferocious, and even with the strength of a Level 16 warrior, he slowly grew weary both physically and mentally, his attacks becoming slower and weaker.
Morton was like a rock on the shore, enduring the fiercest onslaught of the stormy waves, on the verge of being shattered by them.
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Sam gazed at the horrific scene in the distance, his hands clutching the giant axe trembling uncontrollably.
His mouth felt inexplicably dry.
Turning his head to look at the old man who had somehow appeared beside him, his voice trembled, “Father, is this the power held by the Kachar City Lord?”
The impact he felt was almost greater than anyone else’s.
First, a round of powerful alchemy bombs had thrown the dense Centaur army into disarray, followed by—
Blood and bats.
Hundreds of vampires released tens of thousands of blood-colored bats, forming a long river of slaughter that surged from the sky toward the Black Wind Tribe, dazed by the alchemy bombs.
The blood and severed limbs became nutrients for the growth of these blood-colored bats.
The bats, having devoured the blood, split into even more numbers like demons, with a portion growing stronger after consuming blood.
The Black Wind Tribe faced an unimaginably dreadful defeat, being unilaterally slaughtered without the ability to fight back.
Eighteen thousand Centaur warriors, watched by him and all the Centaurs of the Iron Hoof Tribe, were all devoured in less than half a Sunshine Hour.
And all that remained on the battlefield were the blood-colored bats emitting sharp, piercing shrieks, now numbering 200,000 to 300,000, becoming a source of terror for all the Centaurs.
Those flapping their wings, devouring the blood, were the source of their fear at this moment.
Merely a few hundred Blood Clan members had eradicated a stronger Centaur Tribe… and that mysterious Kachar City Lord had not even taken action yet, nor had the incapacitating Bone Dragon shown itself.
Sam dared not imagine what would happen if these bats attacked them, what fate would befall the Iron Hoof Tribe.
The visualization of that scene in his mind made Sam shiver uncontrollably.
“Sam, never underestimate anyone. From the moment we started trading with the Kachar City Lord, we had no choice,” the old man said in a low tone.
No one wants to lose control of their destiny, but this world is always so cruel.
The weak submit to the strong, that’s the survival rule of the Dwarf Hills, and of the entire Glory World.
“But now, we are allies with the Kachar City Lord, Sam. We are not enemies.”
Not enemies… muttering those few words under his breath, Sam’s eyes slowly brightened.
It seemed as long as they were not enemies with the other side, he could possess endless courage.
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Is this the end??
Lide sat on Castro, looking down at the scene of the Slaughter Bats wreaking havoc, his expression slightly odd.
He hadn’t expected it to go so smoothly. Initially, when he dropped the alchemy bombs, these Centaurs just stood there foolishly unhidden and even curiously watched.
Stretching their necks so long, were they teasing me?
The first combat use of alchemy bombs had caused unprecedented, exaggerated damage to the Centaur Tribe, directly reducing their numbers by more than half.
The scattered limbs and fragments created the perfect opportunity for the Blood Mages.
The super move Bloody Storm was immediately activated.
Unique·Restricted Skill: Bloody Storm (Consumes 50% of the body’s blood to summon 100 ethereal Slaughter Bats made of magic power and blood to attack the enemy. The bats will continue to grow, reproduce, and split as they devour blood, duration: until the blood energy is exhausted)
Aside from the necessary forces to defend Dawn City, Lide brought along 300 Blood Mages this time, instantly summoning 30,000 Slaughter Bats with their combined grand spell.
The remnants and fragments from the explosion became the best nourishment for the Slaughter Bats.
The Centaurs, unable to organize resistance amidst the chaos of the explosion, failed to stop the Slaughter Bats from performing their most crucial action—devouring blood.
By the time the centaurs reacted, the number of Slaughter Bats had exploded from thirty thousand to one hundred thousand, and the centaurs, in utter chaos without any command, immediately fell into even greater panic.
It was as if countless knives were cutting flesh, although the centaur army still counted seven to eight thousand, they could no longer organize themselves.
And having lost their last capability to resist, the centaurs became nothing more than food for the Slaughter Bats.
Just like that… in just half a Sunshine Hour, this formidable force was wiped out before he even acted.
Only one remained in the field, a Level 16 Black Wind Tribe chief, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Slaughter Bats.
Lide glanced deeply at the Blood Storm still swirling on the ground.
The strength of the Blood Mage filled him with immense emotions and surprises, this profession was definitely a pillar for the Bloodline’s future rise.
The only regret he had was…
He turned his head and looked at the Bloodsucking Sword Guards, the Blood-colored Blade, and a few Crimson Hunters, who were ready to move out but had to stop, and with a bizarre expression, he shook his head.
He had expected a fierce battle that would extensively test the combat power of every Bloodline profession.
Now, well… too many Alchemy Bombs thrown caused the centaur tribe to collapse, followed by the Blood Mage whose strength exceeded his expectations; a single major spell wiped out the remaining centaurs.
Leaving the other three professions awkwardly hanging in the air.
Sometimes being too powerful is also a worry.
With no shame, Lide laughed out loud.
A moment later, under the fearful gaze of the Iron Hoof Tribe, Lide descended slowly to the ground on Castro.
Dismounting, he directly faced the 3.5 blades tall Centaur Chief Sam.
Behind him, an endless swarm of Slaughter Bats and a blood-colored storm was devouring all enemies.
The sky was filled with Magic Language Bats with a wingspan of ten blades, these demon beasts had just thrown bombs that destroyed tens of thousands of soldiers, and their residual power lingered.
Arriving with a grand momentum, Lide’s dignity was magnified to the extreme.
Compared to the majestic and robust Level 15 Centaur Chief standing 3.5 blades tall, Lide was now the protagonist here, dazzling and splendorous, glory embodied all in one.
Taking a serene step forward and walking up to Sam, Lide looked at the somewhat pale-faced centaur, his mouth curving into a cold arc.
“Sam…”
Seeing Lide’s faintly crimson eyes, Sam’s mind thundered, as if struck by lightning, a nameless terror pierced from his heart straight to his brain.
His massive body took three steps back, and his legs nearly gave way, almost kneeling and sprawling on the ground.
Immortal King (you possess a strong oppression over dark life, when facing dark creatures with a Legend Level below 10, they will enter states like terror, panic, and weakened will, reducing attributes by 20%…)
After enduring the earlier scene, Sam’s reverence for Lide had already reached its peak, triggering this title for dark life, his heart now filled with fear.
To Sam at this moment, Lide’s handsome face seemed more terrifying and ghastly than a demon.
“Your Highness, Sam extends his humble greetings to you.”
The tall 3.5 blades Level 15 Centaur Chief trembled and bowed deeply to Lide, no longer displaying the pride he held as chief.
And at this moment, none of the surrounding centaurs showed surprise or dissatisfaction.
Because the figure standing before them had enslaved a Bone Dragon and held the power to easily destroy a centaur tribe stronger than theirs.
Respect must be maintained before the mighty.
Lide, keenly aware of this, looked at the Centaur Chief with a mocking smile in his eyes, “Sam, my friend, I believe, I have already won the war. Now, it’s time to tally the spoils of war.”
After speaking and feeling a certain sensation, Lide turned his head and looked at an old horse near Sam about the same height as him. Observing the almost mutual gaze they shared, his face revealed a playful smile.
“Who might this be?”
Upon hearing Lide’s question, the old horse clenched his fist to his chest and bowed respectfully to Lide.
“Respected Kachar Your Highness, I am the former chief of the Iron Hoof Tribe, Milo Iron Hoof.”
The old chief??
Lide’s eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a contemplative expression, “Chief Milo, good day…”
Just as he was about to say more, a sudden massive roar erupted from the center enveloped by the blood-colored storm, an angry screech interrupting Lide’s next words.
Then, at the center of the vortex formed by the Slaughter Bats, a cyan light rose.
The dense swarm of bats was blasted into a vacuum dozens of blades wide, and hundreds, thousands of Slaughter Bats were instantly shattered, exploding into bursts of blood-colored fireworks.
At that moment, a centaur with a pure white horse’s body, wearing blood-stained shattered armor, and radiating powerful aura appeared in Lide’s sight.
Lide’s eyes narrowed slightly, he naturally recognized this centaur, the strongest presence in the Black Wind Tribe from observations in mid-air—Level 16 Centaur Chief.
But now this energy…
Level 17.
Lide was somewhat surprised; this centaur had broken through to Level 17.
Sam, even more astonished by the side, seeing the pale cyan energy on the other, spoke with an undeniable tremor in his voice.
“He has, he has awakened the Gale Bloodline?!”
Lide, slightly puzzled, turned his head.
“Gale Bloodline?”
Sam nodded, his face filled with jealousy, envy, and hatred; the bloodline seemed extraordinarily precious.
“The Gale Bloodline is the most powerful bloodline among the centaurs. In ancient legends, the Gale Bloodline was the divine gift from the god of centaurs to his people and was considered the most fitting bloodline for the centaurs, hence it was also known as the Divine Bloodline.
Every centaur has a chance to awaken after reaching level 15, but it is very difficult…
I haven’t heard of any centaur who has awakened the Gale Bloodline in the Dwarf Hills for a long time…”
Lide looked at the centaur, who, after leveling up, was surrounded by a pale blue force and showed a hint of curiosity in his eyes. The Divine Bloodline bestowed by the centaur god?
Just then, the scene in the distance began to change.
At level 17, the centaur chief Morton’s pale blue energy fluctuated like blazing flames, extending even to the weapon in his hands.
Every wave of that pale blue energy was sharp like a blade, shattering and exploding the Slaughter Bats upon contact, and Morton’s each strike cleared a large area around him.
The ferocious Slaughter Bats, formed by devouring the blood of tens of thousands, were like moths fluttering into blazing torches, no longer able to approach their adversary with ease.
The fierce Slaughter Bats could no longer press down on that centaur as they formerly did.
“Gale Bloodline, Divine Bloodline?”
Lide murmured softly twice, then a broad smile curled up at the corners of his mouth.
His dark pupils flashed a few hints of crimson.
“I wonder, compared to the Ancestor Bloodline, how long can this so-called Divine Bloodline hold up?”
Lide suddenly turned, “Sam, have your men capture back the centaur that just fled.
This centaur with the Divine Bloodline… belongs to me now.”
Sam blinked, just about to speak, but then the presence of Lide in front of him changed dramatically, manifesting the graceful true form of a vampire.
His handsome face, as if meticulously sculpted by a master, was enough to drive any member of the opposite sex insane.
His eyes crimson, more captivating than even the most precious rubies.
His dark red bat wings opened slightly behind him, exuding an aura as if crawling out from the abyss, carrying an innate, bone-deep dignity.
Sam, seeing Lide’s eyes, felt as if staring into an abyss with countless terrifying and fierce demons roaring heart-wrenchingly at him.
Thud, thud, thud~ he staggered back three steps, his forehead at level 15 beaded entirely with sweat.
A great terror seized his heart.
The title of Immortal King, with its accompanying legendary-level will inspection, was not something this level 15 centaur could withstand.
Lide felt power bursting inside him like magma, his eyes flashing with a tinge of intoxication.
But still… it wasn’t enough.
“Bloodline Shackles, open…”
Bloodline Shackles: …Unlocks the body’s restrains and activates the Bloodline of the Bloodline Ancestor. Upon activation, strength, physical recovery rate, and magic power recovery rate are increased by 1000%, and this effect doubles during the night and can consume the body’s blood to maintain this state for a long duration.
Bang, bang~
Bang, bang~
The hidden power in the bloodline suddenly revived, an infinite strength surged into his body, and psh~ the surrounding space instantly stirred up a surge of intense air waves.
The soil around him splattered.
Lide extended his right hand, a crimson energy on it wavering slowly like a demonic flame.
His fingers clenched into a fist, crackle~ crimson energy burst forth.
Slightly turning around, his face, now transformed into a vampire, reached the limits of human imagination in perfection, with a hint of coldness.
Dominant yet sinister.
Lide’s tall and slender body stepped forward.
Under the gaze of Sam and all the nearby centaurs, he disappeared into the air.
Shadow Blade (After transforming into a vampire, one can enter the Dimension Space, immune to divine level and below investigation skills, gains 500% attack speed in shadows and during the nighttime, and acquires the throat-slitting feature, Throat Slit: Concentrates all power to unleash 1000% of force during the first strike.)
After entering the Dimension Space, an eerie silence enveloped the air, and Lide looked at the main plane through a hazy veil, the surroundings hazy and slightly blurred.
Flapping his wings slightly, moving through the dimension felt extremely peculiar, as if passing through a thin cloth, each advance stirring up invisible ripples, the pressure of space palpable on his body.
However, the crimson energy around him seemed particularly compatible with that spatial resistance, allowing Lide to easily move in the direction he desired.
Ahead.
Flapping his wings slightly, his speed through the Dimension Space was a bit faster than outside.
He sensed the presence of the level 17 centaur.
Because in the Dimension Space, that level 17 centaur appeared like a fiercely burning flame, emitting endless authority.
Lide rapidly approached, but when within thirty blades’ distance, he discovered a huge ripple formed in the Dimension Space.
Lide frowned, his keen senses telling him if he continued to approach, he would inevitably be forcefully ejected from the Dimension Space, unable to conceal himself fully, at most entering within a range of ten blades of the opponent.
Thoughtfully, he nodded.
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“It seems hiding in Dimension Space won’t allow close approach to the target. The stronger the force, the further the range one can enter. Only those with weaker power can get close enough to the opponent.”
The stronger the body’s inherent power, the greater the force they contained. Although warrior professions cannot traverse dimensions, their powerful body forces can still influence the surrounding Dimension Space, thereby preventing assassin professions from directly opening into their neck or even heart.
“It seems reasonable when you put it that way,” he mused, “if an assassin really could directly enter from the Dimension Space to overlap with their target, then this world should have been ruled by assassins long ago, not dominated by mages who become mage lords.”
After realizing this, he no longer hesitated. With a wave of his hand, crack, the space in front of him shattered like a mirror.
Lide, with a body emanating the endless dignity of a superior being, appeared in front of Morton, a level 17 Centaur Chief of the Black Wind Tribe, who had just awakened his Gale Bloodline.
Morton was currently immersed in the ecstatic joy of awakening his bloodline and the complex emotions of despair from his tribe being slaughtered.
Upon seeing Lide’s quintessential Vampire appearance, boundless rage ignited within him.
It was these damn Vampires!
Without any superfluous words, Morton, in a violent rage, brandished his three-bladed long axe and charged at Lide.
He was determined to crush this filthy, disgusting vermin!
His body’s pale blue energy surged wildly, like hot oil poured over a torch.
The Slaughter Bats that swooped nearby burst as soon as they touched the pale blue energy, exploding into clusters of blood-colored flowers in the air.
The charging Centaur Chief, towering 3.4 blades high, was like a siege engine capable of smashing towering walls.
Bang bang~ Bang bang~
With each stamp of his hooves on the ground, massive cracks appeared on the hard yellow earth, and his speed surged wildly.
His momentum was violently fierce, and the swings of his long-handled axe could tear through any obstruction.
Lide watched the rapidly approaching figure without a hint of the desire to dodge, a cold smile curving his lips. He stretched out his right hand, his fingers curling slightly into a fist.
Blood Clan Exclusive Magic – ‘Blood Control (Super)’: Capable of manipulating the blood inside a creature’s body.
While running at high speed, Morton suddenly stumbled, a look of extreme pain on his face.
He felt as if the blood in his body was about to burst out of every blood vessel.
“Ah!!”
The level 17 Centaur Chief let out a miserable roar, his pale blue energy frantically surging, using endless energy to block the force controlling him.
After a moment, he regained control of his body.
This damn vampire! What kind of evil magic is this?!
Lide, feeling that he had lost control over the blood within Morton’s body, showed no change in expression, the curve of his lips still intact.
Bang bang~
Bang bang~
After Lide’s sudden attack, Morton grew even more frenzied, charging at him with all his might, his tremendous force causing the ground itself to tremble.
Seeing the Centaur, completely consumed by rage, charge at him again.
Lide’s body suddenly tensed, showing no hint of dodging; instead, he charged straight at the level 17 Centaur.
His eyes glowed crimson, his killing intent ice-cold.
Every step he took, the hard ground crumbled beneath him.
A distance of more than twenty blades was crossed in the blink of an eye.
The level 17 Centaur swung his long-handled axe, colliding with Lide in the most violent manner.
Boom~
The long-handled axe was met with Lide’s fist, directly resisting it.
A huge blast of air erupted, sending the surrounding mud flying into the air as dust.
To onlookers, the scene was immensely shocking; a 3.4-blade-high Centaur wielding a giant axe was unexpectedly caught barehanded by a figure less than two blades tall.
At that moment, Lide’s right hand, formed into a fist, struck the body of the long-handled axe, slightly missing the blade edge.
Slaughter Hand (Combat Awareness, Combat Skills, Battlefield Sense, etc. enhanced to Extraordinary Level), acquiring a Special Trait: Danger Perception (capable of sensing imminent threats).
After unlocking the Bloodline Shackles, his strength increased by 1000%, allowing him to directly withstand the charge attack of the enormous Centaur.
Sam and all the other Centaurs couldn’t see more details, just the sight of Lide barehandedly resisting the charge of the level 17 Centaur Chief who had awakened the Gale Bloodline, which filled them with awe.
At a distance, Sam’s eyes nearly popped out.
So fierce!!!
The moment the two collided, an unbelievably rebounding force numbed Morton’s hands, and the level 17 Centaur immediately realized the terror of this vampire.
A tremendous force erupted, as he attempted to pull back his long-handled axe for another strike.
Anyone who faced his next attack would surely die under his axe.
But just as Morton was pulling his hand back, Lide’s crimson eyes narrowed slightly, his Extraordinary Level combat skills keenly aware of the opponent’s very subtle pause,
The power contained within his body compressed to the extreme.
Like a spring tightened to its limit.
His legs erupted with tsunami-like force, propelling his body forward just as Morton slightly lifted the axe handle; Lide had already closed the distance to Morton’s body.
His right foot swung like a pendulum, fiercely kicking towards Morton’s front thigh.
Boom~
Crack~
The ultimate strength burst forth, and the hooves protected by solid armor snapped in an instant. Morton let out a painful roar, only to feel an unbearable severe pain spreading through him, causing his body to soften and rapidly tilt toward the ground.
Meanwhile, Lide’s body shot up, and he swung his fist directly at Morton’s chin with an uppercut.
Bang~
With Super Strength (Extreme), Super Strong Physique (Extreme), and Super Agility (Extreme), how terrifying was the power of Lide who had amplified his strength by ten times?
A 3,000-pound, Level 17 centaur was struck by a fist to his chin and then his massive body flew off the ground, wildly falling backward.
The scene was shockingly mythical.
After flipping halfway through the air, the centaur’s body harshly slammed into the ground, creating a muffled thud and visibly shaking the surrounding ground.
At this moment, Lide, devoid of any foolish notions about a fair fight, quickly approached the dazed centaur chieftain, furiously grabbing the other front leg that he hadn’t broken yet. His slender body was like a spring wound to its limit releasing its energy.
The enormous body of the centaur, 3.5 blades in height and nearly 5 blades in length, was then lifted up by Lide.
Only then did the centaur chieftain barely regain his senses, feeling his body lifted from the ground, his eyes flashing with deep anger and unmistakable panic.
Had he just been overpowered by a damn vampire in terms of strength??
The pale blue energy on his body surged wildly, attacking Lide with a sharpness that could easily shred steel.
However, the blood-red energy on Lide was just as formidable, and the pale blue energy, which could instantly exterminate slaughter bats, posed no threat to Lide.
Lide didn’t give Morton any more time to react. With a fierce force in his hands, he swung the centaur chieftain through the air for half a turn before smashing the gigantic figure to the ground.
Bang~
The hard, yellow ground cracked instantly like a tortoise shell, dirt flying in all directions.
The ground then showed spider-web-like cracks spanning more than a dozen blades.
And yet, this was not the end.
After smashing the Level 17 centaur to the ground, Lide exerted force again, the power within him erupting like magma, endlessly powerful.
Once again, the Level 17 centaur was lifted from the ground.
Then, Bang~
The ground trembled.
Bang~
Bang~
Bang~
From a distance, Sam watched dumbstruck as the centaur who had awakened the Gale Bloodline was swung to the ground by Lide like a toy.
“That, that is a centaur who has awakened the Gale Bloodline!!! A Level 17 centaur warrior!!??
He was, he was….!!!!!”
Sam was completely flustered at this moment.
Bang~
When the earth trembled for the last time.
The hard, yellow ground around Lide was now completely covered with pits of various sizes, and aside from the yellow dirt, there was also scarlet blood splattered everywhere.
Now looking over, an unrecognizable, bloody figure lay on the ground, alive or dead unknown.
Morton, the Level 17 centaur chieftain, had armor previously looted from humans, now shattered and broken due to too many collisions with the ground, exposing his completely bare upper body.
His body no longer had a single spot without blemish, covered in scars, with bones nearly two-thirds fractured, and the pale blue energy had been completely smashed out of him.
Meanwhile, Lide’s expression remained as calm as ever, his body even untouched by mud and blood.
Around him, slaughter bats screamed soul-tearing shrieks, and a bloody storm swirled around him like a tornado, frantically swirling.
The ground shattered, blood covered the yellow dirt, the scene vast and grand as if a dark demon king had descended from mythic tales.
The Level 17 centaur warrior lying on the ground now served merely as a backdrop for Lide.
Elegant yet bloody, powerful yet terrifying.
Lide looked at the barely breathing Morton, shaking his head with a touch of regret.
He actually hadn’t had enough fun yet; the centaur was too weak.
Merely possessing great strength but unable to utilize even 50% of it… he could sense an indescribable powerful force gestating within the opponent’s bloodline, but the opponent probably couldn’t control it due to just having awakened.
At this moment, Lide could somewhat understand why Betty had been able to kill a Level 19 Molten Demon, which was transformed from a Level 17 dark bishop, with just two slashes when he first subdued Grotte.
Their combat skills were no longer on the same level; he could take advantage of a slight flaw to prevent his opponent from striking back.
“Compared to Betty’s two slashes to kill a Level 19 Molten Demon… my trophy being just a Level 17 centaur, seems a bit low-level…”
Morton, slightly revived by his exaggerated physique, coughed up another mouthful of blood upon hearing Lide’s monologue, then fell into complete unconsciousness…
His last conscious thought as the centaur passed out was… This damn vampire!
PS: Don’t rush me so much, big shots. I’ve been working since 7 am today. Editing isn’t just changing a few words; it involves proofreading, adding plot, deleting unnecessary dialogues, and supplementing descriptions, all while ensuring consistency. It’s quite troublesome.
