In the distance, the silhouette of a castle could be vaguely seen. Tim heaved a sigh of relief. He was finally back. He had lost count of how many battles he had gone through along the way. In that great war, not only were the races on the surface in a mess, but the system of the races in the abyss was also completely torn apart. Not all the underground races were willing to give face to the vampires, especially a lone vampire like him, who could easily become the prey of others.
Although vampires had outstanding recovery abilities, Tim was now covered in wounds. His clothes were tattered, and he looked very miserable. However, upon seeing the castle in the distance, Tim's body seemed to have been injected with new energy, and he sped up. He didn't have a choice. He didn't dare to turn into a bat and fly in the sky in the Abyss World. If he did that, his defense would be too weak, and it was very likely that he would be killed by the enemies lurking in the dark before he could turn into a human.
At this time, a group of black dots flew over from the direction of the castle. They were moving very fast, and gradually, Tim could see that it was a group of bats. He couldn't help but feel happy. The bats that appeared here should be his own race.
Sure enough, the group of bats flew near Tim and turned into human forms, surrounding Tim in the middle.
"Yo! Isn't this our young master? " A young man in black clothes came up with a sloppy expression. He walked around Tim a few times and clicked his tongue. "What's wrong with you? Don't tell me you met a group of Abyssal Banshees? "
Tim frowned. He didn't expect it to be this guy. This guy was famous for his sharp tongue among the younger generation of the race. Whether it was good or bad, there was only one thing for sure after meeting this guy, and that was that you must be in a bad mood.
If it was any other time, Tim could still argue a little. However, he was really exhausted from the journey, and his mood was heavy. He didn't have time to care about the ridicule in the other party's words. He said in a deep voice, "I want to see the ancestor!"
Kamen's expression changed. "What happened?!"
Tim bit his lips and said word by word, "My mother and Caroline are dead!"
The surrounding vampires were all stunned. The atmosphere was particularly tense. After a long while, Kamen asked, "Who did it?"
Tim shook his head. "Don't ask. I want to see the ancestor!"
"I can take you there." At this point, Kamen hesitated. If it was any other time, he definitely wouldn't let go of this opportunity to attack Tim, but the problem was too serious. He didn't have the mood to bicker. "But …"
Trent gritted his teeth. "I know! I'll do it myself! "
"Yourself?" Karmen's jaw dropped. "Do you want to die?"
"Ancestor, if you don't make a move, who will avenge my mother? What's the point of me living?! "Tim roared with bloodshot eyes.
"What does Zagunéd mean?"
"Him?!" Tim snorted.
Kamen sighed. "Alright, I'll take you there." With that, he turned around and walked away, muttering, "I knew humans were f * cking unreliable. Did you see that? Your cheap father is a lord. How …"
Tim followed behind with a face full of hatred. His mother was killed, but as his father, Zagunéd didn't do anything. Instead, he hooked up with that slut. Of course, no matter how much he disliked it, he wouldn't dare to express his dissatisfaction in front of Zagunéd. However, Tim had already made up his mind. When he saw the ancestor, he would definitely explain everything clearly. With the ancestor's temper, he would definitely be furious and teach his heartless father a lesson.
Some vampires had already returned to inform their clansmen in the castle. When Tim reached the bottom of the castle, the castle gate was already wide open. Although Tim was just an insignificant person in the vampire community, his mother, Betty, was quite famous. Not every vampire could evolve their racial talents, and different talents determined their future status in the community. Betty's talent could definitely be considered as the best among her generation. Her death was a great loss to the vampire community.
More importantly, Betty's child was coming back to awaken the ancestor. This was a major event that hadn't happened in hundreds of years. The ancestor wasn't a single person, but a group of old vampires that had lived for thousands of years. Any one of them had enough power to set off a bloody storm in the Abyss. Most importantly, no matter who wanted to awaken them, they would have to pay the price, and that was blood!
Vampires were bloodthirsty, but this didn't mean that they had an endless supply of blood. Awakening the slumbering ancestor was something that had happened before, but it was done by gathering the strength of everyone. If Betty didn't die and wanted to awaken the ancestor, she could've brought all the vampires under her. Each of them only needed to give a portion of their blood. Although their strength would be weakened, it was completely negligible.
However, it was different this time. Tim was alone. When his mother, Betty, followed Zagunéd to the surface, she had already taken away all the vampires loyal to her. In other words, in the Abyss, the nest of vampires, no one would sacrifice their blood for Tim. After all, the power of a vampire came from their blood.
Could a person's blood awaken the ancestor? This was a question that many vampires in the castle were interested in. The only thing that was certain was that no one would help. Everyone was watching Tim walk into the castle with an attitude of watching a show, as if he was already a dead man.
If it was someone who had never been to a vampire's nest, they would've been shocked by the scene in front of them. This was because there was nothing in the castle except for a huge hole that was emitting cold air. Standing at the edge of the hole, one could see that the depths of the hole were brightly lit. It turned out that the real buildings of the vampire's nest were all underground. This was also something that the other abyssal races had always been puzzled about. Why did the vampires, with their strength, only occupy such a small area?
In fact, if the entire vampire's nest was dug out, it would be discovered that it was a huge pyramid-shaped building. As for the castle on the surface, it was just the tip of the tower.
Tim cast a spell, turned into a bat, and flew into the hole. Kamen also followed him. As for Kamen's subordinates, they could only return to the surface to patrol because it was their turn to be on duty today.
As Tim flew down, vampires turned into bats and followed him from time to time. Awakening the ancestor was a once-in-a-century event. Everyone wanted to take a look. Even those who had a grudge with Betty followed. There was no other reason other than to see how Betty's child died.
The hole was very deep, extending down for tens of thousands of meters. There were no traces of man-made excavation in the depths. The walls of the hole were rocks that shone in the darkness. After a while, Tim finally flew to the bottom of the hole. On the surface of the ground, there was an incomparably huge magic formation. The lines that formed the magic formation were all deep grooves. There were still some dried black blood stains left in them, and a strong smell of blood assaulted his senses.
Tim's expression changed. Although he had already decided to awaken the ancestor at any cost, looking at the crisscrossing grooves on the ground, Tim's heart sank. Even if he drained all his blood, he would only be able to fill a small part of it.
The flapping of wings didn't stop. Vampires continuously flew down and hung on the walls of the hole. Tim looked up and saw at least several thousand bats hanging there. He couldn't help but bitterly smile. In front of so many clansmen, even if he died, he could only brace himself. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to raise his head for the rest of his life.
No matter what, he couldn't let his mother's blood flow in vain! Taking a deep breath, Tim slowly knelt on the ground. He stretched out his sharp nails and cut the blood vessels on his wrist. Suddenly, bright red blood spurted out. Tim didn't dare waste the slightest bit of blood. He quickly aimed the wound at the grooves on the ground. As the blood spurted out, more and more blood fell into the grooves. Gradually, it converged into a stream of blood and slowly flowed in the grooves.
A few light sighs came from above. Tim knew that as long as one had eyes, they would be able to see that his blood was insignificant for such a huge magic formation. But compared to his mother's grace of raising him, what was a mere life? Tim thought in his heart. As the blood in his body flowed out, his vitality was also fading little by little. Even his mind was starting to become unclear.
In a dark cave, six huge coffins were placed around a hexagonal magic formation. If Tim was here, he would find that this magic formation was exactly the same as the one he was injecting his blood into. It was just slightly smaller.
In the magic formation, a small stream of blood was slowly flowing. Every time it flowed past a rune, the rune would light up with a blood-red light. However, the speed of the blood flow was very slow. Only a small portion of the runes on the magic formation lit up.
On the ground, Tim was still injecting his blood into the magic formation. Although his mind was a bit blurry, he still persisted in using his nails to cut open the wounds from time to time. The recovery ability of vampires was simply a big problem for Tim at this time.
When the blood flowed past a coffin in the cave, the coffin suddenly trembled. An old and angry voice came from inside, "Damn it! What is this smell? Alquete! Get out here! Look at what you've done! "
A moment later, a mocking voice came from another coffin. "Victor, before you shout, you better think about your age. You're no longer a young boy."
The old voice suddenly raised a few octaves. "Alquete! If I were you, I would immediately go and crush that damn bastard to death instead of staying here and smelling this disgusting stench! "
Alquete's voice was very surprised. "Why me? Shouldn't you be the one to be awakened this time? "
"Because that bastard is your descendant! Alquete, I didn't think that you would allow your descendant to do such a despicable thing. You've completely disgraced us vampires! "
Alquete was silent for a while before saying, "So he really is my descendant. Yes, this blood does have the smell of a human. Alright, I admit it. It's my fault."
Seeing that Alquete had admitted his mistake, Victor didn't say anything else. He just muttered, "Hurry up and get rid of that bastard. I hate this smell."
The lid of the coffin that Alquete was in seemed to be lifted by a pair of invisible hands. Then, an old man with a pale face and neatly combed hair slowly sat up in the coffin.
"Alright, alright. I'll go, alright? Victor, stop complaining. He's just a small descendant. Why do you care so much about him? "Alquete said as he stepped out of the coffin.
"This bastard has tainted our noble bloodline!" Victor's voice sounded very angry.
"Oh, come on. Don't be so old-fashioned." Alquete's expression was indifferent as he stood on top of the magic circle. However, in the next moment, his expression became somewhat sluggish.
"Damn it! This little amount of blood can't even activate the magic circle! "Alquete was also a little angry.
"This is too normal. Can you expect anyone to sacrifice their own strength for a bastard?"
"Forget it!" Alquete sighed. "I'll do it myself. It's just a little blood loss. It's not a big deal."
"You're right. It's not a big deal. Anyway, in the abyss, other than those black dragons and spirit dragons, no one dares to provoke you. It's not a big deal to have your strength reduced." Victor smiled maliciously.
Alquete turned his head and looked at the coffin that Victor was in. "Oh, dear Victor, aren't you going to help me? You see, you're sleeping here anyway. There's no danger at all. "
"Why?!" Victor was angry. "That's your descendant. Why do you have to drag me into this?"
"Stop fooling around. Do you want me to be killed because of excessive blood loss? It's not good for anyone if I die! "Alquete said with a smile. He didn't care about Victor's anger at all.
"Why don't you ask them for help?!" Victor still didn't want to lose his precious blood.
Alquete shrugged. "It's just a small matter. Do you want to wake everyone up?"
After hesitating for a while, Victor said angrily, "It's my bad luck to have met you!"
Alquete immediately laughed happily. "I knew it. Our Victor has the best heart."
"Shut up. What do you mean by our Victor?! You're disgusting! " After Victor finished speaking, he unwillingly chanted a spell. A drop of blood that emitted a faint golden light flew out of the coffin that he was in.
Alquete extended his hand and caught the drop of blood. He chanted a spell, and a similar drop of blood flew out from between his eyebrows. When the two drops of blood landed on the magic circle, all the runes engraved on the magic circle lit up, and a dazzling white light filled the entire cave in an instant.
At the same time, Tim, who was on the ground, finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted. However, before he closed his eyes, he saw the huge magic circle in front of him suddenly light up.
The white light dissipated, and Alquete appeared in the center of the magic circle.
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