The newly crowned Vampire Queen, Lindsay, was proudly training her vampire army. Ever since Betty and Carolyn died, she had obtained the right to command this army. Of course, she knew in her heart that this was all thanks to that man. To that man, it didn't matter who was in command of this army. What mattered was whether the leader of this army was loyal or not.
While Lindsel was absent-mindedly thinking about how to further strengthen her current position, her heart suddenly skipped a beat. She involuntarily looked to the west.
At the same time, all the vampires seemed to have sensed something. They all looked to the west, but there was nothing in sight. There was only a boundless plain and a blue sky.
However, all the vampires present, including Lindsel, clearly felt a throbbing from the depths of their hearts. It was as if the most primitive desire had suddenly been awakened. All the vampires began to feel restless.
Gradually, the feeling became stronger and stronger. Lindsel's heartbeat also became faster and faster. In the end, Lindsel could even hear the thumping sound in her body. It was as if it was in accordance with some kind of rhythm. All the vampires' heartbeats were adjusted to the same rhythm by an invisible force!
Thump! Thump! The hearts of the Vampires were beating as though they were stepping on a strange drum. Apart from the sound of their heartbeats, there was nothing else in the Vampires' ears.
Thump! Thump! The heartbeats of thousands of vampires converged into a single sound, echoing in the vast expanse of heaven and earth. Every vampire's face revealed an anxious expression, but the strange thing was that no one dared to move. They just stood there quietly, waiting for something.
Finally, a dark cloud appeared on the horizon. Following that was a tremendous pressure that filled the entire world. Lindsel's mind suddenly went blank. She bent her knees and knelt down.
A strange scene appeared. All the vampires prostrated themselves on the ground in a pious posture, as if they were waiting for the guidance of a god.
Lindsel's heart was filled with fear. She knew what was coming. It was the ancestor! Among the Blood Breeds, they were god-like existences. If the Pope was the spiritual leader of humans and the spokesperson of God, then the ancestors of the Blood Breeds were gods to the vampires!
No vampire could resist the will of their ancestors, not even in their hearts. The spiritual shackles that had been deeply rooted in their bones since ancient times were something that the vampires could never get rid of in their entire lives.
Lindsel wanted to go back and tell the man what had happened here, but she couldn't move. It was as if the mental shackles were not only imprisoning her mind, but also her body.
The dark clouds were getting closer and closer, so close that Lindsel could see the huge silver bat flying at the front. Slowly, Lindsel put her head on the ground. Her loyalty to her ancestors had been deeply imprinted in her blood. At this moment, that man was no longer important.
Alquete flew at the front of the group, his eyes flashing with a demonic red light. His enormous spiritual power allowed him to feel the piety and submission of his descendants. Alquete smiled silently. If it were any other vampire from his generation, they wouldn't be able to achieve this effect. Only he, Alquete, the one with the strongest spiritual power among the Blood Breeds, could do this because his talent was unique among the Blood Breeds: Mind Chain.
Zagunéd had appeared on top of the city wall without anyone noticing. His gaze was gloomy as he looked at the approaching dark clouds.
"Lindsel!" Zaganide suddenly shouted in a low voice. His muffled voice sounded like a thunderclap in Lindsel's ears. Lindsel immediately felt her whole body relax. The shackles that had been shackling her all this time had disappeared in a flash.
"Why aren't you going to greet him?!"
Lindsel silently glanced at Zagunéd, stepped out of the crowd, and stood at the front.
Alquete's eyes suddenly glowed red, and even his body lit up with a layer of faintly discernible bloody light. His flying speed suddenly increased as well.
At the same time, Lindsel only felt as if her heart had been hit by a sledgehammer. Her legs couldn't help but soften, and she knelt down again.
"Old man …" Zagunéd snorted. "You have quite the temper. I'll let you win this round for now."
Alquete suddenly accelerated, and his entire body turned into a silver stream of light. When he flew above Lindsel, he had already turned into a human form. However, without the support of his wings, Alquete's body strangely didn't fall to the ground. Instead, it was as if he was stepping on an invisible staircase, and just like that, he walked down step by step in the air.
The vampires didn't show the slightest bit of surprise at such a thing that defied common sense. They just stuck their bodies closer to the ground, as if this was the only way to better show their respect to their ancestors.
Zagunéd's pupils contracted, and he muttered in a voice that only he could hear, "Has his spiritual power turned into a substance? Haha, but it's a pity. Do you really not know about the powerhouses from the Abyss? Excessive showing off often comes from a sense of inferiority … "
However, there wasn't the slightest trace of inferiority on Alquete's face. Caressing his meticulous silver hair, Alquete said kindly, "Rise, my children."
It was just a short sentence, but the vampires felt as if a warm current had flowed from the top of their heads to the bottom of their feet. Their entire body felt extremely comfortable, and this made them even more convinced. They all prostrated themselves on the ground and respectfully kowtowed before standing up.
Lindsel walked in front of Alquete, bowed deeply, and stood to the side without saying a word.
Alquete looked up at Zagunéd on the city wall, and smiled. "Young man, don't tell me you're going to stand there and talk to me forever?"
Zagunéd let out a long laugh, jumped down from the city wall, and landed in front of Alquete. He placed his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly. "Zagunéd is honored to have you here."
A strange light flashed across Alquete's eyes, but it quickly returned to normal. This was because he noticed that when Zagunéd landed on the ground, he didn't make a single sound.
"I had no choice but to come." Alquete sighed with a mournful look.
"I'll give you an explanation for that," Zagunéd said softly. "Please take a seat inside. It's not convenient to talk here."
At this time, the vampires that followed Alquete had arrived. They all transformed into their human forms and landed on the ground, neatly forming a huge square formation.
Alquete nodded and walked into the castle side by side with Zagunéd, but he didn't even look at the vampires.
Zagunéd asked in a low voice, a little surprised. "Do you want me to find a place to settle the people who came with you?"
Alquete waved his hand and said casually, "No need. Let them wait outside."
Alquete's voice wasn't loud, but the vampires who were still some distance away heard him clearly. They immediately knelt on the ground and answered loudly, "Yes! Ancestor! "
One person's voice might not be loud enough, but thousands of voices sounded at the same time. It was like a muffled thunder exploding above the castle, and it was exceptionally shocking.
Zagunéd shook his head imperceptibly, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face. However, Alquete, who was walking beside him, didn't notice this.
When they entered the inner hall, Zagunéd deliberately let Alquete sit at the head of the table, and Alquete sat down without hesitation. Although Zagunéd was the owner of the castle, Alquete's status was still there. He was the owner of a city and the leader of a huge clan. In comparison, Alquete's status was more respected.
"I'm also very sad about what happened to Betty and Caroline." Zagunéd said straightforwardly. Since the ancestor of the Blood Breed had appeared at this time, his purpose was self-evident.
"But you may not know this, but I didn't agree to their operation because it wasn't within my sphere of influence. More importantly, there were many opponents who were eyeing me covetously. I couldn't leave this place at all. It's not that I don't want to avenge them, it's just that I can't do two things at the same time." Zagunéd's tone was very sincere. In fact, what he said was indeed the truth.
Alquete listened quietly and didn't say a word.
Zagunéd sighed. "You should be able to imagine how big of a blow this has to me. Not only did I lose two wives, but my son also died in the hands of that young man. If possible, I really want to go to Isolated Cliff City and tear that damned bastard into pieces!"
"So … your situation here isn't optimistic either?" Alquete finally spoke.
"Time! What I need is time! " Zagunéd said firmly. "What they have, I have, and what I have, they don't! As long as I have enough time, do you think they'll be able to defeat me? "
Alquete pondered for a while and suddenly smiled. "Time … for us Blood Breeds, perhaps the one thing we don't lack the most is time."
"But …" Alquete's fingers lightly tapped on the armrest as he said slowly, "The murderer who killed Betty and Caroline, I won't allow him to live in this world."
Zagunéd spread out his hands awkwardly. "You see, I really can't leave here. Otherwise, I would have gone there myself. Can you give me a little more time?"
Alquete sighed and shook his head. "It seems that it's time for my old bones to relax."
"You mean …" Zagunéd leaned forward with a hint of joy in his eyes.
"If we turn that Isolated Cliff City into our own city, from a geographical point of view, wouldn't it be more beneficial to your current situation?" Alquete's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness.
"Your city?" Zagunéd's face became serious.
"That's right." Alquete elegantly picked up the wine glass beside his hand and took a sip, as if he didn't realize how much of an impact his words had on the Lord in front of him.
Zagunéd sat there with a gloomy expression, his heart filled with uncertainty. He originally thought that the ancestors of the Blood Breeds came here for revenge, but he didn't expect that they wanted to use this opportunity to gain a foothold on the surface. This was no longer a small squabble between overlords, but a full-fledged invasion. The surface and the Abyss were two completely different worlds, and the result of a collision between the two would be the complete destruction of one side. There would be no other outcome.
Although Zagunéd had many Abyssal Races under his command, they were still under the control of a human like him. In terms of numbers, they didn't have much of an advantage compared to the armies of the other Lords. Therefore, other Lords didn't have any extreme reactions other than despising Zagunéd for using the Abyssal Races to achieve his own goals.
However, it was different this time. If Isolated Cliff City was really occupied by the Blood Breeds, there was no doubt that the natives of Isolated Cliff City would be massacred. In the future, it was very likely that a large number of Abyssal Races would emerge in Isolated Cliff City and expand with Isolated Cliff City as the center.
If that day really came, then Zagunéd would become the sinner of the entire continent, and all the high-grade powerhouses would point their spears at him, the initiator of all this.
But that was all in the future. The benefits at present were obvious. If the Blood Breeds occupied Isolated Cliff City, then under the joint forces of the two, the Holy Crown City and Wild Willow City would be destroyed one by one. Taking back Black Raven City would be a piece of cake.
Zagunéd finally couldn't keep his calm, and a look of struggle appeared on his face.
It was ridiculous and sad. As a fallen Dark Druid, Zagunéd had to rely on the power of the Abyssal Races to gain a foothold in the world and gradually realize his ambitions. However, his glory couldn't be built on the foundation of the extinction of human beings. After all, Zagunéd was a human. Although he knew that he wasn't accepted by human society, denying human beings was the same as denying himself!
Alquete looked at the human lord in front of him with a smile. In fact, there were several times when Alquete wanted to use his spiritual power to influence Zagunéd's thinking. However, Alquete knew very well that for warriors who lived in the mountains of swords and seas of blood all year round, his enormous spiritual power might not be able to play its role. These people's minds were usually very firm. Even if a God appeared in front of them, he believed that a considerable number of them would choose to move forward bravely instead of kneeling on the ground and submitting to him.
Alquete would never do something that would backfire on him. Instead of being noticed and having conflicting emotions, it was better to let him choose for himself. Alquete believed that the bait he threw out was tempting enough. At least, this ambitious human lord in front of him wouldn't give up such a big piece of cake.
At this moment, the door of the living room was pushed open. Four three-meter-tall monsters with ferocious faces walked in one after another and lined up behind Zagunéd.
Alquete's pupils suddenly contracted to a point, like the tip of a needle. He coldly sized up the four monsters. The faces of the four monsters were extremely ugly. Not to mention children who stopped crying, even adults would be shocked. Finally, Alquete's gaze fell on the huge bone scythes in the hands of the monsters. He realized that the four monsters didn't have left hands. He suddenly thought of a rumor and asked tentatively, "The seven exiled Wip brothers?!"
"I didn't expect Prince Alquete to know about us brothers." One of the monsters laughed loudly.
Alquete shut his mouth, but his face was extremely cold. He once thought that he had the advantage, but it was overturned in an instant. He never thought that Zagunéd would actually recruit the seven Wip brothers!
Although Alquete had a powerful and insufferably arrogant aura, he wasn't arrogant enough to think that the Blood Tribe was invincible. When it came to the ranking in the Abyss, the Blood Tribe would never be number one. Even the Black Dragons, who could ignore all magic attacks and stirred up countless bloody storms, would have to give way in front of the seven Wip brothers.
Abyss Demons! The archenemies of the Heaven Realm's Archangels, the most loyal servants of the Death God Hammas!
Among all the powerful races, the Abyss Demons' combat power might not be the strongest, but they were definitely the most troublesome, because all the Abyss Demons had the same innate ability, teleportation! Moreover, there was no limit to teleportation as long as they wanted to.
From the Abyss to the surface, although no one dared to disturb them, Alquete and his people had flown for more than a month. If the Abyss Demons wanted to run to the surface, it would only take a few days!
If they were strong enough, they would realize that killing a demon was much more difficult than killing a giant dragon. This was because the demons could escape from the battlefield anytime and anywhere at the fastest speed. If they weren't strong enough, they would also realize that escaping was a luxurious fantasy. No creature could escape the pursuit of the demons!
On the battlefield, demons were even more daunting existences. They could gather the power of their clansmen and form an attack power that could instantly kill everything in a line or a point. This kind of wolf pack tactic had already caused the fall of countless Angels of Light!
However, the seven Wip brothers' identities were a bit special. The Abyss Demons had their own rules. Because the seven Wip brothers violated some taboos, their right hands were chopped off by the Abyss Demons and they were expelled. However, Alquete was very clear that he definitely couldn't fight against seven demons, even if they were seven disabled demons!
The result of the confrontation was that his people were all slaughtered, and then the seven demons began to chase after him. Alquete, who was exhausted, couldn't escape the fate of death.
"I'm very curious." Alquete said in a cold voice, "With the seven Wip brothers as your assistants, do you really need time?!"
"I've encountered some problems." Zagunéd paused and sighed. "You'll understand in a few days."
"The seven Wip brothers, hehe. It seems that we're missing three now." Alquete's gaze kept sweeping across the few demons.
"They …" Zagunéd smiled. "They're staying where they're needed."
"Oh." Alquete closed his eyes slightly. He was very depressed in his heart. It could even be said that he was sullen. He hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time, but he had no other choice but to endure it. (To be continued, if you want to know the future, please go to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author. Support the original reading!)
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