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Chapter 816: Lanchi's Blood Moon City Hell Mode (Part 2)
Chapter 816: Lanchi's Blood Moon City Hell Mode (Part 2)
Maquail and other vampire subordinates would also go to kill, taking the opportunity to kill a few more political enemies, creating a shocking case, and then framing the Silver Moon Reform Society, inciting the emotions of the Empire's nobility.
"Now the Empire's search for them has reached an unprecedented level, even Colonel MacRae has had to work overtime because of this."
Maquail continued with a hint of apology.
Colonel MacRae, standing by the wall, glanced at him but said nothing.
"As expected, the Special Operations Division now has to thoroughly investigate the Silver Moon Reform Society, and Red Falcon Nikola is busy beyond belief."
Bishop Framer clapped his hands, already knowing what the vampires had done.
"You guys are really bad, no wonder I haven't heard any news from the Silver Moon Reform Society recently."
Bishop Nedochka commented helplessly.
Now, the vampires not only controlled the power of the Creedentia Empire but also the economy and media. By taking advantage of the chaos to kill a few difficult-to-deal-with imperial bigwigs, the Silver Moon Reform Society would take the fall for the vampires, who could then act without restraint.
At the same time, they also needed to kill some imperial tycoons already controlled by the vampires to confuse the eyes and ears and avoid suspicion.
Since their actions were premeditated, they could prepare in advance to transfer the deceased's inheritance and power to their own hands, essentially incurring minimal losses, just replacing one puppet with another.
"This is called a two-way pursuit, taught to me by an old opponent."
The Seventh Progenitor, Marquis Hellitier, gave a cold laugh, a mix of sigh and reminiscence.
"Maquail, what about the movements of the other Divine Generals?"
She casually asked, turning her face slightly.
As the intelligence related to the twelve Divine Generals was the highest military secret of the Empire, unauthorized investigations might trigger counterintelligence, and the Special Operations Division was one of the few inspection departments independent of the military.
As the war continued, the eighth-tier hero units of both the Empire and the Allies would gradually be depleted.
The legions and city defense facilities would also struggle to regain their vitality.
Although the vampires had top-tier hero units, they lacked legionary forces.
They could only utilize humans or convert them from the human camp.
To some extent, the legions were like minion waves, and without them to withstand the enemy's city defense facilities and magic barriers, the hero units couldn't break through alone and might even be defeated due to aggressive assaults.
Now, the intense battles of the early war had gradually slowed down.
With the Allies losing strategic strongholds in the southern outskirts, they voluntarily abandoned some areas, resources, and vision, shrinking their defense line to the north.
It was no longer easy for the Empire to capture the Allies' hero units outside the city defenses.
Next, the key to victory for both sides lay in subsequent operations, the outcome of large-scale battles, and the competition for neutral resources.
Without strategic points, the pace of offense and defense also began to slow down, possibly because some Divine Generals were gradually returning to renew the crucial War God and Sword God blessings.
"Currently, only the Tenth Divine General, Ruby Seat Julius, has returned. More Divine Generals will come back during the Moon Goddess Festival in the middle of the month, and all the Divine Generals will definitely arrive for the Creedentia National Day Festival next month to maintain order and receive blessings."
Maquail remained kneeling on one knee, his hand resting on his knee, as he respectfully reported.
The Creedentia Empire's Divine Generals all had time-limited blessings from the War God and Sword God, granting them slight basic attribute enhancements. The annual National Day Festival was the time to renew these blessings.
One could only hold a single divine blessing at a time, and they couldn't be stacked or coexist. However, the Creedentia Empire's War God and Sword God blessings were rare purely offensive attributes.
Moreover, the War God and Sword God blessings bestowed by the Creedentia Empire on the Divine Generals lasted for a whole year, unlike most divine blessings with short durations).
"Why is this guy in such a hurry to return?"
Bishop Nedochka asked, following her intuition.
Even though this Divine General posed no threat to her.
"He didn't want to come back; I can assure you that he'd rather stay on the front lines of the battlefield more than anyone else. He's returning to face a military tribunal."
Captain Maquail shook his head in explanation.
This was related to the previous incident in the Western Hub Zone, where the Empire and Allies first engaged in large-scale energy seizures. The Tenth Divine General, Ruby Seat Julius, had turned the tide with a single shot, causing a massive explosion that nearly engulfed the Western Speaker and the Allies' eighth-tier units, along with other Divine Generals.
The Empire's military now dared not allow the ambitious and reckless Lieutenant General Julius to run amok on the front lines.
Perhaps the First Divine General, Hestinos, saw war as a means to realize the Empire's ideals.
Other Divine Generals treated battles as work.
Only the Tenth Divine General, Julius, truly enjoyed war.
"To be honest, I sometimes envy the Divine Generals."
Bishop Framer sighed.
"Please be more careful not to expose your magic within the imperial capital from now on. There are now three Divine Generals residing here, and their numbers will continue to increase until the National Day Festival at the end of the month."
The Seventh Progenitor, Marquis Hellitier, reminded the two Cardinal Bishops.
"Do we need to stay near Brillada all the time?"
Bishop Nedochka asked.
Bishop Framer also looked at the Seventh Progenitor, Marquis Hellitier.
Listening to Marquis Hellitier's words, it seemed there was still work for them to do, which was probably the main reason for inviting them here today.
"Framer, do you remember? You once asked me if it was really necessary for us to go to such lengths to kill the daughter of Duke Migaya?"
Marquis Hellitier asked Bishop Framer.
"I remember. We failed several times, and that daughter of Duke Migaya seemed to have the protection of the Goddess of Fate. She always managed to evade the death omen you saw, and she was indeed a priestess of the Fate Goddess Church, so it's not surprising that she was favored..."
Bishop Framer recalled, slightly remembering that he had indeed asked when he personally provided the vampire with the Rotten Refining Beast.
"The more we fail to kill that half-demon, the less urgent she'll be. Her evolution speed is abnormally fast, and if she continues to hide and train in the Creedentia Empire, she'll become the biggest variable. It seems that everything is somehow causally related to her."
The Seventh Progenitor, Marquis Hellitier, explained.
Ever since the vampires captured Duke Migaya, that silver-haired female demon actually found the coordinates of Bloodmoon City and tortured the vampires, even extracting the location of their underground palace during interrogation.
And she, with her exceptional talent, managed to escape.
Even though she was affected by the Blood King Inferno, Helitier couldn't feel completely at ease.
Because the blood of the sixth Divine General, Water Jade Violet, could counteract the poison of the Inferno.
But no matter how much the silver-haired demoness grew, she would never become a match for the third progenitor, Duke Rashal, the current highest-ranked fighter among the vampires.
Duke Rashal's authority was at the pinnacle of mental magic, and the heavier the enemy's negative emotions, the easier it was for him to find their mental weaknesses and exert mental control and forced brainwashing.
"I understand. You're worried that during the Creedentia Empire's National Day celebration, when the twelve Divine Generals are unable to act, that witch will make a comeback, perhaps with even stronger companions, and launch an assault on Bloodmoon City?"
Bishop Framer lightly tapped his palm, reaching a conclusion, his eyes filled with heightened interest. He had long wanted to capture this demon, rumored to have exceptional talent, and bring her to his laboratory.
However, the threat of the silver-haired demoness wasn't the primary objective of killing Lady Xiu Boliya, the Duchess. The true significance of Lady Xiu Boliya's death was to break through Duchess Migya's mental defenses, which would allow the vampires to enslave her.
Duchess Migya's dark magic was too useful for the vampires, providing them with protection even during the day.
"I wonder if that witch will come to rescue her husband on that day, but I think, following her thinking, if there's a chance, she'll try it on National Day. The longer the time drags on, the more likely it is that her husband will be killed by us out of impatience."
Helitier affirmed.
By her side.
"One, two, three... six, seven."
Bishop Nedochka counted, lightly tapping the air with her fingertips, including herself, Bishop Framer, Marquis Helitier, and the figure sitting opposite Helitier.
The figure was clearly also a vampire, but had remained silent since entering the council chamber, listening calmly.
The others were likely the eighth progenitor, Marquis Somerset, the ninth progenitor, Marquis Bernhard, and the third progenitor, Duke Rashal, who were absent today.
She only calculated the strength of those at the eighth rank and above, and there were seven of them.
"This is a necessary preparation."
The seventh progenitor, Marquis Helitier, seemed to read Bishop Nedochka's lighthearted thoughts and told her.
Caution was absolutely necessary, as they had failed to prepare for even a one-in-a-thousand or one-in-a-million chance in the past.
Marquis Helitier rarely clenched his fist.
"Thank you for rescuing me."
The figure in the tenth high-backed chair finally spoke.
He had white hair and ruby-like eyes that shone with an inner light.
"..."
Marquis Maquail couldn't help but gaze at this vampire.
He had come to Bloodmoon City many times, but this was the first time he had seen this individual.
Soon, Marquis Maquail realized his rudeness and averted his gaze, feeling embarrassed.
The vampire progenitor he was looking at seemed to notice Marquis Maquail's stare and responded with a gentle and polite smile.
Unlike the other vampire progenitors, he seemed to pose no danger, and his very existence was like a naturally formed work of art.
"There's no need to be nervous."
The vampire marquis spoke.
He had been sealed in the north ten thousand years ago and was supposed to remain there for a much longer time before being found.
Fortunately, a series of chain reactions seemed to have been triggered in the north due to the fall of Apostle Duke Morotian, leading to a faction from the northern continent proposing a trade with them. They offered to return a stone pillar containing a sealed vampire marquis in exchange for a portion of the blood essence of each of the four vampire progenitors on the southern continent.
It was unclear what the northern continent was planning, but it was likely not limited to the northern continent and might even involve a more distant land beyond the disaster-ridden soil.
However, that would likely be a variable in another story that would happen in the future).
For now, they had received the vampire marquis sent across the ocean by their counterparts.
After unsealing him, they discovered that the resurrected vampire was the tenth progenitor, Ulysses.
"Ulysses, I'm afraid we'll need your help in the upcoming battle."
The seventh progenitor, Marquis Helitier, looked at his old friend, whom he hadn't seen for tens of thousands of years, and reluctantly asked for his assistance.
He was being asked to fight again right after being unsealed.
"No problem. It's all for our ultimate goal."
The tenth progenitor, Ulysses, nodded in agreement.
As the supreme painter among the vampires, his authority, 'Creation of Blood,' allowed him to temporarily manifest his creations, making him a versatile summoner capable of rapidly producing large numbers of summons according to the situation.
Although his combat power was weaker than that of the seventh progenitor, Marquis Helitier, the eighth progenitor, Marquis Somerset, and the ninth progenitor, Marquis Bernhard, he excelled in versatility, almost like a six-sided magic-system progenitor, capable of dealing with various opponents.
"You've indeed given that demoness a high level of respect."
Bishop Nedochka said with a smile.
One ninth-rank and six eighth-rank Cardinal Bishops.
Bloodmoon City's defenses on that day would reach their peak.
This was an excessive trap.
With the impeccable mechanism of Bloodmoon City, any number of enemies would be easily dealt with.
The vampires were waiting to capture that demoness, eliminate future troubles, and then proceed with their plan to fully control the imperial royal family.
"Once we assimilate Black Night Bishop Migya into our ranks, even on the surface, we won't be affected by the Empire's daylight anymore."
Marquis Helitier slowly opened his eyes, which were as deep as a sea of blood, and spoke with a weighty voice that seemed to penetrate the ground and descend into the vast void of Bloodmoon City.
"We vampires will learn from our mistakes, but humans won't. This foolish race will repeatedly make the same mistakes, repeating one tragedy after another, in an endless cycle of life and death."
Even the twelve Divine Generals, the Saint Crethia Emperor, and Duke Daxs would be unable to stop the vampires.
...
Deep within the earth, several kilometers below the void of Bloodmoon City.
A palace with stone blocks that moved and fit together like a Rubik's Cube, at the end of a spiral staircase, was a temple-like space with an altar at its center.
Sealed within a black amber crystal on the altar was a worn-out man.
The black crystal trapped his figure, preventing him from breaking free.
He was a gentle dark-haired man with an aura that made others feel no sense of distance, possessing an unbelievably handsome appearance.
But at this moment, he was in a deep slumber.
(End of Chapter)
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