I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Chapter 171: Heart Fluttering, Northern Land Valkyrie (Long Chapter)

Lide and Emi exchanged glances, and although they felt somewhat tense inside, their expressions remained as usual.

“Lord Withered Bone, this is indeed good news,” Emi said with a thick smile on her face.

“I, too, am looking forward to the day we acquire the Divine Artifact.”

“Of course, Viscount Bernard has expended a great deal of effort to ensure we obtain the Divine Artifact without fail,” Withered Bone shrugged his shoulders. “Lady Emi, come with me. The Dark Contract is really boring without you.”

With that, he turned and snapped his fingers.

A burst of ghostly blue light swept across the dark street, whoosh~

The space in front of them suddenly shattered, revealing two skeletal horses with Soul Fire burning in their skulls, their bodies made entirely of white bones on the street.

Withered Bone swung himself up and sat atop one of the horses.

“Lady Emi, come with me.”

Emi glanced at Lide, mounted her horse, and followed Withered Bone.

Lide turned to look at a dark corner behind him, shrugged off the faint sense of danger, and spread his giant vampire bat wings to follow.

The other party was well-prepared; unless they chose to confront them now, there was no simple way out.

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West District.

As the birthplace of sin in Green City, this place has always been a land untouched by justice or light.

When night fell, the streets of other districts might be quiet, but only here did it truly look like a city should.

Bustling, lively.

Even as it neared midnight, the place was still thronged with people, seemingly unaffected by the darkness.

Low-level warriors, drunk and dressed in tattered armor, were thrown out on the streets, vomiting against white stone pillars carved with images of divine salvation, oblivious to when their valuables had been pilfered by thieves, and those wanting another drink fumbled through empty pockets, their drunken eyes filled with frustration.

Women of the night, in flamboyant red dresses with white, long legs exposed, flirted with passersby, their faces alight with forced smiles while their eyes were as still as stagnant water.

Underworld gangs, trying to forcibly extort protection money from street-side merchants, accidentally trespassed into another gang's territory, and a bloody battle instantly erupted, filling the streets with the stench of blood.

But the passersby around them were not affected in the least, casually laughing and talking as they watched the horrific sight of flying limbs.

Chaos, disorder, filled with violence and sin.

This was the West District under the cloak of night, its most authentic face.

Of course, this land was not only a breeding ground for sin, but also a paradise for the wealthy.

Luxurious nobles, protected by guards, entered opulent brothels and taverns,

Slave masters proudly walked past with female slaves of the Rabbit Clan and the Cat Clan,

And noble young masters in casinos could squander in a night what an ordinary citizen could not earn in a lifetime.

As long as you had Gold Pucks, every pleasure could be had here.

Lide followed behind Emi and Withered Bone, silently taking in the ways of the West District.

This was his first time witnessing such chaos in the city.

Under the sunlight, all became shadow.

One day, after Sunshine Hour.

In a tavern in the South District, open only to high merchants and nobles,

Lide did not expect their destination to be a luxurious tavern, not a gloomy church or a cramped room.

Standing silently behind Emi, he calmly observed everything before him.

The room of medium size, with a high ceiling adorned with colorful paintings of heroes slaying dragons, offering a sight both epic and stirring.

Beneath their feet lay white swan velvet carpet, the tulip flower patterns woven with gold threads seemed to bloom on the ground, full of atmosphere and charm.

The room's decor was in the style of medieval nobility, a unique flair unmatched by modern construction that only mimicked the surface.

Around them, sculptures created by Elves from the Ancient Forest, adorned with complex patterns and intricately carved details, showcased the Elves' distinctive aesthetics in perfect bloom.

At the center, a long oval table made of White Maple Wood, three blades wide and ten blades long, was surrounded by twelve figures seated on chairs crafted by the Elves.

Lide stood behind Emi at the bottom right corner.

Surveying the scene, across from him was the very Undead Mage who had greeted them, Withered Bone, a powerful entity with a Bone Dragon.

And seated at the center in the place of honor was an old man dressed in a frock coat, his hair graying, yet with a demeanor more distinguished than any noble.

Viscount Bernard

Level: 19

An entity nearing the Transcendent, Lide used the attribute panel to quickly assess the other's strength.

Approaching Transcendent, four words were enough to explain everything.

Standing beside Viscount Bernard was a Northern Warrior named Grot Molten, towering two blades high, with muscles as tough as steel, donned in thick black armor–the chief guard of Viscount Bernard.

Grot Molten

Level: 16

All these powerful beings displayed a series of question marks on the system attribute panel, obviously because his current level was not high enough.

Additionally, seated at the long table were a Level 16 Eight-Armed Snake Demon, Roy Ackerman, from the Late Bell Church–a Level 15 Dark Priest named Stanley, and a Level 17 Dark Bishop–Kolong,

plus five cloaked figures whose true forms were concealed.

And among these mysterious people, unsurprisingly, there was also a presence at Level 15.

At this moment, Lide's behavior was no different from that of a common servant, quietly and obediently standing behind Emi, but no one knew that in these short few minutes, he had already confirmed everyone's strength.

Although Emi had spoken of the power of the Dark Contract, it was only upon seeing it in person that he truly felt how formidable they were, a pressure bearing down on him.

Too strong. Viscount Bernard, Northern Warrior Grot, Eight-Armed Snake Demon Roy, Dark Priest Stanley, Dark Bishop Kolong. Plus a cloaked Level 15 mystery person–Nelson

A total of 6 existences above Level 15.

This power could even annihilate a city of a hundred thousand inhabitants.

“Hiss~

Lord Emi, I sense a familiar aura from your servant,”

Not long after Emi took her seat, the Eight-Armed Snake Demon seated below Viscount Bernard, with his cold, emerald eyes, turned his gaze towards Lide.

This remark piqued everyone's curiosity, and heads turned in unison to look at Lide, who was revealing his tusks.

There was confusion in their eyes.

A vampire? Why would Roy, a High-level Demon, be familiar with a Level 12 or 13 vampire?

Emi shook her head slightly.

“Lord Roy, you recognize my servant?”

Roy's slender, elongated, indifferent eyes scrutinized Lide up and down, and after pondering for a moment, he shook his head.

He just felt an overwhelming familiarity, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

This intuition, as a talent of the High-level Demon, the Snake Demon King Clan, seldom erred.

If it had been elsewhere, he wouldn't mind killing the opponent outright or coercing the servant,

but considering that Lide was the subordinate of Emi, the Vice President of the Dark Contract, after giving it a brief thought, he decided to forgo the offense of a slight which was not even certain to himself–against Emi, the Level 15 Shadow High Priest.

Most Abyss Demons are chaotic and murderous evil creatures, but a few are also cunning and intelligent–such as the Snake Demon race.

Lide was under the scrutinizing gaze of several powerful Level 15 beings, but his face showed not the slightest change, maintaining a polite smile in the face of these sinister existences.

Seeing no further objections from anyone, Viscount Bernard withdrew his gaze from Lide, a mere vampire, and since he was Emi's servant, he believed there would be no trouble.

The first hurdle, safely crossed.

Lide let out a slight sigh of relief.

Dressed in a tailcoat, Viscount Bernard, more elegant and composed than the nobility, glanced over the crowd and was the first to speak.

“Good evening, companions of the Dark Contract, may the darkness be with us.”

“Good evening, may the darkness be with us,”

Everyone responded uniformly as if chanting a slogan.

Viscount Bernard nodded in satisfaction, his profound gaze staring down at the crowd below.

“Today is the tri-monthly internal trade event, we shall discuss the plundering of Divine Artifacts afterwards.

As per the usual rules, anyone can offer their items for sale for mutual exchange.”

Hearing this, Lide was slightly taken aback, not expecting this development.

Observing that no one else showed any surprise, he instantly understood that this event must have been going on for a long time.

A mutual benefit.

Seeing this, he felt even more confident about his upcoming plans.

What seemed a simple scene revealed a key and potentially fatal piece of information.

The Dark Contract was looser than he had imagined.

He couldn't imagine a scene where his Dawn City would need weapons or other supplies and still require regular trade after a period of time.

Only an internally incongruous power, wary of each other, would indulge in such inefficient trading.

An airtight power, even if weak, is hard to deal with, but a lax power, no matter how strong, always has exploitable weaknesses.

Lide silently watched this scene, taking in every detail of each person under observation.

Although he hadn't obtained more information yet, he felt that his gains this time would not be small.

At that moment, the Withered Bone Undead Mage stood up. The gloomy gaze hidden beneath the gray hood seemed somewhat cold in the dim yellow glow of the Magic Lamp in the room.

But what happened next immediately sent the room into agitation.

With a wave of his hand, a long and wide spatial crack appeared in the air above the carpet in front of him.

Thud~

Amid the gaze of everyone, a barely alive female human dressed in leather and fur shorts dropped to the ground.

What was especially eye-catching was that her body was covered with bark-like scars, dense traces that imparted a tragic and terrifying air to her initially slender and sexy figure.

A warrior, a female warrior, a battle-scarred female warrior.

For a warrior, scars are the highest honor.

Clearly, the honors decorated on this female warrior could be described as glorious.

A faint voice emerged from beneath Withered Bone's gray cloak, proud in tone.

“The Nolan Empire united with the Radiant Empire, launching their attack on the Northern Plateau, already weakened by the Frost Month, as Planting Season approached.

I went to the Northern Plateau last month to capture some fresh souls and happened to take this prisoner.”

This was normal enough, but Withered Bone's next line made everyone's eyes bulge.

“Due to a lack of food, under the meticulously prepared joint forces of the Nolan Empire and the Radiant Empire, the Northern Plateau has fallen.

And this lady is a trophy I snatched from the army of the Nolan Empire; she possesses the Northern Royal Bloodline and has already reached Level 15, a Northern Land Valkyrie!”

One sentence stirred up the room.

Northern Warriors are recognized as one of the most powerful warriors in the Glory World, along with the Barbarians from the Death Desert and the Vikings from the Storm Sea Domain.

In their blood flows the natural Talent of warriors.

And now, lying at their feet was a member of the Northern Warrior Royal Family, a Level 15 Northern Land Valkyrie, whose presence made the whole Main Plane of the Glory World gasp in admiration.

Even Lide's heart skipped a beat at this moment.

“Northern Royal Bloodline, perhaps your God of Tyranny would appreciate it, Stanley. Guess what divine reward you might receive for offering such a delicious soul to your Divine being?”

Withered Bone looked at the eager eyes of the crowd with an air of utmost temptation, his gaze shifting from one face to the next.

“And you, Grot, being a Northern Warrior, don't you wish to redeem your Royal Family member?

The Northern Plateau has already been conquered by the Nolan Empire and the Radiant Empire; perhaps she is now your only monarch, is the Northern future going to be doomed here?”

Grot, a towering Northern Warrior, clenched his fists in silence.

The Nolan Empire's lands were vast, and the Northern lands were too far from Green City.

He had only found out half a month ago that the Nolan Empire had dispatched troops to the Northern lands, planning to rush back to support his people after the matter of plundering the Crimson Mage Tower was settled.

But unexpectedly, in less than two months, the Northern Plateau had fallen, and he had heard this news from the mouth of an Undead Mage, with the Northern Royal Family becoming the prize of others.

Anger flared in his eyes like a raging bull, bringing the room's atmosphere to a still for a moment.

Undisturbed, Withered Bone grew even more excited; anger could make one lose their rationality, which meant higher bids might come.

Praise be to the God of the Undead!

“Roy, being an Abyss Demon, don't you want to taste the fresh blood of one of the strongest warrior races–Northern Warrior royalty?”

“Also those present here, wouldn't you want a Level 15 Northern Warrior to become your guard?

With a Northern Warrior by your side, you won't need to fear for your own safety anymore!”

It had to be said, Withered Bone's tempting speech swayed everyone there.

“A Level 15 guard? That's certainly interesting.”

“Northern Land Valkyrie, I heard that name three years ago, touted as the most dazzling gem of the Northern Plateau. I never thought such a person would one day become the spoils of another.”

“Perhaps we should try making an offer? Goddess above, what an honor it would be to gain the protection of the Northern Royal Family.”

Several mysterious figures chattered among themselves, but the most moved were unquestionably Stanley from the Late Bell Church and Northern Warrior Grot.

One wanted to sacrifice to an Evil God for power, the other wished to save their Royal Family.

But at this moment, Roy, the Eight-Armed Snake Demon, spoke up with a cold tone.

“Fools, although she is of the Northern Royal Family, the power in her bloodline has been depleted nearly to nothing,

and she has definitely used a powerful Warrior Secret Skill, overexerting her own life.

That is to say, this member of the Northern Royal Family won't live long–maybe three months, maybe half a year, she'll be meeting the Death God.

Hmph, damned Withered Bone, don't try to deceive me with such inferior goods next time, or I won't mind cutting off your head.”

Beneath the cloak, withered bones flashed their pale blue eyes–this damned bastard!

With an annoyed tone, he spoke.

“Perhaps, you could try with my little treasure.”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and swept it across, tearing open space as if unzipping a zipper.

Roar~

Giant dragon power filled the room,

The kind of dignity that comes from the soul made the space in the room become heavy.

Lide's eyes sharpened as he stared intently at the black hole-like dark space, the aura seeping through it posing a massive threat to him.

This is a giant dragon!

Even if it's a deceased giant dragon, even without revealing its true form, the mere dragon might is enough to strike fear into people.

The Golden Race at its ultimate strength.

Viscount Bernard frowned at this scene.

“Withered Bone, take back your Bone Dragon. This is the Dark Contract, not the damned arena.”

After hearing Viscount Bernard's words, Withered Bone's ghostly gaze flickered, and he slowly closed the Space Gate.

With a swish, space returned to normal and the dragon might that vanished in that frightening moment also disappeared, and Lide's body, previously signaling warnings, quietly returned to calm.

Beneath the grey cloak of Withered Bone, his skull swept over the faces of everyone, speaking with a hint of temptation.

“Don't listen to that ignorant demon's words.

This is a Level 15 of the Northern Royal Family, her bloodline can't possibly be completely drained, it just needs some time to recover, and she will once again become the strongest warrior at the forefront of the Glory Main Plane–the Northern Warrior.”

After finishing, he looked at the crowd whose enthusiasm had clearly dropped two notches and was momentarily annoyed with Roy.

“Moreover, this Northern Land Valkyrie isn't beyond recovery.

It was only after she used the unique talent of the Northern Warriors that her body experienced an energy deficit, even overdrawing her life.

Just replace the energy deficit in her body, and her lifespan will return to normal, and you'll have a complete Level 15 Northern Warrior~”

Eh? These words immediately piqued the interest of the crowd inside the room.

To them, a dying Level 15 Northern Land Valkyrie was uninteresting, for even the mightiest beings are worthless after death–except for dragons.

But a living Level 15 Northern Warrior, that's of great value.

Roy continued to watch all of this with cold, mocking eyes.

“Replace? Aside from the fresh blood of a dragon, nothing can replenish a life that's been overdrawn.”

Dragon blood needed?? The crowd went quiet again. What kind of item was dragon blood? High-level dragon blood value wouldn't even be lower than a Level 15 Northern Samurai.

They simply couldn't obtain such a precious item.

Withered Bone glared angrily at the Abyss Demon, vowing that were it not for being in front of Viscount Bernard, he'd certainly let this damned bastard taste what dragon breath was like.

“No, not just dragon blood,” Withered Bone saw his deal turning sour and before the others' eyes, blurted out desperately: “Any blood from the Golden Race will suffice.”

'The blood of the Golden Race contains unique energy, perfectly capable of replenishing the overdrawn life of this Northern Land Valkyrie. The Golden Race isn't just comprised of dragons!!'

That's it? The hopeful onlookers immediately lost interest.

The Golden Race? Where would they find members of the Golden Race, and which one of the Golden Race wasn't powerful to the extreme.

Dragons, Titans, Ancient Giants–these are the most well-known of the Golden Race, but the problem is they couldn't find them, and even if they did, it's another matter entirely whether they could prevail over them.

The reason these entities are called the Golden Race is not for nothing, it's simply because their strength is formidable enough to cause people to yield.

“Your Excellency Withered Bone, the Late Bell Church is willing to buy your spoils of war; may I ask what price must be paid?” Stanley stepped forward, starting with a touch of fervent gaze.

Whether she had lost her power or not, as long as her soul remained, it held value to him.

The great God of Tyranny required succulent souls, not decaying bodies, and the Northern Royal Family, with their powerful warrior bloodline, was bound to be the perfect sacrifice.

“Your Excellency Withered Bone, I beg you to hand her over to me, I am willing to give everything,” Grot's voice rose suppressed with rage after hearing Stanley's words.

That Northern Warrior had nearly lost his mind; he was ready to risk everything even before a price tag had been presented.

Lide quietly watched all this from behind, his facial expression calm, but his heart was anything but still.

The Golden Race, it requires the blood of the Golden Race to replenish the lost lifespan of this Northern female warrior.

To others, the Golden Race consists only of dragons.

But, he, in his hands, had a being with the Golden Bloodline–Isa.

That little lolita with ruby-like eyes was a true member of the Golden Race.

Lide gazed at the Northern Land Valkyrie lying on the floor, his heart pounding with excitement.

If he could gain another Level 15 fighting force…

Chapter end