I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 182

Chapter 182: Chapter 183 When the Northern Warrior Becomes a Bloodline…

The Bloodline was still organizing the battlefield, and Lide watched the surroundings with sharp eyes.

A contemplative look flashed through his eyes.

The battle had been won… no matter the cost in lives.

And the spoils were the existence of three advanced warriors above Level 15.

These three top combat powers were dozens of times more valuable than the sacrificed Bloodline and Magic Language Bats combined.

It was a huge fortune.

This battle made Lide even more aware of what the Bloodline currently lacked–top combat power.

If he had started with Betty, the Northern Land Valkyrie, as a trump card in his hand, Lide was even confident that he could have ended this battle with zero casualties.

Thus, the Bloodline's weaknesses must be compensated for; even with Betty's addition, it was still not enough, the Bloodline needed greater strength.

Therefore, Lide was now urgently choosing between Stanley and Grote to transform one into a Bloodline.

Betty, with her Northern Royal Bloodline, would logically be the best choice, but now she had become Isa's restraint and had also signed a Soul Contract with him.

She was already part of their camp, so Betty was excluded, leaving Grote and Stanley.

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Logically, Lide should not be hesitating between Grote and Stanley, as Grote completely overpowered Stanley in terms of combat power.

However, there was a significant issue–the Late Bell Church had a vast influence within Green City.

This power hidden in the shadows was somewhat tempting to Lide.

If he transformed Stanley into a Bloodline, he could immediately possess the influence that the Late Bell Church had cultivated in Green City for decades.

In combating the Dark Contract, they could directly utilize the power of the Late Bell Church to fight them.

But conversely, although Stanley's subordinates were just the Northern Warriors who had been killed or captured, having nearly no influence within Green City, his high combat power was enough to offset all of that.

If they gained Grote, a Northern Warrior capable of dominating Kosso and Emi in combat, in addition to having Betty, the high-end combat power of Dawn City would further increase.

Because of the Bloodline issues, Lide could only perform the initial embrace once a month, and the battle would commence in three days.

Therefore, he could only choose one between the two.

Ordinary Bloodline could only undergo the initial embrace once a year, and all the Bloodline had already gone through it during the Frost Month.

Moreover, even if some Bloodline had their initial embrace saved up, Lide could not afford to let them squander resources; in case the Bloodline Power was insufficient, causing a level decrease, the loss would be substantial.

Having steadied himself, Lide laughed a bit as he slapped his head; actually, the answer had always been clear, he was just coveting Stanley.

Grote's role was currently much more significant than Stanley's.

Without further hesitation, he decided on Grote in his heart.

The performance of high-end combat power had just been sufficient to explain everything; had Betty not appeared, whether the Bloodline could have survived at all was still debatable.

Even Emi and Kosso, two Level 15 beings, might not have survived.

This was the effect of high-end combat power–against lower-level professionals, it could display an overwhelming state.

“The Clan Leader, we are ready.”

Frey, a second-generation Bloodline who guarded the sacred land and had experienced the Battle of Green City a century ago, came forward to report to Lide.

Lide turned to look at Frey, whose originally blue Mage robe was no longer recognizable, covered in soot and dirt, with even a huge gash from a longsword across the chest.

The scene was dire.

He patted Frey on the shoulder, remaining silent.

In the recent battle, this second generation Bloodline had killed at least 7 Northern Warriors, including some 10th Level Advanced Professionals.

“We're going home,” the tone carrying an inexplicable meaning.

“Yes,” Frey listened and was momentarily stunned, seeing Lide's encouraging look made his eyes inexplicably well up. To hide his inner softness, he suddenly lowered his head and turned around quickly to leave.

Lide watched Frey's retreating figure for a long time without speaking.

When the fate of a race was in his hands, it was great power but also great pressure.

Isa also came down from the mountain at this time, her face showing excitement as she approached Lide.

“Teacher~”

Looking at the happy-faced girl, and then looking back at Betty who was continuously giving Isa an indulgent smile, Lide felt somewhat emotional.

This little girl truly was a treasure given to him by the Goddess of Luck.

Isa, seeing Lide not speaking, felt a bit uneasy, cautiously glanced at him, then quickly explained.

“Teacher, I just awakened a special ability two days ago and hadn't had the chance to tell you, just when Sister Betty–”

Lide smiled looking at those slightly anxious crimson eyes, and reached out to touch the girl's head.

“Isa, don't be nervous. You did very well. Most of the time, when unexpected things happen, you need to make decisions on your own.

In the future, it will be the same. When the teacher is not around, you need to learn to make decisions on your own.

As long as you seriously consider your own safety, the consequences of the issue, and you can bear the consequences, then boldly go ahead with it.”

At that moment, Lide was like an elder brother, teaching his younger sister to grow up.

With Lide's encouragement, Isa's crimson eyes shone with joy.

“Mhm~” The little girl felt very satisfied, thrilled to have helped her teacher~~

Betty quietly watched this scene from behind, feeling somewhat complex in her heart.

She suddenly recalled what she was doing at the age of fourteen or fifteen. Was she hunting snow wolves alone on the snowy mountains, or was she wrestling with giant water pythons in the ice river? It was a bit unclear…

Half a day later, seeing that the Bloodline preparations were about complete, Lide said with a hint of mystery,

“Today I will take you to a new city; that place will also be our new home.”

Betty, who hadn't spoken until then, expressed her interest upon hearing this, “A Vampire's ancient castle? I have been in the North for so many years but have never seen a Vampire's lair.

Is it like the legends describe, built within dark caves, airtight, with bats hanging all around the ceiling, cold springs seeping through the rocks…”

Lide slightly twitched his mouth, “You'll see when we get there.”

He finished speaking and no longer paid attention to this wild Northern Land Valkyrie.

Suddenly, he inexplicably remembered the female Elf he had met in front of Elvis Tavern–Ariel, the 17th level Master Archer.

Like Betty, Ariel also carried a wildness, but there was a clear distinction; Elves were renowned for their wealth and grandeur, whereas beneath Betty's leather armor, there was nothing remarkable.

It might look better if the two switched places.

Lide looked amused.

He wondered who would win in a fight–the well-known talented Elf, or Betty with her Northern Royal Bloodline, capable of killing a 19th level Molten Demon in seconds?

It was a pity he wasn't familiar with that Elf, otherwise having those two fight would have been spectacular.

Soon, the scene was set, all the Bloodline and Magic Language Bats awaited Lide's command to take off.

Without delay, Lide mounted the leading bat and ordered them to fly.

Isa, with Betty's support, also climbed onto the saddle-backed bat, hiding shyly in Lide's arms as she looked up with anticipation at the Magic Language Bat sitting below.

It was Isa's first flight on a Demon Beast, and the little girl felt both excited and frightened, clutching tightly at Lide's robe.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

The huge bat wings flapped, raising a choking black dust from the scorched earth beneath the valley.

The massive body of the Magic Language Bat slowly ascended, with the ground gradually shrinking below.

At that moment, the moon, which had been hidden behind the clouds, finally revealed itself, pouring down cold moonlight like mercury.

The landscape unfolded before everyone's eyes.

The forests and mountains below were draped in a silver cloak, and among the howling mountain winds, swaying gracefully, every scene was adorned with a unique beauty by the moonlight.

The gloom in everyone's hearts nearly disappeared under such a beautiful scene.

Isa leaned back slightly, feeling that firm chest and an indescribable sense of safety emerged, her eyes narrowing into crescents.

Betty, however, sat rather bored behind Lide. For her, as a member of the Northern Royal Family with her own Griffin, the flight rides in the Northern Plateau were nothing novel.

She was more looking forward to the ancient Vampire castle.

In human legends, Vampires often represent mystery and gore, and their lairs are considered terrifying.

As Bloodline did not exist in the North, naturally there would be no such mysterious buildings like Vampire castles in their legends.

Four Sunshine Hours later, the large group of bats returned to Dawn City.

Betty sat behind Lide, the three of them riding a single Magic Language Bat.

After crossing a valley, Betty saw from afar the city nestled among thousands of towering peaks.

Majestic and spectacular.

Admiration flickered in her eyes.

“Truly, this is fitting of a Vampire's castle, beyond all expectations.”

Upon seeing his city, Lide immediately showed deep joy.

At this moment, he felt very much like a returning wanderer, filled with excitement and an inexplicable thrill.

After a grand battle, all of the Bloodline were exhausted, but upon seeing Dawn City from above, everyone cried out in excitement.

The sounds carried far into the empty night sky.

Without experiencing a life-and-death battle, without feeling the complex emotions of walking alive out from under the Death God's scythe, one would hardly understand the Bloodline's feelings at this moment.

When the Bloodline, filled with excitement, landed the Magic Language Bats in Dawn City, the patrolling Security Team members quickly spotted them.

Having redeployed most of the Bloodline for the past two days, the patrols of the Security Team had been significantly increased

The sight of countless injured Bloodline and Magic Language Bats astonished the security team members.

Especially when rows of bodies were laid out on the square, the atmosphere amongst the Security Team grew heavy.

“Quick, go report to Lord Harrison.”

“Where are the medical staff? Quick, fetch someone…”

“Hiss, so many bodies, what exactly did the Bloodline endure?!”

Upon receiving the news, Harrison, who was stationed in Dawn City, arrived immediately.

“Goodnight, Clan Leader,” Harrison said with a heavy expression, observing the Bloodline around him in disarray.

“Clan Leader, did we win this battle?”

Lide remained silent for a moment before nodding, his tone solemn.

“We won, though at a great cost. But all the heroes who sacrificed themselves will not be forgotten; Dawn City will grow stronger because of them.”

“Harrison, immediately arrange for the injured Bloodline members to be treated at the blood pool. Also, inform the breeding farm to prepare the pigs and heal the Magic Language Bats, which have also suffered significant damage.”

“I need them to recover completely within two days, not three.”

“Additionally, gather the remains of the heroes who died for Dawn City. I want to hold a public funeral for them in ten days.”

Lide issued several commands in quick succession, and finally, pointing to Grot, who was being guarded by the second-generation Bloodline and was still unconscious, he spoke with a resolute tone.

“Take him to the City Hall. After tonight, the Bloodline will have gained a powerful new Bloodline member.”

After finishing, Lide glanced at Betty, but she showed no reaction, as if Grot, the Northern Warrior, had nothing to do with her.

“Yes, Clan Leader,” Harrison, undisturbed by minor details, immediately went to prepare upon receiving the order.

After issuing his commands, Lide turned to look at Isa yawning and Betty, who was curiously observing Dawn City.

“Isa, Betty, you'll rest at my estate tonight; I still have important matters to deal with today.”

Isa, looking a bit sleepy, obediently nodded. “Yes, Teacher.” She never argued with Lide's words.

Betty, on the other hand, simply shrugged indifferently. Rather than resting, she was more interested in exploring this legendary vampire castle.

Curiosity indeed.

After Isa and Betty left with the Bloodline members, Lide immediately returned to his office in the City Hall.

At the same time, all the injured Bloodline members were taken to the blood pool.

As long as they weren't dead on the battlefield, Lide wasn't worried; the Bloodline's innate talents guaranteed their robust life force.

Regardless of the severity of their wounds, they could quickly recover to normal with fresh blood–the talents of the Upper Race were unreasonably formidable.

“Prepare ten bottles of Magic Blood for me.”

“Yes, Clan Leader,”

After instructing Harrison, Lide walked to where Grot lay on the carpet.

Without any hesitation, he leaned down, picked up Grot's wrist, and bit into it.

The mysterious power hidden within his bloodline began to infuse into Grot's body.

Blood Clan Ancestor: You are the Ancestor of the Bloodline, possessing a powerful bloodline, immune to sunlight. You can develop one Bloodline member per month; all Bloodline members and their descendants will have unwavering loyalty to you, providing you with 1 character Experience point per month.

He had only first embraced Emi before, so the power uniquely belonging to the Bloodline was now intensely potent in his bloodline.

Grot had suffered severe injuries under the spells of nearly two hundred Bloodline members; had it not been for the robust constitution of the Northern Warrior, he would have already met with Death God.

Now, he could only lie on the ground and let Lide infuse the Bloodline power into him.

This formidable Northern Warrior began to transform as his surface skin, charred black, cracked open and regrew new skin, as if emerging from a cocoon into a butterfly.

The originally weak aura slowly steadied, and his life force grew from a flickering candle to a blazing torch.

The path of transformation and evolution had begun.

What fascinating reactions would occur after the Northern Warrior became part of the Bloodline?

Lide looked forward to it immensely.

Chapter end