I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 184 – Chapter 184: Chapter 185 Post

Chapter 184: Chapter 185 Post-War Loot, Hunting Dark Contract (Major Chapter)

As the first ray of sunlight rose in the sky,, Lide, sitting behind his desk on the third floor of City Hall, suddenly opened his eyes.

He turned his head to look at the burly figure lying unconscious on the floor.

He felt a powerful aura awakening.

Thump, thump~

Thump, thump~

Grot Kachar, who had been injected with the Bloodline's blood, now had a heart that burst with vitality like a water pump. Though it beat slowly, it was strong and robust.

At this moment, the thick, mercury-like blood in Grot's body was driven by his heart to flow throughout his veins, with each heartbeat, his inner strength grew.

The heart of the Bloodline was more like a source of energy; it was no longer a weakness and even a stab to the heart could not cause a fatal injury.

Lide and the other second-generation Bloodline descendants in the room watched with sparkling eyes as Grot's aura slowly underwent a metamorphosis, filled with anticipation.

The might of Grot was evident to all; he alone could suppress Emi and Kolong, compelling hundreds of Bloodline members not to gather in the sky.

If Lide had not decisively adopted a one-for-one brutal tactic in the end, they might have had to pay a much higher price to defeat the opponent.

This was a powerful warrior who commanded respect from his foes, a pure warrior.

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Next to Grot at this moment were nine empty, semi-transparent glass bottles, the remnants of magical fluctuations at the mouth of the bottles indicating what had been inside — Magic Blood.

A single glass bottle could hold three liters of liquid, and just these nine bottles of Magic Blood had caused Lide great distress.

After several battles, Lide had used up about one-fifth of the Magic Blood in the blood pool, regardless of the cost.

It didn't seem like much, but this pool of Magic Blood had been accumulated over a hundred years.

It was a non-renewable resource in the short term.

Use a little, lose a little.

But at this moment, Lide did not have time to consider so much, as his gaze was firmly fixed on the increasingly powerful Grot.

This Northern Warrior was like a young dragon breaking out of its shell, filled with a breathtaking presence.

Swoosh~

Grot, lying on the grey velvet carpet, abruptly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze like that of a hawk ready to hunt, and he sat up straight.

Startled by the sight of the Bloodline members surrounding him, he was about to react, but upon seeing Lide out of the corner of his eye, he immediately froze.

Familiarity, dependence, trust–the powerful Bloodline power dissolved any hostility in Grot like water escaping.

At the same time, a stream of information passed through Grot's bloodline, and after receiving it, his eyes gradually softened.

Moments later, the robust burly man rose to his feet, and his head, which had never bowed even in the face of death, lowered in Lide's presence as he clasped his chest in salute.

“Good day, Ancestor Crown.”

Lide's eyes showed a hint of satisfaction, and he said with a solemn tone, “Grot, as the Blood Clan Ancestor, I bestow upon you a new surname — Kachar.”

Upon hearing this, something stirred in Grot's heart, a mysterious force surged through his bloodline, and it seemed as though his soul was sublimated at that moment, with some missing piece in his bloodline being filled by Lide's words.

Once again, he clasped his chest and bowed his head.

“Grot Kachar, at your command.”

Thus, this mighty Northern Warrior became a part of the honored Upper Race — the Bloodline.

Dawn City's high-end combat strength had increased by one.

At the same time, a system notification also sounded in Lide's ear.

“Ding, Grot Kachar Bloodline transformation successful, Bloodline strength increased, awarded character experience — 2000.”

2000 experience points weren't bad, much better than the 1000 experience he earned from the battle outside of Green City.

Indeed, after defeating Grot, Stanley, and Kolong, all formidable level 15 entities, Lide only gained 1000 character experience points, so little that he hardly considered mentioning it.

Lide eagerly began to check Grot's attributes.

He was keen to know what sort of being would emerge from the combination of a Northern Warrior and the Bloodline.

Northern Bloodline?? Quite exciting indeed.

Grot Kachar

Title: Child of the North (Cold Resistance +50%, Body Recovery Speed +30%, Strength +30%)

Age: 67

Level: 16

Profession: Northern Warrior

Bloodline: Blood of Fearlessness, a new bloodline formed from the fusion of the Northern Warrior's and the Bloodline's bloodlines.

Blood of Fearlessness: During activation, immune to pain, immune to mind-affecting spells,

physical recovery speed and life recovery speed increased by 500%,

Magic Resistance increased by 200%,

strength increased by 60%,

body recovery speed increased by 1000% at night, able to harness the bloodline's power to heal bodily wounds, duration: 30 minutes.

Gains the Extraordinary Trait: Fearlessness during bloodline activation.

Introduction: Son of the North, once hailed as the most likely warrior to break through and become Legendary.

Northern people have lifespans of up to 150 years, which increase to 200 after breaking through level 15, so the 67-year-old Grot was still in his prime.

Awesome.

After reading Grot's attributes, Lide's face showed a huge surprise.

Too powerful.

The original Grot was already able to suppress Emi and Kolong in combat; now, the fusion of his Northern Bloodline with the Bloodline had become the new Bloodline — Blood of Fearlessness.

His strength directly rose two levels.

Although the fused Blood of Fearlessness wasn't as strong as Lady Betty's Royal Bloodline,

Lide knew full well that beings like Betty, who had a Golden Bloodline like Isa, were extremely rare and scarce, so he never harbored any unrealistic fantasies.

By comparison, Grot had given him plenty of surprises.

It could be said that Lide now held an absolute trump card in his hand; no, with Betty, he had a pair of jokers, the big and little ghost, ready to explode.

Adding to this, with Emi and Kolong, who had just awakened his Ancient Giant Bloodline and evolved into a Bronze Giant, as well as Stanley, the level 15 Dark Priest who would rejoin them in no more than a month.

Though Lide suffered huge losses in this war, the gains were tenfold, a hundredfold larger.

Dawn City now boasted 4 top-level combatants with 3 at level 16 and 1 at level 15.

Even if he faced the Dark Contract head-on at this moment, he would no longer feel the slightest unease.

As the balance shifted, the strength of the Dark Contract had greatly diminished.

In just one day, we lost three of our top fighters; now only four remained.

The Eight-Armed Snake Demon Roy from the Abyss, the Undead Mage Withered Bone with his Bone Dragon, plus a mysterious person, Nelson, who had not shown his true face, and lastly, Viscount Bernard who was close to Transcendent.

Lide held onto the combat forces, the 15th Level Shadow High Priest Emi, 15th Level Bronze One-eyed Giant Koso, the Child of the North Grot Kachar at Level 16, and Lady Betty of the Northern Royal Family at Level 16–who could instantaneously slay 19th Level Molten Demons and extinguish the Dignity of the Divine.

When bayonets clash and draw blood, only then can we know who will win and who will lose.

Such a great price had been paid, but now we had finally gathered enough strength to fight the opposition.

Moreover, there was very good news now: The Dark Contract was unaware of everything that had happened.

The Crimson Mage Tower was still hidden in the shadows.

This asymmetric information could determine the final outcome of this game.

“Very well, no matter what has happened before, from now on, you are a member of the Holy Light Bloodline.

Grot, the Blood Clan welcomes you,” Lide said as he patted the shoulder of Grot, who was twice his height, with a smile that came from within.

No matter how hostile we were before, he was one of us now.

Humans still retained their original memories and personalities after evolving into the Bloodline,

and their temperaments wouldn't suddenly change from warm and exuberant to cold and introverted because they became a Bloodline.

However, the powerful blood of the Bloodline would subtly transform new members, slowly deepening their identification with their Bloodline identity, but this process was lengthy and might take years.

The good point was that this sense of identity was permanent, imprinted into the soul and blood.

Thus, most new members of the Bloodline showed little change at the beginning; only after a long time would their daily habits gradually align with those of the Bloodline.

Of course, there was no harm in this, but rather over time, the power of the blood would strengthen.

Grot's gaze was somewhat complicated as he looked at the second-generation Bloodline beside him, and he nodded.

Just moments before, they were enemies, and now they were comrades–this feeling was indeed strange.

However, he did not give it much thought; in battle, one could not hold back against an enemy, and as a Northern Warrior who had fought half his life, he was quite open-minded about these matters.

“Ancestor Crown, the blood of the Northern Royal Family…”

Lide looked at Grot, who seemed to have more to say but hesitated, and smiled slightly.

“Don't worry, Betty is fine. She hasn't become a Bloodline; she is still a Northern person.”

Of course, whether Betty became a Bloodline or not didn't matter anymore, with Isa's bonds in front and his Soul Contract behind.

This Northern Royal Bloodline had been firmly tethered to the chariot of Dawn City, becoming a Sharp Blade in his hands.

Grot breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had become a Bloodline, he still didn't wish for the blood of the Northern Royal Family to be extinguished.

In human countries, royalty might be just a title, but in the Northern lands, it was different.

The Talent held by the royal blood was far beyond what an ordinary Northern Warrior could compare to, and Grot was even confident that no matter when he fought Betty, the victor would always be Betty alone.

No one understood the Talent inherent in the royal blood better than this Child of the North; only a powerful Northern Royal Family could lead the Northern people.

This was the sole reason he paid a huge price to save the dying Betty; the North could not be without a royal family.

“Clan Leader, Lady Betty requests an audience,”

While the two were conversing, a Bloodline from outside entered the room to report.

“Bring her in,”

“Yes.”

Soon, the slender and tall Betty, with a giant sword completely disproportionate to her size, stepped into the office, her eyes carrying a wild aura.

It was only then that Lide could clearly see Betty's face.

Unlike any other girl, Betty's features were very three-dimensional, with a kind of indescribable heroic beauty, and those black eyes held a wildness that seemed impossible to suppress.

This sort of woman would certainly be queen-like on Earth, capable of making countless men submit at her feet.

Upon seeing an unharmed Betty, Grot Kachar showed a broad smile on his face and took two steps forward, placing his right fist over his heart.

“Good day, Princess Betty, of the Morlon Tribe of the North, Grot Kachar greets you.”

Betty's eyes brightened upon hearing Grot's words, “Grot?” A touch of affection flashed in her eyes, “Child of the North, I have heard your name.”

After finishing her statement, a shadow seemed to pass over her eyes as if recalling some past events, “What a pity, the Morlon Tribe is no more, otherwise we might have had the chance to fight side by side in the North.”

Betty gave Lide a profound look, “However, you are now one of the Bloodline.”

Grot was slightly startled, and looking into Betty's eyes, he felt a pang of discomfort, “Princess Betty, is it true that only you are left of the Northern Royal Family?”

Betty looked at Grot with some curiosity, “Who told you that?”

“Ah, is it not so? The Nolan Empire and the Radiant Empire broke through the Northern Plateau, the Nolan Empire has occupied our land, and the Radiant Empire is hunting our royal family, even legends have taken action…”

Betty nodded, her voice growing heavier, “The general information is correct, but as strong as the legends of the Radiant Empire are, our Northern legends are not weak.

After the North was breached, the royal family led three hundred thousand Northern people away from the Northern Plateau through the Space Gate.

They are now in a plane discovered by the royal family many years ago, and the living conditions there are much better than on the Northern Plateau.”

Upon hearing this, Grot immediately showed great joy,

“So, it means our North has not lost its heritage!!”

Betty shook her head, “No, Northern warriors could never lose their heritage. In fact, if the royal family had not already considered relocating, it would have been impossible for the Nolan Empire and the Radiant Empire to take the Northern Plateau no matter how strong they were,” Betty declared, lifting her head proudly.

As the leader of Glory's three great warriors, the Northern Warrior was not as weak and vulnerable as the outside world imagined.

Although the Northern people were few in number, they were all soldiers, and each Northerner was a powerful warrior.

No one could insult the North.

Grot felt a great weight lift from his chest upon hearing this, his voice filled with exuberance.

“The Glory of the North shall light our path ahead.”

A look of longing appeared in Betty's eyes as she echoed, “The Glory of the North shall light our path ahead.”

Lide watched the two reminisce without interjecting.

Understanding more after Betty's words, he figured out why Betty had no reaction to him turning Grot into a member of the Bloodline.

The heritage of the North was still unbroken; a warrior who had already left the North was not so important.

After waiting for the two to finish their topic, Lide went straight to the main topic.

He turned his head and swept a gaze over all the second-generation Bloodline members in the room, his eyes burning as he stared at Grot.

“Grot, the Crimson Mage Tower is my territory, no one can recklessly make my property their hunting target.

I need you to master all the information about the Dark Contract.”

His eyes flashed with a hint of chill, his tone carrying an unquestionable resolve and an indomitable determination.

“This time, we are going to hunt the Dark Contract.”

Chapter end