I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 257 – Chapter 257: Chapter 258: The Blood of the Golden Race, Little Yisha's Intentions (9800

Chapter 257: Chapter 258: The Blood of the Golden Race, Little Yisha's Intentions (9800-word Mega Chapter)

“”This lady, now belongs to me, who agrees, who objects?!””

“Damn Undead Bone Dragon!! Kill them all!!”

Bimong, toppled by the Bone Dragon, let out a massive roar, his claws as sharp as lances forged tens of thousands of times by a smith, their swing flickering with the chill of the forest.

Lide looked at the girl lying on the ground, who even in the face of impending death, still held her chin up with pride, the corner of his lips curving into an inexplicable smile, his gaze constantly fixed on that scarlet hue.

After confirming without doubt, he slightly turned his head to meet the owner of the cloak with four eyes, while the girl's silvery eyes harbored indescribable, complex emotions.

Having seen this, Lide's heart trembled, dammit, what's with the girls of Glory always looking at me with that expression?

So terrifying…

And at that moment, the Beastmen who had reacted were unleashing their ferocious roars at the Bone Dragon set in the middle of the battlefield.

Yet, under the Dragon Power, the Beastmen Warriors, courageously standing their ground without weakened legs, still dared not charge directly at the Bone Dragon.

Without any reserve, Lord Withered Bones displayed his invincible posture, exuding the Dignity of an Level 18 Bone Dragon that penetrated the soul, leaving the Beastmen almost breathless.

It was the Dignity of a higher life form, an unstoppable Dignity.

That was also why the giant dragons were worshipped and feared by the entire Glory World, for their mere Dragon Power could sap away the combat strength of even the fiercest warriors… a feat not even Bimong, also of the Golden Race, could match.

Aside from their low reproductive rate, giant dragons were nearly the most perfect species in Glory, powerful, long-lived, intelligent, and versed in the ways of survival.

However, Bimong ignored the Dragon Power, for within it flowed the Golden Life bloodline as well.

Although Bimong was not as revered across countless dimensions and planes as dragons, its formidable life force was not to be underestimated by anyone.

Lide flipped down from behind the Bone Dragon, poof–the air slightly lifting his Mage's long robe, his movement unspeakably dashing and handsome.

Steadily standing.

He was now but seven or eight blades away from the fallen Andabella.

“Lord Withered Bones, him, I leave to you,” his gaze signaling the ten-blades-tall barbaric beast.

“Gahaha~ Damned Bimong, how dare you disrespect Lord Withered Bones, the great Lord Withered Bones will let you taste the fear of death!

Face the Dragon Breath!”

Though the enemy was a Level 19 Bimong, the Level 18 Withered Bones showed no fear, opening his mouth to unleash a Death Breath filled with desolation and destructive force.

The ashen energy headed straight for Bimong, with only a distance of thirty or forty blades between them. Bimong barely reacted in time to sidestep slightly, narrowly avoiding the full force of the breath, yet inevitably affected by it.

Bones-chilling Negative Energy rampaged into its body, Bimong wailing in excruciating pain.

Its black fur tainted by the Dragon Breath turned pale in an instant, its life force ebbing swiftly. Bereft of the Dragon's elemental damage, the Bone Dragon nonetheless possessed the Death Breath with Negative Energy, its power undiminished.

The wounded Bimong showed no sign of retreat, with unbearable pain stimulating its every nerve, its eyes filled with frenzy, it charged heedlessly at the Bone Dragon.

Withered Bones spread his wings, taking off abruptly from the ground, not giving Bimong any chance for close combat.

Bimong was the melee king among the Golden Race, even a giant dragon might not withstand a close battle.

The clever Undead Mage naturally wouldn't engage in a head-on clash.

Under Withered Bones' taunts, Bimong hardly hesitated before abandoning the battlefield here, charging toward the city.

It wanted to tear that damned Bone Dragon to shreds.

In an instant, only Lide and Andabella, who was now nearly unable to move, were left here, surrounded by countless Beastman Warriors.

The scene resembled a lamb entering a pack of fierce wolves, with no chance of survival in sight.

Andabella no longer had the mood to observe the surrounding Beastmen, as the girl focused all her attention on the figure approaching step by step.

Her body was so weak that she didn't even have the strength left to speak, with severe backlash from the use of Legendary Equipment coming her way little by little.

She knew her life was nearing its end, for she had overdrawn all her life force.

Andabella no longer harbored hope for survival; she just wanted to see clearly the person daring enough to rescue her amidst tens of thousands of Beastmen.

Step by step closer, Andabella's vision landed on black boots, moving up to an elegantly black Mage's robe embroidered with dark flowers, a gown worn only by Advanced Mages, and higher still, a handsome face with a slightly furrowed brow appeared.

“Lord Izreal…”

Lide looked at Andabella, who was lying on the ground, without saying much, he leaned down slightly and, to the girl's astonished gaze, scooped her into his arms.

A princess carry.

Lide looked down slightly at the helplessness in those silver eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

His hand stealthily touched the girl's cloak behind her, the unique toughness of the Dragon Skin bringing an even more brilliant smile to his face.

Meanwhile, Andabella looked at the smile that dazzled her more than the moon in the sky, and a faint blush spread silently across her pale face.

“Miss Andabella, leave everything to me from now on, I will protect you in every respect.”

Lide's expression was serious and earnest, like a solemn oath.

Who dares to compete with me for the cloak today will learn what it means to face a true beating.

Let them understand how the shovel of justice can sever their thighs.

A tremor went through Andabella's heart, her proud chin lowering awkwardly as she subconsciously avoided his pitch-black eyes.

Before she had a chance to respond, a miserable shriek cut off their conversation.

“Roar~”

The sky, because of the departure of the Bone Dragon, was again attacked by the Double-legged Flying Dragons, and their distinctive miserable cries created a strange and terrifying atmosphere.

The dense numbers once again covered the shining moon in the sky.

Hearing these piercing cries, Andabella turned her head slightly, her silver eyes filled with urgency and worry, her voice faint.

“Lord Izreal, let me go… I've already exhausted all of my life force… even if you save me… I will still…”

Lide shook his head resolutely upon hearing this.

“No, saving you or not is my choice, it has nothing to do with you.

Miss Andabella, now, you are under my protection, and no one can harm you in my presence.”

“But…” Andabella looked up at the Double-legged Flying Dragon swarm that again covered the sky, her expression somewhat dim.

“With me in tow, you can't escape from here…”

It seemed as if the girl had recovered a bit of her spirit, her breath slowly stabilizing after being held in Lide's arms.

However, beneath that pale face, this scene appeared more like a flicker of life before death.

“Escape? Who said I want to escape?”

Lide revealed a domineering smile, his plans shifting slightly in his heart upon sensing that for some reason there were no Level 15 Beastman Warriors around.

The girl was momentarily stunned, looking at that confident and calm face, she opened her mouth but was unable to speak.

“Damn humans, tear him to shreds!!”

“Kill him!!”

The Beastman army on the ground had finally recovered from facing the Dragon Power, remembering their own cowardly actions of not daring to raise their weapons just moments before, their hearts filled with rage.

They wanted to wash away their shame in blood.

Dire wolves in the streets howled, Beastman Warriors roared in anger, and the Double-legged Flying Dragons in the sky let out their mournful cries.

In the center of this tens of thousands-strong army, in Andabella's eyes, even with a Bone Dragon, Lide would find it difficult to escape such a situation, let alone now that the Bone Dragon was entangled by the Bimong.

The hope in her heart that had been ignited by Lide's appearance in his wildest posture was dashed once again.

Just moments ago, Andabella could face death with the proudest attitude, but now her heart was filled with unwillingness and reluctance.

She did not want this man, who dared to confront tens of thousands of Beastman troops for her, to die.

But now, she no longer had the strength to wield her longsword, and her cloak had long since drained her last bit of life energy.

Then, Andabella witnessed a second scene that she'd never forget for the rest of her life.

The handsome figure in front of her took out a palm-sized bat from his pocket and, under her watchful eye, threw it into the sky.

Just then, a gap opened in the midst of the Double-legged Flying Dragons, and the moonlight shone through.

The palm-sized bat, under the watchful eyes of all the Beastmen, whoosh–transformed in less than a second into a colossal creature with a wingspan of 16 blades.

Moreover, the giant beast was clad in armor etched with mysterious silver patterns, radiating with dignity.

What captured attention the most were the blade-thin wings of the race-unknown mysterious giant beast. With the chill of bone-piercing coldness, they seemed capable of easily severing a warrior's heavy shield.

Those were the Blade Wings.

A mighty and powerful steel beast.

The light in Andabella's eyes ignited once again, and when she turned her head to look at that calm figure, her heart became even more complex.

Lide paid no mind to all that; the smile curling on his lips was cold and callous after witnessing Castro's transformation,

He spoke with a commanding and forceful tone.

“Castro, show me your edge, don't disappoint me.”

He needed to test the power of the Extraordinary Armor.

Castro, seeing the throng of enemies around him, felt not fear but a strong desire to fight welling up within him.

“At your command, my master.”

He was set to prove his strength before his master; Castro would not disappoint.

Clad in Extraordinary Armor, Castro's power had undergone a qualitative leap, each of the six features of the Extraordinary Armor so strong as to be alarming.

Lide had long wanted to test the edge of the Extraordinary Armor. How extraordinary was this equipment worth 500,000 Gold Pucks? Only the brutality of war could tell.

And there was no more fitting place than here and now.

Whoosh whoosh–

Castro, flapping his wings, made his move.

Enhanced with the feature of Super Agility, Castro's speed now surpassed the speed of sound.

With one flap of his wings, a mist even burst out behind him, and the terrifying sound wave was like the wail of a demon.

Zing–

Lambs to the slaughter.

The sharp Blade Wings were an unstoppable edge against the hapless Beastmen.

The surrounding Beastmen became dismembered limbs with one accelerating sweep from Castro.

Blood splattered.

No Beastman warrior could withstand the sharpness of the Extraordinary Armor.

Extreme Sharpness (When attacking with the wings, there's a 70% chance to directly sever armor below the Transcendent quality, with a higher chance with lower quality armor)

The bodies of the Beastmen were like meat on the chopping block beneath the Blade Wings.

Now, with the deterrence of Dragon Power gone, the Double-legged Flying Dragons in the sky immediately regained their combat strength. Seeing Castro slaughtering the Beastman warriors, they flew into a rage and surged toward Castro like a swarm of locusts.

But it was all in vain.

The claws of the Double-legged Flying Dragons, sharp enough to tear apart a knight's armor, couldn't even leave a mark on Castro's Extraordinary Armor.

Acidic saliva that could easily corrode warrior shields dripped in large quantities onto the armor, not to mention corrosion–it couldn't even make Castro's armor slightly dim.

Instead, it slid off the armor like raindrops. If it were not for the deep pitted holes corroded into the ground upon landing, the Double-legged Flying Dragons would truly believe they had lost their acidic power.

Claws, corrosive saliva, magic, longbows, knightly spears–none of these tools were effective.

That solid armor was like a mountain, insulating him from all prying eyes.

Whew–

In contrast, the current Castro, with terrifying speed paired with sharp Blade Wings, was the most brutally merciless killing machine of a nascent ruler.

Death was his ally at this moment, bloodshed his cloak, and brutality his nature.

He was the first Dawn Bat, the king of bats.

Beneath the Blade Wings, the Double-legged Flying Dragons in the dense sky were like falling raindrops, thump thump thump–countless huge bodies plummeted to the ground, emitting dull thuds.

Limbs everywhere, blood drenched, hundreds of Beastmen lay smashed to death where they stood.

Despite tens of thousands of troops, at this moment, the sole master of this battlefield belonged to the new king–Castro.

Slaughter, this was a naked massacre, where no harm could threaten Castro wrapped in Extraordinary Armor.

The Double-legged Flying Dragons in the sky, in terms of speed, couldn't match Castro who could cruise at supersonic speeds,

in terms of strength, they couldn't compare with the newly born king who inherited the Bronze One-eyed Giant Bloodline and could brawl with Koso,

in terms of defensive power, even the mighty siege crossbow carts couldn't leave a scratch on the Extraordinary Armor,

in terms of offensive power, the Blade Wings could directly sever anything less than Extraordinary Equipment; the impoverished Beastmen considered it a luxury to don armor, let alone anything Extraordinary.

Therefore, in every aspect, the Double-legged Flying Dragons were ruthlessly suppressed by Castro, and this gruesome massacre even caused a severe psychological shadow to the bloodthirsty and belligerent Beastmen.

Castro made no unnecessary movements, relying solely on supersonic attacks, utilizing the Blade Wings' sharpness to slash his enemies.

But the simpler it was, the more effective and unstoppable.

Whether it be the Double-legged Flying Dragons or the Beastmen troops on the ground, each of Castro's dives would take tens of lives.

An extremely shocking scene unfolded on the battlefield.

Lide, in his dark patterned Mage robes, held Andabella, draped in a Blood Cloak, standing in the center of the battlefield, with tens of thousands of Beastmen around him not daring to approach–an empty vacuum formed within two hundred blades' reach of him.

Because everything in the vicinity became nothingness in the face of that terrifying steel colossus.

The solid, pointed rooftops made of bluestone were demolished, strong Beastman Warriors were torn apart, and the surrounding streets all became ruins under Castro's wings.

The smell of blood and dust permeated the entire battlefield.

And any Beastman who dared to approach Lide at the center of the battlefield would suffer the most brutal strike from that steel colossus.

After several waves, no Beastman dared to cross the line of life and death drawn by the Death God.

Lide, standing in the middle of the battlefield, his faint Dragon Scale Shield protecting him and Andabella in his arms.

Watching Castro's massacre, Lide's expression did not waver an inch, as if such scenes were common, the severed limbs and blood spilled not warranting another glance from him.

The blood and severed limbs on the ground, the overwhelming steel colossus in the sky hunting Double-legged Flying Dragons, the dragons folding their wings and plummeting like raindrops.

This epic and shocking scene became the backdrop for the figure holding the girl.

The steel colossus in the sky, having slaughtered countless Beastmen, seemed not to be the main character here; it was this calm figure who was the true ruler of everything here.

Andabella twisted her head slightly, using her peripheral vision within Lide's embrace to observe everything around, after seeing the steel colossus' slaughter of the Beastmen, her emotions became extremely complex.

Quietly examining the mysterious man's handsome and youthful face, who exactly was this man?

Why could he enslave a giant dragon?

Why did he possess a steel colossus that could transform and was overwhelmingly powerful?

Why would he risk confronting tens, perhaps hundreds of thousands, of Beastman troops to rescue her from the claws of a Level 19 Bimong?

All of these questions surfaced in the mind of this proud girl, but no matter how hard she pondered, she found no answers.

At this moment, Lide's originally handsome face seemed to be veiled in extreme mystique, his figure like a puzzle, an enigma that tempted the girl to desperately guess the correct answer.

Lide paid no attention to the girl in his arms, instead silently observing the scene around him, not interrupting Castro's attack on the tens of thousands of Beastmen.

Yes, the multitude of Beastmen could only defend, while the attack came from the unstoppable colossus.

Castro's terrifying combat power gave Lide the most direct understanding of the strength of Extraordinary Weapons, answering the question of just how strong top fight capabilities could be, fostered by at least five hundred thousand Gold Puck.

If it were Castro in Dwarf Valley facing today's scene, he might have dealt huge damage to the Beastmen, but he absolutely could not have suppressed tens of thousands of Beastmen alone.

Now, after donning Extraordinary Armor, no Beastman could stop Castro, none!

Even after a large number of Double-legged Flying Dragons died in the sky and two Level 15 Double-legged Flying Dragons arrived as reinforcements, it was still futile.

Both being Level 15, the claws of these two Level 15 Double-legged Flying Dragons simply could not penetrate Castro's defense.

Conversely, Castro's Blade Wings could inflict fatal damage to those two Level 15 Double-legged Flying Dragons.

One of them, unable to dodge in time during a collision, was torn through the Dragon Wings by Castro and fell from the sky, while the other Level 15 Double-legged Flying Dragon quickly fled the chaotic scene at high speed after seeing its companion in trouble.

And thus, the last vestiges of resistance on the field became naught.

Castro had gone on a killing frenzy.

The Blade Wings were stained red with blood, then wiped clean by dead bodies, only to be stained red again… This cycle repeated over a hundred times.

The dense swarm of double-legged flying dragons had even created a vast vacuum.

“Castro, come back.”

Right when Castro was killing in high spirits, Lide suddenly sensed several powerful auras approaching from afar, Level 15!

Lide no longer indulged in the battle and immediately called for Castro to return.

Although he did not fear the opponent's top professions, Lide saw no reason to engage in a tough fight with the Beastmen at this time. Winning would bring no benefits, and losing could even result in his demise here.

He had already understood the combat power of the Extraordinary Armor; it was time to end this battle.

While Lide waited for Castro to return, space in front of him suddenly shattered.

A cold glint flashed.

A short blade carrying a lethal aura attacked from the side, its sharp edge aimed directly at his throat.

The terrifying killing intent seemed to make time stop in that moment, and Andabella, lying in his arms, watched in horror as the short blade aimed for Lide's neck.

No!!

Just when the girl's heart was filled with despair, a faint shimmer burst forth from the shield beside Lide, and the short blade went clink–directly shattered by the shield.

The deadly strike from the mysterious assassin hadn't even breached the shield.

Joy instantly appeared on Andabella's face.

But this was not the end. After the blade was deflected, it came at him again, slashing over a dozen times in a single second.

Under the high-frequency, dense assault, pop–the solid shield exploded like shattered glass.

Then, in the next second, just as the petite assassin hidden under the cloak seemed poised to succeed.

Lide, holding Andabella, vanished in an instant.

The diminutive assassin's eyes widened at this scene. Instant teleportation-type space magic??

He turned his head and spotted the mage fifty blades away.

Seeing this, the assassin did not retreat into the shadows; instead, he charged towards Lide like a warrior.

To confront a mage whose aura did not exceed Level 15 meant certain death.

This was the absolute confidence of the cloak-shrouded assassin; no one could escape its hunt.

After using Shadow Jump to evade that fatal attack, Lide also broke into a cold sweat. One indeed had to always be cautious on the battlefield.

If he hadn't advanced the Mage Shield beforehand, today he might have truly faced a deathly peril.

Luckily, he had not a few trump cards.

A glint of murderous intent flashed through his eyes; this damned bastard had actually given him a great scare.

“Castro, I want them alive!”

The recently plunging Castro had personally witnessed that damned assassin's attempt on Lide's life.

Rage swelled in his heart.

How dare they disrespect the Master!!

Dammit!!

Castro will tear your head to pieces!!

In his rage, Castro's speed reached an extreme, and the assassin that had charged at Lide now sensed a deadly threat approaching.

The face hidden under the cloak instantly turned exceptionally ugly, and with a twist, he stepped into the torn space and entered.

He could not afford to delay; a Level 15 life was not within his capability to confront.

But Castro was too fast; his speed had nearly become invisible to the naked eye.

As the space had not yet closed, crunch–crackle–

Castro, filled with infinite rage, forced his way in, and immediately the space twisted.

The assassin who had just stepped into the Dimension Plane was severely wounded by the distorted space and was forced to escape back from the Plane, constantly coughing up blood, with specks of blood tainting his black hair.

Castro's eyes widened, and his massive jaws lunged at the assassin sheltered beneath the hair tufts, his sharp teeth saw-like.

He intended to kill this despicable creature who had harmed his master!

But the gravely injured assassin did not cease to resist; his short blade glinting lethally as his body, compressed like a spring, leaped up abruptly, targeting the eyes of Castro.

Unleashing another deadly move.

Clink–the clear sound of metal clashing completely despaired the cloak-wrapped assassin.

There was a shield!

How could Extraordinary Level armor have such an obvious flaw? Castro's initially empty eye sockets sprang open to reveal two hollowed pieces of armor from above.

The sharp edge of the blade was blocked.

Castro swung his massive claw, piercing through the abdomen of the diminutive assassin.

He wanted to tear his opponent apart, but remembering Lide's words, he reluctantly held back, fury filling his chest.

Using Mage's Hand, he took the now unconscious assassin with him and sped toward Lide.

Lide's brows furrowed, sensing the increasingly close powerful presences.

Without hesitation, as soon as Castro neared, he climbed onto the back of the nascent monarch.

“We're leaving this place.”

“At your command, my master.”

“Andabella, I'm taking you away now, just like I said–nobody can hurt you with me here.”

Lide stole another touch of the Legendary Level Dragon Skin cloak made for the girl in his arms, unable to resist the sensation.

Such a good feel, truly.

Andabella's silver eyes, though severely weakened, still shone brightly as she looked at Lide's serious expression, her heart quivering, her gaze shifting away for the second time.

No one could hurt you.

Such a simple phrase, yet so incredibly heavy…

And at that moment, no fewer than seven Beastmen warriors above Level 15 arrived at the battlefield.

Castro took flight just then.

The two passed each other by.

These fearsome Beastmen Warriors, drenched in blood, watched helplessly, faces twisted with rage, as Castro ascended and departed.

The Double-legged Flying Dragons, which one might have thought would impede Castro, instinctively evaded, daring not to collide with this killing machine.

In the seven to eight minutes just passed, Castro had decimated five to six hundred Double-legged Flying Dragons with his unmatched aerial advantage.

Every charge into the flock of Flying Dragons resulted in massive casualties; the most dreadful part was Castro's attacks were unavoidable.

A Double-legged Flying Dragon's flight speed was roughly 400 kilometers per hour, this unique Beastman unit not renowned for high-speed flight.

In comparison, Castro's maximum limit reached near 1400 kilometers per hour, capable of supersonic flight.

Add to that the Extreme Sharpness of the Blade Wings, any armor below Extraordinary Level could be easily slashed apart, let alone the ordinary Level 6 or 7, while the Elite classes only stretched to Level 11 or 12 Double-legged Flying Dragons.

Thus when Lide had Castro withdraw, the more than four thousand Flying Dragons, which covered the entire sky, scattered wildly like the butter that meets a red-hot knife blade.

They not only dared not approach, but they were even terrified that this horrific creature would reap them in passing.

The scene was incredibly shocking, but no Flying Dragon felt admonished–fear of death is a trait of all life.

The few Level 15 Beastman Warriors below could only watch as Castro's form vanished from sight, roaring furiously, unable to do anything.

Ground units are forever helpless against air units–as long as the air units don't come down to perish, the ground units are powerless.

Meanwhile, Lord Withered Bones was similarly leveraging powerful aerial superiority, entangling the Level 19 Bimong. Although both were Golden Life forms, the Bone Dragon, being a deceased giant dragon, if put to the test, could not overpower a Bimong that possessed its own body, even at the same level.

Furthermore, it was a Level lower.

So, although the Level 18 Bone Dragon was formidable, it dared not truly engage the Bimong in close combat, only harassing the giant beast with Dragon Breath and verbal taunts from above.

But to the Bimong at this moment, the accursed Undead's words were absolutely a million times more annoying than its Dragon Breath.

“Gah gah gah, little runt, little Bimong, peed your pants scared by Lord withered bones's Dragon Breath, did you? Hahaha, why don't you go back and ask your mommy for milk?!”

“Lord withered bones grants you the power of the mighty Dragon Language Magic! Hahaha, why hide behind houses?

Lord withered bones is deceiving you, hahaha, indeed, I am the smartest Mage in the world.

And Bimong, you are the most foolish of creatures, no wonder everyone says Bimong's brains are like pig's brains, no, pig's brains are still better than yours, no wait, you're much smarter than a pig's brains, doesn't that make you happy??”

“Little Bimong…”

This form of mental attack, a million times worse than a Magic Attack, sent the Level 19 Bimong into an utter rampage; it wanted nothing more than to tear the damned Bone Dragon to pieces!!

It swore!!

In its hands, the giant rocks were hurled skyward like from a catapult, but most of the time it was in vain.

Even if hit by the huge stones, the Bone Dragon's formidable body remained harmlessly intact.

“Oh~ my master is calling me. Lord withered bones can no longer play with you, little Bimong. You really are weak. Lord withered bones hereby ends today's battle lesson for you. I hope you'll cherish the teachings of Lord withered bones…”

After saying this, under Bimong's watchful eyes, the withered bone flew high into the thousand-blade sky and tore through space, entering a Dimension Plane.

Leaving behind the Level 19 Bimong, staring dumbfounded.

Finally, the Level 19 Bimong went mad, wildly destroying every building in sight.

Risier City, a metropolis of five hundred thousand people, was torn down to half by Lord withered bones's words alone, and the Bimong only calmed down from its rage by the next day's noon.

Since then, on the barren wastelands, one could often see a Bimong, ten blades tall, searching Dead Silence Land after Dead Silence Land for Undead to slaughter, delighting in tearing their mouths bit by bit before devouring their Soul Fires.

And rumours even said it's been seeking an Undead Giant Dragon named Lord withered bones…

Huff-huff~

Due to high-speed flight, the air emitted sharp noises, but all of it was blocked by the Dragon Scale Shield.

Andabella lay in Lide's arms, intently gazing at his handsome face.

Lide noticed the girl's peculiarity, slightly tilting his head to look into those silver eyes, with a subtly complicated expression on his face.

MMP, when was the last time a girl lay in my arms like this??

Being single really strips you of rights.

“We've already left Risier City, the Double-legged Flying Dragons can't catch up to us. Miss Andabella, we're safe…”

We're safe.

Looking into those dark eyes, Andabella truly felt an unprecedented sense of safety, reminiscent of the heroic exploits every young girl fantasizes about.

But Andabella had long passed the age of fantasy; she was the City Lord of Risier City, the Controller of the Risier family, a polymath, a descendant of the Risier Royal Family.

Since taking charge of Risier City, of five hundred thousand people, at eighteen, her responsibilities were as heavy as anyone else's.

Yet at this moment, the girl who no longer fantasized still felt ripples in her heart for the figure who emerged amidst overwhelming despair.

Outsiders always mock the cliched stories of princes and princesses, yet those involved always willingly believe.

“Izreal, thank you…”

The girl's voice was tender, with an undeniable faintness, as if it were a last request from an elderly person on the brink of leaving this world.

“But my life is nearing its end. Using the Blood Cloak has drained all my Life force…”

Andabella's silver eyes gradually dimmed.

“Perhaps, I…”

Lide's brows furrowed ever so slightly upon hearing these words, which sounded akin to a last testament. Instead of responding to Andabella's earlier statement, he broached another subject.

“How many people from Risier City managed to escape? Do you know where those advanced talents like polymaths, blacksmiths, tailors, teachers, alchemists, and pharmacists fled to?”

Andabella's dimming gaze was startled by the seemingly random query. Exhausting the last of her strength to think, she answered weakly.

“Before the Beastmen breached Risier City, we had already prepared contingency plans… After the city fell, designated soldiers escorted the nobles… and the elites of Risier City like the ones you mentioned…

They didn't head directly to Green City… There is a secret base established in the Dwarf Hills…

It was built to preserve the last vestiges of power of Risier City; with them, even if Risier falls, there is hope for rebuilding.”

Upon hearing this, Lide's eyes suddenly sparkled.

After the fall of Risier City, he had dispatched Craig to gather intelligence on the whereabouts of the city's high-ranking officials, but aside from a few who were captured or killed, most had seemingly vanished.

One could easily surmise that these nobles would never willingly perish with Risier City.

Moreover, the fleeing nobles would almost certainly take with them a host of highly skilled individuals.

That's why he had asked.

Dawn City was sorely lacking in talent; it wouldn't pass up any opportunity to grow stronger.

Gazing at Andabella, whose eyes were growing increasingly dull, Lide felt a pang of regret as he retrieved a crystal bottle the size of a thumb and ten centimeters in length from his System Space.

Intricate inscriptions decorated the crystal bottle. Looking through it, one could see a swirling scarlet liquid inside.

Upon opening the sealed cap, a faint scent of fresh blood filled the air.

Seeing Andabella's fading presence, Lide hesitated no longer and brought the crimson liquid to the girl's lips, saying with a hint of pity.

“This is blood of the Golden Life, which has a tremendous healing effect on injuries. It's meant for saving lives. Drink this, and your wounds will be alleviated…”

“This is for saving lives.”

Andabella's eyes, growing darker, momentarily brightened at those words but then dimmed again.

“No… I am about to die… there's no need to waste… such a precious treasure on me…”

Lide frowned at her refusal and, clearly displeased, propped Andabella up in his arms. He tilted her chin and poured the blood from the crystal bottle directly into her mouth.

“Enough talk.”

Andabella, lacking the strength to resist, could only watch as the domineering figure forced the incredibly precious blood into her.

Her emotions grew increasingly complicated.

As Lide watched the now-empty crystal bottle, he placed it back in the System Space with a tinge of heartache.

The blood was from Little Yisha, who had sneakily cut her own finger and forcefully squeezed out her blood upon learning of its potent restorative powers.

Due to this, the poor girl, who was never in the best of health, had to rest in bed for a week just to walk again, her face remaining pale for a month.

At the time, Lide was preoccupied with Dawn City's affairs. He only found out when Little Yisha shyly handed him the three crystal bottles, an act that deeply touched him.

He had only three bottles; they were a full expression of Yisha's sentiment.

Andabella, unable to resist, swallowed the liquid.

She then felt a warm power spreading in her abdomen.

Within a short moment, she sensed something severely depleted within her body being replenished…

Half a Sunshine Hour later, light slowly returned to Andabella's dim eyes, and when she looked at Lide again, it was as if stars were twinkling in her gaze.

As Lide circled the night sky around Risier City several times, he finally exhaled a sigh of relief, thankful that the blood of the Golden Race did indeed alleviate Andabella's condition; otherwise, he would have been at a considerable loss.

“Lord Izreal…”

“Miss Andabella…”

Both spoke at once and then smiled at each other upon meeting each other's gaze.

“Lord Izreal, you go first…”

Lide wasn't one for pleasantries, clearing his throat lightly and looking softly at the girl in his arms.

“Miss Andabella, where are the elites from Risier City now…”

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