I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 298

Chapter 298: Chapter 300: Exploring the Sinister and Terrifying Land (6000 words) Transitional Chapter Chapter 298: Chapter 300: Exploring the Sinister and Terrifying Land (6000 words) Transitional Chapter “What did you encounter under the Dark Sky, and why are there signs of battle on you?”

Marse's weak voice trembled.

“We met an angel inside…”

Met an angel??

This shocked Lide.

How could this be possible? Hadn't that angel disappeared long ago?!!

It had vanished during the era of the Withered Bone attribute, thousands of years ago; had that angel returned now?

Lide took a deep breath, this news was critical, if it were true, then their current plans needed immediate revision.

“Where did you encounter the angel? In the Death Cemetery or some other Dimension Plane?”

Marse spoke faintly, fear unhideable in this Level 16 Vampire's eyes.

“We encountered a temporary spatial rift that emitted a very peculiar Power of Death.

In search of high-level Magic Materials, we crossed through the spatial rift to another plane, but… it wasn't long before we faced an angel with twelve wings.

My clan members were mostly slaughtered the moment we encountered the angel.

Had I not retreated swiftly, I would have also become a soul under that angel's longsword.”

Lide's heart jolted.

Was that Twelve-winged Blazing Angel really still alive?!!

He sharply turned to look at the Withered Bone, his tone stern.

“Withered Bone, is that Twelve-winged Blazing Angel still alive?”

If it truly still lived, then this exploration was likely doomed from the start.

That was a Divine Monster, weak though it may be, not even a city like Dawn City, lacking even the Transcendent, could contend with it.

Moreover, angels were among the most powerful combatants in the Light God System, always leading the charge even in divine wars.

“Master, that's impossible.”

Withered Bone shook its massive head, causing the temperature in the air to drop suddenly.

“The Twelve-winged Blazing Angel has long disappeared, and from the aura of the fallen divine location, I fear this angel has been submerged by the Undead.

It might have long turned into a pile of bones.

So many eons have passed, it's impossible for a light being to have survived inside.”

After pausing for a moment, he added, “Even if there was one, it would be extremely weak, incapable of possessing invincible combat power.

The fact that these vampires could escape from there is the best proof.”

Listen to Withered Bone, Lide fell into deep thought.

Although many of Marse's vampires, everyone below Level 15, had been killed, there was reason in Withered Bone's words.

If it were a fully intact Divine Monster, not just these few vampires, even ten or a hundred times their number could not withstand a massacre by a Twelve-winged Blazing Angel.

That had to be a being of at least Level 30, legendary beings paled in comparison in presence of such a creature.

With this key point in mind, Lide felt relieved and made his decision without hesitation.

“Stanley, take them all inside.”

Weakness and retreat were never part of his character.

Risk and reward were always intertwined, lacking even this courage, he could never have led Dawn City to its current heights.

The two guiding adventurers, Markli and that Level 5 Spellcaster, were trembling and speechless at the scene.

A Twelve-winged Blazing Angel had emerged.

What kind of beings had they provoked?

Regret entwined their hearts, as they now tasted the consequences of their greed.

The weak never had the power to choose.

It was so for these two adventurers, and so it was for the five Bloodline members of the Sari Clan forcibly taken into the Death Cemetery by Lide at this moment.

Marse, the Clan Leader of the Sari, had lost all his combat ability and could only let Lide dictate his fate.

Of course, Lide had no extra reaction to this, he was not one of the benevolent.

Whoosh~
As the Withered Bone, with 18 blade-like wings, flapped its wings, moving from the moonlit silvery land into the black curtain of the Dark Sky, the light in the sky dimmed instantly.

Even Lide's Dark Vision could not see beyond a thousand blades distance at this moment.

It seemed as though the entire world had been draped with a black veil.

Lide sat on Withered Bone's back, steering this Level 18 Bone Dragon.

After entering the Dark Sky, feeling something, he turned his head to look back.

Through the dark sky, one could faintly see the moonlit land outside, but witnessing this scene under the dark sky felt somewhat dreamlike.

Just a step away, yet worlds apart, outside was a place of light, but unfortunately, his destination was the bottomless abyss.

“Markli, lead the way.

Everyone, prepare for battle. This is the Death Cemetery, hiding Divine Monsters. Do not take it lightly!”

Lide's chilly tone immediately made the whole team focus and heighten their alertness to the extreme.

No one dared to be negligent about anything here.

After entering the Death Cemetery, under the guidance of two adventurers, they arrived at their first destination.

A spacious abandoned camp.

This place had once been a gathering spot for professionals from various guilds in Green City, where a large number of professionals set out to clear the cursed undead throughout the Death Cemetery.

However, when Green City suddenly ordered the withdrawal of all professionals a month ago, this place was completely abandoned.

Markli's squad had also entered this Divine's fallen land during that operation.

Upon arriving at the camp, there wasn't much rest, as Markli was busy with his spellcaster brother, trying to make sense of a roughly prepared map.

Lide didn't directly ask Marse, who had just escaped from the Death Cemetery, to guide them.

He couldn't trust this freshly subdued vampire, and it would be foolish to alter his original plan immediately based on a few words from a captive and follow their lead in such a peril-ridden land of Death.

Thus, the information from Marse was only used as a reference, relying more on himself and the two lower-leveled adventurers who were easier to control.

In such a dangerous place, he needed to maintain enough initiative.

Within the Dark Sky, the light was dim, and the two adventurers couldn't see far. After coming out of the abandoned camp, it was only when Withered Bone cast two rare spells to enhance their Dark Vision that the adventurers' exploration got back on track.

Vast, silent.

That was the most direct impression the Death Cemetery gave to Lide, flying low over the land, looking downward.

The grass and trees on the ground had all turned into dry, yellow, withered dead things due to the aura of death. The ground was cracked and hard, no longer able to sustain any life, like the scorched earth of purgatory.

Adding to the horror of the environment were those corpses that were either shriveled or grotesque, or rotting and stinking, lying openly or hidden in dark places.

Apart from some skeletons, those undead that had been eradicated included zombies, ghouls, and even some corpses of professionals killed by the undead, scattered more or less across this land.

Although most had been burned, some dark corners still harbored pale, swollen hands and broken limbs.

All these horrors indicated how cruel encounters had once been in this land.

Where the undead passed, no life persisted.

The intensely rich Power of Death in the air even made Lide, a creature of Dark Life, frown.

This Power of Death, which could directly transform corpses into undead, was constantly eroding him.

Although the dense Power of Death could not affect him significantly for a short period due to his strong power, staying in this environment for a long time would inevitably erode him greatly.

Everyone furrowed their brows and held their breath, except for Withered Bone, a pure Undead Life.

This gigantic beast's soul was especially vibrant with a ghostly blue color at this moment.

Its body's aura was rising step by step, the infinite Power of Death making Withered Bone thrive like a fish in water.

This was indeed the final resting place that Undead Life yearned for.

With the landmarks guided by the two adventurers, the group moved forward.

The range of the Death Cemetery far exceeded Lide's estimation.

It took five Sunshine Hours, and the two adventurers had not yet found the space rift they had marked previously.

However, the only good news was that the evil life he feared might be lurking, or the angel who violently killed the Sari Clan, showed no signs of presence.

This place seemed more like a land of Dead Silence, with no plants, no streams, no undead, nothing at all.

Just when Lide's resolute heart was becoming impatient, he finally heard the best news since entering the Death Cemetery.

“Sir, it's this small valley, the space rift is hidden inside!!”

Hearing Markli's loud shout, Lide immediately perked up, looking down from the sky.

It was a low valley, surrounded by small hills not more than ten blades high and about thirty blades wide.

In the center of the valley was a tree big enough to require five or six people to embrace, but by now, the tree had long since withered and died, its trunk hollowed out in the center, as if eroded.

Seeing the destination, Lide's mood lifted slightly, as the eerie feeling from flying in the solitary environment was indeed hard to describe.

The group immediately descended.

When Lide stood at the mouth of the valley, he squinted his eyes.

He sensed something different in the air.

The undead aura here was intermixed with traces of Light Energy, although minimal, but not enough to escape Lide's keen perception.

Withered Bone seemed to have also noticed that strange energy and immediately shouted.

“Master, that energy is from the land where the Divine fell. Death mingled with Light, so unique, I will never forget it in my lifetime.”

At last, he had found it.

Lide let out a slight sigh of relief. Searching for an inconspicuous location amidst such darkness, caused by some negative energy, and in an environment that was desolate and filled with danger and the constant assault of the scent of the undead, was particularly uncomfortable.

With a slight wave of his hand, Lide instructed two adventurers to enter the valley first, and only after confirming there was no danger did he himself step up to the curious, withered, large tree.

Standing on the dry, cracked earth, Lide furrowed his brows.

The tree in front of him was twenty blades tall, standing even higher than the small valley on either side.

Its bark was a dry, hard grey-black, filled with wrinkles. A large piece of bark had already fallen off in front and lay on the ground, revealing a hollow tree heart big enough to easily accommodate three or four adults.

But that was not the key issue. Although there were faint traces of light energy around the tree, the spatial rift, just as the Heart-eating Demon Wales had said, had already closed.

Now, although they had found the route they had originally used, the door was already locked.

“Sir, this is the place. We entered through the spatial rift here originally.”

Seeing Lide's frowning expression, Markli immediately panicked and hastily explained, “Some spatial rifts are permanent, but some appear temporarily due to unstable spatial forces and disappear once the spatial forces stabilizes…”

Lide waved his hand at this, “Don't be nervous, you didn't deceive me.”

After saying this, he turned to look at the Withered Bone standing in the valley, which made the valley look petite by comparison, and transferred two bags that had been taken out from Sorins City by Mage's Hand to the Withered Bone.

“Withered Bone, can you use the scent from this bag to locate another space?”

Among all those present, only Withered Bone was proficient in space magic. If this level 18 Bone Dragon was at a loss, then he would have to resort to his second option–Marse.

However, the risk of this choice was far greater than entering from here.

These vampires had been directly struck by angels, so entering through Marse might mean facing that angel of unknown power.

He couldn't judge the angel's combat abilities based solely on Marse's word.

Although both he and Withered Bone deduced that even if the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel survived, its strength would be extremely weakened, he was not inclined to entrust his fate to elusive luck without confirmation.

Most importantly, entering through the spatial rift the adventurers had used would allow him to search for the Magic Scroll Making Skill he had been constantly longing for.

Entering through another passage would likely mean missing that location.

Thus, Marse was merely a backup plan, to be used if all else failed.

Withered Bone also used Mage's Hand to take the severely damaged bag, then placed it on the hollow of its nose and sniffed.

The once formidable figure performing this action inexplicably made Lide feel a sense of dissonance.

Ha…

After sniffing, the giant skull of Withered Bone slightly bowed down, and its hollow eyes stared at the withered big tree, looking it up and down a few times before shaking its head somewhat disappointedly.

“Master, this severely damaged bag has been away from the Divine Fall Land for too long, its power has already dispersed, and the scent is too faint. I cannot use it to perform spatial location.”

Lide raised his eyebrows slightly, the words of Withered Bone weighing heavy on his heart.

If the first step had already failed, then all subsequent plans would need to be immediately revised.

After a silent moment, Lide seemed to remember something and suddenly turned around to look at a few vampires being guarded by Stanley and Groot.

“Do you have anything on you that was brought from the plane where that angel exists?”

Marse, sensing Lide's determined gaze devoid of any hint of retreat, sighed deeply.

Although he did not know what dangerous object from that extremely perilous plane could catch the eye of this powerful vampire, he was now forcibly pulled into this venture.

Whether this vampire could escape the angel's pursuit if threatened, he did not know, but with his current severe injuries, escaping was absolutely impossible.

Weighing the pros and cons for a moment, Marse clenched his teeth and took off a ring set with a brilliant blue sapphire from his own finger.

“This ring was brought from that plane, and the lingering aura on it might help you locate that world.”

After saying this, Marse spoke to Lide with a voice that had regained some of its strength,
“Kachar Clan Chief, the Sari Clan has no conflict with you. After you get what you want, could you let us go?”

“It depends on your performance in the coming days.”

Lide did not directly reply to Marse. He took the blue ring, his curiosity piqued by the pained expression on the other's face.

He opened the attribute panel.

Blue Heart
Quality: Transcendent
Skill: Magic Condensation (passive) – recovers 40 points of magic power per second while wearing the ring.

Description: This was originally a Legendary Level ring, but due to the passage of time, it has lost its legendary power.

The ring's attributes were very simple, featuring only one passive skill–Magic Condensation. However, in Lide's view, its value was much higher than ordinary transcendental equipment.

Because wearing the ring increased the recovery of magic power by 40 points per second.

The two Divine Artifact fragments Lide wore only added 30 points of magic power recovery per second, and although those Divine Fragments had powerful skills not comparable, this was astonishing enough.

Lide gave Marse a deep look, no wonder the man was so pained.

This was indeed excellent equipment for a mage, and not necessarily inferior to legendary equipment.

But because of Marse's actions, he now regarded this Level 16 vampire more favorably, acknowledging his wisdom in judging the situation.

If Marse had kept the ring hidden and Lide was unable to enter through this space rift, he would have likely had to risk escaping from the position of this Level 16 vampire.

If he encountered that angel again, Lide didn't know if he would be in danger, but this Level 16 vampire would definitely not escape.

He certainly wouldn't protect a captive during battle.

Thus, Marse's seemingly cowardly actions were actually just for self-preservation.

This act of desperate courage reminded Lide of those short-sighted individuals who even at the brink of death wouldn't let go of a gold brick, and he admired Marse a bit more for it.

“Withered Bone, try this.”

Without further ado, Lide handed the extraordinary-level ring to Withered Bone.

The huge skull of Withered Bone turned and Mage's Hand brought the ring next to its hollow nostrils to sniff. Moments later, its damaged Dragon Wings flapped vigorously, whoosh~
A raging hurricane erupted in the narrow valley, covering the sky with dust, and fierce airwaves pounded relentlessly on Lide's Dragon Scale Shield.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, Withered Bone's massive body charged straight toward the decaying tree.

Just when Lide thought Withered Bone would crash directly into the tree.

Crack~
The sound of shattering glass echoed.

Around the tree, the space was filled with dense, spiderweb-like cracks, and then whoosh~
A cold, mournful wind blew out from the shattered space, and the Power of Death in that moment intensified more than tenfold.

It was like the chilling stench of opening a tomb, pervading the entire valley, making one nauseous.

Due to the spread of the Power of Death, their body surface temperatures rapidly dropped, and the two human adventurers would have turned into undead within three minutes had Lide not cast a spell in time.

But even more shocking was that amidst this dense Power of Death, there was also an indescribable power of light mixed in.

Though its presence was miniscule compared to the dense, mercury-like Power of Death, this bizarre sight was still startling.

No one knew why these originally incompatible powers were now tightly connected.

At this point, everyone knew that they had finally found the entrance.

“Found it?”

A hint of surprise appeared in Lide's eyes.

But Withered Bone had no time to respond, as the Bone Dragon, with a wingspan of 18 blades, entered another plane through the broken space.

This shattered space rift had turned dark and gloomy, like the gaping maw of an Abyssal Giant Beast, ready to swallow everything in the next second.

This peculiar scene caused Lide to doubt anything within the space rift, where only black mist swirled.

No one would recklessly move forward at this moment.

The atmosphere inexplicably fell silent, leaving only the humming sound of the death wind from the broken plane in one's ears.

But Withered Bone, which had entered the space rift, seemed to have vanished, remaining silent for a long time.

Lide slightly raised his eyebrows.

The current Withered Bone had not yet been transformed by the Power of Faith and was merely marked by his spiritual imprint. Although he could control its life and death, if this undead life with its bizarre thought processes didn't care, it could definitely escape.

Despite some worries, Lide did not hurry. Instead, he calmly watched the space emitting the Power of Death.

Having gone through so much training, his mindset and willpower had already become as strong as iron.

One minute, two minutes… until it felt as though a century had passed.

The black fog behind the broken space began to churn.

Suddenly, it formed into a massive black vortex, as if brewing some terrifyingly fearsome life form.

The sky dimmed, and the surrounding atmosphere held only deathly stillness and silence.

A dry wind howled, sounding like the screams of ghosts.

The air was filled with an indescribable scent of decay, like the smell of a house unopened for decades when the doors are finally flung open.

Their skin, blasted by the cold mountain wind carrying the Power of Death, trembled with chill.

At this moment, the black vortex grew even larger, darkening even the surrounding light.

Grotto raised his longsword, his crimson eyes filled with combat fervor. Meanwhile, Stanley began frantically gathering Magic Power in his hands.

The two adventurers standing behind them were almost scared to pee, their legs going weak as they watched this demonic-like scene unfold.

Marse, the Level 16 vampire, unconsciously swallowed his saliva, a mix of nervousness and panic flashing through his blood-red eyes.

The concentration of black fog accelerated, and just as everyone held their breath.

Crack~
A huge black skull emerged from the thick mist.

“Ah!!”

Chapter end