I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 299 – Chapter 299 Chapter 301 Bone

Chapter 299: Chapter 301: Bone-Burying Plane, A Shocking Scene (6800 words) Chapter 299: Chapter 301: Bone-Burying Plane, A Shocking Scene (6800 words) P.S.: I had intended to add more to the story, but couldn't get the modifications right. I will try my best to correct it and release it by tomorrow afternoon. Rest early–good night.

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In the spatial rift, the black fog gathered more and more quickly, and in just a moment.

Zzzap~
A massive black skull emerged from the thick fog.

“Ah!!”

Everyone was startled, and Stanley's magic nearly slipped from his grasp.

But with a wave of his hand, Lide stopped them, and moments later, the black skull shook violently, then the fog clinging to it dissipated, revealing a white, gargantuan skull.

It was the recently vanished Lord Withered Bones.

At this moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, feeling for the first time that even the skull of a Bone Dragon could be so endearing.

But as they collected themselves, their faces filled with anger–this damn Undead! It nearly scared them to death.

Had they been stronger than Lord Withered Bones, they all would have taught it what the iron fist of justice truly meant.

Lide looked at the massive skull with its Soul Fire blazing and said irritably, “What did you find in there?”

“Gah gah gah~ Such a rich Aura of Death inside, master, so comfortable. This must be the God of the Undead's blessing~
The Light Attribute energy has dissipated so much; now I can breathe freely in there. What a delightful surprise…”

Lide's face drew in lines of frustration, “Stick to the point.”

“Great master, it's safe inside. I've just stabilized the spatial rift; it won't collapse for three days.

Gah gah gah~ The great Lord Withered Bones is a powerful Dragon of Destruction!”

Hearing that strange, sharp laughter, Lide instantly felt at ease.

He took the lead and stepped towards the rift shrouded in black fog.

Whoo-whoo~
As he entered the rift, the Death Aura, as if alive, tightly enveloped Lide.

The highly corrosive fog, sensing the intrusion of life, furiously burrowed into Lide's body, as if seeking to transform him into an Undead.

However, the Power of Crimson emanating from Lide's body effectively blocked this corrosive energy.

Thinking of something, Lide stepped back out and turned to the two adventurers, covering each with a Dragon Scale Shield with a thought.

They were key figures in the search for the Magic Scroll Making Skill–they couldn't be harmed.

After the spell, Lide turned back and continued into the fog.

Crunch~
His boots crunched down on the hard ground with a startling noise. The stench of decay was still enough to wrinkle one's nose, and the black fog restricted his vision to less than three blades' length, scarcely different from blindness.

After about twenty steps, the light in front of him suddenly brightened, and he emerged from the range of the black fog.

But in the blink of an eye, Lide's figure came to a halt, his eyes flashing with shock.

Before him was an indescribably evil sight, chilling to the bone and unlike anything he had ever seen.

Gloomy storm clouds swathed the sky. The black clouds, as if mountains collapsing, seemed to press down to the ground, imparting a sense of oppressive heaviness.

The scene beneath this cloud-shrouded sky was even more astounding.

Skeletons.

Skeletons left from decomposed corpses.

A boundless expanse of white, with no end in sight, the number of skeletons innumerable.

Endless.

The stark white bones under the dim light resembled the Land of Extreme Evil, a den of corruption where Evil Gods and Demons feasted on corpses.

Complete skulls, long ribs, sharp teeth, skeletons of hands with fingers spread…

Everything brimmed with a horror that quickened the heartbeat with its darkness.

This soul-stirring land of utter evil defied description with any profane words in their horror.

Above these skeletons, the thick Power of Death seemed to almost materialize; an ordinary person in this environment would likely be turned into Undead Life in under three minutes.

But amidst such a place, unbelievably mixed were traces of Holy Light, like fireflies in the night–insignificant at first, yet captivating enough to draw the eye.

Lide took a deep breath of the air, ripe with decay, and looked up toward the distance. At the horizon's edge lay seven or eight Bone Mountains, piled high with countless skeletons.

Skulls, ribs, hand bones, thigh bones, and even the bones of unknown animals, all spread across this sinister and terrifying Land of Bone-Burying.

Lide looked down at the ground beneath his feet, speechless.

What he had thought was hard, dry land was actually a surface of white bones.

The hard 'earth' he had trodden upon was merely an unknown bone.

Lide couldn't imagine the sheer number of lives that must have been sacrificed to create such an exaggerated scene.

Step, step~
Moments later, Stanley and Grot, along with the two adventurers and the Vampire, appeared behind him.

“Hiss~”
The sound of a gasp echoed.

Clearly, the sight had stunned everyone.

This whole realm filled with white bones, only the legendary Undead Plane could rival it.

But the Undead Plane was a realm established at the dawn of creation, unseen on the Main Plane.

No wonder the 18th-level Undead Bone Dragon called it the Land where Gods fall.

Such an evil place, on par with the Abyss–it seemed not so surprising that divine beings could fall here.

“Your Majesty, could this be a corner of the Undead Plane? Did we directly come to this legendary Undead Plane through a space rift?” Grot was filled with profound shock.

Lide shook his head. “No, this is not the Undead Plane. The Undead Plane, like the abyss, is repelled by the Main Plane. It's absolutely impossible to enter the Undead Plane this easily and effortlessly.”

After saying that, he turned to look at two adventurers who were barely unaffected by the Power of Death thanks to the Dragon Scale Shields they carried.

“Where did you originally find the Magic Scroll Making Skill?”

Markli, still shaken by the scene, hurriedly turned his head to look around. After a moment, a flicker of excitement passed through his eyes as he pointed to a small mound of corpses not far away.

“It was there. We only had time to search hastily before our physical condition severely declined and we had to retreat.”

Lide nodded slightly. “Let's go and search again.”

He had come to this land of Divine downfall with two main objectives.

The first was to find Advanced Magic Scroll Making Skill, and the other was to look for the Death Flower.

Lide certainly wouldn't forget the severe injuries Stanley had suffered, his cheap teacher had treated him well.

Having said that, Lide turned to look at Marse and the four Vampires behind him, his brows slightly furrowed.

What should he do with these Vampires?

He didn't know if the Power of Faith would work on Vampires, but he dared not use it wantonly in this kind of environment, for each use of the Power of Faith would cause a great disturbance.

If this Plane, full of Death Aura, really had an Angel, using the Power of Faith to transform Marse would undoubtedly alarm the other party.

Thus, these Vampires had become something of a burden.

It was a pity to kill them, after all, they were the first group of Vampires he had seen outside the Holy Light Bloodline, and he had many experiments he wanted to conduct on them.

Taking them along wasn't suitable either; these Vampires weren't easy to deal with and could stab him in the back at any moment.

After thinking it over, Lide took out five long Magic Prohibition Chains from the System Space.

“Stanley, bind these Vampires and find somewhere to bury them. When we leave, we'll take them with us.”

Upon hearing this, Marse's face changed drastically. “Kachar Clan Chief, I can lead the way for you, I know the details about that Angel, please believe me.”

Lide ignored the pleas of the level 16 Vampire and directly ordered Stanley to act.

Stanley, utilizing Mage's Hand, bound the Vampire.

Then, without giving the others a chance to continue speaking, he immediately dug a hole and buried Marse, leaving only a few air holes above his head.

The remaining four Bloodline members were treated in the same manner; within minutes they were all underground.

“WITHERED BONES, leave a spatial coordinate here in case we get lost.

Stanley, release two of your bats at the space gate, one in the Bone-Burying Plane and the other in the Main Plane.”

“Yes, Master.”

“As you command, Your Majesty.”

After making the arrangements, Lide did not hesitate to lead the group to begin their true exploration of the world known to Withered Bones as the Divine downfall.

Naturally, the first destination was the skeleton mound where the adventurers had found the Magic Scroll Manufacturing Skill.

The distance was not far, and Lide led the group on foot.

Along the way, they walked on bones, with the crunching and cackling sounds beneath their feet.

Lide even suspected that this Plane had no land, just bones.

Creeeak~ Rustle rustle~
Some bones were hollow and stacked so that stepping on them would cause one to collapse, traps of this sort were everywhere.

These bones were also completely different; some belonged to humans clad in decaying armor, some to Dwarves, others to humanoid lifeforms that were unrecognizable.

But the majority were the massive skeletons of Demon Beasts.

As Lide went deeper into the Bone-Burying Land, his initial impression of the Undead Plane quietly changed to that of an Ancient Battlefield that must have seen unimaginable ferocity.

For he encountered dozens of remains of races he did not recognize along the way.

Sadly, most of the treasures they carried–swords, armor, pelts, tusks–had decayed over time and lost their potency.

The damaged bags found by the two adventurers were among the most intact items here.

In the cold Death Power and the twisted ambiance, they arrived at the skeleton mound.

When they got closer, Lide was visibly shaken.

This was not merely a mound made of bones; it was the remains of a lifeform.

The remains were two hundred blades long, thirty blades tall, with each rib bone three times thicker than the average human. Most of the bones had become fragile and cracked with age, no longer holding the strength they once had.

Most of its body had vanished; what lay before them was just the trunk of the body, not even the head remained.

But even just this half body was more colossal than mountains, and Lide, standing before these remains, was as minuscule as an ant.

Even the level 18 Withered Bones, a wing-spanning 18-blade Undead Bone Dragon, seemed insignificant at this moment.

“WITHETRED BONES, what exactly happened in that battle?

Was it merely a siege of Undead against a Twelve-winged Blazing Angel?”

Lide looked up at the massive skeleton and fell silent for a long time.

Beings of such caliber were at least of Legendary strength, yet a Legendary could not even leave a head behind in such a battlefield–what kind of existence must its adversary have been?

The large head of Withered Bones shook, and the Soul Power flickered dimly.

“Master, I had just fallen asleep in the glory that filled the skies before the battle truly began, so I have no knowledge of more details…”

Lide turned and deeply gazed at the level 18 Bone Dragon without saying more.

“Let's search the area for other Magic Scroll Making Skills first. Markli, where in this area did you find it last time?”

“My lord, it was on the upper part of this skeleton, but exactly where I have forgotten, as I was too panicked at the time.”

“Stanley, Grot, let's search together.”

The importance of the Magic Scroll Making Skill went without saying, and one could never have too many treasures of such caliber.

Subsequently, Lide let Castro, who was perched on his shoulder, grow larger to join in the scavenging of the ground.

Swish swish~
Clang clang~
This silent land where Divine beings had fallen, this Bone-Burying Plane that had seen countless years, was now for the first time confronted by lives brazen enough to rummage through it.

But perhaps luck was not on their side that day.

After searching for a full ten Sunshine Hours, Lide still hadn't found anything.

Skeletons, skeletons, and more skeletons.

It seemed there was nothing here but bones.

All was but withered bone.

“Sir, nothing, we haven't found anything.

We've searched everywhere here, perhaps there's only one of its kind…”

Two more Sunshine Hours later, a somewhat frightened Markli came to Lide, muster-up courage to speak.

It was sheer luck that he had obtained the Magic Scroll Making Skill; it wasn't through earnest searching, so he couldn't be certain there was a second copy.

After speaking, Markli carefully gauged Lide's reaction, fearing this big boss might kill him in a fit of anger.

Lide looked at Markli's expression and shook his head; whether these adventurers lived or died was of no importance to him.

Since it was inconsequential, he had no intention of breaking the promise he had made.

“Since you've found this place, whether you find anything or not doesn't matter much to you.

Take the food and water I gave you and leave.

Just don't do something stupid like trying to unlock those vampire chains; they'd suck your blood dry first.”

Markli hadn't expected Lide to actually keep his promise, and his face showed deep gratitude.

“Thank you for your generosity, sir.”

Lide waved his hand dismissively, no longer paying them mind, and turned his gaze to the depths beyond. Since he hadn't found new Magic Scroll Manufacturing Skill, he needed to speed up his exploration.

If adventurers could get in, and vampires could find a passage, it showed that the appearance of a spatial rift wasn't accidental, and surely there was more than one way into the Bone-Burying Plane.

In fact, he could now boldly assume that others had entered this plane for exploration before him.

The clean-up of the Death Cemetery had gone on for over half a year, with hundreds of thousands of professionals coming and going; could there really not have been even one who stumbled in by chance?

He didn't believe it.

After the two adventurers left the area, Lide, as if having remembered something, took out the severely damaged leather bag that he had subconsciously stowed away from the System Space and tossed it to Lord Withered Bones.

“Lord Withered Bones, take a sniff of the scent on it, see if there's anything similar around.”

Lord Withered Bones seemed a bit stunned, but seeing Lide's serious expression, he dared not refuse and took it with Mage's Hand. His hollow nostrils sniffed at the leather bag.

Moments later, the Bone Dragon's tail, as firm as a steel whip, excitedly thrashed about, then it trotted toward the massive skeleton on its stout limbs.

Lide looked at this scene, his eyes filled with puzzlement.

Why does this guy's behavior look so much like… a goofy and excited dog?

BOOM~
Lord Withered Bones unleashed immense power, directly collapsing the huge skeleton.

A giant gust swept across the Bone-Burying Plain, kicking up a storm of bone dust.

Lide frowned at this stunt, thinking, What on earth is this fool doing?

He released his Dragon Scale Shield to block the bone dust that obscured his vision.

Thick dust blanketed the air, taking several minutes to dissipate.

By then, Lord Withered Bones excitedly presented a small, black bag to him – surprisingly tiny compared to its massive size.

Lide immediately recognized that this black leather bag was identical to the one given to Lord Withered Bones.

Only this newly found one was even more severely damaged.

A hint of excitement shone in Lide's eyes.

He had initially forgotten that Lord Withered Bones had a nose better than a dog's, and he couldn't help feeling foolish for wasting any time.

“Master, I've smelled the same scent…”

Seeking approval, Lord Withered Bones placed the bag before Lide, wagging its giant tail hard – a tail harder than steel that made whooshing noises as it moved, potentially snapping bones with an accidental strike to the ground.

Seeing this, the corner of Lide's mouth twitched.

You are a dragon, aren't you? Why do your actions more and more resemble a goofy and excited dog? Can't you use Mage's Hand instead of your mouth?

But he didn't bother to quibble with the skeletal brain's surprising thought process; he reached out, picked up the bag, and, with a hint of expectation, opened it.

CRACK~
He was too forceful; the rotten leather bag simply fell apart.

Then from inside it burst forth a slew of paper documents, but to Lide's frustration, upon contact with the air, the papers suddenly —
Like melting snow, turned to ash the moment they touched the breeze.

Damn it!!

In this world, too, things oxidize??

Lide's heart ached from the loss.

But amidst his despair, a sliver of hope emerged – a few papers that were wrapped in the center fell directly to the ground.

What's this??

Lide's eyes sparked with surprise.

He quickly picked them up.

Dark Storm Manufacturing Skill
Quality: Four Circle, Dark Type
Explanation: A complete Four Circle Magic Scroll Making Skill that summons a corrosive Dark Storm, dealing heavy damage to enemies.

Undead Summoning Scroll Manufacturing Skill
Quality: Four Circle, Undead
Introduction: The scroll can summon a level 15 undead life, which will only exist for three minutes.

Two Advanced Magic Scroll Making Skills??

Lide was instantly filled with surprise.

That was really something.

But at the same time, his heart was also filled with immense sorrow–just how many good items had turned to ash, and were there any Five Circle Magic items among them??

This was just messed up.

Feeling both delighted and pained, Lide's expression at this moment was extraordinarily vivid.

But just as he had finished sorting out the two Magic Scroll Making Skills.

Boom, rumble, rumble~
A violent explosion noise came from the depths of the Bone-Burying Plain.

Lide suddenly turned his head; at the end of his sight, a colossal apparition appeared.

With twelve wings on its back, clad in white battle armor, wearing a helmet that showed only its eyes, and within its blue eyes flickered Holy Light, it held a battle sword engraved with delicate patterns with both hands.

“An angel??!”

There really was an angel!!

A hint of surprise appeared in Lide's eyes.

Such a strong magic fluctuation, especially that Holy Power, was just too exaggerated.

In the environment filled with the Power of Death, the apparition of the angel in the far distance was like a bright moon in the dark, visible even from a hundred miles away with ease.

Without any hesitation, Lide reached out to place the two Magic Scroll Making Skills into the System Space and mounted the Withered Bone to take flight, with Stanley and Glott following on Castro.

During the flight, Lide distinctly felt that the Light Power in the air had become more active due to the fleeting apparition of the angel in the distance.

Even the originally dim Plane seemed visibly brighter to the naked eye at this moment.

“There's really an angel!”

Right now, Lide wasn't panicking at all but instead displayed a touch of excitement.

Even though the angel's presence was very powerful, he didn't feel a sense of invincibility from it.

The fleeting apparition appeared to be all show and no substance, and even the immense Light Power couldn't conceal the feeling of weakness.

“With such an explosive burst of Magic Energy just now, it must have encountered a powerful enemy. Withered Bone, speed up, we must reach the battlefield immediately.”

The first target, the Magic Scroll Making Skill, was already in hand, and with such a great opportunity presenting itself, not taking a closer look would be completely against his style.

Whoosh, whoosh~
The Withered Bone's wings flapped furiously, and its massive body, with an 18-blade wingspan, hurtled through the sky hundreds of blades high.

At this moment, the chatterbox restored its nature, and upon hearing Lide's urging, it excitedly started to squawk.

“Cackle cackle cackle~ The great Lord Withered Bones is coming, wretched Holy Angel, prepare to be trampled by the great Lord Withered Bones.

Lord Withered Bones will show you what true power is!”

“I, the Tusk of Dawn City — the Dragon of Destruction, will bestow upon you the eternal obliteration on behalf of Dawn City…”

The piercing voice traveled far across the desolate Bone-Burying Plain, and in the end, turned into a shriek with the wind, sounding as if a demon were howling, adding a touch of terror to this sacred burial site of the fallen Divine.

Flying at a predetermined speed, Withered Bones abruptly came to a halt after twenty minutes.

“Master… we have arrived…”

At this moment, Lide actually heard a rare hint of fear in Withered Bones' tone, he stood up from the back of the Bone Dragon and his gaze jumped to the distant horizon.

Instantly, the scene before Lide made his eyes widen in shock.

Beyond the edge of the blades lay a neat expanse of white bone ground, all laid out with the leg bones of some race of beings, so seamlessly joined that there were few signs of discrepancy.

The forest of bones under the dim light was laden with an unnerving aura, enough to make the legs of any ordinary person go weak.

The circular white bone ground stretched a diameter of a thousand blades, but even more astonishing was the fifty-blade-tall, twelve-layered giant White Bone Altar at its center.

The altar was built from corpses — hand bones, skulls, teeth, ribs, all were a part of the sacrificial structure.

The dense Power of Death emanating from around the altar could instantaneously kill an ordinary person, then directly transform them into an Undead.

The White Bone Altar's tiers diminished in size from the bottom up, like a large disc stacked upon by a smaller disc, erected in a sequence of twelve layers.

Every twisted skeleton acted as the altar's foundation, each inch exuding a suffocating and gloomy chill that sent shivers down one's spine.

Atop the highest circular platform of the altar, a small altar assembled entirely from skulls held aloft a fist-sized black stone, radiating an ancient aura.

It seemed as if it was an incomparably precious treasure.

Yet, what really caught one's attention was the snow-white feather floating above the black stone of the altar.

That feather emitted a dazzling Holy Light, that, even amidst the surging Power of Death on the White Bone Altar, could not be suppressed.

It was as if it was the Creation Sword from the hands of the Creator God, capable of annihilating all heresy and evil.

What alarmed Lide even more was that on top of the twelve-layered White Bone Altar, there were groups of mysterious figures in black cloaks, performing Sealing with magic.

On the very top layer were three individuals; with each layer below, there would be three more:
Three on the twelfth, six on the eleventh, nine on the tenth… thirty-six on the first.

Below the White Bone Altar, there were even more than two to three hundred black-robed individuals kneeling in prayer.

They all chanted in the tongue of Extreme Evil — the Undead Profanity, the Profanity of the Abyss, and the Hell Profanity are collectively known as the three Great Profanities.

This was the language of blasphemous Extreme Evil; ordinary humans would lose their sanity upon hearing it and turn into fiercely murderous beings. Chanting of the Great Profanities on the Main Plane was a crime punishable by hanging.

These entities cloaked in black continued to do what outsiders could not comprehend in an environment where no living creature should persist.

They were connecting the surging Magic Power within their bodies through some sinister magic.

The Magic Power started from the first layer, transferring up layer by layer to the three mysterious individuals on the top, who each held a stone identical to the one on the altar but in miniature form.

They seemed to use this as a medium to transmit energy to the ancient and mysteriously glowing black stone of fists size on the altar, countering the Holy Feather.

Conversely, the bright Holy Feather appeared to exist solely to restrain the mysterious black stone.

The entire place was filled with an eerie and unpredictable atmosphere.

Chapter end