I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Chapter 339: The Divine Not Dead, The Ancient Blasphemous Language (10,000-Word Mega Chapter) Chapter 337: Chapter 339: The Divine Not Dead, The Ancient Blasphemous Language (10,000-Word Mega Chapter) Clang~ Clang~
Bare-chested beastmen wielding massive hammers slammed down onto the huge rocks on the ground, creating sparks that flew in all directions.

Two cooperating laborers immediately stepped forward to move the shattered rocks, one of them paused for a moment, wanting to catch his breath.

The beastman foreman, filled with fury, saw this and swung his whip, whoosh~ the sound of it cutting through the air, snap~ it struck directly onto the back of the resting beastman laborer, adding a new bloody mark to his bare back.

Looking up, the back of the beastman laborer was now streaked with blood, densely packed scars resembling the dry, decayed soil of hell, chilling to behold; no one could imagine the extent of pain he had endured.

The beastman laborer's wails did not evoke any pity.

“Damn rebel slaves!!! If you delay the orders of Prince, I will use an iron whip forged from steel to harshly lash your backs!!”

The foreman, bearing large tusks, roared across the excavation site.

Elevating the viewpoint to the sky, looking down from above, one could clearly see that this area, sprawling thousands of spans, densely packed with over 50,000 beastman laborers.

These laborers, clad only in animal hide skirts, wielded pointed hoes and huge rock-breaking hammers along with various other rock excavation tools.

It seemed they were trying to pierce through the earth itself.

Clang~
Clang~
This piece of land had sunken nearly a thousand spans down compared to the surrounding ground, but it seemed the excavation would never cease.

No one knew when they would stop.

These laborers, captured from tribes across the barren wasteland by the army, functioned like sleepless machines, ceaselessly digging.

Two hundred spans away from this site, on a wooden bell tower, a robust figure overlooked it all.

Shahram Furious Blood Roar.

The prince of the Beastman Empire, this young prince had inherited his ancestors' glorious surname–Furious Blood Roar.

Furious Blood Roar is a legendary title etched into beastman legend.

This title once shone in the ancient era, hundreds of millions of years ago when beastmen ruled the main plane of Glory, and humans had not yet risen.

When the Abyss shattered and darkness fell upon the land, the legendary beastman king known as Furious Blood Roar led all beastman warriors into the Abyss.

The beastman king successively shattered twelve planes of the Abyss, becoming an eternal legend.

Although the beastman king was eventually killed by the demon god of the Abyss, the name Furious Blood Roar remained an eternal banner in the hearts of beastmen.

The descendants of that legendary beastman king henceforth changed their surname to this legendary title–Furious Blood Roar.

This was the glory of the beastmen, the greatness of their ancestors.

“My king, I have already felt the mystique buried beneath the earth.

The power is nearly bursting forth, it is the existence we have dreamt of.

It is the one and eternal greatness!”

Wearing armor sewn from the scales of extraordinary-level demon beasts, towering at 2.5 spans like a small giant, Beastman Prince Shahram Furious Blood Roar, slightly turned his head to look at the speaker beside him.

That massive lion's head seemed like an ancient creature from legend, drawing even more attention, not for its lion's mane, but for the five grey, octopus-like tendrils extending from his chin.

These tendrils, half a span long, touched his chest and gently moved, emitting an energy fluctuation that made one's heart tremble.

The Blood Curse, a curse passed down through the bloodline of the ancestors, anyone of the Furious Blood Roar family bore this ghastly altered appearance eternally.

Yet paired with Prince Shahram's imposing aura, those five gray tendrils commanded presence, not only did they not detract from his appearance, but they added a fearsome boldness.

Shahram looked at the shaman beside him, his tone cold.

“Speed up the process, Trevor!

This is the tenth time I've heard you say this, yet still, there is no trace.

Trevor, tell me, have you deceived me?!”

The beastman language echoed in the air, the implicit anger causing the surrounding beastman guards to simultaneously lower their heads, not daring to meet their king's gaze directly.

Wearing an ancient robe sewn from animal hide, Shaman Trevor met the prince's eyes, his purely white irises devoid of any other color.

“My king, I have already sensed that presence, it is the breath of divine beings, true divines…

This ruin passed down by the divines may truly contain unimaginable power!”

Divine beings???

The massive wooden bell tower was suddenly plunged into a deadly silence, and the strong guards bowed their heads even deeper, for this was a secret they were not meant to hear.

This city concealed an ancient relic left by the Divine… if word of this got out, it would surely shake the entire frontier.

“Trevor… we have been digging for far too long…”

Shahram spoke with a depth in his voice.

“Our broken Divine Artifact, we have at most six months left, after that, we can no longer conceal the aura here… believe me, those damned humans, if they sense the presence of the Divine relic, they will definitely make a move to snatch it!

Those damned, dirty, greedy, disgusting lives are the biggest scourge of this world!”

Trevor bowed his head, “My king, I found the key from our ancestral relics, I cannot be wrong.

The establishment of Risier City 3,000 years ago was due to the Risier Royal Family wanting to seize the Divine relic beneath this land, but they collapsed too swiftly and did not have the chance to excavate it.

My king, trust me, this relic is worth every sacrifice we make; it is the future of the Beastmen!”

The Shaman, Trevor, with his pure white eyes, looked solemnly at Shahram as if remembering something, and pulled something out from his chest,
then extended his right hand, opening his clenched wolf claw slightly, revealing a blue gemstone pendant in front of Shahram.

The moment the pendant was revealed, an aura that seemed to have transcended from antiquity spread.

Everyone on the bell tower felt a chill down their spine in that instant, as if they were being watched by an Abyss Demon.

A deathly aura permeated the air.

The lower-level Beastman guards even trembled in their souls at this moment.

That aura was from the deepest pressures within, an eternal existence, an ancient Divine.

Shahram's jaw moved, his five gray tentacle-like whiskers stirring, a faint blue energy clinging to them, instantly turning them into pure blue.

“This is the feeling…

Divine…

This contains Divine Power, a raging and enthralling Divine Power…”

Shahram gave Trevor a deep look, “Put it away.”

He did not attempt to possess the blue gemstone charged with Divine Power as that power was not something he could control now.

His five whiskers were a curse from the Abyss Demon God but also a blessing from his ancestors, as his whiskers could easily distinguish various energies.

The stone in Trevor's hand contained a terrifying Divine Power, and previously, Trevor had even found a map containing ancient secrets within the gemstone, the center point of which was in Risier City.

Shahram had once snuck into Risier City to investigate and detected mysterious fluctuations deep underground that aligned with the power of the pendant.

It was for this reason he had captured Risier City at all costs.

Because here lay a Divine relic.

He could sense the surging forces of the underworld through the gemstone charged with Divine Power.

For this day, he had been preparing for ten years…

The Beastman King was aging, and he, without sufficient power, how could he be crowned king in the face of his younger brothers' scrutiny.

The crown of the Beastmen would belong only to him– the mighty Shahram Blood Fury Roar!!

Just as Shahram was about to turn and leave, clang–a crisp striking sound slashed through time and space, resonating indifferently in everyone's eardrums.

A Beastman laborer seemed to have penetrated some indescribable boundary.

Moments later, an indescribable, terrifying aura spread, and a blue light burst from the core of the earth to the sky.

A pale blue beam of light shot straight into the heavens, like an ancient Divine being revived, and at that moment, it seemed as if the entire world was being trampled beneath its feet.

The darkest hour.

In the center of the now-ruined Risier City, all the Beastman laborers ceased their movements, kneeling towards the area erupting with blue light under the overwhelming majesty.

“The great Beast God has descended!!”

“O Beast God above, please spare your followers…”

“My God…”

Shahram swiftly stepped forward, grasping the oak railing tightly, leaning forward as his gaze fixed intently below.

Crack~
After the rise of the blue light, it seemed as though something had shattered.

An indescribable, unnamed, untouchable presence seemed to seep out from the pale blue light.

Terror descended upon the earth.

Even Shahram now felt his soul stiffen under that force, his breathing hastened rapidly, and the tendrils of Grey Mountain turned blue in the blink of an eye.

“God…” He struggled to utter a word while staring at the cyan light in the sky, his expression turning more unsightly.

But just as the blue light illuminated the earth for a moment, suddenly, a blood-red cloak phantom flew out of that fissure. In the blink of an eye, the blood-hued cloak, as if a divine hand, forcefully covered the cyan light again.

In the sky, that extremely terrifying presence vanished without a trace within a short moment.

As if nothing had transpired.

But just as Shaharam slightly relaxed, an indescribable voice, as if from ancient times, echoed in the sky.

“Pestilence and death were, pestilence and death are, pestilence and death will always be.”

“He is eternal, He is of the past, He exists in the past, He also exists now; He is the sovereign of pestilence and death, the spreader of disease and destruction.

He is eternal, He is also the only one, He will not die, He will live eternally, He will also revive…”

It was the same ancient profanity as the language of the Divine Monsters, the purest blasphemous language, an extreme evil utterance rejected by the Main Plane.

Both the sky and the earth plunged into unspeakable fear and darkness when the blasphemous language arose.

Countless Beastman laborers lost their minds at that moment, their rationality devoured by the blasphemous language.

A bloody and brutal slaughter began, chilling to the bone.

Tens of thousands of Beastman laborers grabbed the fragmentary stone hammers, the mining tools, and started slaughtering each other.

Their eyes blood-red, they directly activated berserk.

The scene became drenched in blood.

And in that brief instant, the situation spiraled out of control, and even before Shahram could recover from the soul-striking shock, the ground was already covered with bloody corpses.

The bodies of these Beastman laborers turned into streams of blood in the blink of an eye, crazily seeping into the soil and rock ground.

Seeing this, Shahram came to his senses abruptly, and the Beastman language echoed throughout the entire Risier City.

“Stop everything!! Throw their corpses out of the pit!!!”

“That god… has not yet died!!”

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In a mountain range covered with snow, far from the Nolan Capital, a proud figure in a crimson cloak stood before a door of solid ice.

He, wearing thick bear skin gloves, gently brushed off the ice and snow on the outside, and through the clear layer of ice, read the ancient inscriptions carved on the stone door aloud.

“I was born in blood, I shall also perish in blood…”

“Enough, Andabella, stop your recitation, this relic belongs to a Legendary Level vampire, mastering powerful dark magic.

No one knows what these inscriptions conceal…”

An old man in a gray robe, with white hair and holding an emerald green stick, interrupted the girl's recitation.

Underneath the snow, the old man's hair was already covered with white snow, his aged eyes appearing quite turbid, making it hard to imagine such an elderly man would come to these northern mountains during such a cold winter.

~With a sweep of her Blood Cloak behind her, Andabella, the high-headed young woman as proud as if facing death, revealed a girlish smile at that moment.

Stepping forward two steps, she respectfully approached the old man.

“Master, we have found it…”

The old man stepped forward a few steps, examined the inscriptions attentively, and then nodded with satisfaction.

“Andabella, your knowledge has almost surpassed mine now. You truly are a great polymath, and I am proud of you.

Prepare to open this long-sealed relic.

The Bloodline treasure you seek, the Blood Holy Grail, perhaps no one has taken it…”

The Blood Holy Grail, Andabella muttered to herself; suddenly, a vision of that ever memorably figure flashed across her mind.

Just as she was about to say something, her expression changed drastically, as a chilling ancient profanity reached her ears.

“Pestilence and death were, pestilence and death are, pestilence and death will always be.

“He will not die, he will live forever, he will also be reborn…”

The blasphemous language, like a storm within the soul, baffled Andabella as to what was happening, yet she still felt the breath that crossed time and space.

Along with this ancient utterance of extreme evil, there was also a presence that she found incredibly familiar.

The Blood Cloak.

Not the Blood Cloak behind her, but another trace crossing through time and space.

“Descendant of the Risier bloodline, when the honor of the ancestors fades into the annals of time, I shall reappear.

Child, your bravery has earned the recognition of your ancestors.

I shall crown you myself.

Risier blood, proud and undying…”

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In Dawn City, as darkness fell, Katharina, a half-Fishman, returned to her residence and had just transformed into her Fishman body and immersed in the pool, when her perpetually calm face suddenly changed.

“Plague and death were, plague and death are, plague and death will forever be…

He will not die, he will live forever, he will also be reborn…”

The ancient blasphemous language acted like the switch of a key, and buried information in her bloodline slowly started to surface…

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Green City.

Mystical Street.

Lide glanced at Stanley sitting opposite him at the round table, his expression somewhat ambiguous.

“You rushed here because your spy in Risier City felt a powerful aura rise, which then dissipated?”

“Are you certain of this news? Was the aura from a demon beast or some other being?”

Once a follower of the Evil God, now a level 16 Crimson Hunter, Stanley shook his head, “Sire, the aura was incredibly powerful, beyond imagination.

However, it rose swiftly and disappeared just as quickly. The spy could only sense that there was something extraordinary about it, but couldn't pinpoint what it was.

I came to you immediately upon receiving the encrypted message, not wanting to miss any significant news.”

Due to Shadow High Priest Emi and level 16 Werewolf Craig bereft of any news in Risier City, and to plan a rescue for them as well as investigate the Beastman's plots, Lide had strictly ordered the intelligence center to closely monitor everything in Risier City.

Thus, this scene was not surprising.

Lide pondered briefly and then shook his head.

“A single aura doesn't say much…

However, given the prolonged silence from the Beastmen in Risier City, their plans are certainly not trivial.

Any changes suggest they have already started their plans…

Keep monitoring, and if the guards in Risier City significantly strengthen their defenses during this period, it means they've made some progress…”

Lide was extremely cautious about the Beastmen; he wouldn't take any hasty actions without concrete information.

Especially now, as Risier City was entirely sealed off by the Beastmen; from his perspective, the Beastmen were shrouded in fog, a zone of the unknown.

Perhaps behind the fog lurked a gaping maw, waiting for its prey.

He lacked a god's perspective; under the high-intensity lockdown by the Beastmen, it was challenging to break through their defenses unless he was willing to infiltrate at all costs.

Nevertheless, Stanley's words heightened his vigilance. The Beastmen had been quiet for a long time, and this sudden change at such a time could not be without reason.

“Triple the forces dispatched to Risier City, if we cannot infiltrate, at least probe the movements of their peripheral armies.

Additionally, increase the rewards offered by the adventurer's guild and the mercenary guild; I need more information.”

Upon receiving Lide's command, Stanley respectfully responded.

As the head of intelligence in Dawn City, Stanley, although assigned to Green City to manage the Dawn's Shadow project, found handling affairs here easier than in Dawn City because Green City was the core region of the entire southern province and had more information.

“Is there anything else?”

Seeing that Stanley had finished his report but hadn't left, Lide continued to question his general.

“Your Majesty, the Dawn Shadow Project has made some progress…”

Upon hearing this, Lide's eyes brightened. The Dawn Shadow Project was an incredibly important initiative.

Infiltrating humanity–these four words summed up the project.

Its core logic was to utilize the Bloodline's initial embracing ability to continuously transform the human upper-class nobles into Bloodline members, expanding the Bloodline influence within the human elite.

Lide had realized the potential of this plan when it was first conceived.

Hence, he had issued a standing order to develop it.

The research on the Divine Gifted Holy Armor was initially intended to address how to avoid the scrutiny of Holy Light Power from various churches after the human elites were transformed into Bloodline members.

“Go on.”

“Your Majesty, over this past year of infiltration, we have developed three lesser nobles, barely forming an intelligence network…”

Lide's expression stiffened, full of question marks.

Is that it?

I'm all set up and you're telling me to just admire your leg hair??

Noticing the change in Lide's expression, Stanley added.

“These nobles were merely probes before our real infiltration, testing the response capabilities of various sects and nobles towards our Bloodline.

Everything seems smooth so far, and we expect that once the next batch of Divine Gifted Holy Armor arrives, we can initiate the real plan.”

Hearing this, Lide's expression eased slightly, but he still wasn't satisfied–what was the difference between this and not reporting at all?

However, Stanley's next words instantly sharpened his focus.

“Your Majesty, besides that, we have also embraced Prince Anos of the Nolan Empire…”

“Prince?” Lide's eyes widened, staring intently at Stanley, his tone somewhat excited yet solemn.

“Are you sure it is a progeny of King Nolan, and not some prince bestowed with the name by the Nolan Royal Family?”

Stanley nodded confidently, “Anos Nolan, the seventh son of King Nolan…”

Lide frowned upon hearing this name; he seemed to have heard it somewhere before.

A few moments later, his expression turned weird. “Are you talking about the prince who was born to the King and a maid after a drunken night?”

Prince Anos, being a stain on the Nolan Royal Family, was widely gossiped about among the gossip-loving nobles.

Although Lide had no interest in these matters, he couldn't bear it when others babbled on.

“Yes, Your Majesty…”

Hearing Stanley's affirmation, Lide couldn't help but give a wry smile.

A prominent prince from Nolan was definitely worth their cultivation, but a prince even his own father despised had limited uses as a Bloodline member.

Reading Lide's doubts, Stanley started to explain.

“Your Majesty, Prince Anos himself might not be valuable, but the value of his status as a prince is considerable.”

Lide nodded thoughtfully.

“It seems you are planning to use him in a significant scheme. Go ahead with your plans.”

He didn't ask further. With Stanley's wisdom, manipulating a Bloodline member for strategic positioning was effortless.

“But the one thing you need to be careful of is not to expose our existence. It's best to manipulate others through different powers. We don't take the field lightly.”

Lide was relatively conservative about this issue. The greatest advantage of the Bloodline was operating in the shadows–once exposed, the dangers they would face could increase tenfold or even a hundredfold.

Stanley smiled subtly.

“Your Majesty, do you remember the Immortal Soul from the formation of the Dark Contract?”

Immortal Soul? Was it that department managed by those three foolish players from the Hun Yuan Thunderclap Hand?

He had even met these three once, and now he also held shares in the Earth branch of the Dark Contract.

“Of course, what about it?”

“I intend to use the Immortal Soul to support that prince and this will need your backing?”

“My support?” Lide was intrigued, “explain.”

“Prince Anos has received land that intertwines the low hills with the ocean, in the Red Moon Territory….”

“Is it that piece of land where countless lords have died? Prince Anos has a considerable number of enemies.”

“Indeed, my plan involves trading with the Centaurs and Fishmen on Anos's land,
transforming it into a hub connecting humans, Centaurs, and Fishmen….

Should we succeed, we will own a city we can directly control and use Anos's name for purchasing various materials in the future.

This will be more beneficial than harmful to our future development.”

Hearing Stanley's words, Lide gave a slight smile, “I'm afraid it goes even further. If Anos develops quickly and turns that territory into one of the top cities, he might even have a shot at the crown in the future.”

Upon hearing Lide's remark, Stanley nodded with a smile, “Your Majesty is insightful.”

After thinking for a moment, Lide nodded.

“No problem, I will have Frey fully cooperate with you; he's currently managing the trade between the low hills and the Fishman Tribe.

Furthermore, not just the Immortal Soul, you can have Anos spread the word to attract adventurers from the Lost Plane to help build up his land, promising them a free allocation of residence.

By making good use of adventurers from the Lost Plane, the development of this land will exceed your expectations.”

Lide pointed directly to the key issue.

“The role of adventurers is something you know better than anyone else; moreover, make sure to sign contracts with those adventurers, binding all who develop on Anos's land.

Align these adventurers' futures with that of Anos's.

Just provide the adventurers with some initial benefits, and they'll unleash a power beyond your imagination.

You can discuss this matter with the adventurers from the Immortal Soul, I believe they will provide even better suggestions.”

With Stanley's wisdom, he quickly grasped the implications of what Lide meant; controlling players on Earth by opening a branch of the Dark Contract and directly recruiting members through players.

Stanley, being a native of such intelligence, definitely cannot be judged by common standards.

“Your Majesty, I believe the future of Anos's land will astonish you.”

“I look forward to that day.”

With an excited expression, Stanley left through the back door.

After waiting for a moment, Lide also stepped out of the room.

This place is the mysterious tavern outside the Crimson Mage Tower, ranked among the top three luxurious taverns currently in Green City.

Of course, this tavern was also his property.

And it was just that magnificent.

Lide walked down the stairs.

Everything around him spelled exquisite.

On either side of the staircase, beautiful decorations hung, candelabras, and lampstands holding magic power sculpted with dragon bas-reliefs exuded a different charm.

Walking down the staircase made of Red Maple Wood, Lide, dressed in a black magic robe, let a slight diffusion of magic power envelop his body while using his spiritual power to manipulate it, making his face appear somewhat blurred to others.

A derived use of magic, quite interesting.

Reaching the first floor's main hall, the tavern, which could accommodate five to six hundred people, was already filled to capacity.

The noisy chatter was like the screeching of Magic Language Bats in your ears.

Looking around, the crowd wore blush on their faces.

The warriors in their heavy armor had removed their helmets, resting their notched greatswords casually by the tables, their hands never ceasing to hold drinks.

The archers had also taken down their longbows from their backs, casually placing them on the tables, drinking just as fiercely as the warriors in their leather jackets.

Even the thieves usually lurking in the shadows had now sheathed their daggers, engaging in unrestrained drinking.

The spellcasters in their priest robes also lost the compassionate kindness they showed when aiding civilians outside; they poured drinks down their throats like water, but to maintain the spellcaster's dignity, most of the priests stayed on the second floor, slightly separate from the main hall.

At the front of the main hall was a stage where a half-elf songstress with Elf Bloodline was singing a powerful song, accompanied by exotic musical instruments played by a diminutive dwarf.

All of it was filled with the ambiance of another world.

Lide, mingling among them, strangely felt somewhat at harmony.

Though not fond of noisy environments, visiting this place once in a while offered a novel experience.

What set the mysterious tavern apart from others was that, whenever it opened, it was sure to be guarded by more than ten mages, with ten Advanced Warriors stationed at the door as guards.

Mysterious Tavern had strict rules against theft, brawling, or causing disturbances.

If you wanted to fight, fine, go to the underground coliseum, where every warrior surely enjoyed the thrill of combat.

The proximity of the Mysterious Tavern to Crimson Mage Tower, along with its strong foundation, made it the safest tavern in Green City.

Those who dared challenge the dignity of the Mysterious Tavern usually met a fate too dire to behold.

After wandering around for a while, Lide felt a buzzing in his ears and shook his head, turning to leave.

But just as he turned, a chill ran down his spine.

He felt as if a powerful hunter had set its sights on him, and this predator was not to be underestimated.

After deploying his Magic Shield several times in quick succession, he spun around, eyes blazing, to face the direction from which he sensed danger.

In the slightly dim environment, Lide immediately spotted someone sitting alone at a table, idly drinking and assessing him with a playful gaze through the crowd.

Their eyes met, and in the other person's green eyes, Lide saw a flicker of interest.

After a slight hesitation, Lide smiled briefly and walked directly towards the individual.

“Mr. Lide, I didn't expect to encounter you here as well…”

As he approached, that lazy yet somewhat seductive voice slowly reached his ears.

The lady in front of him wore a tight green leather jacket exquisitely carved with intricate patterns, clearly the masterpiece of an Elf.

What caught the eye even more was her chest nearly bursting through the jacket, flaunting a dazzling magnificence. Her body leaning forward to pour the wine at the table exaggerated the curves and contours, leaving one marvel at the creator's wonders.

Her long hair was slightly gathered at the back, revealing pointed ears peeking through her hair, and her green eyes sparkled like pure droplets, instantly endearing.

Her face, with skin whiter and softer than a baby's, along with a face so close to perfection it was hard to find flaws, prompted a name many found captivating to surface in Lide's mind.

Elf, and one he had met briefly before.

Lady Ariel Elvis, a Level 17 Elf archer master.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face before him, although unfamiliar with her, he felt admiration.

Beauty is justice; with this level of beauty, there were few in the Bloodline who could compare.

“Lady Ariel, Mysterious Tavern, seems to be a property of Crimson Mage Tower–shouldn't I be the one saying that line to you?”

Lide casually sat in front of the formidable Elf.

“No, Mr. Lide, I come here every few days, but I've never encountered you…”

Saying this, Ariel stood up and casually poured him a glass of red wine using a refined and simple Elven wine glass.

“This is the finest wine from Elvis, Elf Heart; why don't you taste and see if it's better than the specialty spirits from your Mysterious Tavern?”

Lide looked at her with an incredulous smile, thinking, Bringing your wine to my tavern?

Wouldn't it be better to drink it at home?

Nevertheless, he took the glass, checked it with his system panel, and saw nothing amiss.

He drank a big gulp and satisfactorily nodded.

“The wine is good, it must be brewed with water from the Elven Moon Well, containing a tremendous life energy…”

Seeing Lide drink and remain calm, Ariel blinked slightly, a meaningful smile blooming on her lips.

“It seems Mr. Lide and we are kindred spirits…”

Lide caught the implication in her words, amusedly asking, “How so?”

This remark made him inwardly vigilant; the last time he visited Elvis Tavern to meet Shadow High Priest Emi, he had encountered her before entering and she almost discerned his true identity.

Fortunately, he used the Power of Faith to mask his Bloodline's aura and went undetected. Now, hearing this, he couldn't help but speculate.

Nature Element Elves have almost the strongest perception against Dark Life, naturally mortal enemies, most Dark Life cannot escape the sharp perception of Elves.

Though his combat strength was beyond comparison with this Level 17 Elf archer, he didn't wish to clash with her at his own doorstep.

“Mr. Lide, you just drank Elf Heart, imbued with natural power. Dark Life has no immunity to natural power.

Since you had no adverse reaction, you must be my friend now.”

Ariel's flawless face wore a seductive smile as she spoke, then swiftly changed her tone.

“I wonder if Mr. Lide would be interested in cooperating with us for once?”

Lide slightly narrowed his eyes, puzzled by the Elf's thought process.

We just met, and already talking about collaboration?

We've only met twice, you know. Elves aren't usually this mindless…

“How exactly do you propose we cooperate? And, Lady Ariel, we've only met twice. How can you trust me so much?”

What he meant was, how could he trust her?

Ariel leaned slightly forward, her green eyes shimmering seductively.

“Mr. Lide, I believe you will be very interested in cooperating with me.”

“Oh, please, Lady Ariel, go ahead and speak freely.”

Lide raised an eyebrow, waiting for the elf's continuation.

“Mr. Lide, you've reached level 15, haven't you?”

Hmm?

Lide's gaze sharpened as he focused on Ariel.

“What do you mean?”

Ariel leaned back casually, her body returning to its normal posture, and picked up a glass of red wine from the table. After sipping it lightly, she casually placed the glass on the table, her lips still glistening with a few drops of the red liquid.

Seemingly aware, Ariel looked straight at Lide and then gently licked the wine from her lips with her tongue.

This act caused a large group of warriors who had been glancing at Ariel to involuntarily swallow their saliva.

If it weren't for this level 17 elf whom no one dared to provoke, they would have swarmed her by now…
But what provoked a reaction from Lide was not her seductive actions but the next words of this level 17 elf archery master.

“Mr. Lide, are you aware of the Divine Relics?”

Divine Relics??

Lide's heart skipped a beat; the emergence of each Divine Relic caused tremendous upheavals, the last one within the Nolan Empire occurred one hundred and fifty years ago.

At that time, it was said that two Transcendents had fallen…

Before Lide could even inquire further, Ariel answered his unspoken questions.

“I know of one… one that hasn't yet been excavated.”

Lide's eyes widened, puzzled by her nonchalant demeanor.

“Lady Ariel, you know you could explore it yourself, why inform me?”

Ariel shook her head, her tone calm.

“A Divine Relic is not something I can handle by myself; my power is not nearly enough.”

“Mr. Lide, I am not greedy. I only want to take part of the spoils I need. Thus, I need partners and teammates…”

Partners??

Lide's expression was quite subtle, thinking, We've only met twice and you're telling me this. Are you joking?

“Why choose me?”

Ariel gave an answer Lide could never have imagined.

“Because… Veena…”

“Veena? What does Veena have to do with this?”

“You don't know yet?” Ariel's expression was strange, “Veena and I are best friends; I have formed an Elf Pact with her.”

Elf Pact?

Every adult elf could choose a partner to form an Elf Pact with; after doing so, the person would receive some of the elf's casting talents.

Moreover, it was a one-sided contribution that required almost nothing from the person formed in the pact, only the elf's approval was necessary.

Lide's lips twitched slightly, he had been so busy dealing with various matters since returning he hadn't had time to ask about these things, but this girl had not mentioned such a crucial matter. He would need to have a serious talk with her when he returned, a very serious talk…

“Can you confirm the location of the Divine Relic?”

“Yes, not only can I pinpoint its exact location, but I also know that inside that holy site, a Divine is not dead…”

A Divine not dead??

Are you suggesting I go slay a Divine?

By the way, what about my Divine Monster; this is more his specialty…

Chapter end