I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 388

Chapter 388: Chapter 390: Bearing the Heavy Responsibility That Everyone Looks Forward to (8600 words)

The power surging within the head of the God of Plague was like a tsunami lifting the mighty seas.

It irrigated into every inch of Lide's flesh and blood.

The force was so ferocious that, even with the protection of the Power of Faith, he still felt an irresistible swelling pain.

But this power was not something Lide wanted to accommodate; his spiritual power began to spread, and his spiritual tentacles slowly penetrated into the head of the God of Plague.

After facing the endless pressure of the Divine, he perceived a grey, mercury-like substance circulating in his flesh and bones, which was a more primordial power than Divine Power–Divinity.

Divinity is the foundation of life for those above Level 30 and their origin.

If Magic is the basic Element of this world, then Divinity represents the ultimate Element of this world.

It was an indescribable substance, possessing all the strength one could imagine a mortal having.

Each droplet contained the power to tear space.

Lide had once unintentionally absorbed some Divinity from divine remains during his transformation in a Blood Pool and had later studied Divinity closely with his spiritual power.

But the Divinity in the divine remains was gentle and easy to touch because its owner had died millions of years ago.

However, the Divinity inside the head of the God of Plague was the complete opposite, resistant and violent, unwelcoming to his exploration.

Furthermore, the faintest sense of the aura made Lide feel cruelty and bloodlust, a power of Ancient Evil Gods, which could turn mortals into their servants with just a touch.

This was dark Divinity, representing the most extreme evil in this world.

At this moment, every pore in Lide's body was warning him, as if continuing to make contact would result in unimaginable danger.

Advanced Danger Perception.

Lide had not expected Divinity to be differentiated by attribute, and although he sensed the lurking dangers, he did not hesitate to continue his deeper exploration.

He tried to touch the Divinity with the Power of Faith after slightly closing his eyes, but the pure white Power of Faith melted instantly like a scorched sponge before touching the grey Divinity.

Untouchable, incompatible.

This discovery made Lide frown slightly.

The Power of Faith was his greatest reliance and if it was ineffective, then the next steps could not proceed.

Taking a deep breath, he continued his research.

After a lengthy exploration, Lide had a moment of realization; the Divinity of the God of Plague was too dark, and the power of light simply coudn't shake it…

But obtaining Divinity wasn't as difficult as imagined, as long as it was a life of evil darkness capable of bearing this power–the prerequisite being that it could withstand it.

This discovery made Lide's expression subtly complex.

If he had not had the protection of Light Attribute power when he initially made contact with the head of the God of Plague, he would have certainly been transformed into a servant by that evil power.

But to truly consume the Divinity contained within, one must be a life of dark, a contradictory method that would leave any being who could peek into this head powerless.

Yet, this was perfectly suited to Lide's characteristics.

He possessed the power of Holy Light, but he was of pure Dark Life.

In this world, there was only one, no other branches.

As for whether the Bloodline was suitable for carrying the Divinity of the God of Plague, it could be inferred from the God of Plague's attempt to use Emi as the body for its revival.

However, another problem now faced Lide–the power of Divinity was too immense and robust.

The difficulty of him, at Level 19, absorbing and ingesting Divinity which only those above Level 30 could touch, was unimaginable.

Even the phrase 'a snake swallowing an elephant' was not enough to describe this challenge.

Steadying the inner turmoil within him, Lide's eyes shone with a resolve as immovable as mountains.

Since he had already sat down here and resolved himself, he would not leave until he broke through to the Transcendent.

The cataclysm of ancient days loomed before him; others had no way to retreat, and neither did he.

Dawn City must be under the watch of transcendent power, but now, Divine Monster Asreaga was nowhere to be found–he had to step forward and take on this heavy responsibility.

Hundreds of thousands awaited him with bated breath.

They anticipated their ruler to continue his dominion over them, to lead them towards glory.

After stabilizing his nerves, Lide closed his eyes and gently touched the divine substance within the head of the God of Plague with his spiritual power, then began guiding the gray divine substance into his body.

But the divinity was as viscous as mercury, and even with his terrifying spiritual power as a guide, it was still extremely difficult.

Lide could not estimate how much time he had spent when finally, the first strand of divinity merged directly into his body through his palm.

Boom~

The moment the divine power entered his body, an explosive sound rang in Lide's ears as if a forbidden curse detonated within him, causing every blood vessel to swell from the impact of the terrifying power.

An endless surge of power erupted like a mountain collapsing.

Even a tsunami whipped up by an 18th-level rampage was not as exaggerated as this.

Lide's blood vessels couldn't withstand the force at this moment, and they burst open one after another.

His facial expression twisted indescribably.

It was too terrifying.

It was like countless knives ripping through his body, brutally severing his blood vessels.

Excruciating pain washed over him like a tide, engulfing his nerve endings, threatening to strangle his sanity and destroy his willpower.

No one could describe the agony of hundreds of blood vessels bursting and exploding; it was beyond words.

It was the extreme of suffering this world could inflict.

Even Lide's resilient mind was showing signs of strain.

His handsome face took on a ferocious aspect.

But that strand of divinity didn't cease after detonating his blood vessels; it continued to wreak havoc, transforming into a horrifying energy that destroyed all flesh it encountered.

Even as Lide desperately absorbed the power, it remained far too abundant.

The power of the divine was something mortals could neither imagine nor describe.

Even with his noble Ancestor Bloodline, even after undergoing a divine baptism, it was still too much for him to withstand.

Once, he had been transformed subtly, and it had been completed while he was unconscious, leaving him unaware of the extent of pain he had suffered.

But now, he was watching with wide-open eyes, undergoing a divine baptism while fully conscious.

This pain was indescribable.

It felt like an eternity had passed before Lide finally managed to absorb the power that single strand of divinity had released.

Yet the energy required to repair the damage that the strand of divinity had done to his body was more than what he'd absorbed, a deficit that was unsustainable.

It was downright brutal.

Though he had endured the pain, the hoped-for wondrous outcome did not materialize; that single strand of divinity was not even one percent of a drop, and there were at least a hundred drops of such divinity within that skull.

This meant that to absorb all of this divinity, Lide would have to endure the pain of his blood vessels bursting tens of thousands of times over…

Terrifying.

Though he sensed the hardship within, Lide's gaze remained resolute after the pain; his mind, tempered over nearly four years, was stronger than outsiders could imagine.

He gritted his teeth and continued.

His spiritual power guided on, the second strand of divinity began to flow into his body, and the moment it entered, that strand expanded a hundredfold, transforming into new power.

Without a doubt, the terror-stricken Lide, who had just managed to repair his body using his frightening regeneration abilities, faced destruction once more.

If any outsider had witnessed this scene, they would have been utterly dumbstruck. No one dared to so brutally and forcibly draw divine power into their body. The first time might be chalked up to ignorance, but the second time, too?

Even a mere wisp of divinity–yes, that fragment of a god's power–could severely injure a Transcendent.

If it were a common person, they'd likely be dead a hundred times over.

The confidence for Lide to do this came from his exaggerated recovery speed.

As the Blood Clan Ancestor, once he activated his bloodline, as long as there was still power within his body, he could regenerate limitlessly.

In other words, unless his body was instantaneously obliterated, leaving no bone or trace, no matter how grave the injury, even if his heart burst, he could still recover.

This near-immortality was the very foundation of Lide's audacity to directly and violently attempt to devour divinity.

But this was just like his magic improvements, also dancing on the edge of the blade, because a single misstep could lead to being blown apart by the unstoppable force.

However, fearless–in the role of the king courting death–there was nothing he dared not do.

The third strand, the fourth, the fifth…

Lide was like a suicide machine, frantically drawing divinity from the divine head into his own body, and that force destroyed him over and over again.

Thus, through countless cycles of destruction and reconstruction, Lide's body began to toughen, no longer shattering upon each touch of divinity, and his absorption rate gradually increased.

After hundreds of experiments, Lide had found the appropriate operation amidst agony.

As long as he didn't exceed a certain limit, his body could absorb divinity at the fastest and most perfect rate, with the degree of damage remaining within his tolerance.

At that moment, Lide experimented on himself as if he were a robot.

But even so, the bone-deep, searing pain made him feel as if he were in heaven and hell at the same time.

It was the most painful punishment in the mortal realm, the most mentally tormenting experience.

Yet all of this was self-inflicted.

For Lide, it was also a challenge.

If it had been imposed on him, it wouldn't be as bad because there was no choice.

But to actively endure pain, that was a whole different level of sensation.

Even towards the end, his body began to resist such behavior, with the muscles in his arms and body starting to tremble uncontrollably.

Yet relying on an unstoppable resolve, even ready to face death, Lide's profound gaze remained unbreakable.

Iron will.

A hundred times, a thousand times…

No one knew how much time had passed.

In the dim dungeon deep underground, constructed of bones from a hundred defeated,

he repeated the singular motion again and again, drawing divinity into his body, repeatedly enduring the pain of being entirely torn apart.

He never believed in free lunches; everything he had was fought for with bloodshed–past, present, and it would be the same in the future.

To become stronger, and even stronger.

The obsession in his heart propelled every action.

At this moment, no one could imagine the extent of suffering Lide had endured, but despairingly, no one knew how much longer this suffering would go on.

But as long as he hadn't achieved what he desired, he would not stop, because Lide knew that this power wasn't enough, still not enough…

When a boy learns to take responsibility, he can be called a man; when a man can shoulder the fate of tens of thousands, he can be called a leader.

To be born a king is to carry the crown's weight.

May 15th.

In the dim underground space, the concept of time seemed blurred.

Lide had long forgotten the existence of time, channeling divine power into his body, then frantically absorbing that force amid its destruction by his blood vessels and muscles.

This mechanical action was simply the cruelest punishment in the world, a challenge to anyone's sanity.

But effort always yields rewards. After a lengthy period, Lide's skeleton began to slowly take on a unique divine aura, and his blood became thicker and more vigorous.

However, anomalies often come unexpectedly, and after Lide's body reached the first critical point of divine power absorption, a horrific and indescribable evil presence appeared in his mind.

A pair of eyes, hollow, emitting a deathly grey aura.

Brutal, murderous, dark, bloody… no negative adjectives were sufficient to describe the meaning contained in those eyes.

Lide shuddered; he saw them, those cold and icy orbs staring at him.

As if they were in front of him, he could even see them slightly undulate with breath.

The God of Plague.

Those were the eyes of the God of Plague; this Ancient Evil God was watching him from the abyss beyond countless planes.

“How dare you, wretched New Sun God… steal my power?!!”

The ancient blasphemous language carried with it a chilling coldness.

But at this moment, Lide was not too shocked; from the beginning, he had anticipated that this Ancient Evil God would notice once the power in its skull began to wane.

“I will destroy everything you have…

Burn your soul…

Slaughter your believers…”

The God of Plague was utterly enraged, and this fury was more intense than ever before.

Someone dared to plunder his power right in front of him!!!

He was an Ancient Sovereign, a divine entity who controlled the power of plague, and now, before the coming of the Ancient days, someone dared to provoke him again and again.

This damned blasphemer!!

Killing intent surged instantly.

In the unfathomable abyssal interspace, rumbling~

Endless thunder flashed wildly at that moment, and several planes nearby trembled due to the God of Plague's fury.

The power of a divine being was too immense.

The grey energy emitted by the God of Plague spread like a tidal wave from his divine country, instantly engulfing several nearby planes, and millions of lives were directly deprived of life.

This was the wrath of a divine entity, more terrifying than the scythe of the Death God.

Everything Lide had done was provoking the sensitive nerves of this Ancient Evil God, and had it not been for the will of the Main Plane interfering, he would have already descended upon Glory without restraint.

“Destruction!! Death!!!”

Words screamed out as if by hundreds of thousands, echoing through the skies of the God of Plague's divine country.

The God of Plague's location was the core of his divine country, an abnormally towering spire-like mountain peak, and from that mountain, a voice echoed in an instant throughout the Plague God Country.

Then, the already frenzied Meat-winged Half-rat men, at all costs, lunged desperately towards the Space Gate that had been opened, running at speeds more than doubled than before.

The resulting chain reaction was.

The defense ring within the Land of Bone-Burying faced an even more brutal attack.

The previously solid defense line nearly crumbled in an instant.

The earlier Space Gate that spewed out fierce Half-Ratmen was like water flowing from a regular tap, but now it was like a high-pressure water gun spraying.

Although the output was the same size, wasn't the number more than double?

Countless fierce Half-Ratmen roared and screamed, filled with endless rage as they rushed toward the defense ring to kill.

Their master was commanding them, urging them to kill all enemies, to destroy all enemies, to consume all enemies.

Slaughter was the only thought in the minds of these fierce Half-Ratmen at the moment.

And the sudden increase in the number of fierce Half-Ratmen caught the guard army, already accustomed to the previous numbers, completely off guard.

There were too many, their vast numbers were beyond description.

Those Half-Ratmen who dodged the arrows rushed to the base of the stone walls and began to climb up frantically.

Regardless of the cost.

One or two were easy to deal with, even fifty were manageable, but when the number reached into the hundreds climbing up the walls, the once solid defense line immediately fell into a passive state.

Even the strongest crossbow bolts needed the process of drawing and shooting, and there was always a brief pause.

And it was during these incredibly short gaps that these completely crazed fierce Half-Ratmen would surge up the wall.

Beastman King Kapp, at level 18, had returned to command the war in the Land of Bone-Burying, and today happened to be his shift.

Upon seeing the number of fierce Half-Ratmen at the bottom multiply by several times, he immediately roared out orders.

“Release! Archers, shoot at full speed!

Spellcasters, provide support with your spells immediately!

Warriors on the walls, be ready!!”

The roar was transmitted throughout the Land of Bone-Burying by the late-casting spellcasters.

Upon receiving the order, the 30 wooden towers outside the defense ring immediately began casting spells.

In a few breaths, swish, swish, swish~ dozens of fireballs, Thunder Bursts, and lightning orbs began to furiously smash into the defense ring.

Boom, boom, boom~

Magic exploded, and flames reached for the sky.

Large numbers of fierce Half-Ratmen were directly devoured by the unreasoning magic, losing their lives.

Scorched and broken bodies instantly covered the ground.

But this could not completely stop the already crazed fierce Half-Ratmen, instead, it further fueled their ferocity.

Like strings of candied haws, they reached the base of the stone walls and climbed up.

Too many, impossible to snipe all of them in a short time.

“Warriors on the walls, draw your swords and battle!! Don't let those filthy rats climb the walls!!”

The furious voice of Beastman King Kapp made the expressions of the warriors at the very top of the defense ring stern.

Each one glared fiercely at the fierce Half-Ratmen below who had not been killed by arrows, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a shocking blow as the enemy showed their heads.

As soon as Kapp's voice fell, the first wave of surging fierce Half-Ratmen were immediately clashing with the guarding warriors at close quarters.

A ghastly fierce Half-Ratman had just revealed its head when a sharp spearhead plunged into its right eye from above.

Pfft~ Blood sprayed, the fierce Half-Ratman died without the chance to make a second move, toppling from the towering walls, splashing blood all over the ground.

But after the first Fierce Half-Ratman had died, a second Fierce Half-Ratman seized the brief moment of respite to pounce ferociously, attacking directly onto the city wall.

The Beastman Warrior leader had just retrieved his spear and hadn't had time to react.

The two-blade-high Fierce Half-Ratman was brutally ferocious to the extreme, disregarding everything as it lunged at the Beastman Warrior.

Thud~ The immense impact knocked the Beastman Warrior down before he could react. Through his helmet, he saw a foul maw gaping wide open, its sharp tusks like bayonets, aiming to tear into his neck.

Just as the Beastman Warrior thought his neck would be pierced and he would fall in battle, a crisp snap sounded–then he saw two sharp tusks broken off and flying.

High-level armor.

It was now that the Beastman Warrior remembered his equipment was no longer the beast hides of the barren wastelands but high-level gear forged by the great Kachar himself.

The thrill of the narrow escape filled him with sudden strength.

With surging killing intent, he immediately drew a short blade flickering with a cold light from his thigh and, with his left hand grasping the head of the Fierce Half-Ratman, swung the short blade with his right hand.

Puchi~

Hot, foul-smelling blood splattered across the face of the Beastman Warrior.

Throat slit.

The Fierce Half-Ratman, which had been incredibly vicious just moments ago, immediately slumped to the ground, its body rapidly cooling due to the loss of blood.

All of this transpired in the blink of an eye, and by the time the Beastman Warrior stood up again, no more than five seconds had elapsed.

Roar~

With a furious roar, the Beastman Warrior grabbed his spear and filled the breach, continuing to hunt the damned rats.

The ferocity of the Fierce Half-Ratmen was undeniable. Though the guards were nearly invincible, the overwhelming numbers meant that in less than a minute, more than 500 Fierce Half-Ratmen had breached the city wall.

Like spear against wheat, those dispatched to defend the Defense Ring at this critical juncture were all elite forces from Dawn City.

Each warrior wore high-level armor and wielded an unstoppable longsword.

Once these Fierce Half-Ratmen breached the city walls, they often found themselves facing a steel rampart more solid than a thirty-blade rock city wall.

The army, initially thrown into chaos by the sudden attack, quickly stabilized their position after several troop deployments by King Kapp.

However, this did not cause the God of Plague to relent. On the contrary, he grew even more furious, once again forcefully ordering all Fierce Half-Ratmen to attack the Land of Bone-Burying.

This was not because the God of Plague was powerless, but rather the Evil God was waiting–for the Fierce Half-Ratmen to die in sufficient numbers so he could use the power of these corpses as an anchor, again widening the Space Gate, and increasing the forces he could send to attack the Land of Bone-Burying.

The God of Plague's Divine Country is an ancient divine realm left from bygone eras, several times larger than the southern provinces, with countless half-rat slaves. To him, such losses were insignificant.

Meanwhile, Lide was still devouring the Divine Calamity.

As he said while consuming the head of the God of Plague, seeking to rise by the Divinity within the head of an Evil God in the Land of Bone-Burying was undoubtedly playing with fire.

For he would always be under the watch of the God of Plague.

But there was no choice. He must make this risky move.

“Death…”

“Ruination…”

“Destruction…”

“Massacre…”

The low and powerful blasphemous language from the Ancient Evil God whispered like a demon's murmur, echoing in Lide's ears, as if to invade his soul.

As more of the Evil God's Divine Calamity was absorbed by Lide's Divine Body, he felt the influence of the God of Plague grow stronger.

The God of Plague was constantly using blasphemous language to disrupt Lide's mind, aiming to shatter his will and resistance.

There was no escape.

Lide was breaking through to higher realms by leveraging the power of the God of Plague, even completing the metamorphosis of his life through it.

But unlike the divine remains in the blood pool, the divine essence inside the head of the Evil God had an owner, and moreover, the God of Plague could still slightly influence and control this power across countless planes.

This made Lide's actions full of danger, more terrifying than dancing on the edge of a knife.

This was a gamble, a bet on the future.

Until the end, no one could determine the winner or loser, but Lide always believed that the Goddess of Luck was favoring him.

As more and more divine essence was absorbed and devoured by Lide, he could clearly feel deeper layers of power in his bloodline undergoing metamorphosis.

This transformation was not a simple change but a biological evolution towards perfection.

Under the influence of divine power, blood became more vigorous, muscles more elastic and resilient, bones sturdier, and the soul stronger…

Change was everywhere, his entire being was evolving and transforming from the bottommost layer of cells.

And as time passed, Lide could endure stronger and stronger divine essence…

In a corner of the Land of Bone-Burying, where Lide was in seclusion, the ground was now surrounded by an incredibly solid mini-fortress, guarded by professionals of level 10 and above.

From the ground, it seemed there were no problems, but only when approached could one faintly sense an indescribable aura brewing in the core depths underground.

Evil mixed with a new vitality.

Bizarre and terrifying.

All the warriors on duty knew they were guarding their sovereign, the great being who bestowed upon them glory and rebirth.

They were also guarding hope.

The hands of time moved swiftly.

May 30th, Land of Bone-Burying.

After nearly a month of frantic construction, thousands of giants working around the clock in shifts, Blood Clan Spellcasters, human Spellcasters, along with strong-bodied Beastmen, Centaurs, Magic Language Bats, and the bolstering effect of the Land of Bone-Burying's Space Gate.

Emi and Lide reported that the second ring of the defense system of the Land of Bone-Burying was finally complete.

The first ring of defense was built around the Space Gate as the core, creating a circular defensive wall 30 blades high and 5 blades wide within a radius of 100 blades.

While the second ring of defense constructed a wall 80 blades high and 12 blades wide within a radius of 500 blades from the Space Gate.

Unlike the first ring's wall, hastily constructed with many rough aspects, the second ring's defense system involved the full force of Dawn City, built to perfection.

Not only was there an Alchemy Tower every 10 blades behind the high walls, reaching 100 blades high, but the reserved shooting holes in the walls were so numerous they could make those with trypophobia's scalp tingle instantly upon seeing them.

The second ring of defense combined the advantages of the first ring, built in a tiered ring shape, layer upon layer constructively.

The 80-blade-high wall had a total of 12 tiers, with more than 5,000 shooting holes on each level.

With the top of the wall featuring an incomparably spacious 12-blade defense area, it was an absolute nightmare for enemies.

The top of the wall was entirely manned by Centaurs, with plenty of space for these powerful warriors.

While wielding great swords, Centaurs also carried modified long crossbows that were a blade long in each hand.

As natural archers, even the strongest heavy-armored Centaur warriors were experts with bows and arrows, matching the skilled human archers–a race talent that could not be erased.

Therefore, assigning Centaurs to guard the highest layer of the wall was an excellent choice.

Even if Fierce Half-Ratmen broke through the dense crossbow fire, in an instant, the Centaurs could grab the giant battle-axes beside them and, from a high vantage point, cleave downwards with mighty swings.

Such defense was impregnable.

Magic Language Bats and Dawn Bats continued to suppress the Meat-winged Bats in the sky.

Dawn City's main aerial force possessed an overwhelming advantage against the Fierce Half-ratmen since they were all clad in armor.

In particular, the Dawn Bats went even further with crossbows mounted on their underbellies, which could tear through even the thickest warrior shields, let alone the small-framed Meat-winged Half-ratmen.

With multiple layers of protection, Dawn City had turned the invasion of the Evil God into something akin to a tower defense game.

The Space Gate linked to the Plague God Country served as the spawn point for monsters in the game, while the towering Alchemy Towers behind the city walls were the defense towers.

Then, the warriors on the walls, the crossbows, the siege crossbows, etc., were all tools to hunt and kill the beasts.

Lide was the weak point of this entire tower defense game; if these monsters breached the frontline defenses and reached this vulnerability, the game would be over…

What was especially interesting was that killing these monsters in the tower defense game yielded considerable benefits, with each fallen Fierce Half-ratman signifying an increase in the Power of Death within the Land of Bone-Burying.

Furthermore, as the Power of Death increased, new buildings and troops could be unlocked–the twelve-tier White Bone Altar and the Frost Giant Dragon.

Unfortunately, Shadow High Priest Emi and the level 18 Beastman King Kapp were unaware of the existence of tower defense games; they were fully focused on ensuring Lide wasn't threatened by the Fierce Half-ratmen.

The Plague God's assaults grew increasingly frenzied as Lide sped up the consumption of Divine Power.

On June 10th, Lide, buried beneath the bones, remained motionless.

However, a sudden change that day sent a chill through the Child of the North, Grot, who was responsible for overseeing the battle.

An extremely dark and evil aura emanated from the Divine Country of the Plague God, and the space rift, initially 30 blades long, was slowly widened to 40 blades, with its height increasing from 10 blades to 15 blades.

It was just a slight extension, but the entire First Circle defensive line immediately suffered immense pressure.

Countless Fierce Half-ratmen poured out from the Space Gate like locusts, roaring and surging forth, and only frantic magical support from the wooden towers behind the high walls barely mitigated the rush of pressure brought by these creatures.

Layers upon layers of Fierce Half-ratmen corpses had piled up on the ground,

Grot, with access to the Land of Bone-Burying, had lost count of how many times the ground had sunk today, but it still wasn't enough–it only took minutes for mounds of corpses, seven or eight blades high, to accumulate.

The scene was both maniacal and terrifying.

The Land of Bone-Burying had become a hellish existence at this moment, where death was as simple as breathing or blinking.

Moreover, after over a month of slaughter, the land had long become a Land of Corruption where Lide cultivated the Death Flower.

Skeletons had been stained with fresh blood, and flesh had turned into sludge.

It was foreseeable that after the war's end, this Land of Corruption would be much higher in rank than the one previously created using piggery waste.

It was also fortunate that the Land of Bone-Burying devoured the souls of the dead Fierce Half-ratmen, otherwise, it would have certainly birthed powerful ghosts.

Time flowed to June 20th, and the Land of Bone-Burying continued to maintain its previous carnage.

The Fierce Half-ratmen never slowed their assault. It seemed as if the tens of thousands of daily casualties didn't exist at all. No one knew how many Half-ratmen the Plague God had enslaved.

The bone-covered ground where Lide was located remained silent.

But the warriors stationed around increasingly felt a terrible presence brewing underground, as if an ancient giant dragon was about to break through its shell.

The frightful aura below could no longer be contained, overflowing in waves.

And with the changing aura of Lide, the Fierce Half-ratmen grew even more ferocious.

The Plague God's response–expand the Space Gate once again.

The 40-blade width was stretched by another 10 blades by the Plague God, reaching 50 blades, with its height also breaking through 20 blades.

The Space Gate, which previously only allowed level 10 Fierce Half-ratmen through, began showing level 11 and level 12 Fierce Half-ratmen.

This dealt an unimaginable blow to the already heavily pressed defensive walls.

The First Circle defensive line was on the verge of falling.

Chapter end