I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 424

Chapter 424: Chapter 426: Snake Clan God, The Ambition to Slay a God

In the dim environment, bloated poison snake tattoos intertwined with one another like balls of yarn, their long, slender, and cold eyes fixated on the sky.

Every hiss emitted with each lash of their forked tongues was enough to make even battle-hardened veterans' hair stand on end as tens of thousands of poison snakes hissed in unison.

This unbroken stretch of land, merely over twenty kilometers across, swiftly approached its center under the flight of a unicorn.

There stood a Black Altar, ten blades long and three blades high, with no snakes within a thousand blades of it, as if the altar was a taboo for the venomous creatures.

Around the altar, carvings of poison snakes with open mouths and sharp tusks twisted into grotesque and unsettling effigies, brimming with the aura of exotic city-states.

Even more chilling were the ruby eyes embedded in each carving, these magic energy filled gemstones seemingly breathing new life into the sculptures, making the poison snake reliefs appear alive and entwined around the Black Altar.

This sight, capable of halting a person's heart, rendered the already sinister altar even more terrifying.

It wasn't just ordinary people who would be unnerved–the sight of the altar made even Lide's eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

Great terror was brewing.

This altar seemed like a coffin lid pressing down on the abyss, as if any disturbance could swing open the gates to the abyss that contained a fearsome Evil God.

And as the group drew within a thousand blades' distance of the Black Altar, catching sight of the crimson eyes of the snake sculptures,

a profoundly malevolent Hell Profanity burst forth from the land.

“Death…”

“Destruction…”

“Slaughter…”

“Brutality…”

“Darkness…”

The blasphemous language, which delved deep into the soul, burst forth word by word, its elongated tones and echoing cadence so chilling it was as if one's skull had been pried open.

Glory's three great evil tongues: Hell Profanity, Undead Profanity, and Abyss Profanity, each packed with a strong Spirit Attack, could strip an ordinary person of their sanity, turning them into a bloodthirsty madman upon hearing these malevolent words.

The blasphemous language Lide mastered, which belonged to an ancient era inhabited by Divine Monsters, was no less potent than the three great evil tongues.

Yet even so, he felt immense pressure under the assault that devoured the soul.

It was Divine Pressure.

A direct hit to the soul.

And the surrounding Elves were even worse off, their complexions pale and their breaths irregular.

These Upper Races had already lost a significant part of their combat capability even without seeing the enemy.

“Lord, the evil aura here severely suppresses the Elves; the Abyss Profanity resonates within our souls, inescapable…

The last time we approached this altar, its sinister aura had already affected us…”

Aire's voice trembled unnaturally. Her green eyes held disgust, clearly uncomfortable with the environment.

In fact, if it weren't for the abyssal aura here hindering the Elves' potential, they might not have needed Lide's assistance…

Hearing this, Lide's eyes narrowed, and a glint of sharpness passed by.

The closer they got to the Poison Snake Altar, the more intense the Abyss Profanity became. He even wondered if standing beside the altar would cause the Elves to lose their minds completely and fall to become servants of the Evil God.

“You all retreat from this area and set up a contingency on the floating islands. I will personally unveil the seal.”

These Elves were an inconvenience for using the Bloodline's methods, and moreover, they seemed too heavily affected by the Abyss Profanity, potentially impeding the upcoming battle.

“Yes, Lord.”

Aire sighed with relief and did not object. Their agreement with Lide was just that: he would unveil the seal, and they would set up a Magic Array to counter the surge when the Evil God broke free.

Lide shouldered the main risk of this plan, so if the siege was successful, all the spoils from the relic would be his to claim, with the Elves entitled to only a small portion of the Divine Stones.

After the Elves departed, Lide turned his gaze to the Sealed Land.

His eyes cold with murderous intent.

His presence shifted suddenly as the locks on his Bloodline were lifted, activating the Ancestor Bloodline.

That power surged like a tidal wave, filling every vein and muscle in his body instantaneously.

The space around even distorted and contorted.

When Lide released the Bloodline aura from his body, the influence of that exceptionally evil Abyssal blasphemy language on him plummeted to freezing point.

In terms of evil, the Bloodline was not inferior to Abyss Demons; the only difference between them was one embodied chaotic evil while the other represented lawful evil.

He was already in the Abyss, so what talk was there of falling into evil?

“Asreaga, go see if there are any hidden mechanisms or traps around… Don't capsize in the gutter.”

With great skill comes great courage, Lide, with his talent for resurrection and the terrifying recovery power of an Undying Body, feared no threats before him.

Asreaga, hidden in the Dimension Space, immediately disappeared beside him after responding.

This Divine Monster, who devoured the spatial talent of a Bronze Dragon and absorbed half the Plane Power from the Spider Plane, found mastering space as simple and natural as breathing. Not even the Demigod level crab outside could detect Asreaga, which spoke volumes about his fearsome ability.

After the Divine Monster left, Lide didn't hesitate and floated directly down towards the hard ground below, while the Unicorn he left behind went crazy and flew outside as if electrocuted.

But just when it had flown less than a hundred blades distance, the Unicorn's pure eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and the entire steed instantly became imbued with evil.

This Level 12 Elf Unicorn hadn't survived even a few breaths before its soul was devoured by the Abyssal blasphemy language, and at that moment had fallen into an Abyssal Unicorn.

A terrifying place of Death.

Lide took a look at the Unicorn that was falling into decadence, his mouth twitching slightly–this was too fast, over before it even started. It seemed his vigor indeed required continued supplementation…

He shook his head, too lazy to care about a mere steed, and refocused his gaze upon the Poison Snake Altar.

His peripheral vision also surveyed the surroundings, the only thing that made him frown was that the Divine Stone he was searching for only existed around the altar.

He stepped forward, the closer he got to the altar, the stronger the impact of the surrounding Abyssal blasphemies.

But by now he had nearly become immune; the rich Abyssal aura didn't make him feel uncomfortable, instead, it was rather pleasant, like soaking in a warm bath.

It seemed like this was the most suitable place for him to be.

Approaching the Poison Snake Altar bit by bit, Lide could feel the cold aura emanating from within the altar.

It was as if a lethal snake hidden in the shadows with narrow eyes was fixating on him, ready to strike fatally at any moment.

And the serpent effigies on the altar, following the echoes of the Abyssal blasphemy, became even more lifelike, hundreds of serpents seemed as if they had come to life, writhing and twisting about, an unspeakable terror.

Fifty blades, thirty blades, twenty blades…

When Lide entered within ten blades range, the impact of that evil aura on him reached its zenith.

“Death… Slaughter… Dark… Bloody…”

One after another, the dragging intonations of the Abyssal Profanity directly assaulted the soul.

Lide furrowed his brows tighter, looking at the serpent effigies on the altar that seemed to have come to life, his gaze grew even colder.

The pure Power of Faith had long been retracted within him, and now he was enveloped in a gray force–the Dark Faith Power.

This Power contributed by Dark Life now fully cloaked his body, completely isolating the horrifying impact.

But Lide's approach to the altar seemed to have completely enraged the evil presence that was sealed there; it sensed his aura.

“The scent of the God of Twilight…”

The cold tone carried a terrifying ferocity, shrill and jarring.

Lide's advancing steps halted, his eyes showing a trace of gravity.

The God of Twilight?

This Evil God actually knew the source of his Power of Faith.

Although the Power of Faith he acquired in the Underworld wasn't enough for him to activate the Twilight Godhood, he had always carried the Godhood with him, and the Dark Faith Power he obtained was also in the name of the God of Twilight.

Even if he did not activate the Twilight Godhood, over time, he might also come to possess the Twilight Divine Position, although this level of control might be extremely low, for example, 0.1%.

“Hehehehe… you ant who steals Divine Power…

Your soul does not have the oscillations of the God of Twilight…”

Then the evil voice suddenly changed, becoming angry.

“Wretched ant, who gave you the courage to come to the great altar of the Snake Clan God?? You are courting death!”

Lide's step halted, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“The fool is sealed and yet still talks tough?”

Suppressing emotions that were constantly assailed by the Abyssal Undead Profanity, he strode forward, ignoring the power that nearly eroded his soul, and placed his hand on the Poison Snake Altar.

Dark Faith Power began to swarm out.

To break the seal, besides finding the correct method, a simpler approach was–using brute force to shatter it.

Lide's Twilight Sect attribute panel showed that his Dark Faith Power had exceeded 300,000, giving him the capital to contend with the sealed Evil God.

The colossal Power of Faith was like a dam thousands of feet tall collapsing, the violent power rushing out unrestrainedly.

Divine Stones enhanced the control over Divine Positions, a treasure of inestimable value, making any sacrifice worth it.

Not to mention, inside this divine relic, there surely wouldn't be only the Divine Stones of value. As long as he could take control of this place, the gains could very well surpass those from the battle of Risier City.

Power of Faith could be reaccumulated without believers, but if this opportunity were missed, there would never be another chance.

“How, how is this possible, damned thief, how can you possess such immense Power of Faith?!!”

The cold and evil voice was filled with incredulity as it echoed through the air, full of frustration and haste.

The Snake Clan God had sensed Lide's soul fluctuations after he revealed his true self. Initially regarding him with disdain due to his mere Transcendent aura, the Snake Clan God was quickly suppressed and ground against the ground.

Dark Faith Power surged out and enveloped the Poison Snake Altar, where the ruby-encrusted snake reliefs slowly dimmed as if they were struck a fatal blow.

“Damned thief!! Lowly burglar!! You will not succeed!!”

The Snake Clan God's tone grew angrier as it felt the erosion of the Power of Faith.

For a divine being, the most lethal threat was the Power of Faith, as this power was the origin power of all divinities, only possessed and fatally wounded by divinities.

If Lide had used Magic Power to erode the altar, it would have been merely a great supplement for him, posing no threat at all.

As Lide infested the Poison Snake Altar with the Power of Faith, his pitch-black pupils began to glow.

He could feel that the seal inside the altar was about to collapse, an alarming power stirring restlessly.

However, unlike the time when the God of Plague broke his seal in Risier City, the Snake Clan God's power was extremely weak now–at least more than ten times weaker than God of Plague when trapped.

This discovery made Lide, who was originally very wary of the Snake Clan God, feel his heart pounding faster.

A bold idea rose in his mind.

Perhaps, this was an opportunity for a significant feat.

God-killing.

Once this thought took hold, it spread like wildfire.

Root's firsthand observation confirmed that the long seal had weakened the Snake Clan God's power to the extreme.

He could still feel the lavlike power sealed within the altar, still raging and surging.

But he now had a sense of control, whereas he felt helpless when facing the God of Plague under similar circumstances before.

Of course, this might be related to his breakthrough to Transcendent, but regardless, the fact that the Snake Clan God's strength was far below his expectations was settled.

If initially, he only planned to stall for time to let the Main Plane's will expel this Evil God into the Abyss after breaking the seal, thereby claiming the relic's treasures,

Now, sensing the weakness of the Snake Clan God, his ambition swelled wildly, his gaze turning colder.

He wanted to kill this sealed Evil God.

Then, the Divine Status and Divine Power of his opponent would become his spoils of war.

And there was a critical point: the Snake Clan God was not an Ancient Evil God. Its power was evil, but it hadn't the essence of the ancient.

In other words, this was just a sealed Evil God, not one of the past epoch's Ancient Evil Gods.

This was crucial.

Ancient Evil Gods emerged with the eras, but the Snake Clan God did not.

With this in mind, Lide's Dark Faith Power surged even more violently.

The aura emitted by the Snake Clan God began to falter under Lide's relentless onslaught.

On Lide's attribute panel, his Dark Faith Power was plummeting by thousands of points every few breaths.

If he didn't possess the Power of Faith, even a Legendary Strongman would face nothing but defeat when facing the Snake Clan God.

But Lide's strength was of the same Level as the Snake Clan God's Power of Faith, and his Power of Faith was even stronger than that of the Snake Clan God who had been sealed for countless ages.

One was a weak deity that had declined due to the sealing for innumerable years, while the other was like the morning sun rising in the east.

The two sides were inherently unequal, their forces clashing wildly within the Poison Snake Altar.

“You can't kill me! You lowly thief, once I break the seal, I will pierce your throat with my fangs, consume your flesh with my venom, corrode your skeleton…”

As the collision intensified, the Snake Clan God became increasingly aware of Lide's Soul Power and was both shocked and enraged by this man who hadn't even reached Legendary status!

A Transcendent dared to challenge him, and it even looked like he wanted to devour and kill him!!

How could this be tolerated!

Feeling a profound challenge, the enraged Snake Clan God unleashed all his might to strike, trying to break the seal and at the same time combat Lide's erosion.

The clash between the two made the earth's snakes turn their heads towards the altar, emitting a scream so harsh it was like sandpaper being dragged across a wall, causing one's scalp to tingle.

And the Hellish Profanity echoing through the sky grew even more tumultuous, so much so that the Elves who had already departed from this land changed color dramatically.

Andabella's eyes, shimmering with a faint silver hue, looked into the distance, the light flickering in them uncertainly.

Her Blood Cloak, which fluttered without wind as the aberration arose, now diffused a faint bloody energy that enveloped all the Elves around her, isolating them from the soul-shaking Undead Profanity.

“Hurry up the preparations, Lord Ilo has already begun to make his move.”

Upon hearing this, several Elves stopped hesitating and started taking action, as they had made enough preparations to explore the divine relics.

If not for the profound suppression of the Abyssal aura on the Elves, they even had confidence in their own power to excavate this site.

Betty, sensing something, stepped forward as the Elves set up around her, her tone tinged with confusion.

“Andabella, do you know Lord Ilo?”

Andabella glanced at the girl beside her and softened her expression slightly, as if thinking of something.

“I don't know.”

“Don't know?” Betty looked puzzled. What kind of answer was that? She didn't even know if she recognized him or not?

“Yes,” Andabella replied, hesitancy flickering in her eyes, “After my Bloodline awakened, I could sense a lot… Lord Ilo's soul energy feels like a certain friend of mine, but I can't be certain.”

Betty looked at Andabella thoughtfully and unusually pressed on with a question.

“What was your relation to that friend?”

“Relation…” Andabella appeared a bit lost. Indeed, what was the relation? He had saved her… and that seemed to be all.

“He… saved my life, and also, he took away my clanspeople.”

When the Beastmen had overrun Risier City, Dawn City was in dire need of talents, and many members of the Risier family had been abducted by Lide, which was a major reason Andabella had been searching for him.

Betty fell silent upon hearing this, her eyes filling with doubt, but she did not speak further.

While the two conversed, the collision between Lide and the Snake Clan God became much more intense.

Grey Faith Power and green Divine Power intertwined above the Poison Snake Altar, the space around them materially distorting as if twined like twisted dough.

Though the two seemed evenly matched, the curl of Lide's lips revealed his growing confidence.

For he sensed that, as the stalemate continued, the Snake Clan God's power began to decline.

And this was just minutes after it had only begun.

This indicated how much the opponent's strength had degenerated.

To slay a god… didn't seem impossible.

This thought surged within him.

Killing intent skyrocketed.

The Snake Clan God also felt the approaching crisis, and an indescribable despair took hold in his heart.

How could a Transcendent push him to such a brink?!

This Vampire was merely Transcendent!!!

Chapter end