I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 172: Chapter 173: All for His Majesty
 

After Grot left, Withered Bone also departed from the house, his heart brimming with impatience.

The disadvantages of the organization’s loose structure were blatantly exposed at this moment. Without strong constraints, these powerful members simply didn’t care about the thoughts of others.

Moreover, they were beings from the Evil Camp, who had always acted without any scruples.

The room became silent immediately after the departure of the two, the atmosphere left behind from the previous scene was far from good.

Viscount Bernard shook his head—the rules of the Dark Contract were just like this. Apart from him, the chairman, no one dared to question them, and to earn respect from other members, strength was the only way.

“I think no one is in the mood to continue exchanging goods. If you have someone you wish to trade with, please find them privately.”

After a pause, Viscount Bernard’s face slowly turned serious.

“In five days, on the fourteenth of May, I will open the Space Gate to the abyss.”

Lide, who was acting like a little lackey behind Emi, felt his heart skip a beat at these words, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Open the Space Gate to the abyss? Is the Dark Contract planning to conquer Green City?

“Whether it’s the Extraordinary Existences from Green City or other Advanced Professionals, after the Space Gate is opened, they will inevitably be attracted by the evil atmosphere of the abyss,

and by that time, the emptied Green City will become the territory of the Dark Contract!”

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“In the abyss, I have already stationed demons with enough power, although they cannot kill Extraordinary Existences, but…”

Viscount Bernard swept a gaze across the crowd, his eyes flickering with intense ambition, “The demons will help us buy time,

and once the Space Gate opens, that will be the best time for us to strike!”

Those profound eyes held a fanaticism that outsiders could not understand.

“The gods above will ultimately fall, and the abyss will approach the world.

Darkness is eternal.”

Upon hearing this, the people present exchanged excited glances, all becoming thrilled.

After plotting for several months, they were finally about to reap the rewards.

Attacking a city protected by Transcendents, what a crazy yet delightful deed.

Lide watched Viscount Bernard, his face full of excitement, with eyes filled with incomprehension.

Just for the Crimson Mage Tower, was it worth it for this Level 19 being, so close to being Transcendent, commanding several Level 15 Dark Bosses, to pay such a huge price?

First, they used the power of the Evil God to create weapons that block the power of Divine Artifacts, then spent months planning to open a Space Gate to the abyss, just to draw away the Transcendents within Green City…

Is the Crimson Mage Tower really that attractive?

Doubts and confusion filled Lide’s eyes, and his wariness towards the situation increased, but the scarcity of information left him unable to more accurately judge Viscount Bernard’s motives.

The pressure in his heart climbed steadily.

He had only five days left.

His eyes flickered with a touch of cold light, as he once again adjusted his original plan—he had to make a stand now.

There was no turning back this time.

Lide’s biggest advantage right now was that—the seemingly hunted Crimson Mage Tower was now hidden in the dark, and the Dark Contract, seemingly lurking in the shadows, had all their plans laid bare before him.

And this was a very critical step that would determine the outcome of the battle.

Thinking of this, Lide couldn’t help but take a deep look at Emi, thanking the blasphemer who’d been blessed by the Goddess of Luck.

At this moment, he really wondered if the other party had indeed been blessed by the Divine, for his journey had been filled with luck all along.

However, the title “blasphemer” really was…

After Viscount Bernard left with his eyes full of fervor, the members of the Dark Contract began to disperse.

Due to Withered Bone’s scheming, the meeting ended unsuccessfully.

Lide, who had attended the meeting, noticed some subtle flaws under the seemingly invincible strength of the Dark Contract.

This infiltration into enemy territory brought significant gain.

“Lord Emi, please wait a moment.”

As Lide was preparing to leave the house following Emi, Viscount Bernard, who suddenly seemed to notice something as he watched Lide’s back, raised his eyebrows and called out to stop them.

Lide’s body stiffened suddenly, his eyes flashed with a chill, and in that moment, he was almost ready to fight.

But fortunately, Viscount Bernard’s next sentence arrived.

“I would like to have a talk with you.”

Two mysterious figures hidden beneath their cloaks glanced at Lide and Emi with a touch of curiosity before turning and leaving.

Inside the luxurious room, in the blink of an eye, only three were left.

Lide silently followed behind Emi. Although his face was calm, his magic power was slowly being fed into the magic model.

Viscount Bernard approached with a thick smile.

He looked at Lide with meaningful eyes, “I haven’t asked yet, who might you be?”

Lide’s heart tightened.

With a smile crossing his mind, he said.

“Bloodline, Ilo, I am honoured to receive your greeting, respected Viscount Bernard.”

Viscount Bernard nodded slightly, showing a friendly smile.

“Ilo, it seems I have heard your name somewhere before, quite a fine young man.”

After finishing his words, he turned to Emi.

“Lord Emi, why has the Knight Temple suddenly started hunting you? Did the Dark Contract expose your identity?”

Emi narrowed her eyes slightly and nodded.

“Viscount Bernard, I carelessly revealed my skills as a Shadow Priest, which the bishop discovered. After an inspection by the Knight God, they saw through my disguise, and for this…”

She didn’t finish her sentence, leaving the rest for Viscount Bernard to surmise.

Viscount Bernard nodded with understanding and a hint of regret, “How regrettable. Perhaps you should have asked us for support…”

“Thank you for your kindness, but the matter is already in the past, and I have obtained eternal life at the border. In fact, I should thank them for their pursuit.”

“Lord Emi’s magnanimity would impress even the Divine.”

“I think we should not dwell on the past. Instead, I am more interested in the Twelve Magic Scrolls. Perhaps under the leadership of Viscount Bernard, we might have a chance to touch the glory of a Divine Artifact.”

“Lord Emi, I believe you will not be disappointed. Divine Artifacts will undoubtedly appear in your hands, I guarantee it in my name.”

Lide watched from the side with a cold eye.

Both of them were seasoned figures, their few light words full of probing, clarification, goodwill, and solicitation, a complete cycle.

And these words seemed entirely normal to an outsider.

After several invisible probes, the two exchanged a few more words, and finally, Viscount Bernard looked at Lide and said something profound.

“Lord Ilo, the power in your bloodline is truly admirable.”

“All thanks to Lord Emi’s cultivation,” Lide replied, slightly bowing, his complexion showing no change at all.

Viscount Bernard, who had been watching him closely, was somewhat disappointed, saying with a smile at the end: “The Dark Contract needs a genius like Lord Ilo to join. Welcome to our ranks.”

“It is my honour.”

With that, the two turned and left.

Once Lide had left, Viscount Bernard’s shadow suddenly moved as if it were alive.

A chilling voice came from the shadow a moment later.

“Such rich bloodline power, Viscount Bernard, is he really just a Bloodline descendant?”

The voice was like a cold wind blowing through an empty cavern, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Viscount Bernard turned to look at the shadow, twisting on the ground under the warm yellow glow of the magic lamp, on a carpet embroidered with golden tulips and swans, and spoke indifferently.

“No, it doesn’t matter, a vampire is of no use to us at all.

What I want are the Twelve Magic Scrolls.”

“But the Twelve Magic Scrolls are still in that person’s hands…” The shadow grew more ferocious, creating all sorts of bizarre and unsettling shapes on the ground.

“Silence, we absolutely cannot lose the Twelve Magic Scrolls. They are essential for His Eminence’s return from the abyss, no matter whose hands they’re in, no matter the cost, we must obtain them.”

Upon hearing the term ‘His Eminence,’ the shadow trembled uncontrollably.

“As you wish, my master, all for His Eminence…”