The game has become a real alternate world

Blood City.

Previously known as the Safro Royal Capital.

Within that gloomy place, inside the towering castle.

Prince Walter looked at his father on the balcony.

The King of the Blood Race stared into the night sky, watching the swarm of bats fluttering in the darkened sky.

"Father... you should know, right?" Walter asked.

The King of the Blood Race didn't even turn his head, only asked, "Oh? What are you talking about?" His voice was flat, as if devoid of any emotion.

"Those beings from beyond the world, those strange and powerful entities," Walter said, referring, of course, to what the masses called the "Evil Gods."

At this moment, he could no longer hold back and had to ask his father.

"Oh, you mean them, what's the matter?" He seemed not at all surprised and even didn't think there was any point in asking about it.

Facing his father's indifferent attitude, Wolft rarely frowned.

His voice became solemn and grave.

"They are, however, the enemies of the world."

"Yes, I know." The King of the Blood Race nodded.

Facing his most satisfactory offspring, he always exhibited the greatest tolerance and patience.

"Then why, why allow them to darkly spread their faith within the army?" Wolft rarely added a tone of anger to his words to his father.

Wolft was a bit puzzled; he was aware, he had already discovered that some soldiers or officers in the army of the Blood Race had begun to believe in some strange existences.

Not only these officers, but also the upper nobility.

Yet noblemen believing in Evil Gods was normal, these vile creatures always did so.

However, there were too many, even spreading within the army of the Blood Race.

It can be said that countless powerful and strange eyes had already set their sights on this nascent evil race.

Wolft never denied that the Blood Race was a race perceived as absolutely evil by the public.

"Don't worry about them, they are all just... failures. The perfect race I envision wouldn't be like them.

It's close, almost there, just the final part left."

The King of the Blood Race spoke with a voice filled with impatient excitement.

From his words, it seemed he wasn't even concerned about those Blood Races who believed in Evil Gods.

After all, the current Blood Race was only nearing perfection, and what the King of the Blood Race wanted was true perfection, requiring a complete Stone of Creation.

By then, only the chosen among the Blood Race would qualify to walk this path.

All others would be the abandoned, even as they fall into the embrace of Evil Gods.

Seeing his father like this, Wolft said nothing more, only slightly bowed and then left.

Once Wolft left, the King of the Blood Race turned around.

Looking at the empty rear.

"My child, it seems that becoming a king is not a good choice; responsibility and power have corrupted your dreams."

Wolft walked down the empty corridor of the Royal Palace, the crisp sound of his footsteps echoing within.

He seriously stared ahead.

"Father has gone mad; he actually thinks he can control the Evil Gods, can escape those vile existences," he thought to himself.

Evil Gods were not a new existence; it's only that as the dark prophecies of the world's end draw nearer.

The presence of Evil Gods was growing more rampant, and in this world, they had never been truly banished before.

They always set their sights on beautiful things, turning them into corruption and decay.

No world can exempt itself from their reach.

Such existences, regardless of their motives, should all be utterly terminated.

Trying to negotiate with them, or even attempting to use their power to achieve one's goals, is the folly of arrogance.

All those who think themselves smart enough to resist corruption inevitably end up as pawns under the Evil Gods.

"The old fool, really let his mind rot while sleeping," Wolft spat vehemently.

"No way, I have to find a way to break free."

Wolft absolutely could not accept the existence of the Evil Gods, let alone any connection to them.

The evil races that still survived in this world were like this.

Though they were vulnerable to being corrupted by Evil Gods in general, the race as a whole wouldn't go out of their way to befriend them; it was only because they couldn't resist the corruption when it came.

The evil and corrupt lifestyle naturally became the breeding ground for the faith in Evil Gods.

...

Gray Mountain Range.

On a deserted mountaintop, two or three dozen beings with giant bat wings were gathered here.

The leader was the "Intruder" born from the previous ritual, hailing from beyond the world.

A demon.

At this moment, he was playing with a skull in his hand, and the size of this skull seemed slightly smaller than that of a normal human. It also appeared more compactly fused than a human skull.

In front of this demon were his devout followers, the Blood Race Knights who summoned him.

But now these Blood Race Knights had long since lost their blood race appearance, resembling demons more.

"My lord, why are you so obsessed with these Dwarves?" asked the Blood Race demon named Fidio.

Facing his question.

The demon extended a long, soft tongue, licking fiercely the Dwarf skull he played with.

"Hehahahahaha, because these Dwarves, their veins flow with Demon's Blood!"

...

"What? Flowing with Demon's Blood?" Lurik exclaimed.

Not only him, but the surrounding Dwarves, including Alyris, all wore faces of shock.