I Became the Progenitor Vampire

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Fog, endless fog.

Lide had not expected that the quest to find the Thunder Tribe would face so many obstacles.

Not only were there bizarre underground creatures that had never been seen before launching surprise attacks, but there was also highly corrosive poison fog and now, suddenly rising fog.

“Master, in foggy weather, it is best not to travel far, as many weird creatures appear in this weather, and the danger increases more than tenfold…”

Castro’s large body stood like a stout hill, stably blocking the wind from the front, but it could not block the rotting stench that smelled like decaying food.

“The foggy weather will last about a week, during which many creatures that normally lie quietly in the mud waiting for prey will actively hunt in the fog.”

Lide nodded at the dense fog rolling outside and didn’t say much.

After coming out of the swamp broadland where he had encountered the Three-headed Flying Dragon Lord, it took less than a Sunshine Hour for the swamp to start filling with fog.

To prevent danger, he quickly found a dry, hard piece of land to settle and had the 19th Level Divine Monster, Asreaga, clear the area of monsters and some hidden risks.

“Dylan, how many days can our supplies last?”

Level 12 second-generation Bloodline Dylan stepped forward, responding solemnly.

“Your Highness, according to your orders, we have carried enough Magic Blood for the entire squad to consume for a month.”

Although Magic Language Bats usually satisfy their food needs with common meat, Magic Blood, as a higher grade of energy, can completely replace common meat, so they only carried Magic Blood when they left.

Magic Blood had transformed from fresh blood into a Magic Potion, containing vast energy, and after being developed by the Dawn Mage Tower, it could now be kept in specially made crystal bottles for three months without spoiling.

This greatly reduced the logistical pressure on the Bloodline.

Moreover, crucially, once he realized that Demon Crystal could be cultivated on a large scale to produce Magic Blood, he ordered that apart from the newly dug blood pools used for the Bloodline’s daily consumption, all other blood pools be completely sealed to cultivate Magic Blood.

With the development of the Magic Crystal Veins, these strategic supplies of Magic Blood were being mass-produced.

“Once the fog clears, we will move out; everyone stay alert, this is not Dawn City, danger could erupt at any moment.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

As time passed, the white mist not only did not disperse, but it grew denser, and just five Sunshine Hours later, even the distance of ten blades ahead was invisible.

In such conditions, Lide did not dare to lead his team rashly forward.

Finding the Thunder Tribe was very important but not urgent; he still had plenty of time.

The newly arrived players had not yet managed to leverage the power of his base, and it was already mid-November; Frost was coming, reducing the possibility of various military conflicts and other large-scale wars, so there would likely be no significant changes in the situation for some time.

And so he waited, for three days.

Lide took advantage of this rare downtime to study magic in the dangerous swamp.

Asreaga was in charge of keeping watch; the Divine Monster’s keen perception was even stronger than his, making the duty of a guard post not too difficult.

After merging with Thunder Domain of the Three-headed Flying Dragon Lord, Lide came up with new ideas about the Four Circle Magic called Thunder God Descent.

Especially the way the Three-headed Flying Dragon Lord channeled the thunder into his body gave him profound inspiration.

Thunder God Descent was a Magic improved by Legendary Spellcasters and possessed tremendous power.

However, as improved as it was, not all improvements were flawlessly perfect, at least Lide could clearly feel that there were many areas of this Magic that could be further refined.

After undergoing Bloodline Transformation, his control over Magic and Magic Affinity had reached an alarmingly high level.

Moreover, with the feature of the Divine Artifact Fragment he possessed which reduced Magic Rebound by 50%, Lide fearlessly began to refine the Four Circle Magic: Thunder God Descent.

If any Mage knew what Lide was doing at the moment, they would surely think he had gone mad.

Not to mention that improving Four Circle Magic without reaching Transcendent was an incredibly fanciful endeavor, doing it in such a dangerous environment was outright foolish.

But Lide had never cared for the so-called Spellcaster traditions. Would he care about this considering he dared to refine Mage’s Hand at Level 10?

Yet, the greatest difficulty was not the Magic Rebound but the high count of 2900 Magic Nodes in Thunder God Descent, which presented a tremendous challenge for him.

2900 points were linked in his mind through Magic Circuits, forming a three-dimensional irregular model.

Now, he not only needed to figure out how this complex irregular model worked, but also needed to optimize and refine this model composed of 2900 Magic Nodes—the workload was unimaginably huge.

Especially since he couldn’t utilize the power of Earth at the moment, which only increased the difficulty.

Under these circumstances, it was impossible for him to return to Earth and have the Crimson Moon Data Analysis Department help him analyze before coming back.

If something went amiss, he might end up soaking in the blood pool for another half a year.

But Lide continued to push the progress of the refinement with his strong Magic Affinity, albeit not as fast as before.

“Father God, there’s a presence approaching from afar…”

On the fourth morning as the fog rose, while Lide was pondering over how to optimize the Magic Nodes, Asreaga’s voice came to his ears.

He abruptly stopped his refining action, stood up, his expression filled with vigilance.

He looked toward the direction Asreaga pointed, with a chilly tone,

“Can you discern their power and numbers?”

Asreaga’s savage, Crimson Eyes showed a hint of contemplation before shaking his head after a moment.

“Unable to ascertain the numbers, but the aura is weak and uneven, they seem to be pursued…”

Chirp~

Suddenly, a sharp and peculiar bird cry sounded from the direction Asreaga was pointing, and beside him, Koso suddenly opened his one eye widely.

“Master, harpies… this is the call of a harpy…”

Oh?

Lide was intrigued; harpies were common underground creatures in the Underworld, possessing the wings and talons of an eagle, and the body of a human, who most enjoyed hunting in groups to kill weaker prey.

When hunting their enemies, they emitted soul-piercing screeches that confused the prey’s senses before swooping down with their talons to end the enemy’s life.

But harpies were most notorious for one aspect of their race—they particularly favored capturing handsome human males to forcefully mate and bear children.

Often, the more handsome the human male who mated with a harpy, the stronger the offspring that resulted.

Harpies were the nightmare of many adventurers exploring the Underworld, especially for those who were both handsome and strong, as they might have been targeted by a harpy the moment they appeared in the Underworld.

Many men who had been captured by the harpies and managed to escape never dared to enter the Underworld again. Whenever they heard the call of birds, their faces would turn pale, and they would subconsciously clutch at their lower bodies…

“Master, they are getting closer to us, and it’s not just harpies… Do you remember the pile of half-elf excrement we encountered on the ground several days ago when we met the Corrosive Dragonflies?”

Koso spoke up immediately upon hearing the approaching sounds.

“Are you saying that those being chased by the harpies are half-elves??”

Lide frowned, wondering how a group of half-elves, weak as they were verified by Asreaga, had managed to survive in the swamp.

“Yes, Master, it’s unbelievable that these weak half-elves could survive so long in the mist…” Koso was also surprised by this.

Lide did not initiate an attack; he leisurely waited for the group of half-elves to approach, for they were heading in their direction.

It was then that Barney Grey Claw felt utterly unfortunate.

Gray Iron Castle had chosen these 30 half-elf soldiers to search for the extremely rare Swamp Black Sheep, only to encounter the legendary Swamp Mist right after entering the muddy swamp.

Despair struck them as they waited for the mist to clear, only to encounter a group of harpies seeking food.

“Half-body God above, if I can get back to Gray Iron Castle, I will definitely resign from this damned Guard Officer position!!”

Barney looked back at the harpies screeching sharply, hidden behind the mist, enveloped in despair.

These damned harpies were too numerous; if not for the mist, which made fast flying risky for them, they would have all been killed already.

The muddy swamp was deadly dangerous in itself, and traveling through the mist was a sure death-trap. Of their original 30 companions, 16 had just died, leaving only 14… “Ah!! No!!” Now there were 13.

“Run faster, damn it, get away from those disgusting harpies! This is the muddy swamp, they face just as much danger here as we do!! If we run fast, they won’t be able to catch us!”

Barney’s sharp claws fiercely gripped the ground, and his body sprinted rapidly. The feathers covering the lower limbs of the half-elf became streamlined as he ran, speeding him up even more.

Half-elf, Barney Grey Claw.

“Ah!!! Save me…..”

As Barney yelled, another agonizing scream came from behind him, reducing their number to 12.

Hearing that heart-wrenching scream, blood slowly rose in Barney’s yellow eyes.

This could not go on; they had to die fighting, not chased like rats by a cat.

Just as he was about to order everyone to gather and make a last stand against the ghostly harpies, the ground under his feet suddenly became dry and hard.

A look of joy appeared on Barney’s face, and his running speed increased threefold; running in the mud and on hard ground were entirely different concepts.

He saw a glimmer of hope for escape.

But just as the half-elf charged onto this patch of dry, hard ground, his figure suddenly froze.

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