I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 383: 385: Forcibly Seizing the Evil God's Head, A Storm is Coming (9600 words)

Chapter 383: Chapter 385: Forcibly Seizing the Evil God’s Head, A Storm is Coming (9600 words)

It must be said that Lide’s strategy of using a human body to snatch the treasures of Risier City was very effective.

Although the identity of Lord Ilo in the underworld of Green City was well known, people are always like this, they only believe what they want to believe.

At this moment, Lide, emanating holy light, was filled with a commanding presence that forced people to submit.

If someone loudly pointed out, “This is a vampire,” outsiders who heard it would just scoff.

Have you ever seen a vampire who could wield the power of Holy Light?

Such a statement would shut the opponent up instantly. As a purely dark life form, how could a vampire possibly use the power of Holy Light?? Even the most naive child wouldn’t utter such words.

If today’s act was carried out in the guise of a vampire, the effect would undoubtedly be different.

“Duke O’Kelly, it is said that the identity of Lord Ilo is that of a wicked vampire… Your opinion?”

The bishop hurriedly interjected, addressing the increasingly fanatic Duke O’Kelly.

Most high-ranking nobles in Green City knew about the vampire, and logically, with so many sects of the Light Attribute present, shouldn’t someone have exterminated the vampire by now?

But the world is never simply black or white. The western district, although a haven of sin, is also intertwined with the interests of each sect.

If there is no darkness, what is the purpose of light?

Without the evil of the western district, how would these foolish commoners ever appreciate the value of worshipping the divine?

Thus, the existence of the western district seemed unthinkable, yet so bizarrely justified.

Moreover, the legendary Lord Ilo is above the transcendental… no one in their right mind would want to provoke a dark life, not guilty of any grave sin, and unmatched in power.

Therefore, the higher-ups of Green City have always turned a blind eye to the evil in the western district…

“A vampire?” Duke O’Kelly frowned, “Do you think a magnificent being capable of wielding Holy Light Power could be a vampire?”

“But this is something witnessed by countless people, and the intelligence reports that the individual even guided the heart-eating demon Wales to transcend…”

“No buts, I’ve never heard of a vampire that isn’t corrupted by the Holy Light Power, let alone able to control it.”

Duke O’Kelly spoke gravely to the bishop, “Maybe you don’t understand, but legend has it that some beings of immense power incarnate as mortals to seek breakthroughs and to experience life anew…

The great Life Goddess once walked the earth as a mortal, enduring disease and pain, experiencing the joys and sorrows of life.

Could not such a powerful existence as Lord Ilo incarnate as a vampire?

For a powerful divine being, disguising as a dark life is not difficult at all—learning a few spells of dark magic would suffice, but a vampire controlling the Holy Light is impossible!”

…

The bishop was at a loss for words, unable to refute. The myth that the Life Goddess once incarnated as a human on the Main Plane and experienced the full spectrum of human life was well known and highly respected by all beings. How could he deny it?

“Bishop, it’s our fortune that such a person appears in Green City…”

Seeing that the bishop did not argue, a glint appeared in Duke O’Kelly’s eyes.

“If we can receive the protection of Lord Ilo, then even if we cannot gain the power of the Evil God, it would be enough to ensure the survival of Green City in the face of the looming horrific disaster!”

In Duke O’Kelly’s eyes, Lide was like a savior, carrying the future of Green City.

It seemed absurd, but Duke O’Kelly’s emotions were not difficult to understand.

Knowing that great changes were imminent and even the southern province faced destruction, he had missed that last chance.

But in a time of despair, someone descended like a Heavenly God and saved everything, reigniting hope, the emotional turbulence was hard for others to comprehend.

The bishop opened his mouth but then closed it again, not knowing what to say, as the situation was now beyond their control.

At this time, Lide paid no mind to the small actions of others. After casually dispatching a level 19 Beast Bimong, his gaze swept over the crowd.

His eyes turned cold as he observed the army below battling the fierce Half-Ratman.

The Power of Faith was running low, leaving him little time. He wouldn’t have time to attend to the Centaurs when he could no longer control the Evil God.

His gaze quickly found Sam, the chief of the Iron Hoof Tribe, covered in blood-stained armor, and transmitted a message to him alone.

“The Evil God is about to descend, withdraw at maximum speed, and ignore everything else!”

Lide’s chilling words made Sam perceive the threat, and he immediately began ordering the troops below to retreat.

“Centaur Army, retreat at full speed!”

After extensive training, the centaurs had deeply ingrained the notion that military orders were iron laws; once an order was given, it had to be followed no matter how unusual.

The remaining 110,000 centaurs began to retreat under their leaders’ commands, and the Giant Army also started to pull back at the same time.

This army truly embodied absolute obedience.

The fierce half-ratmen gushing from the Divine Country still wanted to pursue the centaurs, these servants of the divine seemed almost endless, impossible to eradicate.

Lide frowned, a slight wave of his right hand unleashed a terrifying force like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami sweeping in.

Then, under everyone’s watchful eyes, within a hundred blades’ radius around the Black Altar, the fierce half-ratmen burst apart as if smashed by a huge hammer.

Pfft~

Limbs and fragments flew through the air, the scene resembling a devil conducting a massacre in Bloody Hell, chilling to the bone.

Lide’s gaze was indifferent and untroubled. Battle-hardened, he was long accustomed to death and blood; a stern ruler forged in fire and blood.

A towering monarch.

He called upon the power of the Divine Country to seal off this space, preventing the half-ratmen from escaping. Then, without further care, Lide turned to face Emi, placing his right hand back on Emi’s forehead.

The divine power he had just gathered from the Black Altar surged into him.

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