I Became the Progenitor Vampire-Chapter 297 - 299 Forceful Suppression I Saw an Angel
Chapter 297 -299: Forceful Suppression, I Saw an Angel (7200 words) Pure Combat Chapter
Chapter 297 -299: Forceful Suppression, I Saw an Angel (7200 words) Pure Combat Chapter
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The black sky was like an abyss that separated the heavens and the earth, and the vampires flapping their bat wings outside the sky curtain seemed like demons crawling out from the depths of the abyss.
Especially since they bore the obvious signs of a fierce battle, these few vampires were infused with a heart-trembling aura.
Lide took off from behind the bone dragon, flapping his wings, his dark and deep pupils measuring these kin with interest. It was his first encounter with any other Bloodline outside of the Holy Light Bloodline.
At this moment, he was quite curious.
These vampires didn’t look much different from each other, with a pair of fleshy bat wings flapping on their backs making a whooshing sound.
Handsome faces, slender figures, sharp tusks in their mouths, and crimson eyes with blood-chilling bloodlight in them.
But unlike the Holy Light Bloodline, the pupils of these other clan vampires were full of cruel murderous intent and the scent of blood.
Moreover, these vampires were exuding enmity, incredibly intense enmity.
Lide hadn’t even approached them when the five vampires’ icy intent to kill was like a knife grazing over his skin.
It seemed to warn him that one more step would face the cruelest of strikes.
Lide’s flying speed paused, his wings now still; he simply floated in mid-air, his gaze intense as he watched the five wary vampires in front of him.
He was considering how to deal with these obviously troublesome kin.
Marse Sari looked at this Bloodline vampire with an air of familiarity yet complete strangeness, his expression gravely solemn.
As the clan leader of the Sari Clan, he had come to this death cemetery in search of some high-level magic materials.
But he hadn’t expected the death cemetery to be extremely dangerous, and most of the over twenty Bloodline members he brought had been lost inside.
The terrible crisis had forced him to exit this mysterious and unknown dark sky curtain.
But unexpectedly, upon leaving, he encountered fellow clan members.
However, Marse Sari wasn’t feeling any closeness; instead, he immediately sensed a huge threat.
Because this unknown Bloodline actually enslaved a terribly imposing bone dragon, and also had an unidentified demon beast clad in armor.
What was more exaggerated was that there were two level 15 Bloodline vampires in the air approaching him.
Marse’s hairs on his back stood up.
Just after losing a large number of hands, to encounter five combatants of level 15 and above directly outside filled him with dread.
He felt he had entered an extremely dangerous state, with crisis looming over him.
“I am Kachar, clan leader of the Holy Light Bloodline, and I mean you no harm.”
Holy Light Bloodline?
Marse frowned slightly. What a strange name; why would the noble Bloodline add the words ‘Holy Light’ in front of it? Those damn and stinking lights should have been swallowed by the night long ago.
Marse glanced subconsciously back at the black sky curtain.
If it came to it, he could only run away.
As for this vampire in front of him who posed a huge threat to him, there was no way he could trust him.
A joke, since when were Bloodlines so kindly and friendly to one another?
If it was him with such great power encountering a Bloodline that came back from a dangerous place, whose strength was far inferior to his own, he would definitely strike without mercy.
Because the other party might carry treasures found from dangerous places.
As for why hunt his own kin… does he need a reason?
As the purest of dark life forms, the Bloodline’s eternal pursuit is interest. As long as there is sufficient interest, it’s all fair game to do anything.
“Clan leader of the Holy Light Bloodline, I am Marse Sari, clan leader of the Sari Clan. Please tell me why you are blocking our path.”
Even though Marse was full of hostility, he could only suppress the malice in his heart. They were at a disadvantage, the ones with lesser strength.
If he dared to act, the one to end miserably would certainly be them.
Lide looked at the several vampires opposite him, their eyes brimming with hostility and caution, squinting slightly.
Interesting.
After pondering for a moment, he shook his head.
It seemed there wasn’t much room for niceties between Bloodline clans. Everyone was just a fox from the same mountain, no tall tales to chat about.
Bloodlines distinguish their clans by their surnames. The Bloodline that Lide was in charge of was publicly known as the Kachar Clan.
Of course, now under his reforms, the name Holy Light Bloodline became more known and accepted, especially with the development of Dawn City and the addition of new Bloodlines; everyone in Dawn City’s Bloodline had an explosive sense of belonging to the Holy Light Bloodline.
The relationship between different Bloodline clans was extremely cold, barely different from that of other dark life forms.
Scenes of interdependence and care like those shown by dwarves and humans are impossible for Bloodlines. It’s rare for two different clan Bloodlines to meet without starting a fight.
That’s why—although Bloodlines have tremendous potential, they have never been able to stir up a storm in the main plane of Glory—the reason is here.
Lack of unity.
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Bloodlines are like wolf packs living in the wilderness: fierce, brutal, powerful. But wolf packs from different clans will always be hostile to each other, even fighting over food, their battles often more ferocious than their hunts.
As thoughts flowed through his mind, Lide subtly changed his attitude towards these vampires.
“Marse Sari, you just came out from the death cemetery. I need to know the information you have,” he said.
They all looked somewhat rough, their breaths in disarray, clearly having gone through a fierce battle.
And the vampire at the forefront was a level 16 existence.
Marse Sari
Title: Bloodthirster (After consuming enough blood, power and physical recovery speed increase by 300%, entering a bloodthirsty state, each attack inflicting bleeding, weakened, and lethargy states on the enemy, immune to pain, and immune to mental and instant death abilities below the transcendent level.)
Age: 327
Level: 16
Profession: ??
Talent: ??
Bloodline: Third Generation Sari Clan Bloodline
Introduction: A powerful vampire who revels in devouring blood and slaughter. It’s best not to encounter him in the night.
There are not many attributes visible on the attribute panel, and Lide couldn’t assess the exact strength of his opponent, but reaching Level 16 was indicative of many things.
Upon hearing Lide’s words, Marse’s crimson eyes slightly narrowed, and the bat wings behind him flapped with a whoosh.
“You have no right to command me, Clan Leader of Kachar.”
This guy… has some nerve.
But I like that kind of nerve.
Lide’s eyes slightly narrowed as well, and the aura around him began to slowly rise; the magic power around him gathered rapidly like the tides.
The vampire opposite him wasn’t some kind of benevolent lifeform, but coincidentally, neither was he.
Since both are foxes of the same mountain, there was no need for any so-called benevolence or morality.
Power is justice, an eternal and unchanging truth.
Moreover, he hadn’t yet fought a powerful member of his own race…
Lide’s expression turned colder, causing Marse’s heart to chill instantaneously.
He felt a significant change in Lide’s attitude and, for some unfathomable reason, began to regret the words he had just said; seeming to confront this person appeared to be an incredibly foolish act.
“Command you? I had no such intention, but now, I’ve changed my mind.
Marse Sari,
the Night Goddess says that power is the only and eternal pursuit of life in the darkness.
I’ll give you a chance to fight me one on one; if you win, I’ll let you leave.
But if you fail, you and the members of the Sari Clan will all follow me to explore this Death Cemetery.”
As he spoke, a fervor rose in Lide’s eyes.
Although he knew the Holy Light Bloodline to be very strong, he was unsure of their standing within the Bloodline race.
This Level 16 vampire before him was obviously a good reference.
Level 16 was a bit low, but it would barely suffice.
If Marse knew Lide’s thoughts at that moment, he would certainly spew a mouthful of blood.
A Level 15 challenging a Level 16 and merely using it as a reference for his own combat power, and it still being barely enough? What a joke.
As soon as Lide had finished speaking, Stanley and Grot immediately dispersed, their flapping bat wings subtly cutting off several vampires’ escape routes to the Dark Sky.
At the same time, Withered Bone began high-altitude patrolling, with the pale blue Soul Fire burning fiercely within its skull, those hollow eye sockets watching the vampires.
Castro, clad in Extraordinary Armor, took control of the area below, with a cruise state so fast that no one could escape.
A full encirclement.
Lide’s words were firm commands, not a negotiation with Marse.
He was used to issuing orders.
Whether you listen or not, that’s on you, but my commands must be executed.
“I wonder how you measure up to the Blood Mages or Crimson Hunters, those elite professions exclusive to the Holy Light Bloodline?
Don’t disappoint me.”
Lide muttered to himself, and the aura he emitted suddenly surged. The majestic presence felt like the collapse of mountains and the howl of ocean waves.
Bloodline shackles, unsealed.
The true form of the Bloodline emerged, with dark red and excessively handsome bat wings flapping behind him. His eyes shone like the most brilliant rubies, capable of intoxicating any onlooker of the opposite sex.
His sharp fangs revealed, complemented by a face handsome to the extreme, both bewitching and domineering.
At this moment, Lide’s appearance had broken through the ceiling of handsomeness, so even Withered Bones, who lacked much in the way of human aesthetics, had to admit his beauty.
The Bloodline of the Blood Clan Ancestor activated.
Powerful strength erupted like magma, and with every heartbeat, his body grew stronger.
Under the overwhelming aura of Lide, the air became viscous like mercury.
Facing Lide’s might, Marse’s expression changed dramatically. He felt as though he was being targeted by an Evil Dragon capable of tearing the earth apart, and that in the next second he would be devoured by the irresistible force.
Lide exuded an aura that made Marse’s heart tremble with fear.
“Wait, I…”
Marse had just begun to speak when Lide no longer gave him the chance to continue.
The true form of the Bloodline, with wings flapping, suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Instant Teleportation.
In the blink of an eye, Lide had closed the distance from hundreds of blades away to merely twenty from Marse.
When Lide reappeared before Marse, in his hands he had already conjured two Blazing Fireballs imbued with terrifying energy.
Whoosh whoosh~
The fireballs, trailing long tails of flames, drew a scorching arc across the night sky and arrived in an instant.
Marse’s complexion tightened. Half a second before the two fireballs could strike him, he disappeared from the spot just like Lide had.
But the four Bloodline members behind him hadn’t expected the attack to come so swiftly and didn’t have time to react.
Boom~
A tremendous roar exploded, and the air was swirled up by a wave of intense heat.
The four vampires, barely at level 10, were blown away by the exploding fireballs, blood splattering everywhere, their presence immediately weakened.
Grote and Stanley now moved swiftly forward, and under the full suppression of power, the few vampires had no room to resist and were forcefully subdued by the two Crimson Hunters.
At this moment, Marse, flapping his bat wings, appeared behind Lide just as the fireballs exploded.
The level 16 vampire’s hands shone with a crimson light, and thick Magic Fluctuations stirred around him.
Lide swiftly turned to face Marse thirty blades away, but just as he was about to take his next action, his body suddenly stiffened.
In that instant, he had lost control of his body.
Then the fireball that Lide’s right hand had just conjured was pressed against his face by his own numb and rigid arm.
The scene was extremely eerie, as if Lide, having conjured the fireball, intended to commit suicide.
A spell’s Name suddenly flashed in Lide’s mind—Four Circle Magic, Control Puppet.
But just as the fireball in his hand was about to touch his face, Lide’s eyes abruptly opened wide, and Magic Power surged from him like an inexhaustible source of magic energy.
The sheer force expelled the odd magic power, and he regained control of his body.
Marse, noticing that in less than two seconds Lide had broken free from the control, couldn’t hide the shock in his eyes.
“How is this possible?!! Control Puppet can’t maintain control even for two seconds?!!”
“It’s really quite sudden,” Lide said, a cold arc forming at the corner of his mouth.
Sure enough, a vampire of Level 16 is not to be underestimated; I nearly capsized in the gutter.
He immediately upgraded the threat level of Marse to high-level.
Marse’s shock was but a fleeting moment; the second spell he cast was uninterrupted, allowing no time for Lide to react.
Marse’s body shone with a bright red light, and then Lide suddenly felt the blood in his body congeal, followed by a frenzied boiling sensation, as if it would burst through his pores.
It felt as though he was about to explode.
“Blood Control?” For the first time, Lide experienced the power of Blood Clan Magic, the tearing pain making his ruby-like eyes shine even more brilliantly.
“No, it’s not nearly as powerful as Blood Control; at most, it’s just manipulating the blood.”
“To use the magic of the Bloodline against me? How naive.”
Lide extended his right hand, and under Marse’s shocked gaze, a thick crimson energy emanated from his body, and then he clenched his fist slightly.
Tzila~ The crimson energy dissipated in the air like flames.
The blood within Lide’s body instantly calmed, and the force controlling him was forcibly expelled.
But Marse’s complexion changed drastically; the Level 16 vampire felt an undeniable terror as his blood started to boil in an instant.
However, he didn’t have Lide’s resilience; with a splatter, his boiling blood burst forth, spraying out from his pores in a gruesome bloodbath that bloomed like a flower of blood in the air.
Huff huff~
Just as Lide was about to blast the opponent to pieces, Marse’s body, with a whoosh, transformed into dozens of small bats.
The energy that had controlled his blood also disappeared in that instant, with no way to maintain control.
This method of response was a revelation for Lide, who had relatively little combat experience.
Huff~ In just one second, the swarm of bats coalesced back into the form of Marse.
Clearly, this battle-hardened vampire wasn’t going to be so easily defeated.
Tzila~
The moment Marse’s body recovered, a burst of lightning erupted from his hands.
The crimson lightning energy struck towards Lide at an uncanny angle.
With a strong combat instinct sensing the oncoming crisis, Lide shifted in mid-air, slicing through the air three times with a whoosh.
The crimson lightning ripped through the skies, trailing a scarlet light.
Sensing the pervasive scent of blood in the air, Lide’s mouth formed a sharp arc while he gathered his magic once more.
His body disappeared from its original spot, stepping into the Dimension Space.
Shadow Blade, a specialized skill of the Bloodline.
At that moment, Marse’s vigilance surged, and his body flung backward, his bat wings furiously flapping.
Just as he had moved a little more than ten blades’ distance away, Lide’s body reappeared out of nowhere, and space shattered like a spider’s web.
At that time, a bubbling, magma-like, blazing fireball had already formed in his hands.
Huff huff~
The Magma Fireball, with its velocity of hundreds of blades per second, left Marse with no chance to dodge, as two Four Circle Spells approached bearing a lethal aura of death.
Bang~
The explosion tore through the sky; flames erupted, and in the night, it was as if two small suns had risen, searingly hot and bright, visible from tens of kilometers away.
The center of the explosion looked as if space itself had twisted, the exaggerated temperature making the surroundings seem like they had entered a massive furnace.
But at that moment, Lide felt no joy, for he could sense that the Level 16 vampire had not died.
Gurgle gurgle~
It was like bubbles forming in boiling water; in the center of the explosion, a blood pool over ten blades wide materialized.
The blood pool was extremely peculiar, hazy and veiled in black, as if it wasn’t really existing within the main space.
Seconds after the Magma Fireball explosion, the pool swiftly flowed and shaped itself into a human figure, like a sculpture freshly cast from plasma.
Marse’s figure re-emerged where the blood pool had coalesced.
Pool of Blood could transform into a blood pool that merged with the plane to dodge damage.
A hint of surprise appeared in Lide’s eyes.
This vampire had some tricks up his sleeve. He had never heard of this skill before.
Though his thoughts were active, the Magic Power in his hands did not pause for a moment; in less than a second, two spells formed once again, Fireball Technique and Thunderstorm Skill.
Crackle~
Magic broke through the air. Marse, who had just recovered his true vampire form, immediately sensed the approach of the two spells, causing his expression to change once more.
Why is this bastard able to cast spells so damn fast??!
There was no time for him to ponder, as he gritted his teeth and managed to release a Second Circle Mage Shield within 0.5 seconds.
However, the power of two Third Circle Spells was not something a Second Circle spell could withstand.
Boom~
The first to burst forth was the lightning, with flashes filling the sky like silver snakes tearing apart the heavens.
The Mage Shield shattered instantly; it offered no resistance at all.
The second Third Circle Spell, Fireball Technique, slammed into Marse’s chest.
A muffled explosion sounded, flames erupted, and a vile stench of seared flesh permeated the air.
Yet, Lide did not wait for the outcome; his hands cast spells simultaneously.
Small Fireball Skill flew out at a rate of 0.1 seconds a piece, and these fireballs were even infused with the Power of Crimson by Lide.
Already renowned for his casting speed, the Small Fireball had become even more formidable after Lide reached Level 15, with its casting speed undergoing a qualitative enhancement.
His hands were like dual gatling guns, the dense mass of fireballs drew a scorching line across the sky, forming a chain of nine stars, a chain of a hundred stars.
The sight was extraordinarily spectacular.
Boom boom boom~
Now, with a Small Fireball every 0.1 seconds, and with Dual Casting, twenty Small Fireballs could be released in one second.
Twenty shots per second – the real fireball gatling started up.
Although the Small Fireball Skill itself was not that powerful, after being imbued with the Power of Crimson by Lide, its might increased several folds.
Power of Crimson (Passive: All attacks carry the Power of Crimson, causing armor break, chaos element and corrosive damage, with 30% of damage dealt converted to one’s own life.)
Ratatatata~
If there was a soundtrack, the scene at this moment would be especially sensational.
Small Fireballs erupted on Marse, causing a great commotion.
Endless flames exploded in the air, amidst the fiery red diffused with an alluring crimson, appearing both fierce and bewitching.
Scorching heat, stinging pain—Marse, despite relying on the vampire’s strong regenerative ability and the inherent magic resistance of his talent, barely withstood a wave of damage.
But it was too intense.
He never imagined the opponent’s Bloodline would be so formidable, so unreasonable.
What the hell kind of spell is this??
Why does it last so long??
Marse shielded his head with both hands as a bloody aura enveloped his body, hoping to fend off that lethal assault.
But it was all in vain.
Too frightening—the relentless, fierce attacks were nightmarish.
The damage from the fireballs was secondary; the intense corrosion from the crimson energy made his flesh decay.
He couldn’t resist or defend against it.
Gritting his teeth fiercely.
Whoosh—Marse’s body twisted in an indescribable state, then dissolved like a droplet of water, and reformed into a pool of blood.
The Pool of Blood, the most potent life-saving skill, emerged once more.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The fireballs formed a line, but without a target, the magic was like a Gatling gun firing blanks, with one fireball after another shooting toward the distant sky, trailing a magnificent long line.
Lide frowned upon sensing the disappearance of his target and ceased casting.
Sure enough, that elusive and unattackable pool of blood reappeared before his eyes.
“This skill is way too weird and creepy…”
He was somewhat incredulous, and the magic power in his hands gathered again, with two Four Circle Magic Magma fireballs taking shape in just a couple of breaths.
Whoosh—
Boom—
The fireballs exploded, and the fierce magic energy caused the surrounding light to warp severely.
But still, it had no effect; that pool of blood remained aloft like a veiled imprint in the sky, impervious to any real harm.
Lide’s brows twitched, he waved his hand, and the space before him shattered—Three Circle Magic—Void Walk.
Moments later, he reemerged, unable to sense any presence of the other in the void.
Lide took a deep breath and vanished on the spot like a droplet into the sea, making use of the vampire-specific Talent Skill, Shadow Blade.
But in less than three seconds, Lide reappeared again.
Even within the Dimension Space, he could not detect the presence of that level 16 vampire.
Looking at the bubbling pool of blood in the sky, Lide was truly surprised. What kind of skill was this, that it was truly unattackable and undetectable?
After some thought, he gathered his magic power again, and a Magic Model that he had never used before started to revolve in his mind.
Four Circle Magic—Forbidden Skill, a potent spell capable of suppressing magic, silencing, and preventing mages from casting.
It took Lide a full ten seconds to cast this spell, even with the amplification of all his Talent Specializations.
Whoosh—
As the Magic Model for the Forbidden Skill kicked into gear, the magic power within a thousand-blade radius was locked down.
The magic, which normally flowed like water, instantly froze, and while a caster can swim through water, they certainly can’t walk through ice.
The surrounding Stanley and his companions instantly felt the pressure of being locked down, their originally easygoing expressions turned serious, and even the flight speed of the Withered Bones high above slowed down.
Forbidden Skill does not discriminate between friend and foe.
But the pool of blood still hardly reacted, simply occupying a piece of sky like a crimson ink blot, impervious to attack or further detection.
A full thirty seconds later, just when Lide thought the Forbidden Skill had no effect.
The magic-deprived pool of blood suddenly began to roil intensely, and after several tumultuous boils, it once again assumed Marse’s form.
But at the very moment the level 16 vampire regained his human form, a figure wielding a long blade appeared before him.
Marse saw Lide nearing him, less than three blades away, with an uncontrollable flicker of terror in his eyes.
Just as he thought to act, it was already too late.
Boom—
Splatter—
The long blade swung, and blood sprayed.
When casting, Lide was a relentless barrage of magic bullets, the supreme spellcaster.
In close combat, possessing the Talent Skill Slaughter Hand, which boosted all his Combat Skills to the Extraordinary Level, made him virtually invincible in equal-level encounters.
Bam bam bam—
Lide didn’t intend to kill this level 16 vampire outright.
But he wasn’t going to let him off easy either; under the gaze of all, Marse was mercilessly beaten by him for twenty minutes.
For the first time, this vampire tried the formidable close-combat abilities of the Bloodline.
If it weren’t for Marse relying on the exaggerated regenerative capabilities of the Bloodline, he would have been beaten to death by Lide by now.
When Lide stopped, Marse lay on the ground with broken bones and covered in blood, looking up at him with terror-filled eyes.
At this moment, the life force of the level 16 vampire was as frail as a candle in the wind, on the verge of being extinguished.
Lide unceremoniously sealed the power within him with magic energy.
“Now, I think you won’t have any more questions.”
Marse, feeling the erupting lava-like strength in Lide’s body, coughed up another mouthful of blood.
At this point, his heart was filled with despair. Why was this vampire so strong??
The Bloodline presence this Bloodline revealed was merely level 15. Suddenly, as if something dawned on him, Marse weakly lifted his head, his feeble voice imbued with disbelief.
“Are you, are you possibly a member of the Kachar Clan Bloodline?”
The closer to the first generation Bloodline power the common Bloodline’s is, the stronger they are.
To defeat him at level 15 without much effort, probably only a Bloodline with a purer ancestry.
Lide did not respond to this, as the weak do not have the privilege of choice.
“You no longer have the right to know about this.
Now, answer me, what did you encounter within the Dark Sky that you bear signs of battle?”
Lying on the ground, extremely weak, Marse looked up with a surge of intense fear at the question.
His voice trembled weakly.
“We saw an Angel inside…”
