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Chapter 556 (554): Intrigue and Schemes, the Legend Arrives (Please Subscribe)

In negotiations, there's a common practice that the one who speaks first always loses the initiative.

That seemed to be the situation at the moment: three legends faced off, seemingly two against one, yet none of them were willing to speak first.

The silence lasted for a long time, until finally, it was the Duke of Toledo, who was in a weaker position, who spoke.

"Shouldn't I thank you for not taking my life when I was resurrected?"

The words were full of sarcasm, but there was no doubt that it was a sign of weakness.

The aged vampire let out a grating laugh: "No need for thanks!"
As a fellow vampire, I just don't want you to go further down the wrong path.

Grand Duke Toledo suddenly turned his head, stared at him fiercely, and said, "Then tell me, what is the wrong path?"

The progenitor of the Dark Werewolves spoke: "The wrong path, of course, is to go it alone and lose this homeland that belongs to the Dark race."

"That illegitimate son of the Flower Territory is incredibly powerful, and with that ancient red dragon on top of him, even the three of us might not be able to defeat him."

This doesn't even include the Karen couple; they are vegetarians, but that doesn't mean they are weak.

Not to mention the formidable combat power displayed by that magic-powered legion, which far exceeded expectations.

"Tell me, how can we possibly beat this combination?"

"Would you be happy if we completely lost this demiplane?"

Grand Duke Toledo did not object, but nodded slightly and said, "So, you have a way?"

"Of course!"

"Then reveal your hand. I'm also very curious to know what's behind you all this time?"

The progenitor of the Dark Werewolf spoke: "I have five legends behind me, and Grand Duke Bruch can summon four more. Add the three of us, and that makes a total of twelve."

With twelve legendary powerhouses joining forces, no matter how powerful the illegitimate son was, how strong the ancient red dragon was, or how formidable the magic energy legion was, the result was nothing more than slaughter.

So, how about it? Does this solve the problem of the demiplane?

"What's the price? What price will I have to pay?"

The aged vampire spoke up: "Of course, it's this demiplane. We don't ask for much, just that twelve territories be planned within this demiplane, one for each legendary figure."

He paused slightly, then said with apparent magnanimity, "Don't worry, this Blood Moon Castle is still the territory of the Toridor clan, the home of the vampires, and that will not change."

The progenitor of the Dark Werewolf spoke up at the opportune moment: "There's just one thing that needs to be made clear first."

These legendary figures, once they settle in, are naturally beyond your control. Therefore, it's best to share the key to entry with that blood moon.

Dividing it into twelve parts, ensuring every legend has the right to enter and exit, will put all legends at ease.

These two, one after the other, explained the matter clearly, leaving Grand Duke Torido's face turning pale and then red.
As vampires, their blood, though not coagulated, flows very slowly, resulting in their pale skin.

To be this angry means you're about to lose your temper.

However, from their words, the Grand Duke of Toledo seemed to understand something: "Are these legends hiding from the war?"

What does "avoidance" mean?

The old vampire was displeased and immediately retorted, "It's just that I don't want to get involved in the disputes over the Old Continent's dominance."

Legends shouldn't be involved in dimensional warfare. These planes chose to voluntarily withdraw, which is a blessing for the Prime Material Plane!

Grand Duke Toledo gave a cold smile: "They don't want to get involved, so they insist on seizing my demiplane."
How shameless!

The aged vampire wanted to speak again, but the progenitor of the dark werewolf cut him off, saying directly, "Just tell me whether you agree or not?"

"Can I say no?"

"Sure! But this is the result, one you probably wouldn't want to see..."

Before he could finish speaking, the threat was already obvious. Grand Duke Toredor, his face ashen, remained silent for a long time.
He suddenly laughed, a laugh as gentle as a spring breeze, a laugh of relief and serenity: "I agree to your requests."

"You agreed?"

"What, you're not happy now that I agreed?"

"Of course I'm happy, it's just that your change of heart is a bit abrupt!"

"It's a very simple principle: if that illegitimate child occupies this half of the plane, I will get nothing."

But if I let the legends behind you enter, I can not only take revenge, but also protect a piece of territory.

I understand the principle of choosing the lesser of two evils!

"It's good that you think that way, so let's sign this contract."

The aged vampire raised his hand and produced a dragon skin contract. The dragon skin, a deep blue like rippling water, was clearly taken from the belly of a five-colored blue dragon.

The text above is written in three languages: Celestial Language, Abyss Language, and Vampire Language. The content is detailed and the wording is carefully chosen, ensuring the rights and obligations of every legend.

As if to show sincerity, the old vampire dripped a drop of blood first, branding his name onto the contract.

The second character to be written was none other than the progenitor of the Dark Werewolf.

This contract was drafted by him and Grand Duke Bruch, but at this moment, he examined it carefully many times, not even missing the patterns on the side.

Only after confirming that there were no problems did he drip his blood and seal his soul mark.

When they arrived at the Grand Duke of Toledo, the inspection became even more thorough. They even nitpicked over a few words and changed them, which led to a heated argument.

After he also signed his name, the atmosphere eased, and he said, "Tell me, what do you need me to do?" "Just wait, of course. Once the legends gather, you just need to open a door and let them in."

"Then this contract?"

"All legends who enter must sign a contract, and only after the contract is finalized will they be allowed to enter."

If someone refuses to sign, we will work together to expel them.

"Since you've all made your plans, I have nothing more to say. Let's leave it at that. I've just been resurrected and need to meditate for a while."
I won't deliver it.

"No need, no need, hahaha, we'll be going now."

The door to the underground chamber opened, and the aged vampire and the progenitor of the dark werewolf left one after the other, before slowly closing it with a creaking sound.

Then, everything fell silent.

Outside the door, the aged vampire and the progenitor of the dark werewolf walked out side by side, their voices rising as they talked.

"Don't you think Alessandro's behavior is a bit abnormal?"

"What's wrong?"

"He agreed so readily, it wasn't like the Alessandro I knew at all."

"I feel the same way, but does he have a choice?"

"That's what I say, but I still feel uneasy."

"Then keep a closer eye on him. As long as the gates are wide open and all those legends come, even if he is unwilling, he won't be able to cause any trouble."

"You're right, then let's urge them to assemble as soon as possible."

"I'll notify my side, you urge your side to hurry!"

"it is good"

inside the door.

Grand Duke Toledo suddenly turned around, avoiding eye contact, his expression turning gloomy and icy cold.

Strands of blood demonic power spilled out uncontrollably, wandering and slicing through the dried-up blood pool like blades, pulverizing it.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a deep, hoarse voice roared, filled with an uncontrollable madness and resentment.

"Alright, alright, you all want to get involved? Then come on, I'll let you all come!"

"I just hope you won't regret it later."

"Destroy them all! Destroy them all!!!"

……

As mentioned earlier, if the prime material plane is a large bubble, then the demiplane is a small bubble attached to the large bubble.

The point of contact between the two is actually the portal that links them; both entry and exit require passing through this portal.

This is the safest method, but that doesn't mean there are no other ways to get in.

Another method is that if you determine the relative position of the small bubble on the large bubble, you can leave the prime material plane, travel directly in the astral plane, and find the location of the small bubble by following the coordinates.

Of course, this doesn't mean you can easily enter the demiplane.

Even though he was only a demiplane, the dimensional barrier was still incredibly strong and could not be broken through at will.

Or, to put it another way, if you want to break through, you need to gather enough powerful individuals and be prepared to shatter the entire demiplane.

If the fact that vampires are raising humans and animals were to be exposed, the Church of the Sun God would most likely retaliate in this way.

In ancient times, many demiplanes were destroyed in this way, and today, demiplanes are quite rare.

Of course, this is not suitable for the current situation.

Because those legendary powerhouses intended to use the demiplane as a safe haven, and had no intention of destroying it directly.

Therefore, they need to gather outside the demiplane, and then the Grand Duke of Toledo will open a door to let them in.

This is why the ancient vampires and the progenitors of the dark werewolves did so much, and why they coerced and tempted the Grand Duke of Toridor when he was at his weakest.

At this moment, outside the demiplane, somewhere, a shimmering sphere of light emitted invisible ripples that spread outwards.

Using this as a coordinate, in the void, space suddenly twists and shatters, transforming into a rotating dark vortex that seems capable of devouring everything.

But a figure floated out from the middle.

He wore a long, dark red magic robe that trailed far into the void, its color suggesting countless years had passed, and his entire body exuded an aura of decay.

He held a magic wand, almost as tall as him, which could be used as a scepter.

At the tip of the staff, a ghostly green flame burns eternally, and one can faintly hear the wails of countless dead souls.

This is truly the horror of having your soul extracted and burned in flames.

When he raised his head, all that could be seen was his emaciated frame and the burning soul fire in his eye sockets.

This is actually a legendary lich!
Such mages, who transform themselves into liches at the end of their lives, have always been synonymous with power and reclusiveness.

But now, one has appeared here.

And this is just the beginning!
(End of this chapter)