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Only one of the two leaders of the Demon Hunter Alliance remained, standing next to Zhou Taishan with a grim expression, listening to everyone's experiences.

The elders and pastors of the Holy Church Evangelical Fellowship were nowhere to be found, leaving only a few middle-aged deacons surrounding the unconscious priest and knight, asking Bai Ziyuan all sorts of questions with forced smiles.

Wearing a sari with a corset, Simani looked around but couldn't find her teacher, Venerable Sun, or her fellow disciples. She was then reluctantly taken away by several official staff members.

Fiona of the Sisterhood of Witches was still present, twirling her brown-red lady's pipe and communicating with the two girls through secret arts. Her slender eyes were fixed on the bald sorcerer and the voodoo matriarch Mary in the corner, who were anxiously listening and searching for the whereabouts of their own people.

After listening to his disciple's brief description, Zhou Taishan's eyes gleamed with surprise, and he sighed softly, "Such a change actually happened inside..."

Zhu Mingyao's expression shifted, and he cautiously asked, "You mean 'also'? Could it be that something has happened outside?"

The old man nodded silently, waved, and walked towards the exit.

"This isn't the place to talk. Let's go back and explain things to you properly!"

As he passed the two girls, Zhu Mingyao exchanged a subtle glance with them, then commanded the Yaksha Ghost General to carry the giant axe and leave together.

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Compared to the grand scale at the beginning, the exploration ended quietly, giving it a somewhat anticlimactic feel.

In the simple tea room with its four white walls, Zhou Taishan and Lai Hengli sat at the head of the table. Zhu Mingyao began by recounting the secret details that were difficult to say in front of others.

"A demon suspected to be a high-ranking lord, a legendary pirate turned into an undead... Your experience has been truly spectacular, even this old fellow finds it thrilling."

Lai Hengli, holding a small white porcelain cup, first made a joke, then said in a serious tone:

"According to Captain Jack Sparrow, the enemy who ambushed you was Calypso, the sea goddess from the Olympian mythology. How credible do you think that is?"

Zhu Mingyao carefully organized his words: "Of the other things he said, probably nine are true and one is false, but he has no reason to deceive us on this point."

"An ancient god, even one from a lower-ranking race on the edge of the mythological hierarchy, who has lost all his followers and has only just awakened after a long slumber, is truly terrifying."

Lai Hengli sighed solemnly, and Zhou Taishan nodded in agreement. He cultivated the Divine Strike Secret Technique and knew the most about the power of the divine path. He was well aware of how difficult it was to deal with an ancient god, even an extremely weak one.

"You don't need to worry too much." Seeing that the young men looked somewhat anxious, Lai Hengli comforted them.

"The stars have shifted and things have changed. We've reached the present era. Forget about gods, demons, and monsters. Don't think you can do whatever you want like you did a thousand years ago. If the sky falls, we old folks will hold it up. You just need to do what you can."

He then changed the subject and praised, "It's just like the deal with that captain. The terms were negotiated very well. Even if I went up to bargain, I could only get this much."

"Not only did we receive a large reward and valuable intelligence, but he also promised to cooperate when we re-enter the secret realm. Those two little girls were also present when the agreement was reached, and they even offered a share to the Witch Sisterhood..."

Lai Hengli pondered the potential benefits, then smiled with relief: "It doesn't matter. Bringing them in will help share some of the pressure, so I don't end up taking too much and incurring resentment."

Having ended the topic, his smile faded, and he tapped the table.

"What I'm going to talk about next is a major event that has happened outside in the past few days. Not many people know about it yet, but its impact is far-reaching."

With a distant gaze, Henry Lai began to speak slowly and deliberately.

"The story begins when you first entered the secret realm..."

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All colors faded from the world, leaving only a pure crimson light!

Houses collapsed, vehicles shattered, roads sank, and numerous large and small craters dotted the ground. The remains of monsters with sharp teeth and claws were scattered among the snow. In the distance, flames rose from several burning buildings, and the intense heat of the air momentarily diluted the chilling polar night with its swirling snowflakes.

Eric, covered in wounds, knelt on the ground, leaning on his long sword, stubbornly refusing to fall. His eyes blazed with fury as he stared at the crimson cocoon in the air.

Countless strange demonic runes filled the void, intertwining to form lines that pulsated like blood vessels, drawing inexplicable energy from all directions and melting it into jet-black "oil paint." This paint was then applied to a pair of enormous bat wings, smoothing out the wrinkles and hidden wounds accumulated over the long years, gradually transforming them into the finest obsidian, shimmering with a cool and distant radiance.

The ancient vampire, a duke, didn't even bother to look at the exhausted half-blood demon hunter. Victor simply picked up the "fruit" in front of him with a smug look on his face.

Scarlet, pale red, crimson, dark red, scarlet... a variety of similar yet different colors swirled around a fingertip-sized, clear and brilliant ruby, forming a strange object resembling a heart or a fruit.

His long-planned scheme had finally succeeded! Even his usually deep and calculating nature could not hide Victor's excitement at this moment. His usually calm and thin face was now filled with uncontrollable joy.

His eyes shone with a dazed look, and his mouth, with its protruding canine teeth, opened as wide as possible before resolutely swallowing the fruit in one gulp!

The treasure, forged by intricate rituals, crumbled layer by layer. A vast and boundless life force, carrying an ancient and profound power, seeped in, rapidly transforming the aging and broken body, propelling it to evolve to a higher level!

The spiderweb-like wrinkles quickly disappeared, and the sparse, unruly silver hair returned to its thick, black state...

It felt like a thousand years had passed, yet also like a fleeting moment. A pair of soft, fair, and slender hands, resembling those of a woman, stretched out and cleanly tore open the crimson cocoon, revealing a tall, strong, and energetic figure.

Chapter 239 Who is the Night?

"Ha ha!"

A breath of foul air was exhaled, which in an instant transformed into a violent black storm that rushed straight towards the town. The houses and buildings along the way were instantly shattered, scattering numerous fragments. Even the ground was plowed with deep trenches, and a small part of the entire town disappeared in an instant!

Feeling the immense power within his body that seemed capable of shaking the universe and reversing day and night, Victor, now young again, raised his hands high and finally couldn't help but let out a wild and unrestrained laugh.

Waves of sound surged into the sky, tearing apart the continuous dark clouds and sweeping away the swirling snow!

According to the Old World's descriptions of the characteristics of various power levels, if the [Squire Rank] is far superior to ordinary people, the [Knight Rank] is extraordinary, the [Lord Rank] is able to fight against thousands of troops, and the [Scepter Rank] is able to destroy mountains and stop rivers, then the [Crown Rank] above them is immortality, symbolizing that mortals have just embarked on the path to eternity!

A ball of crimson flame danced and shifted above Victor's head, seemingly trying to condense into a magnificent crown, but it always fell short of truly taking shape.

He suppressed some of his elation, and as his thoughts raced, he raised a finger toward the legendary Witcher with the title "Blade" on the ground. An invisible, immense force pulled him toward him.

...As long as I spend a few years recuperating and fully consolidating my power, I, Victor, the God of the Vampires, will step onto the world stage and become the sole ruler of night and day!

His centuries-old experience in political maneuvering gave him the confidence to use immortality as a bargaining chip to control the corrupt human elites.

After all, who could refuse a thousand-year lifespan bestowed by a near-immortal vampire progenitor?

But before that...

"Eric, thank you for coming to me. I will remember your contribution..."

Amidst the malicious teasing, Victor revealed his blood-red fangs and bit down on his prey's neck!

A sharp pain shot through my neck!

The old vampire suddenly stiffened, his mind went blank for a moment, and he looked at his prey in disbelief.

It wasn't him, it was...me?

“I will also remember your contribution…” Just then, a muffled young voice suddenly rang out from behind him, making the same sarcastic remark.

The immense power was swiftly extracted, and specks of blood splattered, only to be drawn back to the attacker's mouth by magic.

Hmm, we can't waste it...

Victor's body trembled violently. He threw the Witcher aside, his arms bent like boneless snakes, his ten fingers deformed and sharp as knives, flashing with countless rice-grain-sized runes, carrying a sharp magic power that could pierce diamonds, and he dug backward fiercely!

Then it drooped down limply!

A powerful force originating from bloodline instinct surged forth unexpectedly, suppressing all desires of resistance.

"This...this is...the vampire's innate control over their direct descendants!"

"Impossible... My ancestors all turned to ashes hundreds of years ago."

Feeling his primordial blood energy being rapidly plundered, Victor let out a silent cry of despair.

As if hearing his unspoken question, the young voice conveyed a subtle emotional response, gently replying:

"How does my original blood taste compared to that of a true third-generation vampire?"

It was like a lightning bolt flashing through my mind, illuminating the endless fog.

“That drop… there’s something wrong…” Victor’s eyes widened to their limit, veins bulging, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He spoke haltingly and with difficulty: "From... when I received the news of the Source Blood... to the Christmas attack... and the successful seizure, it was all... a trap!"

The person behind him, while sucking with all their might, let out a soft laugh, which seemed to confirm their guess.

The old vampire smiled bitterly, his reason, which had been clouded by greed and ambition, gradually returning, and all doubts vanished from his mind.

"Disguising your original blood as the legacy of an ancient vampire must have come at a tremendous cost... Using this as a medium for my advancement, I became your descendant in terms of mystical concepts... Therefore, I was powerless to retaliate..."

The promotion ceremony, meticulously prepared for over a decade, along with myself, has become your spoils!

"Truly... cruel and ruthless. In order to lay the groundwork... they deliberately watched many federal officials die in battle, and even let me kill so many people to accumulate blood essence in preparation for the ritual. In the end, they even abandoned this town as bait, just to take away the power of my entire life... No wonder it is a nation built from mountains of corpses and seas of blood of millions of innocent people!"

He gurgled in his throat, as if trying to vent all his resentment and bitterness: "You... are more like vicious vampires than I am. I'll be waiting for you in hell—"

Before he could finish speaking, Victor began to convulse as if he had an epileptic seizure. His eyes rolled back, and he let out a wailing sound that was not human. Dark red lines bulged under his skin, as if something was rapidly surging within them and converging on the wound on his neck.

With a soft "poof!" sound, his tall and muscular body suddenly turned into a cloud of dry, gray dust, which dispersed in a wisp of powder.

"You are the Duke of Night, and I am also [Night]. There is only one Night in this world..."

Accompanied by leisurely words, the only two results of the Federation's artificial god project, the official top-secret trump card, the vampire Alex, emerged from behind the dust.

The massive magical barrier, encompassing the entire town and covering an area of ​​twenty or thirty miles, rapidly collapsed and shrank. The remaining power deformed and folded, transforming into a magnificent cloak that continuously flowed with blood, which gently fell upon his body, highlighting his noble status.

The hint of madness that once lurked beneath his elegance had vanished without a trace, and the occasional burst of surging evil power had also disappeared. At this moment, he looked no different from an ordinary young man.

Only the rapidly forming, sparkling crown on his forehead, resembling the finest ruby, showed that he had already taken the first step in the realm of immortality.

"My heartfelt congratulations on your success, Your Highness Alex." Amidst the chaotic ruins, a shadowy figure rose and transformed into a human, who knelt obsequiously on the ground.

The firelight illuminating the surrounding area revealed the face of Kraven, the second-in-command of the Night Family!

If Victor had lived to see this, he would probably have immediately understood why he had fallen into the trap so easily.

"I have to thank you for your assistance, Mr. Craven. I also want to congratulate you on becoming the new head of the Night Family."

Alex mumbled a casual reply, then curiously flicked his index finger. The countless pieces of corpses scattered throughout the town quietly melted away, turning into wisps of crimson light that flowed into his hand and coalesced into a delicate slender sword with a vine handle and a rose hilt.

With a gentle thrust, a streak of blood, like a laser beam, pierced through five or six houses and shot into the sky.

This was just a small test of skill; he transformed a pile of rotten flesh and corpses into a powerful, semi-permanent magical weapon with effortless ease, clearly surpassing Victor's abilities.

“Please allow me to correct something!” Craven said respectfully and solemnly, “Just as you said, there is only one [Night] in the world. As the most powerful [Crown Rank] vampire in the Federation, you should rightfully become our leader, so please accept my allegiance.”

After uttering those mushy words, he bowed deeply once more.

"What disgusting and filthy flattery!"

Severely injured and lying on the ground, Eric barely managed to lift his upper body and spat in disgust.

"They simply feel that the guy belongs to the federal government and can't always sit above you and give orders, so they want to give him a nominal title to find a powerful backer."

"Ha!" He laughed sarcastically, his words sharp as knives. "You've miscalculated. I can smell the madness and malice in this guy's bones, which is even stronger than your old master's. Getting too close to him will only lead to disaster sooner or later."

With his thoughts exposed, Craven's face turned extremely ugly. He stepped forward humbly and said, "Your Highness Alex, what should we do with this foul-mouthed half-breed? Please advise."