I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 122 The Turmoil of the Vampire Clan

That evening, Cardinal Sanctuary's groundbreaking statement swept across all news media and social media platforms worldwide in various languages ​​and forms, sparking a massive wave of discussion and controversy.

"Damn it! Has the Sanctuary gone mad?!"

"What are they trying to do? Openly recruit all mutants? And what's this whole 'evolution of the entire population' thing?"

"Descendants of God? Are they trying to overthrow the existing structure of human society?!"

In the offices of governments around the world, senior officials looked at the reports in their hands, their faces growing increasingly grim.

This move by the Holy Domain is almost a complete disaster.

Once the concept of universal superhuman achievement is widely accepted and realized, the sovereignty and control of governments over society will be greatly weakened.

In stark contrast to the official anxiety, ordinary people around the world are filled with great excitement and anticipation.

The future depicted by the cardinal, full of infinite possibilities, was like a spark that ignited a desire for the extraordinary in the hearts of countless people.

Almost everyone was eagerly anticipating what answer the mysterious Holy Pope would bring to the world two days later.

Meanwhile, the old pope was also working diligently on another important project.

If all goes well, the entire Roman region could become a territory under the de facto jurisdiction of the Sanctuary in some special form.

This was not an active expansion by the Sanctuary, but rather a result of the strong desire of the Roman people to receive the Sanctuary's protection after witnessing the frequent supernatural crises around the world.

After all, in the areas covered by the Holy Domain's influence, not only are there no serious supernatural incidents, but the social order is also surprisingly good.

This stark contrast has caused housing prices in the area surrounding the Sanctuary to skyrocket to astonishing levels, yet even so, it remains extremely difficult to find a place to live.

The old pope has been extremely busy lately. He often laments that he never imagined that in his later years he would be able to witness the Holy Land expanding its territory in such a way. It was something he could never have imagined in the past.

Egypt, a small border town ravaged by wind and sand.

Apocalypse, draped in an ancient robe conjured from the past, stood silently before a television set, like a ghost from a distant era.

The white mist in his eyes faded, replaced by a complex look in Apocalypse's eyes.

"Omega-level mutant — Ye Feng of the Sanctuary Cult — Mephisto, Lord of Hell —"

The unfamiliar terms and their associated horrifying achievements, like cold rain, extinguished the anger in his heart, replacing it with an unprecedented sense of bewilderment.

Was he really awakened in the world he knew so well?

Why is the world before him so different from what he knew before he fell asleep?

In his memory, he was the supreme god, mortals groveled on the ground, and mutants were his servants and warriors; the world was under his control.

He carefully savored the fragments of information he had gathered.

The speed at which that Holy Pope rose to power and the strength he displayed even made him, who considered himself a god, feel a sense of dread and bewilderment.

Such a terrifyingly powerful figure has emerged in this era.

And the other party is also a mutant!

"It seems we need to change our mindset."

Apocalypse muttered to himself in a low voice, his ancient eyes flashing with a complex light.

He realized that this entirely new era could no longer be measured by the ruling mindset of thousands of years ago.

The number and quality of the strong in this era have far exceeded his imagination; the waters are too deep.

Meanwhile, an ancient castle hidden in the shadows of the mountains.

This is one of the important strongholds of the remaining vampires, and the air is filled with a cold, eerie atmosphere, a mixture of aged blood and ancient stone.

At this moment, the magnificent yet dilapidated gates of the castle present a rather chaotic scene.

"Bang!"

A colorful stained-glass window shattered with a crash, and a figure as swift as a cheetah rolled out from it, landing steadily on the ground outside the castle, which was covered with withered branches and fallen leaves.

Blade's signature black leather jacket was torn in several places, and his body was stained with large patches of blood, some of his own, but mostly of his enemies'.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, clearly having just gone through an extremely fierce battle.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately exerted his strength after landing and ran wildly towards the dark and dense forest in the distance without looking back, his figure quickly swallowed up by the thick night.

Through the broken windows of the castle, several figures exuding a decaying yet powerful aura quietly appeared; they were the second-generation vampire elders who had just awakened.

Their bloodshot eyes were fixed on the direction where the blade had disappeared, filled with anger and a hint of barely concealed fear.

"Should we go after them?"

An elder with a somber face spoke in a hoarse voice. On his arm was a deep, bone-revealing wound, slowly healing from a silver weapon with a blade.

"Let him go."

"I never imagined that besides the Progenitor, there would be such a powerful Daywalker in this world. His strength far exceeds our expectations; we—cannot stop him."

Another elder, whose demeanor was relatively calm, shook his head, his face showing deep weariness and helplessness.

Twelve second-generation elders joined forces to attack one person, but the result was that eight elders were seriously injured, while the target successfully broke through the encirclement.

If the other side hadn't also had some reservations and hadn't chosen to fight to the death, they might have paid a heavy price today by losing several second-generation elders.

Although they had only recently recovered and their strength had not yet returned to its peak, they had recovered about 70-80% of their former strength, a result that shocked them.

"It's almost dawn, we can't afford to gamble."

Another elder added, glancing up at the barely perceptible glimmer of dawn on the horizon, his eyes revealing an instinctive fear of sunlight.

"I never imagined that the once-powerful vampire clan would fall to such a state—"

The elder who spoke first was filled with desolation.

Regaining control of the vampire clan did not bring them much joy; instead, it forced them to confront the vampire clan's current awkward and dangerous situation.

"The Sanctuary—the mutants—what a magnificent era, yet one filled with malice towards vampires."

Another elder sighed.

The vampires' weaknesses are magnified infinitely in the face of modern technology.

As a result, the living space of vampires has been drastically compressed, and even other dark creatures in the underworld now have less awe for vampires.

"The vampires' strength must be increased! We must find a way to overcome, or at least greatly weaken, the effect of sunlight on us!"

An elder who had just barely recovered from serious injuries said through gritted teeth.

They had never felt so aggrieved. Humans, who were once considered food and slaves, were now able to organize an effective force to hunt them down.

"Mobilize all available resources and informants within the clan, at all costs, to find the whereabouts of the Dark Book!"

The most powerful second-generation elder finally spoke.

"The power of the blade is said to originate from a sacrificial ritual recorded in the Dark Book, which was also orchestrated by Pope Ye Feng."

Upon hearing the name Ye Feng, all the second-generation elders present suddenly narrowed their eyes, a deep sense of apprehension flashing across their faces.

Although their awakening time was short, they had already heard too many legends about this ruler of the Holy Land.

They repelled two demonic invasions in succession, but when Mephisto's avatar descended for the third time, the Saints under his command sent him back to hell!

When did the infamous Lord of Hell become so easy to deal with?

What made them even more uneasy was that the Supreme Sanctuary had not been seen at all during the battle between the Sanctuary and Hell.

The hidden information behind this made them sense something unusual.

There must be some unknown connection between Ye Feng and the Supreme Sanctuary.

The Sanctuary of the Supreme in Kamar-Taj is a colossal structure that even Dracula, the progenitor of the vampires, had to give way to. The power of the Sorcerers Supreme throughout history has been so immense that it inspires despair.

"Then—should we try to awaken the Progenitor?"

Another elder asked tentatively, his voice hesitant.

Aside from searching for the Dark Book and awakening the progenitor Dracula, this is the vampire clan's last trump card.

However, given the ancestor's eccentric and tyrannical nature, and his near-indifference towards his descendants, even if he were awakened, the outcome would be unpredictable.

Moreover, in this era of numerous powerful figures, they were unsure whether the ancestor's near-immortal body could still possess the same absolute deterrent power as before.

"Wake up."

The elder who had initially decided to search for the Dark Book sighed helplessly.

"The vampire race is on the verge of extinction. Even if the progenitor doesn't care about us descendants, he probably won't be completely indifferent to the crisis of the race's possible annihilation."

"Then it's settled. Immediately and secretly prepare the highest-level blood sacrifice ritual! Remember, the actions must be completely secretive, and you must not alert human government agencies or the spies of the Holy Land."

The most powerful second-generation elder made the final decision.

Their faces showed no excitement when they made this decision, only deep helplessness and worry about the future.

"Damn it—I never expected that these ancient monsters, which have been dormant for thousands of years, would all awaken—"

On the other side, Blade Warrior, enduring the excruciating pain throughout his body, relied on his tenacious willpower to evade possible pursuit and finally stumbled to a contact point in the underground world established by the Sanctuary Corporation.

He practically burst through the door, his blood dripping onto the floor in a horrifying sight.

"Help me—contact His Holiness the Pope immediately—"

"Tell Your Majesty—something has happened within the vampire clan; the second-generation elders—have all awakened—"

Blade slid down the wall and sat on the ground, speaking weakly to the conglomerate staff who came to greet him.

After delivering this crucial information, he could no longer hold on, his vision went black, and he fainted.

The liaison officer's expression changed, and he immediately ordered his men, "Quick! Give him emergency treatment and stabilize his injuries!"

At the same time, he dared not delay for a moment and immediately reported the news brought by Blade and the current situation to Clarice at the Sanctuary headquarters via an encrypted line.

Sanctuary, Clarice's office.

"Is there a change within the vampire clan? Have the second-generation elders all awakened?"

Clarisse frowned slightly as she looked at the encrypted message coming through the communicator, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes.

She immediately realized the importance of this matter.

The strength of the second-generation vampire elders is far beyond that of the modern vampires. Their collective awakening will undoubtedly greatly change the landscape of the dark world and may even pose a threat to the forces on the periphery of the Holy Domain.

However, Ye Feng is currently making final preparations for tomorrow's press conference, which is destined to shake the world.

"Do everything you can to save Blade and ensure his safety. I have received the intelligence about the vampires, but all operational instructions will be decided after His Holiness the Pope's press conference tomorrow."

Clarice calmly issued the order.

At present, everything in the Sanctuary must give way to tomorrow. Any troubles must be postponed for now.