I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 337 - 337 339 The Divine Not Dead The Ancient

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Bare-chested beastmen wielding massive hammers slammed down onto the huge rocks on the ground, creating sparks that flew in all directions.

Two cooperating laborers immediately stepped forward to move the shattered rocks, one of them paused for a moment, wanting to catch his breath.

The beastman foreman, filled with fury, saw this and swung his whip, whoosh~ the sound of it cutting through the air, snap~ it struck directly onto the back of the resting beastman laborer, adding a new bloody mark to his bare back.

Looking up, the back of the beastman laborer was now streaked with blood, densely packed scars resembling the dry, decayed soil of hell, chilling to behold; no one could imagine the extent of pain he had endured.

The beastman laborer’s wails did not evoke any pity.

“Damn rebel slaves!!! If you delay the orders of Prince, I will use an iron whip forged from steel to harshly lash your backs!!”

The foreman, bearing large tusks, roared across the excavation site.

Elevating the viewpoint to the sky, looking down from above, one could clearly see that this area, sprawling thousands of spans, densely packed with over 50,000 beastman laborers.

These laborers, clad only in animal hide skirts, wielded pointed hoes and huge rock-breaking hammers along with various other rock excavation tools.

It seemed they were trying to pierce through the earth itself.

Clang~

Clang~

This piece of land had sunken nearly a thousand spans down compared to the surrounding ground, but it seemed the excavation would never cease.

No one knew when they would stop.

These laborers, captured from tribes across the barren wasteland by the army, functioned like sleepless machines, ceaselessly digging.

Two hundred spans away from this site, on a wooden bell tower, a robust figure overlooked it all.

Shahram Furious Blood Roar.

The prince of the Beastman Empire, this young prince had inherited his ancestors’ glorious surname—Furious Blood Roar.

Furious Blood Roar is a legendary title etched into beastman legend.

This title once shone in the ancient era, hundreds of millions of years ago when beastmen ruled the main plane of Glory, and humans had not yet risen.

When the Abyss shattered and darkness fell upon the land, the legendary beastman king known as Furious Blood Roar led all beastman warriors into the Abyss.

The beastman king successively shattered twelve planes of the Abyss, becoming an eternal legend.

Although the beastman king was eventually killed by the demon god of the Abyss, the name Furious Blood Roar remained an eternal banner in the hearts of beastmen.

The descendants of that legendary beastman king henceforth changed their surname to this legendary title—Furious Blood Roar.

This was the glory of the beastmen, the greatness of their ancestors.

“My king, I have already felt the mystique buried beneath the earth.

The power is nearly bursting forth, it is the existence we have dreamt of.

It is the one and eternal greatness!”

Wearing armor sewn from the scales of extraordinary-level demon beasts, towering at 2.5 spans like a small giant, Beastman Prince Shahram Furious Blood Roar, slightly turned his head to look at the speaker beside him.

That massive lion’s head seemed like an ancient creature from legend, drawing even more attention, not for its lion’s mane, but for the five grey, octopus-like tendrils extending from his chin.

These tendrils, half a span long, touched his chest and gently moved, emitting an energy fluctuation that made one’s heart tremble.

The Blood Curse, a curse passed down through the bloodline of the ancestors, anyone of the Furious Blood Roar family bore this ghastly altered appearance eternally.

Yet paired with Prince Shahram’s imposing aura, those five gray tendrils commanded presence, not only did they not detract from his appearance, but they added a fearsome boldness.

Shahram looked at the shaman beside him, his tone cold.

“Speed up the process, Trevor!

This is the tenth time I’ve heard you say this, yet still, there is no trace.

Trevor, tell me, have you deceived me?!”

The beastman language echoed in the air, the implicit anger causing the surrounding beastman guards to simultaneously lower their heads, not daring to meet their king’s gaze directly.

Wearing an ancient robe sewn from animal hide, Shaman Trevor met the prince’s eyes, his purely white irises devoid of any other color.

“My king, I have already sensed that presence, it is the breath of divine beings, true divines…

This ruin passed down by the divines may truly contain unimaginable power!”

Divine beings???

The massive wooden bell tower was suddenly plunged into a deadly silence, and the strong guards bowed their heads even deeper, for this was a secret they were not meant to hear.

This city concealed an ancient relic left by the Divine… if word of this got out, it would surely shake the entire frontier.

“Trevor… we have been digging for far too long…”

Shahram spoke with a depth in his voice.

“Our broken Divine Artifact, we have at most six months left, after that, we can no longer conceal the aura here… believe me, those damned humans, if they sense the presence of the Divine relic, they will definitely make a move to snatch it!

Those damned, dirty, greedy, disgusting lives are the biggest scourge of this world!”

Trevor bowed his head, “My king, I found the key from our ancestral relics, I cannot be wrong.

The establishment of Risier City 3,000 years ago was due to the Risier Royal Family wanting to seize the Divine relic beneath this land, but they collapsed too swiftly and did not have the chance to excavate it.

My king, trust me, this relic is worth every sacrifice we make; it is the future of the Beastmen!”

The Shaman, Trevor, with his pure white eyes, looked solemnly at Shahram as if remembering something, and pulled something out from his chest,

then extended his right hand, opening his clenched wolf claw slightly, revealing a blue gemstone pendant in front of Shahram.

The moment the pendant was revealed, an aura that seemed to have transcended from antiquity spread.

Everyone on the bell tower felt a chill down their spine in that instant, as if they were being watched by an Abyss Demon.

A deathly aura permeated the air.

The lower-level Beastman guards even trembled in their souls at this moment.

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