I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 367 - 367 369 Beneath the Crown I Have Mastered the

?Chapter 367: Chapter 369: Beneath the Crown, I Have Mastered the Power of the Divine Chapter 367: Chapter 369: Beneath the Crown, I Have Mastered the Power of the Divine January 10th, as night fell.

This year’s Frost Month was even colder than usual. Lide walked slowly along the snow-covered streets of the Iron Hoof Tribe, outside the streets there was no one to be seen, only a sparse number of Centaur Warriors were on patrol.

It seemed the big freeze had seized not just the land, but also slowed everyone’s movements.

Ever since he discovered the Chaos and Eye of Death, Risier City felt as if it had touched some forbidden realm, and the number of Beastman troops sent out on alert had increased.

Direwolves howled across the snowy ground, and Double-legged Flying Dragons searched the skies for any suspicious persons; that place had truly become forbidden territory.

Lide was increasingly aware of a tense atmosphere spreading over Risier City, like the heavy snow of Frost Month, layer upon layer piling up until, at a certain moment, the snow underneath could no longer bear the weight and would begin to collapse.

Information about Divine relics had been propagated over and over by players, and more and more locals began to harbor doubts about the matter. Nearby scouts gradually increased.

Risier City had become a powder keg, a keg that would explode at the slightest touch.

However, Lide did not focus all his attention on Risier City; he felt that the flashpoint there might not come so soon.

Because the undying Divine had yet to be unsealed, and though the eye that could freeze his soul filled him with great terror, the aura of the trapped being could not be concealed.

By comparison, during his week at the Iron Hoof Tribe, Lide spent more time adjusting to and understanding this rapidly expanding force.

A tribe with a force of 70,000 warriors, stronger than the current Dawn City.

The crunching of boots on ice sounded as Lide suddenly halted, turning his head to look at the 16th-level Centaur Chief, Sam, and the 15th-level second-generation Bloodline, Frey, following closely beside him.

“Frey, how is the free market doing now?”

The Free Market was initially designed as a window for Dawn City to dump goods onto the Dwarf Hills, making profits from Demon Beast pelts and various ores.

But as the Iron Hoof Tribe grew rapidly, this market was now tasked with bearing greater responsibilities.

“Your Majesty, the free market is developing rapidly. We have established over 800 stalls, and the number of Centaurs from other tribes who stay here for trade exceeds 7,000, with a monthly foot traffic exceeding 500,000 times…

We acquire a significant quantity of Demon Beast pelts and ores every day, and the free market is also our means of communicating with the other tribes…”

Hearing this dry report, Lide shook his head, “Frey, the free market is not just about simple trade…”

“Your Majesty, what do you mean?”

Frey was clearly puzzled, and Sam beside him also showed a look of confusion.

“The free market includes the trade of goods, but the trade is not everything. We can also use the free market to pass on the messages we want to convey to the outside world…”

“For instance, Guido, as the chosen one by the Divine to rebuild the Centaur Empire, a Child of Destiny, has the Iron Hoof Tribe not heard of him?? Why has nobody discussed this news here?”

These words made Frey and Sam look enlightened.

Lide did not stop, his eyes showing a hint of deeper intent as he continued, “And it’s not just that, if handled well, we might even cause a division within the Centaurs…”

Sam couldn’t help but interrupt at this point, “Your Majesty, how could the Centaurs become divided?”

Looking at the somewhat anxious Centaur Chief, Lide smiled, “No need to worry, such a division would be beneficial for the Iron Hoof Tribe and even the whole Dwarf Hills.

For a long time now, the Centaurs of the Dwarf Hills have clung to their incomplete selves, unwilling to change, even merely hiding in the shell of the Dwarf Hills to isolate themselves out of fear of human hunting, appearing to have survived.

But in my view, this is nothing more than lingering on a last breath.

For the Centaurs to develop, they must change everything about the present.”

“The intrinsic order that seems to be protecting you all is actually imprisoning the possibility of development. Now that adventurers have arrived, if the Centaurs do not change, they will eventually become stepping stones for other forces.”

The words, spared of any mercy, silenced Sam. He wanted to argue, but found no grounds to refute.

“Your Majesty, what do you plan to do?”

“What to do?” Lide slightly extended his hand, catching a snowflake that floated before him. He watched it slowly melt in his palm before he spoke again.

“In the world of adventurers, there is a powerful country known as the Federation Empire. This powerful country loves to stir up trouble, and they have a very interesting strategy — peaceful evolution, color revolution.”

“Using advanced propaganda methods, they aggressively attack the political systems of enemy states, driving a wedge between the governments and their people, unboundedly glorifying themselves, and promoting themselves as the bastions of human rights and freedom, even as a savior.

“Then, they take control by influencing the elites or channels of discourse to brainwash the citizenry of enemy nations. The brainwashed populace yearns for the freedom, equality, and democracy that they have been led to believe exists only in their imaginations. In the end, they turn against their own state, which has always protected them, causing it to fragment and collapse.

“The Federation Empire then collects the harvest without deploying a single soldier, achieving so-called peaceful evolution.”

After these words, Lide looked toward the two individuals with a profound gaze.

“Although the actions and methods of that nation in the Lost Plane are contemptible, their tactics are undoubtedly of great referential significance.

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