I Became the Progenitor Vampire

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?Chapter 380: Chapter 382 (Anti-Theft Section, Do Not Subscribe) The King’s Majestic Presence, With a Single Word the Divine Kneel Chapter 380: Chapter 382 (Anti-Theft Section, Do Not Subscribe) The King’s Majestic Presence, With a Single Word the Divine Kneel “Focus the power around me!

Let other positions be left open, those damn humans and undead want to plunder the Divine artifacts, right?

Then give them the chance!”

After the Iron Sword, which Beastman Prince Shahrarm was originally confident would suppress the Ancient Evil God, had lost its effect, he lost his initial confident stance.

That Iron Sword had been used by the Beast God and had been offered countless sacrifices to reseal some of the Beast God’s power within it.

But now such a terrifying weapon couldn’t even withstand a second, the terror of the Ancient Evil God was beyond his imagination.

Yet, the Divine Artifact and Divine body were tempting him, making him hold on to the last vestige of hope.

At this moment, the price paid was so heavy; if he did not get what he wanted, his losses would be too great to accept.

Whoo-whoo~

Merely a few minutes after Shahrarm ordered the abandonment of the encirclement around the Divine artifact, the human’s horn sounded from a nearby location.

Humans, who fought fiercely, finally broke through the blockade of the Beastmen and entered the core area of Risier City.

However, what awaited them was not wine and flowers, nor was it divine artifacts and jewels, but a group of fierce Half-ratmen who had defeated the Beastmen.

The strength of the fierce Half-ratmen dealt a heavy blow to the human army.

But Duke O’Kelly’s resolve was unshakeable; human warriors, archers, knights, and even the Pegasus Cavalry attacked from above in this area.

Yet the number of fierce Half-ratmen was simply too great, endlessly emerging from the Space Gate, like ceaseless waves.

More astonishing than the undead, and most disheartening was that under the blessing of Divine Power, the originally frail Half-ratmen had grown incredibly strong.

Human warriors could only barely defend.

“Damn rats! Taste the Dwarves’ giant axes!”

With a furious roar, the Dwarf Army mounted on stout goats joined the fray from another front.

These heavily armored Dwarves, covered in bloodstains from a harsh battle, had an unbreakable faith in their eyes.

Following the Dwarves were the Undead, another side of the area blanketed by these beings indifferent to death and pain.

A ghastly howl rose in the sky, a Bone Dragon with tattered Dragon Wings led the way, and behind it, a Death Knight commanded countless undead armies to clash head-on with the fierce Half-ratmen.

Neither party feared death, and the confrontation turned instantly bloody.

Beastmen, Dwarves, undead, humans,

Four armies converged.

Around Risier City, within a hundred kilometers, millions witnessed this epic scene from the reflections in the sky, and seeing the Beastmen overwhelmed by the wild Half-ratmen, everyone knew that the final battle was about to begin.

The core area of Risier City for more than ten kilometers had become the arena of the final showdown.

Victory would be the myth-like battle of slaughtering gods, and defeat, the resurgence of ancient evil… Once a surviving Ancient Evil God appeared on the Main Plane, no one could guarantee what might happen.

Players held their breath upon seeing this scene, frantically taking screenshots.

Among the natives, some began to run in the opposite direction of Risier City, trying to avoid the impending disaster, while others charged straight toward Risier City, seeking to fish in troubled waters amidst extreme danger.

But at this moment, outside the city that no longer held anyone’s attention.

A colossal figure soared, crowing loudly.

“Caw-caw-caw~ Damn beastmen brats, the great Lord Withered Bones is here, are you ready to be obliterated?!”

“No one can breathe under the Dragon Breath of Lord Withered Bones, I am the Undying King, and I shall be eternal…”

“Caw-caw-caw, feel my power! Yes, I am invincible, the invincible Lord Withered Bones…”

Accompanied by this chatty Bone Dragon, an incredibly vast army advanced rapidly below.

Dawn’s army arrived just before the final battle.

The battle of five armies, the battle of culmination.

Whoo-whoo~

The long horn, which sounded from the start of the battle in Risier City, continued to echo through the skies mingled with ancient blasphemous language.

The war horns inevitably link to death and glory, with the defeated dying and the victorious basking in glory.

However, at this moment, the battlefield at the heart of Risier City had become an arena of death with no sight of victory.

This place was watched by the God of Death, reeking of slaughter and flowing with fresh blood.

Crippled warriors shouted in agony, their cries of misery like those of dying wild animals.

To kill or be killed was the only fate of a warrior; life was the cheapest commodity on the battlefield.

There was no mercy in war, no greatness, none of the beauty proclaimed by the world; war was a pure meat grinder.

To earn respect and glory, one had only to survive, to truly survive…

At this time, floating above the Black Altar, Emi—the Plague and Death God—exuded an increasingly terrifying aura.

At the sight of it, everyone felt as if an abyssal giant beast capable of tearing through planes was awakening, and under such majesty, no one could remain calm, making submission an unashamed choice.

The fallen warriors around, their collapsed bodies, and the blood splattered all became a backdrop to this ancient Evil God.

More terrifying was that these dead warriors never found rest; their souls, as if grabbed by a devil reaper, were dragged out of their bodies and then absorbed by the Plague and Death God.

This war had already claimed hundreds of thousands of lives, and that immense power was being absorbed by It.

The bat wings behind the vampire’s body had turned jet black, and their spikes had grown increasingly dreadful.

This bloody battlefield had now become the nourishment for this Evil God, growing stronger.

And darker.

“For the Dwarves!”

“Long live Duke O’Kelly!”

“In the name of Blood Fury Howl!”

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