I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 150: Chapter 151 The Ever-Changing Dawn City
 

As the moon fell, the sun rose anew over the land of Dawn City the following day.

The breeding farm had returned to tranquility.

Not far from the breeding farm, on the mountainside, a huge reservoir shaped like a bowl had formed overnight.

Looking down from mid-air, a reservoir twenty blades deep and over sixty blades in length and width had gouged a gigantic hole in the mountain.

However, since the reservoir was formed due to high temperatures melting the rock, even when filled with water, it wouldn’t affect the mountain below, nor would there be any issues like leakage.

At this time, due to the small flow of the mountain springs, the reservoir, which could be called exaggerated, was still far from being full.

But Lide was not in a hurry; although he had arranged for Gold Mining to make pipes and faucets, taking out finished products would take at least two more days.

Luckily, faucets and pipes were not highly difficult industrial products, and these experienced blacksmiths could definitely craft the pipes he wanted.

Once the breeding farm was on the right track, Lide would let Harrison manage it.

He naturally would not waste time on pig farming, even though becoming a pig farming tycoon also seemed like a fine prospect.

It must be said that although the breeding farm was built on a whim, it had turned Lide’s attention to the civil welfare issues of Dawn City.

At this stage for resource-starved Dawn City, increasing the sources of supplies should be a priority.

The breeding farm could provide more nutritious food, which would greatly enhance the residents’ satisfaction, and with the planned blood donation drive in the future, it would better help residents recover their health.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Lide called Harrison who had not yet left the breeding farm.

“Now, what tools do humans use for farming?”

Harrison looked somewhat pale, as the daylight rapidly diminished the physical condition of the Bloodline race.

“Farming?”

Harrison shook his head. For the Bloodline race, not adept at farming, such matters seemed uninteresting. If his job at City Hall hadn’t made him pay attention to these things, he probably wouldn’t even bother.

“My lord, currently they use iron spades and hoes to dig…”

Lide nodded, unsurprised.

Although this world possessed powerful magic, how could anyone expect noble mages to stoop to farming? Not even worth considering.

And because of the strong physical constitution, labor-intensive farming was acceptable to the citizens of Glory World, even if it was less efficient.

“Have Dylan go to the plains of Dawn and capture a bunch of wild oxen for domestication. The residents can enslave the oxen for farming, and I will provide the necessary equipment.”

For ancient Huaxia, ox farming was an evolution in productivity; even in ancient times, slaying oxen privately was against the law. Even one’s own oxen could not be killed privately, because they were important labor forces.

In Glory, due to humans’ strong physicality, livestock were rarely used for farming. At least in the memory of the Blood Clan Ancestor, humans had always cultivated their own land.

The most domesticated animals were mild pigs, lambs, and horses. There were oxen too, but not many.

On the frontier, because of yearly invasions from Beastmen, civilians who raised large livestock were rare, especially oxen that weren’t very useful.

The world was different and couldn’t be judged by common sense.

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Lide’s commands were as solid as law; Harrison immediately agreed, as there were plenty of wild beasts on the plains of Dawn. For over a hundred years, they had bred freely without predators, and that land had long since become a paradise for wild beasts.

After Harrison departed, he immediately passed Lide’s orders to Dylan.

Dylan, who had been capturing pigs on the plains of Dawn recently, took the order without hesitation and set off again with the Bloodline as the sun prepared to set in the evening.

It was heartbreaking how skillful they were.

Only the Blood Clan Ancestor could make a level 10 Advanced Warrior from an Upper Race like the Bloodline utilize such formidable combat power for capturing pigs and hunting wild oxen.

The Magic Language Bat cave was located mid-slope to the east of Dawn City, quite close to the blood pool housing the Holy Spirit.

When establishing the Magic Language Bat cave, they had considered the safety of the blood pool. Should the blood pool be invaded by enemies, the bats could reach it immediately.

However, for now, the Magic Language Bats did not need to engage in combat. Utilizing these unique magic creatures of the Bloodline for production was currently the proper path.

Dylan, the powerful warrior, had become a tool for tasks, capturing pigs two days ago and now catching wild oxen.

For a second-generation Bloodline who had forcefully tamed Double-legged Flying Dragons, this was not considered a pleasant task.

But Lide’s commands were absolute, and no one could defy them.

So, after receiving the command, Dylan set out with 30 Bloodline members and two hundred Magic Language Bats.

“Viscount, why does the Ancestor want us to capture these lowly wild beasts and keep them? Can’t the vast expanses of the Dawn Plains support these animals?”

A tall and skinny Bloodline member complained to Dylan with some frustration.

As nobles of the Bloodline, they wouldn’t usually even bother with these wild creatures, only Demon Beasts captured their attention for a bit longer.

But now they were expected to go out and capture dirty and lowly creatures like wild boars and buffalo, which he found utterly perplexing.

Dylan flipped onto a Magic Language Bat, looking down from his high position at the Bloodline members below.

“Fool, do you think you can fathom the Ancestor’s vision? Look behind you at Dawn City!!”

Hearing this, the tall and thin Bloodline member was somewhat confused. What did this have to do with Dawn City?

With doubts in his mind, he turned around to overlook the entirety of Dawn City from the middle of the northern mountain range.

From a height of a thousand blades, Dawn City was entirely visible.

Because of the elevation, the city appeared to be miniaturized countless times, everything looking extremely tiny.

The residual glow of the setting sun bathed the skies above Dawn City, with the last of the twilight casting a warm-colored light.

Even the roofs of the city blocks seemed to have been sprinkled with a layer of golden sand, imbuing them with a dreamlike and hazy hue.

In just the past half-year, the once desolate and empty Dawn City had undergone drastic change.

The bustling crowd moved about like ants within the tree-branch-like streets, especially lively around the broad squares.

In the southern district, many new homes under construction shrank to the size of ants amidst the busy workers.

On the lands outside the southern district, a magnificent structure was rising from the ground.

This was Dawn City’s Mage Tower.

The towering figure of the One-eyed Giant wove through it all, effortfully fortifying the foundation while Bloodline members with bat wings used Mage’s Hand to maneuver enormous stones, contributing to the construction of the soon-to-be-completed Mage Tower.

Even farther away, human figures too small to discern worked the fields.

Although not seen very clearly, the city infused all the surrounding Bloodline members with a sense of vitality washing over them.

Compared to the previously lonesome Dawn City, the current city was more deserving of the name, brimming with hope.

“Do you understand now? In just six months, the Ancestor Crown has transformed a city with just two hundred of the Bloodline into what it is now!!

And in the future, our Dawn City will become a city even greater than Green City.

All of this has been brought about by the Ancestor Crown.”

Dylan glared fiercely at the Bloodline member who had just spoken.

“Put away those ignorant looks. If you don’t understand, just follow orders. Anyone who dares disobey, I will personally send to the Security Team.”

His cold words made many Bloodline members bow their heads in shame, evidently feeling guilty for their inner thoughts.

The tall, scolded Bloodline member’s face paled and he immediately dared not speak further.

The Bloodline was a race with a very strict hierarchy, superiors had absolute jurisdiction over their subordinates, and the Blood Clan Ancestor had absolute power over the entire Bloodline.

Therefore, third-generation Bloodline descendants would never dare to rebel against the second generation or the Blood Clan Ancestor.

However, the Bloodline were beings of no small wisdom and, although all belonged to the Bloodline, each individual’s thoughts differed. It wasn’t strange that some did not understand Lide’s commands.

“Viscount, I’m sorry, it was my mistake. The grandeur of the Ancestor Crown is beyond my imagination, please forgive my ignorance…”

“As long as you know. From now on, keep your mouth shut.

Everyone prepare to set out. This is a task personally entrusted by the Ancestor Crown. If anything goes wrong, the consequences are not something you’d want to know,” Dylan said and with a pull of the reins, the Magic Language Bat he sat on abruptly rose.

With enormous and powerful claws pushing off the ground, the Magic Language Bat’s body soared into the air, its body facing the wind as it took flight from the cliff edge.

Looking back, a deep mark was left on the bluestone ground.

Such marks covered the sky platform spanning more than two hundred blades in width.

Before long, all the Bloodline members and Magic Language Bats took flight, heading towards the Dawn Plains to begin hunting the creatures they once disdained—buffaloes.