I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 154: 155th The Land of Forgotten Sins
 

In the western district of Green City, a cone-topped church lay hidden within a slum.

Gray banners that resembled the shattered wings of demons were mounted on the half-circle white stone doors of the church, fluttering eerily in the night wind.

Under the cold moonlight, the patterns on the banners were blurred, their shadows twisting in the wind like grotesque demons waving their sharp claws.

Enter the church.

In the darkness, the dim warm candlelight and torchlight faintly illuminated the church hall, but the insufficient lighting made the surroundings very dim.

Looking around the church through the weak light.

On the black walls, horrific patterns were painted in a blood-red color that sent chills down the spine—Devils of hell devouring humans, demons of the abyss tearing apart the earth, destruction and death were conveyed through the walls to every human who stopped to stare.

Dark and horrifying.

Such an environment was enough to make any normal human turn and flee.

But tonight was different.

“When darkness falls, the entire world will sink under the feet of the tyrannical ruler, all will be destroyed, only by the eternal faith in the Divine King—the God of Tyranny, can one be freed from death.

Great God of Tyranny, your humble and loyal believers offer to you the most exquisite souls!”

A priest in a black cloak knelt in the center of the church, praying loudly in a weird and grating tone.

The wide cloak shrouded the priest’s entire face, which was hidden in the shadows, revealing only the high, hooked nose.

In front of him on the black altar, a figure covered in scars lay unconscious, clearly the offering mentioned by the priest in the shadows.

Around them, over twenty fervent humans in sackcloth robes cried out in unison.

“Great God of Tyranny, your humble and loyal believers offer to you the most exquisite souls!”

They all knelt down together.

The dark central priest then began to chant a complex and prolonged spell in a low voice.

“ol…rf…cq…f…xy…rv…”

Abyssal blasphemous language.

The mentally unstable would fall into psychic hallucinations upon hearing the Abyssal blasphemous language and eventually die from the terrifying hallucinations.

Such evil language was used only by the demons of the abyss and the followers of the Evil God.

After the black-robed priest finished chanting the spell, the air gradually grew oppressively heavy.

No one in the entire church uttered a sound; all eyes were fixed on the altar, with only the rustling noise of banners coming from outside the church.

Just as the central priest was about to rise in extreme disappointment, an indescribable and terrifying oppressive force emerged.

The lights within the dim church dimmed even further at that moment, the light no longer reaching the altar.

Above the altar, a cold gaze emerging from the shadows and darkness enveloped everyone in fear.

It was as though an unspeakable terror was watching over this place.

A gaze from the abyss.

Fear rose among everyone.

As the scarred human began to panic inside the church, he slowly disintegrated into ash on the altar.

Like wood completely consumed by fire, vanishing without a trace with a gust of wind.

Terrifying and merciless, everyone bowed their heads, not daring to look directly, only the central black-robed priest’s heart surged with excitement.

Great God of Tyranny, your humble follower has finally caught your attention, praise be to you!

After the offering vanished, that authoritative gaze swept around the church, and everyone felt a piercing coldness and involuntarily weakened knees as if a giant dragon had opened its bloody maw before them.

After sweeping around, the gaze settled on the central priest.

Swoosh~

A mass of dark energy, thick as smoke, continuously swirled upward from the altar.

Before anyone had a chance to react, it entered the body of the central priest cloaked in black.

At the same time, the icy gaze disappeared.

Everyone inside the church was like drowning victims surfacing for air, gasping heavily, their eyes filled with terror.

The priest, enveloped in his cloak, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his hoarse voice filled with intense delight.

“I have reached level 15!! Praise the God of Tyranny!!”

The crowd around him immediately looked at him with envy.

This was the second level 15 of the Late Bell Church, they were rising!!

They would surely spread the Glory of the God of Tyranny across Green City!!

Those false Main Gods, those detestable heretics, would surely turn to ash under the brilliance of our God.

Having just felt the Divine Power, they were now full of confidence.

No one can defy under the Dignity of the God of Tyranny, God is the only eternal existence!

Stanley stood up, feeling the explosive power inside his body, his blood boiling.

He had finally stepped into level 15!!

Praise the God of Tyranny!!

The gaze hidden within the cloak held darkness and bloodlust; the Late Bell Church would ultimately rise, the God of Tyranny is the true Divine!!

A ceremony hidden in darkness was quietly completed without anyone noticing.

Green City, unbeknownst to all, gained another level 15 presence.

“Lord Stanley, the bishop has requested your presence…”

After the ceremony, another priest also cloaked approached Stanley respectfully.

Stanley nodded slightly, glanced around at the crowd, and said indifferently,

“After leaving, make sure the church is hidden well, don’t expose it until the Late Bell Church is publicly recognized.

The twilight of the gods is coming.

Only the gods of the endless abyss truly dominate this world!”

“As you command, Lord Stanley,” the priests below bowed, their faces filled with excitement as if they had reached the goal of their lifetime.

Stanley’s dark eyes under the cloak flickered with a hint of blue chill, he turned as the priest who just spoke left, leaving behind the believers cleaning up.@@novelbin@@

The western district is the slum of Green City; over six hundred thousand impoverished people cram into this narrow area.

Sin, violence, gambling, lust—this land is a paradise of crime.

Every day new bodies float in the sewers; some may have died from murder, some from sacrifices to the Evil God, and some from the sinister spells of an Undead Mage; no one can clearly say the cause of their deaths.

This is a land where even the Evil God would cheer.

The nobles of Green City seem indifferent to this land; the City Lord has sent troops to clean up the area, but after the cleanup, it quickly returns to its original state.

Sin has taken root here, rotting the land to the core.

Thus, the chaotic and evil southern district has become the preferred haven for myriad underground forces.

Followers of the Evil God, gang factions, exiled criminals, pursued heretics, and all conceivable evils exist here.

After exiting the church, Stanley followed his guide through the darkness, the cold moonlight seemingly dimmer as it shone on this land.

The dense, mazy paths were like tangled thread, with no beginning and unclear ends.

They even witnessed a brutal murder in passing, but neither of them paid it any heed.

Half a day later, in front of a lavish manor, the guide, also hidden under a cloak, unrecognizable, stopped.

“Lord Stanley, the Lord Bishop is inside, please proceed.”