I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 177: Chapter 178: Northern Bloodline, Extraordinary Traits: Fearless
 

When Grott saw the one-sided battle below, his gaze, sharp as a falcon’s, locked firmly onto the One-eyed Giant at the tallest peak. After severing the head of the Magic Language Bat beneath his feet, he leapt from the sky, hundreds of blades high.

Beneath him was Koso, the 15th Level Lord of the One-eyed Giant Race.

Koso sensed something and abruptly looked up, locking eyes with Grott in midair.

Feeling the powerful aura emanating from Grott, Koso showed no fear in his eyes; instead, he was filled with excitement.

This was the first time the One-eyed Giant Race fought for Dawn City, and they needed to secure a victory.

For only glory could earn them respect.

During his time in Dawn City, he had fallen in love with this city where one never had to worry about starving or being attacked by terrifying demon beasts.

This had become his home, and now he was fighting for Dawn City!

Cold lights flickered in Grott’s eyes as he held his sword in both hands in the air.

The two-palm-wide silver-white thick sword passed down by his ancestors was sharp enough to cleave through the scales of a giant dragon.

The blink of an eye was enough to cover hundreds of blades’ distance.

With the help of gravitational acceleration, Grott’s body was filled with berserk power.

As Grott drew near, Koso, wielding a giant iron Wolf Fang Club, swung it like playing baseball.

And Grott had no way out.

He directly executed a Jump Cut.

Using the Warrior Skill — Jump Cut and Challenge, his body released a powerful force, the higher the leap, the greater the burst of strength.

Thud~

A massive collision sound erupted.

Space itself seemed to ripple.

Koso’s huge Wolf Fang Club was actually split into two by Grott’s giant sword.

Grott’s descending momentum undiminished, his giant sword cleaved down from Koso’s front, powered by the fall.

The One-eyed Giant had immense strength but lacked agility and could not dodge at that moment.

Screech~

An even sharper frictional sound exploded.

Koso’s full body armor was directly split open by the opponent.

Then starting from the chest down to the abdomen, a huge wound appeared.

Blood splattered.

Driven mad by intense pain, Koso, holding the half Wolf Fang Club, swung with all his strength at Grott.

Grott, who had just landed, didn’t have time to react and was directly hit by the Wolf Fang Club, ten times his weight.

Bang~

Squelch~

Perhaps only now did Grott fully grasp how strong a Lord of the One-eyed Giant Race with the Ancient Giant Bloodline really was.

After being struck, Grott was sent flying hundreds of blades’ length away, crashing through two large trees held together by one person before smashing into the ground, leaving behind a bloody streak.

Mud and grass clippings splattered.

In a brief moment, the strongest fighter of the Bloodline, Koso, exchanged blows equally with Grott, the 16th level Northern Warrior.

This armored One-eyed Giant Lord, after receiving a huge wound from Grott’s strike, collapsed on the ground, momentarily losing combat capacity.

Lide, observing from afar, showed little change in his expression.

Unless the heart or head of a One-eyed Giant was severed, these beings with Ancient Giant Bloodline would not easily die.

As long as it meant disabling the strongest fighter of the Northern, a one-for-one trade wasn’t a loss.

But what followed next surprised him.

Grot struggled to his feet again after being hurled away hundreds of blades by Koso.

“Unscathed?”

The resilience of a high-level warrior had taken Lide by surprise; this was his first time encountering a creature who could stand up after being smashed hundreds of blades away by the massive weight of a Wolf Fang Club.

By now, Grot’s armor was shattered, his face smeared with a mix of mud and blood, and his gray clothes stained red with blood.

The excruciating pain in his chest made him realize that at least three of his ribs were broken, and his right arm was fractured as well.

Yet, after sustaining such severe injuries, there was still no wavering in the Northern Warrior’s dark eyes.

His will was as firm as a mountain.

“Kill!”

Taking up the giant sword planted in the ground with his left hand, Grot charged again toward the one-eyed giant lord, now collapsed and bleeding a hundred meters away.

Northern Warrior, fearless, unafraid!

Death is glory!

At this moment, Lide, who had a commanding view of everything, was deeply shocked.

No wonder Northern Warriors are called the first of the three great warriors of glory.

Their unyielding conviction was terrifying.

Thud, thud, thud~

With each step, Grot’s momentum grew stronger as he sprinted, scattering clods of earth and tufts of grass.

At this time, the cumbersome one-eyed giant lord, Koso, had just managed to start getting up, utterly unable to stop the opposing charge.

“Shadow Touch”

“Shadow Prison”

Just then, two soft commands rang out.

Two massive black wrists emerged from the shadows, grabbing Grot’s ankles, while a prison made of shadows appeared around him.

Dual Casting.

Thud~

The tremendous force of the charge slammed into the two spells.

But the spell prison was unscathed.

Emi appeared thirty blades away.

Clearly, this magic was the handiwork of the Shadow High Priest, and Emi, who excelled in shadow spells, was undoubtedly a master at cursing and ensnaring his foes.

In direct combat, he might not match the explosive power of traditional mages, but in terms of restraining and weakening an enemy, shadow mages were far superior.

The sight of Emi enraged Grot instantly.

It was this filthy rat that had put him in this predicament.

Slowly, his black eyes reddened with blood.

He was determined to kill this damned bastard!

Some hidden power within Grot began to awaken under his resolute will.

The surging power within him vibrated vigorously.

Under Emi’s gaze, even though Grot was seriously injured, his body’s aura grew even more powerful, and his wounds visibly scabbed over at an observable speed.

The broken arm healed in the blink of an eye.

Northern Bloodline, activated.

The reason Northern Warriors could claim the title of the first of the three great warriors of glory wasn’t just their robust physical condition and innate talent.

It was also because their bloodline carried a talent exclusive to warriors.

Northern Bloodline: activates the power left in the bloodline by ancestors, immune to pain, immune to mental magic, strength increased by 30%, stamina and life recovery speed increased by 500%, able to harness the power of the bloodline to heal physical injuries, duration: 20 minutes.

During the activation of the Northern Bloodline, Northern Warriors possess the trait: Fearless.

Fearless: The warrior’s attacks, imbued with extreme intent damage, would cause higher damage, the stronger their willpower was.

This Fearless Trait was a powerful characteristic only Extraordinary Warriors could possess, among which the extreme intent damage was a signature.

It was because of their exceptionally brilliant Bloodline Talent that the Northern Warriors became an existence that no one could ignore.

Among all the warriors of Glory, only Northern Warriors could wield powers exclusive to the Transcendents even at a low level.

Grote swung his giant sword once more.

Zzzzt~

The Shadow Prison that had entrapped him, this invisible force of Magic Power, was directly cleaved apart.

By now, a faint glow had already attached itself upon the giant sword.

Extreme Intent — when a warrior’s willpower reached its peak, they could manipulate Magic Power to imbue their weapon, allowing the warrior to wield terrifying elemental lethality.

This had always been exclusive to Extraordinary Warriors.

After Grote activated the power of his Bloodline, Emi’s face drastically changed.

As a Shadow High Priest, direct combat was never his forte, and clashing head-on with a Northern Warrior who had activated his Bloodline was not something even a brainless Half-Beast would consider.

Emi’s body rapidly disappeared into the shadows, attempting to withdraw from combat.

But it was already too late.

Emi had only become a level 15 for half a year, whereas Grote had already been a level 15 warrior when he left the Northern lands over twenty years ago — the gap between them was significant.

Moreover, Emi wasn’t a Spellcaster skilled in direct combat.

Thump-thump~

The pale glow broke through the shadow cage.

The spot where Emi had vanished was blasted into a huge pit by Grote wielding his giant sword.

After imbuing the sword with Extreme Intent, its lethality had increased more than fivefold.

Boom-boom~

Two Thunder Bursts shot from Emi’s hands

But as they approached Grote, they were directly exploded by the glowing giant sword, causing no damage whatsoever to Grote.

The power of Extreme Intent could disrupt the structure of spells and was the backbone of the Extraordinary Warriors’ resistance against Extraordinary Spellcasters.

At that moment, the last ray of light in the sky also finally vanished.

Night had fallen.

Grote had completely abandoned the injured One-eyed Giant Lord, his gaze firmly locked on Emi, his hatred for the traitor exceeding everyone else’s.

Emi, meanwhile, was on the run, repeatedly thwarted in his attempts to take flight by Grote.

Facing a Northern Warrior who had activated the power of his Bloodline, Emi dared not confront him head-on and could only fight while retreating.

In fact, if he hadn’t been fast, he might have been slain by Grote already.

“All Bloodlines, begin your move.”

It was only then that Lide, who had been observing the scene calmly, finally acted.

In truth, by now, they had forced out all of Grote’s backup strategies.

If they did not act soon, it was very likely that Emi, the newly ranked level 15 Shadow High Priest, would be killed outright by Grote who had activated his Bloodline.

This was a loss he could not afford.

Upon hearing Lide’s command, the second-generation Bloodlines behind him, full of eagerness, immediately set off.

They had watched long enough; they needed a battle to prove themselves.

Before he left, Lide turned to look at Little Yisha, the girl whose resilience surpassed his expectations. It seemed the gruesome scenes below her did not unsettle her much.

“Teacher, are you going down?”

Yisha, sensing Lide’s gaze, slightly lifted her head and asked with some reluctance.

“Yes, as the Ancestor of the Bloodline, I must take responsibility for my kin.

Just as I must take responsibility for you as your teacher.”

Isa’s eyes slightly curved when she heard this, and she nodded vigorously.

“Teacher, Isa will not be afraid, you can go ahead.”

Looking into those ruby-like eyes, Lide nodded in satisfaction, finding the obedient Isa quite endearing.

“Stay here and wait for me.”

With that, he turned around to set off.

The cave was located below the summit, a height of three hundred blades from the valley floor. Although the night had already fallen, the valley was still brightly illuminated by a large fire.

“Ancestor Crown, we have captured the Northern Land Valkyrie you ordered!”

Just as he was about to leave, two Bloodline members approached him with an excited expression, one of them carrying the scar-riddled Northern Land Valkyrie on his back.

After the One-eyed Giant entered the valley, the formation of the Northern Martial Warriors had been disrupted.

And the unprepared Northern Warriors, although they used their agile figures to avoid being entirely killed by the One-eyed Giant, were mostly reduced to a crippled state, with less than twenty of them left on the field.

Especially after the Bloodline had joined the battle from the skies, these Northern Warriors stand no chance against the sheer numbers and absolute power of the enemy.

Grot had been detained by Emi and Koso, and with the Northern Warriors at a severe disadvantage in terms of strength, numbers, and preparation, even the highest willpower couldn’t withstand the onslaught of the Bloodline’s army.

Had these Northern Warriors not activated their Northern Bloodline, they would have probably been completely annihilated by now.

Despite their efforts to fiercely protect her, the Northern Land Valkyrie was still plundered by the Bloodline.

Lide sensed the frail aura emanating from the scar-covered Northern Land Valkyrie in front of him and nodded in satisfaction.

His month’s first embrace was still ongoing, but there was no rush; after the embrace, he would be weakened for a while, and to weaken himself in battle would be foolish.

Moreover, even if the Northern Land Valkyrie became a Bloodline member, she wouldn’t be able to join the battle below.

It had taken several ‘Sunshine Hours’ for Emi at Level 14 to become a Bloodline member, and it was unknown how long it would take for this Level 15 Northern Land Valkyrie, so there was no need to waste his Bloodline’s power right now.

“You two stay here to guard her, and also, protect Isa well,

Lide finished speaking and glanced at the girl who was staring straight at him.

“Isa’s safety is the top priority. If an enemy is encountered, under any circumstances, prioritize Isa’s safety first.”

“Yes, Ancestor Crown.”

Isa held an extremely special place in Lide’s heart, this girl, both in talent and character, was highly cherished by him, and he would never allow her to be harmed in any way.

“Isa, stay here and wait for the teacher, I will be back soon.”

“Yes, Teacher~”

Although there was worry in Isa’s eyes, she didn’t say much.

In the girl’s heart, Lide’s decisions just needed her unconditional support, it was that simple.

After Lide left, Isa, curious, glanced towards the Northern Land Valkyrie lying unconscious on the grass.

The scars on the Northern Land Valkyrie’s body were even more exaggerated than those on an old tree, utterly ferocious.

Isa took a few steps forward and after seeing the scarred face of the Northern Land Valkyrie, she inexplicably felt some heartache.

Such many scars must be painful. Isa remembered it hurt even when she accidentally cut her hand.

Suddenly, the girl’s ruby-like eyes narrowed slightly, as if sensing something, her expression subtly changed.

“Teacher said that you need my blood to be revived,” Isa said, frowning slightly as she looked at the figure on the ground.

“But, do I need to save you? Teacher didn’t ask me to save you.”

“No, Isa must listen to the teacher…”

The two Bloodline members exchanged glances, somewhat puzzled.

Who was Miss Isa talking to? The unconscious Northern Land Valkyrie?

Their faces were a bit odd, wanting to say something but since their duty was only to guard the place, they couldn’t inquire too much.

Besides, nothing had happened yet, so they could only let this girl, highly favored by the Ancestor Crown, act as she wished.

Isa, seemingly talking to herself, then suddenly showed a big smile.

“I just awakened a new ability the day before yesterday, and Teacher doesn’t even know yet, maybe I can save you…”

A new ability of the Golden Race… Unfortunately, Lide wasn’t there to hear this sentence.