I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 179: Chapter 180 The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind (Extra Update)
 

Lide could never have imagined Cosso actually evolving into a Bronze One-eyed Giant.

His eyes were filled with surprise and confusion.

Because the flames from the Fireball explosion obscured his vision, he couldn’t see what was happening inside, so he was quite taken aback when the system notification appeared.

Cosso Thunder

Title: Wisdom (Intelligence increased by 50%)

Age: 289

Level: 16

Profession: Giant Heavy Armored Warrior

Bronze Giant Bloodline: Strength increased by 500%, Physical Defense increased by 300%, skin immune to Four Circle Magic and below.

Introduction: A powerful One-eyed Giant who has activated the Bronze Giant Bloodline from the meager Ancient Giant Bloodline, possessing not only great strength but also outstanding intelligence.

Seeing Cosso’s attributes on the attribute panel, a strong sense of excitement uncontrollably rose on Lide’s face.

Before, Cosso’s Bloodline was the Ancient Giant Bloodline, with strength increased by 300% and skin immune to Three Circle Magic.

Now, it had jumped three grades, with a qualitative enhancement in strength, physical defense, and spell resistance.

“Stop casting.”

After Cosso evolved, Lide felt another presence grow weaker, so he decisively stopped the Bloodline from continuing their actions.

An order was given, and no disobedience was allowed.

Nearly two hundred Bloodlines received the command and stopped casting in unison.

The raging inferno that had been burning for several minutes had turned the entire valley into a barren Land of Death.

The original grassland, even the soil, was filled with traces of being scorched by high temperatures.

The central area was oozing scorching lava, desolate and silent, like the life-forbidden zone that had been burned by magic flames in the abyss for years.

With the cease of Fireballs, the flames towering several blades high slowly faded, cooling down from the superhigh temperatures that could melt steel and rock.

And in the center area targeted by all the Bloodline’s concentrated attacks, a tragic scene unfolded.

Cosso now lay on the ground, completely blackened, his armor seemingly melted by the high temperatures long ago, revealing his wrinkled, ashen skin. But uniquely, his skin now had a metallic sheen.

His giant One-eyed was tightly closed, as if he had fallen into a deep coma, but even so, his two massive arms still tightly restrained Grote the level 16 Northern Warrior,

the scene was filled with tragedy, this war had reached a point that could not be described in simple terms.

All the Bloodline witnessing this scene felt an immense respect for Cosso; the big guy had earned their esteem.

This was a victory bought with his life.

Although the One-eyed Giants weren’t as intelligent as adults, they were not mindless beasts. Sensing Cosso’s life force, which didn’t seem very strong, worry flickered in their eyes, but at the same time, their hearts swelled with immense pride and honor.

He was their Chieftain! Their brave Chieftain!

“Use Mage’s Hand to bring the person over.”

Lide could see Cosso’s attributes and status, so he was not concerned.

“Cosso has been reborn in the flames, do not worry about him,”

The surrounding Bloodline and One-eyed Giants immediately eased their concerns upon hearing these words; if Ancestor Crown said it was fine, it certainly was.

Two Bloodline members stepped forward, and with a Magic Hand, they dragged Grote, whose clothes had turned thoroughly charred, out from Cosso’s arms.

Perhaps sensing the presence of his own, or perhaps having fully passed out, Cosso’s hands did not grip as tightly as before, allowing the Magic Hand to easily lift the opponent into the air.

Seeing this, Lide breathed a sigh of relief.

This Northern Warrior had been more troublesome than he anticipated.

They had paid too much for this victory.

With absolute numerical superiority, their chosen battleground, and even an ambush set up.

In the end, they had to resort to a one-for-one, life-for-death struggle just to wear this guy down.

Even after being scorched by temperatures high enough to melt steel for five to six minutes, he had still not died.

The tenacity of this level 16 Northern Warrior astonished him.

He indeed deserved the title of being the foremost among the three greatest warriors of Glory, without a doubt.

The Bloodline quickly brought iron chains and ropes to tie up Grote tightly, even if he were in good condition, it would take some time to free himself.

“Ancestor Crown,” Emi dragged his heavily injured body to Lide’s presence, his eyes filled with bitterness.

He thought that after becoming a Level 15 Shadow High Priest, his strength had skyrocketed. Even if he couldn’t defeat the Northern Warrior, known for their combat prowess in the Glory World, stalling for time should have been possible.

But reality was cruel, the levels between them differed by only one, yet the actual combat strength was at least three tiers apart. If it weren’t for Lide’s decisive order to rescue him, he would have been killed by now.

Lide patted his shoulder, offering a consoling smile, “There’s no need to blame yourself, the might of a Northern Warrior is renowned throughout Glory. Furthermore, how long have you been at Level 15?

Victory now belongs to us.”

No sooner had he spoken than a cold voice from behind made everyone’s face change color.

“Is that so?”

Bang~

Accompanying the voice was a terrifying surge of magic power.

“Scatter!!”

All Lide could do was issue a warning before a massive spell exploded in the midst of the Bloodline.

The fearsome black magic energy was like a world-ending catastrophe.

Four Circle Magic: Dark Impact

The densely packed Bloodline had not anticipated this turn of events at all. Hundreds were struck by the enormous burst of energy, plummeting from the elation of victory to the depths of the abyss in an instant.

Pchhtt~

Blood spattered,

Lide was flung twenty paces, a crimson trail of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. He violently turned his head, eyes filled with unmistakable fury.

But the sight that followed sent shivers down his spine.

It was them!!

Stanley looked at the nearly annihilated Bloodline before him, his expression full of delight.

“Hahaha, damned Vampires, and that damned Grot! Daring to compete with the Late Bell Church for a sacrifice!!

Now, all of this is mine!!”

Stanley felt indescribably exhilarated. He had received news in the morning that Grot had taken the Northern Land Valkyrie out of the city.

He coveted the Northern Land Valkyrie in Grot’s possession, which the Late Bell Church greatly desired.

She was a super warrior, whose fame spread far and wide in Glory, and also of the royal Northern lineage.

One could only imagine the richness of her soul. What reward might he receive if he were to offer it to the God of Tyranny?

Unwilling to let go of any opportunity, Stanley and Kolong, the First Bishop of the Late Bell Church, prepared to secretly follow Grot out of the city.

At the same time, they also discovered Emi’s presence, which excited them even more.

The two had never crossed paths before, and now to walk together must involve secrets beyond outsiders’ imagination.

So, they followed Grot in secret, two bishops who worshiped the Evil God, both of Level 15, and managed to remain undetected even by Emi and Grot with their keen senses.

Thus, the two bishops of the Late Bell Church emerged, ready to pick fruit when both were beaten and worn.

Kolong, the Level 17 Shadow Bishop of the Late Bell Church, stood next to Stanley, cloaked in black, his piercing gaze fixed on Lide, his voice bone-chilling.

“I did not expect Emi to be your Bloodline, that a Level 13 Vampire could become a Blood Clan Ancestor, how amusing.”

Then turning his attention to the ragged figure of Emi, he continued, “Emi, I helped you transform into a Shadow Priest twenty years ago, with the intention of making you the third bishop of the Late Bell Church, but didn’t expect you to choose to become a Vampire.

And to be initially embraced by a Level 13 Vampire,

What a disgrace.”

Lide was not provoked by the words, his eyes returning to a calm state after the initial rage.

Meanwhile, his brain was spinning frantically.

How to break the situation when facing two Evil God believers, one of Level 15 and one of Level 17?

He glanced back at the fallen warriors behind him, the only two high-level combatants, Emi and Cosso, one severely injured by Grot’s giant sword and the other still unconscious from Bloodline Evolution.

The Bloodline, exhausted from the high-intensity combat, had significantly weakened, and although the ambush had taken out only seven or eight, most of them were gravely injured.

Another fight with two beings above Level 15 was nearly impossible.

The atmosphere fell into silence.

Two Evil God believers above Level 15 had cornered Lide and the entire Bloodline into a fight to the death.