I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 181: Chapter 182: Wild, Sexy, Powerful Woman (2-in-1)
 

Hearing this, Lide’s head jerked up.

Because the Northern Land Valkyrie’s body was originally covered with bark-like scars, although she hadn’t changed her attire, the scars had vanished for some unknown reason.

Thus, he did not recognize her as the Northern Land Valkyrie immediately.

After he did, alarm shot through his heart. What about Isa??

He hastily opened the attribute panel and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Isa was unharmed.

Isa was fine, but how had the Northern Land Valkyrie recovered??

Lide’s eyes were full of confusion as he opened the attribute panel of the other party.

Betty Smollett

Title:

Northern Pearl (The most dazzling gem of the Northern Plateau, dearly loved and respected by the Northern people, with a constant reputation of respect in the Northern Plateau)

Northern Land Valkyrie (The strongest female warrior of the Northern lands, boasting flawless skills and formidable bloodline, with constant mastery in various weapons and combat skills elevated to legendary)

Age: 27

Level: 16

Profession: Northern Warrior

Bloodline: Northern Royal Bloodline, possessing extraordinary traits: Fearless.

Bloodline activation grants immunity to pain, immunity to mental spells, triple strengthening of the extraordinary trait: Fearless, strength increases by 100%, stamina and life recovery speed increase by 1000%, and can mobilize the power of the bloodline to heal bodily injuries, duration: one Sunshine Hour.

Introduction: The youngest Valkyrie of the Northern lands, the brilliant Northern Pearl, with an infinite future for the Northern Royal Family.

Bond: Isa…?, both parties in the bond can acquire one bloodline talent from each other, bonds divided into primary and sub-bonds, the sub-bond must unconditionally obey the commands of the primary bond.

After reading through the attributes of the Northern Land Valkyrie, Lide’s eyes gleamed with deep surprise.

Such a powerful talent, worthy of the Northern Royal Bloodline, this strength.

Too strong.

Even Lide felt that the Northern Royal Bloodline might not be inferior to the talents of the Golden Race.

Too strong, Lide couldn’t help but exclaim a few more times.

And by looking at the attribute explanation, Isa was indeed involved in the revival of the Northern Land Valkyrie.

However, what relieved him was that he also saw a note about the bond on Isa’s panel; differently, Isa was the primary bond.

This eased his worries considerably.

He didn’t have time to think more about the implications as a fierce battle erupted before him.

The bloodline of the Northern Royal Family, the Northern Pearl, the youngest Valkyrie, with various titles, Betty’s combat strength was a whole level higher than this LVL 16 Northern Warrior Grotte.

Clang~

The tall and feral Betty took a step, her body speed surged.

The air seemed to be torn apart at that moment, a huge wave erupted.

Stanley’s face drastically changed, his hands casting another spell.

Bang Bang~

Two Bursting Fireballs were hurled out~

Crack~

Just like before, the Bursting Fireballs couldn’t get close to Betty and were sliced apart by her greatsword.

Legendary level combat skills were intimidatingly powerful.

Stanley, a follower of the Evil God, was raging with anger but had no choice but to retreat swiftly.

At this moment, Kolong, transformed into a LVL 19 Molten Demon, suddenly turned his head, his enormous arm smashing towards Betty.

The blue and yellow Abyss Demon Flame, with a temperature that could melt steel, came surging.

At this critical moment, when Betty could no longer dodge and everyone was holding their breath for her,

Her already strong aura soared.

Northern Royal Bloodline, activated.

The glow of the greatsword she wielded flared.

Fearless of anything, excitement flickered in Betty’s wild eyes as her strength exploded.

She struck at the arm of the Molten Demon, which was thrice thicker than her body.

Before everyone’s eyes, the ten-blade-tall Molten Demon’s fist, like a siege hammer imbued with Abyss Demon Flame, collided with the greatsword whose brilliance of the Northern light flared.

Crack~

The ground burst with a wave, the Abyss Demon Flame splashing, the searing air turning the debris that flew from the ground instantly red.

The scene was incredibly beautiful.

Countless stones and dirt splashed around the two combatants, scorched red by the heat, bursting like fireworks.

Wild Dance.

But an even more shocking scene ensued.

Betty’s longsword, after being briefly halted by the Molten Demon, swung again.

Crack, crack, crack~

Like cleaving through a massive boulder, Betty sliced through the arm of the Molten Demon right from its fist.

Countless rocks imbued with yellow and blue magic flames shattered, spilling onto the ground and melting into pools and holes of varying sizes of molten lava.

Ants shaking a tree.

Despite such a vast disparity in size, this member of the Northern Royal Family managed to sever half the arm of a Molten Demon with a single sword strike.

Then an even more astonishing scene occurred.

A sharp gleam flashed through Betty’s eyes, her warrior’s intuition pinpointing the behemoth’s weakness.

Her legs compressed like springs, unleashing powerful energy, and she leapt up.

After two steps up the Molten Demon’s arm, she appeared right in front of its eyes.

The Molten Demon, infuriated by such brazen provocation, let out a furious roar, its demon flames rapidly swelling, and at the same time, its right hand viciously hammered down toward Betty.

If she were hit, the Northern Pearl, strong as she was, would suffer grave injuries.

Betty’s wild eyes narrowed slightly, the glow on her greatsword intensifying to three blades.

Ignoring the arm about to smash into her, she held her sword with both hands through heat that could melt steel and, with all her might, slashed at the neck of the Molten Demon.

Her sword strike was like the Creator God splitting heaven and earth.

Crack~

The Molten Demon’s arm, on the verge of hitting Betty, came to a futile halt, and Betty’s body in the air also descended at that moment.

Thud~ On one knee, she planted the greatsword before her.

Around the pair in battle, yellow-blue Abyss Demon Flames flickered, and in the fiery red holes on the ground, lava flowed.

Behind her, the Molten Demon at that moment

Boom~

Its massive head soared into the air, finally carving a parabola before smashing into the ground beside Betty, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The large body of the Molten Demon behind her started to collapse slowly.

Boom~

Like a mountain collapsing, the ground shook violently.

The Bloodline observing this became enveloped in an indescribable atmosphere.

Their expressions turned vividly diverse as they watched the silhouette of Betty.

The Northern Royal Bloodline? Is this the true might of the Northern Royal Bloodline?!!

Immeasurably powerful, it was simply beyond description.

That was a Level 19 Molten Demon, even the bronze One-eyed Giant Kosoh was getting suppressed, but just like that, in two moves, it was annihilated??

Lide was no less shocked than the other Bloodline,

At this moment, he couldn’t help but recall the dense, more exaggerated than old tree bark, scars he had seen on Betty’s body.

What kind of battles had this wild lady endured to possess such formidable strength?

Were Legendary Level combat skills truly this powerful?

Compared to Betty, Grot, that exceedingly troublesome Level 16 Northern Warrior, was child’s play.

Was this the true potential of the first among the Glorious Three Warriors, the Northern Warrior?

No wonder she had earned this extreme honor among numerous powerful races.

Truly deserved.

The Molten Demon she faced, a Transformed Creature at Level 19, wasn’t truly a Level 19; Kolong could never express the Molten Demon’s power, not even half of it, so the combat strength was not on par with a full-fledged Level 19.

If it were a true Molten Demon, the outcome would surely have been different.

But, the victor is king, and no one cared about the reasons behind it—all they knew was that Betty had vanquished a Level 19 Molten Demon.

After the Molten Demon was beheaded, the spell summoning the demon disappeared, and the demon’s body on the spot slowly disintegrated, revealing Kolong, the Late Bell Church’s Level 17 Dark bishop, dead where he lay.

Summoning transformation spells, while granting immense strength, also meant that defeat would spell one’s own death.

Stanley, witnessing this, felt his brain consumed by fear.

If a Level 19 Molten Demon had been slain, could he escape??

Determined, amid everyone’s gaze, he pulled out a magic scroll thick with dark energy from his pocket.

Rip~

He tore it open directly.

Immediately following, an aura more potent and more sinister than Kolong’s Divine Descent emerged within the valley.

“Great God of Tyranny, your believer begs for your descent!!”

“Divine Descent had just been used, and the space that had been torn open was created by a magic scroll that Stanley had obtained by sacrificing a great deal of life.”

It served more or less the same purpose as Divine Descent, able to briefly open a space passage and allow the tyrannical god a short visit.

Though the strength of this arrival was diminished by countless times, it might not even reach the Transcendent level, but it was enough to deal with ordinary enemies.

This was Stanley’s final trump card. He couldn’t believe that a member of the Northern Royal Family would be so forceful in the face of divine power.

The great God of Tyranny was an eternal deity, no one could desecrate the deity’s dignity, no one!

The scene just now, where Kolong had transformed into a Molten Demon only to have his head severed by Betty’s sword, truly frightened him.

That scene was too exaggerated and horrific.

So Stanley was now reckless.

He no longer thought about how much prey or spoils of war he could obtain, but how he could survive.

Upon seeing the space gate slowly forming in the void above, Betty’s face showed a mocking smile.

Her eyes wild and untamed.

“A garbage Divine Descent? Really lacking in skill.”

The crisp tone carried a warrior’s unique pride.

She turned her head to look at a half-human-high stone on the ground and violently kicked it, sending the rock forcefully flying off the ground.

After running forward with ten or so strides, Betty exerted her strength from her legs, leaping nearly ten strides high into the air.

She landed perfectly on the rock, her body soaring even higher.

The technique was similar to Grott borrowing the Magic Language Bat’s body to step into the sky, the only difference was that this time the Northern Land Valkyrie faced the pressure of a divine entity.

Watching that damned Northern Royal Family storm towards the space gate twenty strides high, a hint of indescribable scorn appeared in Stanley’s eyes.

That was the power of a great deity. Did a damned Northern dare to shake a deity?

But before the smile on his face dissipated, a shocking scene unfolded.

Betty held her sword with both hands, the blade shining brightly for several strides with ultimate intent.

Without the slightest hesitation, she slashed directly at the newly formed space gate.

And at that moment, a black eye appeared within the space gate, its presence far more intense than that of a demon by a thousand times.”

“Wretched humans, submit to me, and I shall grant you eternal life and mighty power…”

Before the voice from within the space gate could finish, there was a crack—

The great sword fell.

As the newly formed space gate was struck by the sword augmented with ultimate intent, it burst apart instantly.

And the eyeball inside the gate was chopped into oblivion.

The God of Tyranny, Bain, in the bottomless abyss, didn’t even have a chance to react before losing the touch of the Main Plane.

Stanley’s face, previously full of confidence, turned ashen, disbelieving the sight before him.

These damned blasphemers!! How dare she, how dare she strike at a deity?!

“Next time I will surely punish you damned heretics, blasphemers, for my god!!”

After speaking, he immediately cast a Light Body and Concealing Skill on himself and without any hesitation, began to retreat.

But it was all in vain.

In the eyes of Betty, who had killed a level 19 Molten Demon in one blow and disregarded divine pressure, there were few who could slip away from under her watch.

Her Legendary Level combat skills were too formidable for words.

As Stanley stepped into the shadows, the greatsword flew out from behind him and knocked him down.

If it hadn’t been for the flat of the blade striking him, he would have likely been slain with a single blow.

Betty, dragging Stanley, who was now like a dead dog unable to move, tossed him in front of Lide.

“He’s yours.”

Then, this wild lady who belonged to the Northern Royal Family, capable of treating a level 19 Molten Demon like a dog and who brushed aside the pressure of a deity, did something that left Lide utterly astonished.

“Oi…pf…nq… Great deity of death and souls, I am your loyal servant, I am your most devout follower, I wish to use your power to sign a Soul Contract with my master. If the contract is broken, I will offer my soul, to serve you for all eternity, the great Death God.”

Lide was completely baffled by the operation of this combat powerhouse Valkyrie. What was going on?

After winning the fight, she wanted to sign a Soul Contract with me?

Betty straightened up, seeing the puzzlement in Lide’s eyes, and gave him a casual smile, winking at him.

“Isa told me to do this, my master. You handle things here yourself,” she said before turning to leave without giving Lide any face.

I…

Lide watched Betty leave, twisting her tall and spirited figure, his expression complex.

Although he had gained a Valkyrie with off-the-chart combat ability, why didn’t he feel as happy as he should?

He turned his head irritably to look at Stanley, who had been beaten by Betty into a state resembling a dead dog.

“Break his limbs and imprison him.”

After speaking, he turned his head to gaze at the surroundings, his expression slightly heavy.

“Take stock of the battle damage, treat the injured, and in addition, bring back the bodies of all the warriors who sacrificed themselves for Dawn City.

I want to hold a hero’s funeral for them.”

The landscape was desolate.

The valley, once filled with green trees and lush grass, had now become a wasteland.

The scorched trees, the holes left by the battles, the traces of explosions from the magic bombardments, and even many places were still emitting a pungent smoke.

It was like the aftermath of a giant dragon’s breath, everything had turned to ash and smoke.

Most of the bodies of the Northern Warriors that had littered the ground were now charred, and even the number of Magic Language Bats that had fallen exceeded two hundred.

Their giant bodies lay scattered across the valley like small hills.

The scene was tragic.

Lide looked at this scene and remained silent for a long time without speaking.

This was Dawn City’s first hard-fought battle.

In the previous fight against the One-eyed Giant Tribe, they had had enough advantage, completely pressing the enemy, but this time was different. The enemy was too strong.

Whether Groot, the Level 16 Northern Warrior, or Stanley and Kolong, the two Evil God believers, their strength was first-rate.

The top combat power of Dawn City was completely under pressure.

In the end, if it hadn’t been for Betty, the Northern Land Valkyrie being revived by Isa and making a strong move,

Even if they could win today, of the hundreds of Bloodline and the several hundred Magic Language Bats fluttering in the skies, perhaps fewer than ten would have remained.

It was too tragic; the casualties of this battle could truly be described as devastating.

“Ancestor Crown, the count is in,”

Half a Sunshine Hour later, Emi came to Lide, her tone respectful.

“Speak.”

Lide’s expression was not relaxed, and his gaze intensely fixed on the Shadow High Priest.

“One One-eyed Giant dead, forty-three Bloodline dead, seventy-eight seriously injured, and the rest with minor injuries. Two hundred and thirty-four Magic Language Bats dead, one hundred and ten seriously injured, with the rest having minor injuries.”

“Furthermore, all second-generation Bloodline are seriously wounded; Koso is seriously injured.”

Even though he had been prepared mentally, hearing these numbers still silenced Lide for a good while.

This battle had truly been fought to the limits, using every bit of strength available.

Emi looked at Lide’s eyes, conveying a hint of guilt. “Ancestor Crown, it is my lack of strength…”

Of course, the sight of Groot, the Northern Warrior, overwhelming her was still a sore point for this Level 15 blasphemer.

Lide shook his head, “How long have you been at Level 15? If you could defeat Groot, then the Northern Warriors would no longer hold the honor of being the strongest fighters among countless races.”

Lide was very clear about this; he knew the gap between them.

A fighting race known for its combat prowess pitted against a priest vastly weaker than himself; their strengths were not even on the same scale.

Emi’s strength lay in her functionality; if someone could cooperate with her, the various Shadow Skills of the Shadow Priest could have a powerful, amplifying effect.

Unfortunately, Koso, the One-eyed Giant, just couldn’t coordinate with Emi. Their ways of fighting were not even in the same concept.

“What about the spoils of war?”

“Twenty-three surviving Northern Warriors, including five Level 10 warriors.

The Level 16 Northern Warrior Groot, the Level 15 bishop of the Late Bell Church Stanley, plus, the Northern Royal Family….”

For other races, enemy captives who refuse to surrender are merely prisoners without much value.

But for the Bloodline, these captured enemies are far more precious trophies.

As long as they’re not dead, the Bloodline can turn the enemies into their own.

This is the most powerful and perverse aspect of the Bloodline; other races might see their numbers dwindle with war, but only the Bloodline and the Undead grow more numerous with conflict.

As long as casualties remain within a certain range in each battle, the power of the Bloodline will grow stronger with each fight.

This battle had many sacrifices, but as for gains, three Level 15 combatants could easily balance out these losses.

Even if they had only gained one Level 15 combatant, it would have been a profit.

Lide took a deep breath, his thoughts shifting to the Dark Contract.

Finally, they had the capital to contend with them.

He turned to glance at the bodies of Bloodline warriors lined up beside him, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

These sacrifices would ultimately become nourishment, allowing Dawn City to grow stronger.

And you, will taste the fury of the Bloodline.

Dark Contract!!