75. Good heavens! The pink jock spread his wings and rode

75. Good heavens! The pink jock spread his wings and rode a horse, gathering the monsters of the Crimson Abyss together and melting them away!

As the Stonewright had said, after the ancient invasion of the Light that had nearly destroyed Revendreth and all Venthyr was finally ended by the Stoneborn's desperate battles and sacrifices, most of Revendreth's military defenses had been handed over to the Stoneborn.

With bodies of stone, infused with anima, fearless and undaunted by death, these Stoneborn were Revendreth's sturdiest shields and sharpest spears.

If Sire Denathrius had made good use of the Stoneborn legions, along with the outrageously vast Nathrezim intelligence network in his hands, it would have been no problem for the Sire of Atonement to carve out a vast territory in the mortal world. Unfortunately, the Stoneborn and Nathrezim existed in a bizarre state of "mutual incompatibility."

Like two branches in a game, even someone as powerful as Denathrius could only choose one to trust.

But the Sire was very good at playing petty tricks.

Openly, he entrusted the Stoneborn with great responsibilities. Behind the scenes, however, he directed the Nathrezim to stir up trouble. Naturally, he profited from both sides as long as no one noticed, but once it was exposed, things became troublesome.

The Stoneborn of Revendreth were gathering. The Venthyr of Darkhaven and Pridefall had already sensed that something was wrong, and the vampire mayors of both places frantically sent messages to Castle Nathria.

They believed the Stoneborn might be rebelling!

Well, there was no need to believe it. That was exactly what was happening.

But this was no rebellion. This was punishment for a fallen ruler whose mouth was full of lies!

Having realized she had been deceived, the Stonewright was utterly disappointed in Sire Denathrius. As a former