(Yesterday, forty people read it quickly, and one chapter was directly connected to the previous one.)
Karl from Biyang was already standing on the stool, tiptoeing and raising his hands high, already grasping the bone nail in the chest of the pale god corpse.
The Pressure emanating from the divine corpse was terrifyingly intense. Although humans were far more resistant than Vampire, the longer they stared at the corpse, the more confused their thoughts became.
His actions terrified Norton, who turned green with fright and stretched out his hand in a gesture of extreme resistance.
"Wait, wait! What do you want? I'll give you whatever you want! Karl, do you remember the good old days we had? Karl! I swear in the name of the Blood Clan Progenitor, if you come down now, I'll give you whatever you want!"
Karl, I'll give you everything you want!
Norton's voice was filled with intense emotion; he no longer possessed the cold-blooded and indifferent demeanor of the Blood Clan Progenitor of the vampires. Instead, he sounded like a persuasive, eccentric uncle, trying to trick Karl into letting go of his hands.
"Damn it, I should have known better than to come!" Norton was kicking himself.
He should have turned and flown away the moment he sensed the increasing Pressure!
Or maybe she should have sucked the boy who gave her the pastries to death back then!
Seeing Norton's anxious expression and hearing his heartfelt promise, Karl, standing before the corpse, endured the delicate, cold skin of the corpse that was almost touching his face and the oppressive Pressure emanating from it that reached the depths of his soul. He shook his hands, which were gripping the bone nail, trying to use friction to pull out the pure white bone nail that was deeply embedded in the corpse's heart.
But at the same time, he didn't forget to respond to Norton's words.
"I don't find your words very credible, Your Majesty."
Your reputation for backstabbing is well-known throughout the Southern Continent!
Ten years have passed, and you still can't even remember my name. It's easy to imagine that if I were to release this bone nail, I wouldn't be met with your so-called promises, but rather with the brutal methods of your Blood Clan Progenitor Norton!
As Karl spoke, his pulling motion became more forceful, even shaking the bone nail embedded in the white cross as if trying to loosen it.
Unfortunately, as a human, his strength was far too insignificant. His exertion of all his strength could not even cause the bone nail to tremble in the slightest, but the outward pulling motion was enough to make Norton tremble with fear.
"No!!!"
Norton watched in horror as his arm thrashed about, and as he even slumped onto the pale bone nail to increase his strength to pull it out, unable to move it. His dark eyes narrowed in terror.
Feeling the pressure of the powerful life force covering his body, Norton clenched his toothless mouth so tightly that he felt like he was about to explode. He stubbornly withstood the immense aura and walked step by step toward Karl, who was standing in front of the god's corpse, trying to pull out the nails.
Norton moved extremely slowly, each time he lifted his leg it felt as if he were bearing the weight of a mountain.
As he walked forward, the festering flesh on his body was even torn apart by the pressure, but it quickly reformed and recovered.
However, something was somewhat strange: Norton, being a Vampire, didn't feel his skin being burned when facing the corpse of a god?
Both the sun and religious relics could bring him endless burning through God's holiness!
Norton clenched his toothless lips, even though he was extremely anxious, his ever-vigilant mind noticed this unusual behavior.
His sharp mind instantly revealed how to persuade the rebellious Karl to surrender.
" Karl, stop! This is not God, this is absolutely not God! Even sunlight can harm me. If this were God's corpse, I, Norton, would probably have been burned to ashes by now. But look at my current state."
This cave, apart from possessing an incomprehensible life force, is utterly devoid of any holiness!
Furthermore, this pale, god-like corpse bears a striking resemblance to my rugged appearance, Norton. Therefore, this body nailed to the cross is definitely not a god-like corpse; it is likely none other than the legendary Vampire Progenitor, Kuba!
Norton shouted himself hoarse, but the immense force he was under made it difficult for him to move an inch. He could only brace his hands against the wall for support.
But when its pale, slender fingers touched the hard rock wall, they transformed into claws, digging forcefully into the wall and then pulling out a handful of rubble...
So what?
Kuba is the Vampire Progenitor described in Church books; wouldn't it be better if he were Kuba?
The world doesn't need to be destroyed, and I, Karl, can gain the merit of unsealing Kuba, thus becoming the number one person after Kuba!
What's the difference between being oppressed by you and being oppressed by Kuba? How can you and Kuba be compared?
Isn't such a position far better than eking out a living under the wrath of your heartless Blood Progenitor?
Haha, Your Majesty, do you know what the biggest mistake you've ever made in your life is?
"What?" Norton withdrew his arm, then raised it slightly with difficulty, his dark eyes fixed on Karl's head hanging from Kuba's corpse.
Your biggest mistake was Church me what ambition is!
Whether it's God or Kuba, whether it's becoming a god or achieving immortality, I want it all!
Karl's aged face was now contorted with rage!
His waist, exposed by his outstretched arms, was covered in gruesome scars...
His century-long plan has come to naught in one fell swoop. Not only will he fail to become the Supreme Pope above all others, but he will also have to bow his head and live a life of subservience, either under the command of the progenitor of Blood Progenitor, Norton, or under the command of Yalian III. Karl can no longer tolerate such humiliation!
Do you know how I, Karl, have spent all these years in the Church?
Do you know why I, Karl, am now popular with both men and women, young and old?
Do you think the Church only has those perverted bishops who like boys, while all other missionaries and evangelists are normal people?
No!
You can't even imagine the hardships and oppression I, Karl, have endured over the years!
I, Karl, never want to live such a terrifying life again!
Either they all die, or I, Karl, become that... Ah!
Karl's voice was filled with endless resentment and anger. With each movement, the scars on his exposed waist were even more glaring and ugly. The resentment he had been oppressed by the Church for many years, along with the destruction of his plan, finally erupted, leading him to choose his last resort at this moment.
However, before he could finish uttering his resentful words, a fist-sized rock hurtled towards him with a whooshing sound.
"Thud!" With the sound of stone piercing flesh, Karl's chest was completely pierced by the incoming stone, and some blood and flesh even splattered onto the god's corpse in front of him.
Karl felt a heat in his chest, and then a surge of energy spread outwards.
The stone that pierced through his body, carrying Karl's flesh and blood, crashed into the pale skin of the god's corpse before him.
A fist-sized hole was pierced through Karl's chest by a stone, and through the hole, one could even see the pristine white skin of the divine corpse in front of him from behind.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
A feeling of powerlessness rose up along with a lump in his throat, and Karl coughed.
However, with each cough, streams of blood mist gushed from his mouth, staining the sacred corpse before him.
The hands that had been gripping the white bone nail could no longer hold on; a sense of powerlessness and waves of darkness filled Karl's vision.
As blood continued to gush from his chest, his body finally slumped forward, utterly exhausted, and landed on the pale corpse of the god before him.
Thick blood flowed from Karl's mouth and the bloody hole in his chest, staining the god's corpse crimson.
His aged eyes held no anger at Norton's sudden attack or regret for his unfulfilled ambitions, only two murky tears and a sense of relief.
"Old... Norton..." Karl's eyes were already blurry, and his weak body could no longer hold back the god corpse in front of him. Instead, he fell to the ground headfirst in a powerless posture.
Norton, who had thrown the stone from a distance, listened to Karl's last familiar address, his expression complex, and remained silent.
"In truth... all these years... what I've wanted most... is to return to Lino City... ah..."
Only when a person is about to die do they realize what they truly want...
Upon hearing Karl's final words, Norton's heart, which had remained undisturbed for a century, finally trembled slightly.
Only the pale corpse of the god, hanging high on the cross, remained pure and immaculate...