In the holy year 1558, every theologian from the Southern Continent flocked to the Holy See, creating a bustling and prosperous scene.
For these laid-off members of the working class who have no worries about food and drink, the Southern Continent is indeed a golden age. Various schools of thought and ideas have a place to be put to use, and it is indeed developing rapidly in a real way.
It just meant that a group of poor people were filtered out in the process.
Regardless, this grand scientific expedition, which has garnered attention and focus from all levels of the Southern Continent, is finally about to take place.
The grand ceremony is still three years away from starting, but the taverns are already packed with people, and the air is filled with the sounds of conversation.
Furthermore, due to trade cooperation with the Eastern Continent over the years, some professions from the East Continent have also been transmitted to the Southern Continent in a slightly different form.
For example, the profession of storyteller is extremely popular in the Southern Continent today. There are countless storytellers in taverns, and some old drinkers won't even enter a tavern if there isn't a storyteller.
Although the storyteller's speech is often incoherent and hesitant, blurring the lines between east and west, it remains a rare source of spiritual nourishment for the poor today...
"Last time we talked about God Norton, who, upon coldly observing Abraham, the Vampire Progenitor, and seeing his smooth skin, immediately shouted: 'Peel off his scalp and make a pair of boots!'"
Abraham's face contorted, and he yelled, "Fuck!"
Before he finished speaking, the messenger of God Kuba, spread his wings and knocked Abraham to the ground!
With this, the Vampire clan fell into complete decline, and the bloody chaos that had lasted for over a thousand years came to an end. The Southern Continent finally saw the dawn of hope.
That's why we have the prosperous scene we see today!
But as the saying goes, knowledge gained from books is ultimately superficial. We are now spectators of history, but who can truly know the hardships and suffering of humanity in those times?
The hardships of the past are now compiled into books, becoming topics of casual conversation... So many worldly affairs are reduced to mere anecdotes...
With the rise of Catholic Church, its holy sites have become renowned, attracting a considerable number of tourists and believers, which has brought better development to this once impoverished Catholic Church region.
Various taverns and entertainment venues have sprung up around the holy site. With the grand festival just around the corner, countless travelers will detour to visit this equally ancient Catholic Church holy site, bringing a significant influx of tourists to the surrounding cities.
As a storyteller recounted a tale told in the language of the modern Southern Continent, a hooded figure, completely covered from head to toe, finally stood up from the corner of the tavern. He then left the tavern and, once far from the city, sped off towards the west of the holy land at an unimaginable speed.
After spending some time, a small, overly rustic-looking castle appeared before us.
The castle looks dilapidated, covered in signs of repair, and exudes a strong sense of history.
Perhaps because of its remote location and the gloomy atmosphere of the castle, it has a rather eerie feel to it.
If Norton were here, he would probably find it very familiar.
This castle was the dilapidated castle where he met Elizabeth when he was so sick of eating stinky rats that he wanted to vomit.
However, this place has now become one of the gathering places for Vampire communities.
The castle was dilapidated and desolate on the outside, and the interior was equally dilapidated.
As the Vampire entered the castle, he opened a wooden door on the ground, revealing a tunnel leading underground.
As the wooden door opened, a pungent smell of blood wafted out, as if it had seeped into the walls over the years.
Further in, faint screams could be heard, and the stench of blood grew stronger.
Once you reach the bottom, the view suddenly opens up, revealing the interior of an underground palace the size of a basketball court.
The decorations were magnificent and the decor was simple and elegant. A huge long table was placed in the center, with a dozen figures standing or sitting on both sides of the table. They were all dressed in noble and exquisite clothes, and their postures were elegant and languid. The wine glasses on the table were filled with bright red blood, and at this moment, someone was elegantly raising the wine glass and quietly tasting the blood in it.
On the wall in the very center of this palace hangs a rather strange-looking short dagger, somewhat resembling the fang of some creature. Yet, it is placed in the most prestigious position, suggesting that it may not be merely decorative, judging from the altar below it used for offerings.
In fact, this dagger has a remarkable origin. Known as the " Tooth of God," it is currently the most durable object in the Southern Continent, and even in the entire world. Since its creation, no method has been able to wear it down in the slightest. There are only two such strangely shaped daggers in the entire Southern Continent: one is kept in the Holy See, and the other is right here.
If you peel away the wooden handle beneath the dagger, you'll find that the dagger is entirely shaped like a sharp tooth, which is one of the strongest pieces of evidence that modern theology believes it truly existed in the mythological era.
If a single tooth is this strong, what kind of terrifying creature must its owner be?
Looking further inside, one could vaguely see a scene resembling a dungeon, with more than a dozen human bodies hanging from the beams. Below them, on a specially made iron bed board with blood grooves, was a man tied to his flesh, and Vampire were cutting open his flesh to extract his blood.
The scream just now came from this man's mouth.
One side resembled an ancient, elegant palace banquet, while the other was like a terrifying, dark Hell. The contrast was truly striking, but to these Vampire, it was an extremely comfortable scene.
After all, sitting elegantly and noblely in their palaces, watching the filthy humans being wantonly tortured and bloodied, gives them a sense of supreme control over life.
For these Fifth-Generation Vampire Vampire, who are at the very bottom of the vampire hierarchy, this feeling is truly wonderful!
They used to be at the very bottom of the Vampire class, and they were never allowed to eat and drink like nobles in this palace, let alone enjoy themselves like nobles. They weren't even allowed to approach this ancient castle before.
Centuries of oppression have led them to now inflict the most cruel tortures on humanity at every turn, simply to prove their exalted status.
It's fair to say their mentality has become abnormal.
But in reality, they are still cowardly and despicable; otherwise, they wouldn't be hiding here, self-proclaiming themselves nobles and playing the aristocracy game.
As the man returned, the group of Vampire gracefully set down their glasses, raised their eyebrows, and looked over with feigned elegance.
" Saiwei, how's the situation?"
A man who looked somewhat effeminate and handsome, yet also somewhat sinister, stood up from the head seat at the long table. His posture was elegant, and his voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of feigned friendliness.
He was dressed in classical court attire, with a black and red shawl draped over his back, looking elegant and noble. Every move he made exuded aristocratic grace, and his long, flowing hair added to his otherworldly air.
This is Finn Gejin, the current Vampire patriarch and ruler of the Abraham Clan.
The entire table of Vampire was exquisitely presented, giving it a truly classical, aristocratic feel.
In reality, this large group of Vampire couldn't possibly produce a single red eye. In the past, in mythological times, these would have been things used to jump down from the top of the pyramids to save time, or horses to pull Norton's chariot.
But today, they are truly extraordinary, nobles, and immortals in this world!
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" Gejin, the theologians from the Southern Continent are all heading to the Holy Lord Holy See. It looks like a huge force... Should we..." Before Saiwei could finish speaking, the current clan chief Gejin, gently stretched out his hand and shook it slightly.
"No, no, no, we will not awaken the ancestors. This is a grand event in the Southern Continent, merely an academic expedition. How can we so easily awaken those ancestors?" Gejin raised his gentle eyebrows slightly, but upon closer listening, there was a hint of coercion in his seemingly gentle eyes and words.
"No, I don't mean to awaken the progenitor. I mean, should we try to stop it from truly revealing itself to the world?"
Hearing Gejin's soft-spoken words and seeing his gentle features, Saiwei panicked and quickly added.
However, his hasty addition seemed to lack emotional intelligence.
After all, he hadn't even said he would release the Progenitor yet, but Gejin had already said it. Didn't that make it seem like Gejin didn't want to, or was afraid to, release the Progenitor?
Gejin clasped his hands together, his smile growing wider. He wasn't particularly handsome, but his pale complexion and delicate features gave him a strange kind of beauty. And this beauty became even more pronounced as his smile deepened.
But seeing this in the eyes of the Vampire, it had already begun to fill them with fear.
Everyone knew that Gejin's appearance meant he was about to kill someone!
" Saiwei, you don't need to say so much... Although our family only has this many members left, I've never minded losing one more."
Saiwei was already trembling, and he looked around at the other Vampire for help.
Fortunately, some Vampire are old and their fear of the progenitors far outweighs their fear of Gejin, who has only been in power for a little over two hundred years.
A Vampire dressed in luxurious clothes stood up, frowning as he looked at Gejin: "I don't know what you're talking about, Gejin. The progenitors shouldn't be awakened, after all, we've only been living a good life for a short time, and no one feels it's not enough. But even if we don't awaken those progenitors, we should still stop these humans from going to the Holy See for research."
Before they went into hibernation, those progenitors gave instructions. They didn't care what we, their descendants, Vampire, did or would do; their only requirement was that we awaken the Holy See if we discovered any excavation activities by it, and that we stop the Holy See.
We can certainly choose not to awaken the progenitors, but we should stop the Holy See, otherwise, if any of those progenitors awakens from their slumber, it will be our doom!
Upon hearing someone question his decision again, Gejin's smile grew even wider, even revealing his two slightly long, pointed fangs. His azure eyes looked at the Vampire who had stood up, and as his smile deepened, he finally burst into laughter, as if he were a madman.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh..."
The laughter was shrill and extremely bewitching; it sounded less like laughter and more like a scream.
Gejin's laughter abruptly stopped at its most intense moment, then his gentle eyes sharpened to an extreme, looking at the Vampire who had stood up. He grinned, revealing a canine tooth, and said coldly, "The progenitors are dead!"
Hibernation, hibernation! You only know that the progenitors have fallen into hibernation, but you don't know that beneath the progenitors' hibernation chamber lies another chamber, containing an even more powerful group of progenitors! Progenitors we've never even seen!
More than two hundred years have passed since the progenitors went into slumber, and before them there were even more powerful progenitors who went into slumber. How many years did they go into slumber? Why has none of the progenitors been able to revive to this day?
Do you think they'll wake up again? Is it because they find hibernation more comfortable than enjoying immortality?
Children, I hope you learn to think independently, instead of blindly believing whatever our ancestors said!
"What?"
"And an ancestor?"
"More powerful?"
As Gejin spoke, more than a dozen Fifth-Generation Vampire cried out in alarm.
They are Fifth-Generation Vampire, but they don't know they are Fifth-Generation Vampire; they think they are only Second-Generation Vampire.
Because of the vast difference between their bloodshot eyes and those of the Fourth-Generation Vampire, they were previously very self-conscious, believing that they had only been transformed into blood servants. Indeed, they were enslaved by the Fourth-Generation Vampire like blood servants and had completely lost their ability to reproduce. Therefore, to this day, there are only a dozen or so of them in this group of Fifth-Generation Vampire.
But now that Gejin is telling them that above that group of ancestors who transformed them was another group of ancestors, how could they not be shocked and terrified?
Even when the last batch of progenitors existed, they were treated as blood servants. If another batch of even stronger progenitors were to resurrect, wouldn't they be even worse off than blood servants?
Seeing their reactions, Gejin sneered, "Although I've only seen one more group of progenitors, they're not singular, so they're probably not the ultimate ones. They can pass down their lineage for two generations in just a few hundred years; how many generations of the Blood Clan would there have been in the past thousand years or even longer? Therefore, there must be even more powerful progenitors above these stronger ones. So why haven't we seen a single one yet?"
Why did they all go into hibernation, instead of leaving any one behind to keep watch?
Do you think they can wake up again?
Now that only a dozen or so Blood Clan Vampire, incapable of reproduction, remain, why should we risk being scorched by the sun and burned by the Church to carry out the orders of those who are already dead?
Instead of wasting time and energy on the unquestionable last words of our ancestor, we should think about what to do if we also fall into hibernation a hundred years from now.
Gejin's words silenced all the Vampire, followed by a prolonged period of fear.
Previously, as immortal Blood Clan, they had never considered why their progenitors had all fallen into hibernation. But now, upon closer examination, the question was indeed significant.
But at the same time, a sense of urgency also welled up in their hearts.
In fact, Gejin's words were absolutely correct.
It is unknown whether it was because Blood Clan Progenitor Norton, was imprisoned and sealed by the cross that his words came true.
As Norton's imprisonment continued, the two First-Generation Vampire, Abraham and Elizabeth, felt increasingly powerless and eventually fell into eternal hibernation five hundred years later.
Four hundred years later, the Second-Generation Vampire followed in their footsteps and entered a dormant state. However, they were buried at the bottom of the Tower of Blood, the sacred site of the Blood Clan, and not here.
Three hundred years later, the Third-Generation Vampire also fell into hibernation and were buried beneath this ancient castle.
Two hundred years later, the Fourth-Generation Vampire also entered a period of dormancy.
Today, the once-powerful Vampire clan is reduced to only Fifth-Generation Vampire. They have lost the ability to reproduce and can only eke out a living in this border city, thus forming this new way of survival.
This shows that Norton's Existence Level is truly impressive to them, and any problems will be reflected in these Vampire creations.
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(Sorry, I got carried away and started writing. Norton will definitely be back tomorrow! I'll mainly write about the problems caused by Norton's ban.)