The Vampire, dressed in pure white robes, lined up in two rows, closely following Father Abraham was holding up holy water.
They carried flower baskets and, as they walked, they continuously scattered flower petals to both sides, creating a shower of blossoms that looked beautiful and sacred.
The seemingly endless procession of Vampire missionaries stretched onward like a white river. If viewed from above, this long white serpent appeared to encircle the entire Sak City of Sak City.
The streets of Sak City were lined with people who, as the long procession moved, spontaneously knelt down and chanted Church scriptures.
"In the beginning, Norton created the heavens and the earth. The earth was formless and empty, and darkness was over the surface of the deep. And Norton's Spirit hovered over the waters. Norton said, 'Let there be light,' and light was born..."
The humming chants filled the Sak City with a strong religious atmosphere, as the crowd's singing became increasingly uniform and their tones increasingly high and clear.
Finally, the half-open gate of the monastery was fully opened.
Immediately following, the sound of classical court music began to play, its grand and majestic sound filled with religious atmosphere. Combined with the chanting of the people, it made the scene even more sacred and solemn.
In this sacred setting, a five-meter-tall pure white palanquin, pulled by eight Vampire, slowly emerged from the back of the crowd.
"I am Norton, Pale God. I have given birth to holy light, to bless you afflicted souls. Believe in me, and you will live forever! Betrayal me, and you will descend into the deepest Hell..."
As Norton's figure appeared, the ancient language, accented with heavy syllables, resounded like a ballad, captivating all who heard it.
The words from the Pale God further excited the people.
Their sinful souls were forgiven by God, and their painful lives were blessed by God!
Norton slightly increased the intensity of his Pressure.
But even this slight difference makes his pale, perfect body so striking that it's almost unbearable to look at. In fact, just the mere presence of Norton is enough to make everyone tremble and God War.
The Vampire pulling the cart left deep footprints with each step. It was fortunate that they were Second-Generation Vampire; if they were Third-Generation Vampire, they would probably be unable to move simply because they were close to Norton!
Norton's physical body ascended to the Divine Stage, truly resembling a real God, exuding endless Pressure.
As the Pale God appeared, the entire Sak City reached a new peak of fervor.
Countless people sing praises to the radiance of the Pale God, wishing they could give their lives for him.
Even the Fourth-Generation Vampire overseer, who was supervising the fifth-generation black slave Vampire and the white Sak City noble Vampire in the fields, proudly puffed out his chest and waved his whip even more eagerly.
"Get to work! Damn it, this concerns His Majesty's holy radiance! If you don't work, where will His Majesty get food to distribute!"
With the lash of silver whips and the wails of Vampire, two completely different scenes appeared inside and outside the city.
The solemn command of Pale God, the widespread application of holy sacrifices—can this be accomplished merely by empty words?
Behind this, there must be a large number of Vampire who sacrifice themselves for it.
With the biannual Mass, the lives of the people in Sak City became increasingly prosperous.
The days when the powerful oppressed the people, leaving the lower classes with no choice but to wait in despair for death, are gone forever. The former aristocratic class has now become blood bags for the Vampire of Sak City and slaves toiling in the fields. Even the ship slaves who were sold into slavery have had a few of the good-looking ones selected as food for the Pale God to change his tastes, while the rest have all become Vampire slaves.
His Majesty Norton does not discriminate based on skin color and treats everyone equally.
As Sak City prospered, poor people from other places began to hear the news and come to seek refuge with their families in large and small groups.
The future of Sak City looks bright, and the Pale God Norton is also directing his subordinates to gradually expand outwards, in order to make his God resound throughout the Southern Continent.
Having been sealed away for a thousand years, Norton, though unable to feel the passage of time or the agonizing boredom of his confinement, was still imprisoned. This resulted in him seeking stability upon breaking free of his seal, and thus he refrained from using violence to stir up Southern Continent.
Moreover, his current goals are unlikely to be achieved through violence. After all, people may hang Norton's portrait in their homes, but there is a difference between thinking about the real God and Norton.
Therefore, he, Pale God Norton, could only bestow grace little by little to demonstrate God's mercy.
His actions seemed perfectly reasonable to him, but in the eyes of the royal families and nobles of the various countries in the Southern Continent, they appeared somewhat timid.
The Imperial Palace of the Aodelan Empire.
Miles XIII stood on the grass in the back garden, holding a flintlock musket, practicing his aim at the targets set up there.
As one of the few wise emperors in the Southern Continent, Miles XIII was a man of many talents, skilled in both literature and martial arts.
He was not only a master of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting in the Southern Continent, but also a leading figure in governance and military affairs. In addition, he was renowned for his foresight and marksmanship.
He is known as the Southern Continent Sword Saint.
However, this swordsman is now very old and can only practice his spear skills in the garden.
Modern flintlock muskets do use rifling, but due to manufacturing difficulties, rifling is rarely seen in the guns of ordinary soldiers; it wasn't until the industrial age that it became widely available.
"Boom!" With a loud bang from the flintlock pistol, the bottle shattered fifty meters away.
"Your Majesty is truly exceptionally talented!"
Praises arose in response, and Miles XIII smiled calmly before placing the flintlock pistol aside.
"Is God still huddled in Sak City?"
Miles XIII reached out and took the towel from the servant, wiping his hands, which were stained with gunpowder.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Norton is now in the hearts of the people and is spontaneously hailed as the Pale God by the people of Sak City, attracting a constant stream of impoverished people from surrounding cities who cannot survive to seek refuge with him."
As for him, he still spends his days huddled in Sak City holding grand Mass, which is... rather feudal and traditional, and has the suspicion of restoring the past rule of the Church.
It's hard to imagine that someone who once outwitted and outmaneuvered the Papal State in the last era has now become a loyal supporter of the Church.
Norton's current actions are so different from the history that Miles XIII saw in the past that he found both laughable and absurd.
"It's unbelievable that Norton, the Vampire Progenitor who overthrew the rule of the Pope in history, has now become a supporter of this Church."
This makes me wonder if Norton was once a member of the Church, and that he became Vampire to overthrow the Pope's rule after failing to be elected pope, hoping to seize power for himself... Hahaha...
But this is for the best. By concealing his true strength, those powerful nobles dare to act recklessly, and it also allows me to test Norton's true power and see if he is as great and boundless as history records!
"Your Majesty is absolutely right. Some powerful and influential people have already begun to send their envoys there, and perhaps they will soon be able to see this Pale God," the attendant quickly echoed.
"Hmph!" Hearing his agreement, Miles XIII snorted coldly, threw the towel in his hand onto the table, and then sat back down.
" The God of the past is still a man of the past. No matter how extraordinary he is, he cannot truly understand the current era's prosperity. Let him have his fun in that small border town of Sake before we know his true strength."
At a time when all nations are flourishing, our main focus should remain on external expansion... The land that produces ship slaves is rich in resources and fertile, making it an excellent location.
I intend to establish colonies, sending members of the royal family abroad to plunder, thereby enriching the country and strengthening its people!
The immense benefits of seafaring are already becoming apparent; a great era is dawning, and those who do not adapt to it, even God, will be utterly swept away by its tide!
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Whether the Pale God will be swept away by the great era remains to be seen.
But Bella was already on the verge of collapse.
"Hoo... ha... um..."
A few lewd whispers drifted through the dark room. The hand that had been caressing Bella's fair skin gradually transformed into a furry wolf's claw as the climax approached, and in the heat of the moment, it slashed a deep, bloody gash across Bella's smooth skin...
Feeling the pain in her body, Bella lay weakly in the man's arms, her breath coming in gasps with a hint of doubt as she asked, "You... you're not human?"
"Yes, I'm a monster."
The man placed his hand on Bella's chest, grinning wickedly as he gave it a hard squeeze.
"Your Majesty, you never imagined you'd spend the night with Werewolf, did you?"
"Hmph!" Bella snorted softly, then playfully pinched the hand in her arms.
Her face flushed, and far from being afraid, she became even more excited, with a sense of pride that made her completely different from other noblewomen.
It's like how being close to a Werewolf makes one stand out from the crowd.
The psychological pleasure increasingly bewitched Bella, and she leaned in, pressing her red lips against the man's skin once more...
As night deepened, no one knew that in this midnight hour, a noble queen intertwined her lily-like body with that of a filthy Werewolf.
Only when dawn arrives, and the sun breaks through the darkness.
Bella slowly opened her sleepy eyes and realized that the space beside her bed was empty.
She looked up and saw that everyone was gone, leaving only the bed covered in black wolf fur, a disheveled scene, and... an unusual itching sensation in her lower body...
As dawn broke, the chill of the night had not yet completely faded.
A luxurious carriage had already pulled up in front of the Catholic Church monastery in Sak City.
The servant driving the carriage jogged down from the carriage and then knelt down at the carriage door.
A pair of exquisite black leather shoes peeked out from behind the carriage curtain and stepped on the kneeling servant.
Then a man dressed in a black tailcoat, wearing a black top hat, and sporting a small mustache stepped out of the carriage with great elegance.
The first thing he did after getting off the bus was to take out a pair of pure white gloves from his pocket, smooth them out, and put them on.
Then he held the white-gloved hand in front of his nose and fanned it a few times, before saying with a hint of disdain:
"This is the residence of the so-called Pale God Norton? Sigh... I thought that as an ancient ruler, he might have some taste, but I didn't expect it to be even worse than the place where his master's pet dog lives!"
Such foul air is simply unbearable!
It seems this Pale God Norton is nothing but a figurehead!
The man, dressed in a black tuxedo, looked utterly disgusted.
However, as a steward of the aristocratic class, he naturally had his own set of survival rules.
He reached out and smoothed the wrinkles in his black suit before slowly walking to the monastery gate. His face had transformed into a beaming smile, and he even abandoned his formal attire, bowing slightly to greet the two Fourth-Generation Vampire guarding the monastery doors with the most elegant aristocratic courtesy.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, hello! Excuse me for interrupting, please allow me to introduce myself."
I am the butler of the Childe Family... Oh, perhaps you are not familiar with the Childe Family.
Our Childe Family is one of the most renowned ocean trading families in the Southern Continent today. When I came here, I saw ship slaves in your fields.
To be frank, the biggest profits from the ship slave trade of the Aodelan Empire are in the hands of our Childe Family. Furthermore, we are also the largest arms manufacturer in the Aodelan Empire, gentlemen.
Of course, please don't be too afraid.
My purpose in coming here is not to flaunt our exalted status or identity, but rather because I have heard that His Majesty Norton, a mythical figure from ancient times, resides here. My master is eager to invite His Majesty Norton to visit our Childe Family, and therefore has specially sent me to deliver the invitation... I humbly request that His Majesty Norton attend on time. My master's time is always quite precious, and I believe you can understand, as managing a super-family is indeed extremely demanding!
This steward was genuinely proud of his family's identity.
Nine and a half out of ten sentences he uttered were about highlighting the power of his Childe Family, and his words even carried an air of arrogance. He showed no fear even when facing a Vampire with bloodshot eyes, appearing indifferent because of his family's strength.
His haughty demeanor did not elicit the slightest emotional response from the two Fourth-Generation Vampire guarding the gate. Instead, they numbly accepted the gilded invitation he offered, and one of them then took the invitation and entered the monastery.
For these Fourth-Generation Vampire, their status was indeed only slightly better than that of slaves.
"Then, sir, it's time for me to leave!"
The steward removed his formal attire, bowed, and then put it back on before returning to his carriage.
The carriage drove off into the distance, and even after it had gone quite a distance, faint sounds of complaints could still be heard from inside.
"Oh, this damn countryside is so filthy! My clothes are tainted by this filthy air; they look like they're unwearable now..."