Hahaha, hahahaha...
Extremely arrogant laughter echoed throughout the Gothic Empire's palace.
Above the thick gray fog, the Pale God, like a true deity, soared through the sky, spewing scorching flames downwards, baking and burning the earth, melting steel, and destroying cities.
With a flap of its wings, its body becomes as fleeting as a streak of light, impossible to catch. The next time it appears, it will either crash into a city wall or a tall building, making it extremely ferocious.
Not to mention its ability to spew fire and lasers, capable of destroying entire cities at a time.
Even in the face of today's technology, this Pale God still appears as a true deity, displaying awe-inspiring and ferocious power.
The War Machine melted into molten steel in its spewing flames, and the soldiers were incinerated in an instant.
The vast imperial city had become a hunting ground for that Pale God, which wantonly destroyed it and even grew increasingly frenzied.
Jacob II, the newly enthroned emperor of the Gothic Empire, sat quietly on his throne, watching the distant vision composed of souls before him, his face filled with a withered and exhausted expression.
The shadows of the hall enveloped his body and face.
At this moment, the newly enthroned emperor surprisingly possessed a sense of vicissitude and desolation, like a lion in its twilight years.
The entire hall was deserted and empty; there were no candles lit, no modern electric lights.
The newly enthroned emperor Jacob, is Vampire by nature, but the Vampire of the Northern Continent have already been captured and exterminated.
To suppress his bloodlust, Jacob has never taken any servants since his ascension to the throne, thus preventing his maddening behavior after smelling blood.
Perhaps from this point alone, we can see that he was truly practicing his own principles, rather than coveting the supreme throne.
Unfortunately, it seems that his efforts to realize his ideals have encountered problems.
"Call..."
Heavy breathing filled the dimly lit hall. Jacob's pale hands were clenched tightly, his long, sharp nails digging into his palms, yet he remained completely unaware.
Their gaze was now entirely focused on the Pale God figure of Norton, the god who was relentlessly destroying the city within the fog.
"That's the culmination of seventy years of accumulation in the Northern Continent!"
Even if it's utterly useless, it shouldn't be so easily destroyed by this Pale God!
"Just what is his actual strength?"
"Why, with such powerful abilities, are they still subjected to humiliation? Why have they never shown their strength from beginning to end?"
Why did Abraham, who betrayed his country and colluded with the enemy, never describe the power of this Pale God himself?
"Teacher, that's why I've always held firm to my beliefs."
"This is still the philosophy you taught me. A true god so powerful and terrifying, a terrifying being with its own desires and emotions, is a threat to Garden of Eden, a threat to all mankind. Haven't you woken up yet?"
Jacob's scarlet eyes grew even redder, and his skeletal face was contorted with rage, even bordering on madness.
His words seemed to be a question and answer to himself, yet also seemed to be a genuine inquiry.
As his voice faded, silence returned to the dark hall, leaving only Jacob's unwilling gasps.
After an unknown amount of time, finally, a soft sigh mingled with panting sounds.
Then a familiar voice came from behind Jacob's throne.
"Why..."
"Awakening, Jacob, I can no longer see through this so-called awakening. Is it truly awakening, or just a struggle over unfulfilled desires?"
" Jacob, if we had obeyed the rule of this Pale God from the beginning, we would surely be living in peace and prosperity today. His existence is supreme, and because of his supreme Existence Level, he can achieve true fairness. There would be no more class divisions in human society, no more fighting among ourselves, no more oppression and exploitation, and no more murder for profit."
In a broader context, this might be seen as humanity being domesticated, like lambs to the slaughter. But from the perspective of a family or individual, isn't this precisely the utopian life and harmonious society that all people yearn for?
We always say that the existence of that Pale God threatens the survival of mankind, but to this day, he has never done anything cruel or tyrannical for personal desires. Although he is lazy and does not manage government affairs, everything is orderly under his Pressure. Everything is governed by law, and the law is followed. No one dares to defy the Pale God and indulge their desires.
The freedom we speak of is like the Gothic Empire of the Northern Continent, where those in power establish classes, oppress and exploit at every level. All those with power are greedy, bullying men and women, and committing all sorts of evil deeds.
This Pale God, though known for his tyranny, has never intentionally harmed any individual. Yet the Gothic Empire of the Northern Continent, hailed as the light of humanity and a land of freedom, suffers immense persecution of families and individuals.
Today, having observed human society over thousands of years, I, Duoxia, have come to the realization that the terror of that Pale God is far less than the greed of the human heart.
Without a steel knife constantly hanging over people's heads, those who are inherently ruthless are the ones who truly benefit!
Given this reality, how can you expect me to wake up? Or perhaps, my current thoughts are the true awakening?
Duoxia had silently appeared behind Jacob's throne without anyone noticing. His withered, aged hand gently rested on Jacob's shoulder, and with a slight pressure, Jacob was completely immobilized.
Jacob's face was extremely pale. Feeling the weight pressing down on his shoulders, there was even a hint of surprise and panic in his voice.
"Teacher, you..."
"Indeed, I have achieved the status of Blood Progenitor, thanks to Abraham."
Duoxia's palm skin cracked and, in a short moment, transformed into a huge bat-shaped claw more than a meter long, gripping the emaciated Jacob in its palm. His body also swelled and grew larger, transforming into a Blood Progenitor True Ancestor, which is now a monster more than ten meters tall.
Second-Generation Vampire who wants to become Blood Progenitor can only evolve into First-Generation Vampire by drinking the blood of the Blood Progenitor, and then by drinking the holy water of the Pale God to complete the evolution.
Subsequent generations had to absorb nutrients across different layers in the same way, evolving layer by layer.
Duoxia evolved into First-Generation Vampire by consuming the blood of Abraham after he became True Ancestor, and was only able to continue evolving into True Ancestor by consuming the holy water of the Pale God. (This was a limitation set by Norton, mentioned earlier when Abraham was evolving.)
"For the so-called future of humanity, we must sacrifice an entire generation, or even two generations, of Garden of Eden. What kind of result will such a monumental sacrifice bring?"
Jacob, I will not stop you, nor can I stop this impending trend.
But I want to show you whether your so-called struggle has truly brought about human freedom, or just a frenzy of wolves!
Duoxia sighed, a human-like expression of emotion appearing on the hideous, enormous bat-like monster's head.
Then, its wings suddenly flapped, and with a powerful leap, its entire body soared into the Ascension.
"No, teacher, this is the last moment!" Jacob, gripped in his teacher's hand, was frantic, roaring and struggling desperately, but he could not break free from his teacher's strength at all.
"This level of warfare is no longer relevant to us."
Above the clouds, the enormous, dragon-like Duoxia soared through the wind, leaving trails in its wake as it flew towards the distant horizon.
This bastard, ever since his change of heart, has really learned how to run away from Norton perfectly.
Tragically, Abraham was unaware that his ultimate backup plan, on which he had placed such high hopes, had already fled before the actual war even began.