Vanessa's question clearly displeased Hall.
As vampires, their reproductive methods differ greatly from those of normal creatures, and gender is actually not important to them.
Even so, the original seven vampires still had a gender attribute: Vanessa and Rosalind were female, while the remaining five progenitors were male.
Hall, however, was an exception. In the process of deeply developing his abilities, he successfully transcended the base interest of gender and completely transformed himself into Psionic Energy life form.
Pure Psionic Energy life forms obviously have no gender.
Hall's Psionic Energy life form is not yet complete and requires a puppet as a vessel.
Therefore, strictly speaking, the puppet's gender is Hall's current gender.
Hall wasn't angry at Vanessa's feigned ignorance; instead, he frowned.
"You're still alive? After all, you were beaten up like that back then..."
The one who asked the question in astonishment at this moment was none other than Hall's own consciousness.
He looked at the illusory image projected from Vanessa's consciousness and asked in confusion:
"That doesn't make sense."
"Don't say that, my blood relative."
Vanessa showed no anger whatsoever at the Hall's presumptuous remarks; she looked at the Hall and said:
"If the four of us had worked together back then, there would have been no reason why we couldn't beat that guy."
"But you're a coward who only sent a clone. Antos was focused on me and ignored everything else. Adelaide prefers to stand by and watch, and will never make a move unless it's a critical moment."
"But look at them now, Adelaide and Antos have both been stripped of their powers."
As she spoke, Vanessa gave a demonstration within Kebola's consciousness, and two forces that did not originally belong to her resonated around the Hall.
Antos's power naturally comes from Antos himself, as for Adelaide's power...
Margaret, the Descendant of Beast Blood, seemed to have nothing more to say at this moment.
Vanessa was consciously telling part of the truth at this point; after all, as a blood relative, her lies were unlikely to fool Hall.
But telling only part of the truth is another matter.
Anyway, she only said that Antos and Adelaide were stripped of their powers, but didn't say who specifically did it...
Hall gritted his teeth and stared at Vanessa's projection, saying:
"You want... to return to your origins?"
"Yes, I will become the new True Ancestor."
Vanessa made no attempt to conceal her ambitions from her blood relatives:
Don't you want to?
Hall remained silent, clearly thinking the same thing as every grand duke.
From the beginning of the primitive era, the seven of them had harbored such ambitions.
Their naturally High Tier form made them aware of the limits of their abilities, while also intrigued by the True Ancestor who created their seven progenitors by splitting themselves apart.
Therefore, it is only natural that they would want to collect Authority and yearn to return to the Transcendent Tier that only exists in mythological records.
Each of them wanted to become the main consciousness of the new True Ancestor, which led to the open and covert struggles that have lasted for thousands of years.
" Hall, you're different from other blood relatives."
Seeing that the other person was silent, Vanessa suddenly said:
" Adelaide and Antos didn't actually die; I spared their lives."
"This is not only to prevent the world from collapsing faster, but also my final act of mercy towards you."
"But you no longer have a physical body. If my plan succeeds, you will truly die."
"Now that you know, what else do you have to say?"
Hall was clearly aware of his situation; vampires were a race based on Psionic Energy, but the physical body was equally important.
Since he enjoyed the freedom of not having a physical body, he naturally understood that one day he would suffer the backlash of not having a physical body.
I just never expected the backlash to come so quickly, and from my own blood relatives...
"Because I have a way to keep you alive."
Vanessa said:
"During the century you were sealed away, my study of Authority has progressed further, and some of our previous ideas were actually wrong."
"If you are willing to come to me, I will share my research findings with you and find a way for you to relinquish Authority without actually dying."
"... So, I should thank you?"
A mocking smile appeared on the Hall's face:
"You think you can make me surrender with just this?"
Vanessa's expression was unusually serious at this moment:
"I've been looking for you for many years because I always thought you wouldn't be sealed away, but now it seems that the two of them have too many tricks up their sleeves."
"I promise I won't let you die, so are you really not going to agree to my terms?"
Vanessa, can you tell if I'm lying?
Hall said earnestly to the phantom of the King of Domination:
"Absolutely impossible."
"Okay, I understand."
Vanessa's phantom disappeared from Coppola's consciousness, and the crimson mark between the Amber Dragon's brows gradually faded away.
Hall's plan to possess him failed.
It wasn't Vanessa who interfered; it was Hall who voluntarily gave up.
Manipulating a puppet that already bears the marks of other grand dukes is a very costly endeavor. Not only do you need to devote more effort to removing the original marks, but you also have to worry about whether other grand dukes will project themselves onto you like Vanessa did just now.
One Dragonborn is enough for me.
In the real underground cave, [ the Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes, and his arms collided and joined together like two iron maces in front of him, making a loud "bang".
Two crisp metallic clangs followed immediately. The female assassin's Psionic Energy twin blades left a glowing scratch on his arm, but did not actually break through his defenses.
Feeling the powerful shock from her wrist, the female assassin somersaulted and landed firmly on the smooth rocky ground.
The half-dragon, half-tree, and she now form a strange triangle.
Eternal Domain, Twilight Capital, Twin Kings Palace.
"The deal is done?"
A hoarse voice came from the other side of the throne.
"No."
"As expected."
The Immortal King's voice remained completely calm:
I'll go.
" Hall's power has already begun to recover and spread; there's no need to needlessly waste Kebola's lifespan."
"It is not Descent."
"Um?"
"I'll go myself."
"... You've completed the absorption and recovery?"
"Seventy to eighty percent."
How long will it take you?
"Same as before, three minutes."
"I can't catch my blood relative in three minutes."
"Yes, but I won't let anyone else have the chance to get or kill him."
Having said that, the Immortal King said no more, placing his aged hands on the cold armrests on either side of the throne.
With a struggle of his arms, his slightly hunched body rose from the throne.
That wasn't an ordinary standing posture; rather, it was more like tearing open a healed wound, with even the traces of blood dripping between him and the throne, and faint Psionic Energy leaking out.
Long fingernails sliced through the void before him, and a spatial rift shimmering with a dim yellow light unfolded before the Immortal King.
On the other side of the crevice was the high sky where a fierce wind was blowing. He looked down at the desolate ground in the distance, leaned forward slightly, and fell into the crevice.