Even gangsters worship Lord Guan, so what's wrong with a grand duke worshipping the Tree God?

Wens uttered a number that astonished Hall —he had expected the other to say twenty years.

Seeing that his blood relatives still seemed somewhat incredulous, Wens repeated:

Three days should be enough, after all, we still need to travel.

The serious expression on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a smile tinged with arrogance.

Hall knew that this meant Wens had made a decision in his heart, and that... someone was going to die.

Perhaps it was Wens himself, or perhaps it was someone else; who knows?

But one thing is certain: when Wens, this guy who can truly "suck the marrow from the bone," goes berserk, he's not much weaker than Rosalind.

"Let's do it that way."

Hall nodded:

"I only have a drop of True Blood left in this body, so I'll use it for this."

As he spoke, the body he had temporarily occupied began to age and wither rapidly, and a drop of blood, clearly aggressive, gathered at his fingertip.

Wens, sitting on the stone chair, did the same, condensing a drop of True Blood in front of him.

Two drops of blood met as they devoured each other, and merged as they fought.

Meanwhile, Wens and Hall simultaneously adopted unusually serious expressions. They stood up, their eyes meeting, and two completely different voices rang out at the same time:

" Vitality and Drain."

" Fractal and Harvest."

The sound echoed through the cave, carrying far into the distance, while the powerful sense of oppression and the inescapable force of constraint bound the two dukes tightly to their bodies like illusory bandages.

As for the countless Blood Corpse of the Wens Lineage scattered throughout the interconnected caves, they had already knelt on the ground, their trembling bodies welcoming the suffocating pressure.

"By Tree God above, I beseech the True Ancestor: Boundless Desire, Shadow of All Things, Darkness of Madness, Source of Fear, please look upon me—my blood relatives and I agree to a three-day ceasefire. If we disobey, our forms and souls will become nourishment for the enemy."

A glance seemed to fall from the void, and an invisible bond settled upon the two, but Wens and Hall seemed already accustomed to it.

After all, who hasn't made a few vows?

My fellow believers, in this world where God truly exists, oaths are truly effective!

What is the purpose of paying homage to the True Ancestor?

The seven Grand Dukes, known as the Progenitors, were created by the True Ancestor tearing his own body apart.

The mutual slaughter and devouring are for the purpose of becoming a new Transcendent Tier, a new True Ancestor!

Therefore, it is only natural to invite the True Ancestor resides deep within the consciousness of each Grand Duke, to witness this.

As for the Tree God above...

Even gangsters worship Lord Guan. Whether they truly believe or not, it's okay to let Him bear witness, right?

In the past, making such an oath would certainly have been fine.

As for now...

Then there's no problem at all!

Ed really liked it when people swore they had the Tree God with them. Ever since he advanced to High Tier, he had vaguely discovered this new ability of his that was difficult to define precisely.

It's unclear whether it's the result of ascending to High Tier and reviving past memories, the effect of the complete fusion of spirit, bone, and flesh, or simply because absorbing Adelaide's True Blood and becoming a conceptual "lineage master."

In short, Ed could vaguely hear prayers, and he would always feel a twitch in his temple when someone's oath contained the keyword " Tree God ".

The degree to which one can "vaguely" hear something depends on the rank of the person who speaks of the " Tree God ".

The higher the rank, the clearer Ed could hear the voice.

If the person praying actually utters keywords such as " the Tree God bears witness" or " the Tree God is above," Ed will not only hear the voice but also see a scene.

Ed rarely uses this ability; in fact, it's a passive skill that can't be activated actively.

At most, some unorthodox players, after realizing that Adelaide True Blood had been controlled by Ed, actively chose to pursue the Blood Corpse profession.

This profession, primarily focused on Psionic Energy and secondarily on animalistic creatures, may not be very popular, but it's actually quite successful in the Wilderness of Chaos.

Moreover, besides possessing immense vitality, the Blood Corpse is also capable of mastering the classic "summoning of gods" technique without any formal instruction.

Although Ed granted them power and allowed them to unleash a burst of power, rendering their bodies essentially useless, at least the enemy was dead, wasn't they?

Apart from that, Ed rarely had the opportunity to use this ability.

But at that moment, he was shocked to discover—this ability could eavesdrop!

Even though it was passive eavesdropping, knowing is better than not knowing!

The one who just used the oath to lower the bonds was indeed the True Ancestor in the subconscious of the grand dukes, but the one who cast a glance was not the remnant soul of some True Ancestor, but the genuine Ed.

The evil white-haired creature lurking within the Root Network, though unaware of what had transpired, truly heard the two's vow.

That's enough!

Unless something major is about to happen, why would Wens and Hall need to sign True Blood Covenant?

To paraphrase another world's history, if the goal wasn't to pull off something big together, why sign the Soviet–German Non-Aggression Pact?

Isn't it all just to stir up trouble?

Therefore, Ed was quite certain that the battle about to erupt in the Demon Realm would not be so simple.

After leaving some arrangements at the Second Holy See, Ed went to the Great Labyrinth City to find the Balund brothers.

Since we're going on a trip to the Demon Realm, it's always good to bring some friends along.

Meanwhile, in the caves of the Demon Realm...

After the True Blood Covenant was forged, Hall's Incarnation was completely devoured and fell to the ground with a sound of bones Shattered.

Wens stood up from the stone chair.

A rustling sound came, and a person, or rather a humanoid creature, emerged from each of the three grottoes in front of them.

The person on the far left looks very old, and his outline and physical features are the most human-like. He is hunched over, giving people a feeling of being old but also sinister.

The creature in the middle had long limbs and pointed ears. Underneath its pale skin were obvious bone marks. Its entire body seemed to consist of nothing but flesh and bone. It looked as if a breath of air could knock it over, yet its imposing presence was quite intimidating.

The one on the far right is nearly three meters tall, with muscles bulging to an extreme degree, and its skin color is completely different from most Blood Corpse, displaying a strange bronze hue.

Three humanoid beings approached Wens in turn, bowing deeply in the standard courtesy they had performed countless times over the past century:

"Father."

The three spoke in unison.

"Um."

Wens nodded in satisfaction:

"You reacted quickly; I was just looking for you."

"Please give the order, Father."

The old man on the far left spoke.

"War is about to break out."

Wens spoke in a serious tone, uttering a few words that immediately caused the three men to kneel down:

"I am willing to die for my father!"

A loud shout echoed throughout the cave.

In the past, Wens would have just laughed at such remarks.

After all, given his abilities, how many people in the world could possibly have the chance to kill him?

But today, he didn't brush off the three of them as usual, but spoke seriously:

"Perhaps this is the final battle."

He looked at the three dukes under his command and said:

"This time I will go all out and leave no room for retreat."

"Whether we can break free from the shackles of the Demon Realm depends on this battle."

Seeing that his three children showed no fear, Wens was very satisfied.

"So next..."

" Bianchi, Ozilazis."

"Exist!"

The two dukes on the left and in the middle responded with one high and one low, one loud and one hoarse voice.

"You two will come with me to fight directly."

"My honor, Father!"

" Lombardi."

"Exist!"

The burly duke on the far right responded.

"You command all the Blood Corpse in the legion and advance towards our location at top speed."

"Yes, Father!"

The strongest of the three, the Blood Corpse, responded and pressed on with another question:

"Father, when has the legion arrived, who will they fight?"

"Good question."

The Duke of Wens smiled knowingly and said, slowly and deliberately:

"All--people--"

He looked at the imposing duke and continued with a smile:

"If you see humans, kill the humans first, then kill the skeletons. If neither happens, and I'm still alive, then I've won."

"Then kill the Blood Corpse, kill every living creature you see, kill everything!"

"Then come with me and break out of the Demon Realm!"

"Hehe, hahahahahahahahaha!"

Wens didn't say what would happen if he died; as a vampire grand duke, he was always prepared to die.

But if I die, what will be the connection between me and the remaining Blood Corpse of the lineage?

Hearing Wens's arrogant remarks and laughter, the three grand dukes also chuckled.

"I swear to follow my father to the death!"

"Good."

Wens waved his hand:

"Go and gather the legions, Lombardi."

" Bianchi, Ozilazis, let's go!"