I Became the Progenitor Vampire-Chapter 229 - 230: The Giant Dragon Enforcer—Lide (Three-in-One Mega Chapter)

Chapter 229: Chapter 230: The Giant Dragon Enforcer—Lide (Three-in-One Mega Chapter)

Accompanied by a bizarre sound, a giant skull made of white bones emerged from a spatial rift. Inside the skull, a deep blue soul fire blazed fiercely.

Its hollow eyes emanated death and destruction.

A giant dragon!!

This was the skull of a giant dragon!

At this moment, the Werewolf King Grey Claw was terrified. The fur on his back stood up like spikes, his massive tail raised high, his body trembling involuntarily.

The horrifying dragon might permeated the heavens and the earth, the strongest aura of intimidation in the world—Dragon Power. Only true warriors dared to face the majesty of a giant dragon head-on.

Even the Bloodline members casting spells felt as though a terrifying prey was preparing to hunt them down.

Their casting speed noticeably decreased.

Crack~

The space shattered instantly as the white bone skull of the giant dragon appeared.

A fearsome creature with a wingspan of 20 blades appeared above the Werewolf King.

The world fell silent. The distant chirping of insects abruptly stopped, leaving only the sound of the breeze rustling through the treetops.

The flapping of the damaged dragon wings carried the scent of death; its body, composed entirely of bone-pale skeletons, was silent and chilling.

The hollow eyes revealed the deep blue soul fire within the skull, but no one dared to look directly into its soul, for that signified destruction.

All this pointed to the creature’s identity—a Bone Dragon.

Most notably, behind the Bone Dragon was a figure in a black mage robe.

His features were so strikingly handsome that they were astounding. He had a tall, valiant physique and an elegance reminiscent of ancient royal nobility that had spanned thousands of years.

The tusks protruding from his mouth revealed his identity.

A vampire who commanded a giant dragon.

“Gaga~ foolish Werewolf, let the great Lord Withered Bones send you to meet the Death God!”

As Grey Claw watched in shock, this Undead Bone Dragon actually began to speak. Before he could react, the breath of death and destruction spewed from the Bone Dragon’s mouth.

At this moment, his soul stiffened. Every part of the Werewolf King’s body screamed warnings at him. Staying even half a second longer would bring him face to face with death.

Grey Claw swiftly turned around, his powerful limbs unleashing all their strength, and he escaped the range of the dragon breath at the fastest speed of his life.

Crack~

The grey, chilling Undead Breath struck down. Rolls of undead aura spread out, the dragon breath corroding everything around it.

The nearby trees yellowed, withered at a visible rate, and then decayed; the grass turned to ash, even the soil whitened.

The entire area instantly transformed into the land of Dead Silence, where no living should enter.

Seated on the Bone Dragon’s back, Lide looked in the direction the Werewolf had fled, a cold smile curling at his lips.

“Catch that little wolf cub.”

“Wahaha, the great Lord Withered Bones will destroy all enemies, no one can escape Lord Withered Bones’ hunt…”

Seemingly acknowledging Lide as his true master, the one who commanded him, the Undead Mage Withered Bones flying on the Bone Dragon’s back obeyed and took flight with a flap of its wings.

Huff, huff~

The damaged wings of the Death Dragon flapped, a terrifying dragon power sweeping through the dense forest. The Level 15 Wolf King, like a lamb to the slaughter, could only flee frantically under the majesty of the Bone Dragon.

As a member of the Golden Race, dragons are the most famous of the top-tier lifeforms in all of Glory. Their power justified every descriptor.

Dragon power exerted a great suppressive force on any non-dragon Demon Beast, especially for those like Grey Claw, whose Bloodline had nothing special.

Even though the Wolf King had reached Level 15, under the dragon power of the Level 18 Bone Dragon, it was still greatly terrified.

This pressure came from the soul, from an instinct of living beings, not something that could just be resisted.

Three minutes later.

While battling Betty and Grot, Cap suddenly tensed because he felt a powerful presence approaching.

Then, to his shock, he watched as a Bone Dragon with a wingspan of 20 Blades approached, carrying a 15-level Wolf King that was the length of three blades high and six blades long in its jaws, as easily as if it was carrying a lamb, and flew over their battleground.

Then with a casual flick, the unconscious Wolf King fell from the sky, crashing onto the ground, splattering mud everywhere.

The once mighty Wolf King had turned into a dying dog.

“Great Lord withered bones has arrived, you pathetic Lion-man, kneel and greet Lord withered bones immediately, whackackacka~”

“How refreshing, this little wolf cub even dared to run from the great Lord withered bones? Even the Undead can’t bear it!”

Lide, hearing the tedious speech from the dragon beneath him, twitched the corners of his mouth, and promptly spread his wings to fly up into the sky without another word to this damned Undead.

“Withered bones, coordinate with Betty and Grot to take down this Beastman.”

Obediently shivering at Lide’s words as if reminded of something, the vast draconic form of Withered bones subtly turned its head to glance at the stoic-faced Lide and then swiftly swung around, coiling up in preparation to attack.

Withered bones behaved as if it were a mouse seeing a cat, where the comparatively tiny Lide next to the Bone Dragon was the true monster.

Cap’s face turned ugly upon hearing this, as these troublesome Northern Warriors had prolonged the battle for far too long.

Although he had them completely dominated in terms of power, their incredible regenerative abilities were ridiculously exaggerated, as they kept standing back up time and again after being struck down, no matter how severe their wounds.

And if he tried to deliver a final blow, it would be stalled by the other, desperately buying time.

Anger was erupting.

An 18-level Lion-man Clan Warrior, of the Beastman King’s race, found himself impeded by two 16-level Northern Warriors. Although the might of Northern Warriors was recognized among all races in the main plane of Glory, he was the King of the Beastman.

Moreover, now faced with a Bone Dragon whose presence seemed even more formidable than his own, this battle…

The overwhelming pressure caused Cap’s expression to become extremely somber, no longer carrying the casual ease he had faced the two kings of the north with.

In this battlefield, there were no weaklings.

Following Lide’s command, Withered bones maneuvered its gigantic draconic body into the fray, and the terrifying battle erupted once more.

Lide had no intention of engaging with the Beastman King, who was four levels above him.

His own power had swelled too quickly; after Emi’s evolution to Level 15, in just half a year, he had amassed seven fearsome combatants.

And each one could be a pillar if taken alone.

Although he had leveled from 10 to 14 in less than a year, compared to his subordinates who had lived for decades, even centuries, his combat skill was still relatively weak.

Of course, this didn’t particularly faze him. How long had he even been in Glory?

These top combat powers, accumulated over decades or even centuries, couldn’t be easily surpassed. If they were, their powerful existences would have been too cheap.

Moreover, comparing combat powers with his own subordinates was a foolish act; he was the king of all, and his own power was composed of these formidable subordinates and a vast influence.

Besides, if he had to charge to the front line, there was only one situation—Dawn City was on the verge of destruction, and they needed their monarch to descend to the battlefield.

However, given some time to grow, these currently powerful subordinates might not be able to keep up with his pace in the future.

He was the Ancestor of the Bloodline, the City Lord of Dawn City, the god of the Dawn Sect, the master of the Crimson Mage Tower, the big boss of the Dark Contract.

Even one of these extravagant titles would turn heads. In terms of developmental potential, even Isa of the Golden Bloodline might not be able to surpass him.

Lide shook his head and retrieved his somewhat scattered thoughts, then smiled brightly. Dawn City was developing too fast, fast enough that he no longer needed to personally enter the battlefield.

And during this time, every opponent he faced was a true tycoon.

The Dark Contract, the Lion Tribe… None were weak. The fact that he could now stand against the tens of thousands of Beastman armies was a scene unimaginable to him a year ago when he first entered Glory.

But, I am the Ancestor of the Bloodline, how could I possibly lose to you?

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A glint of sharpness flashed in Lide’s eyes. Recently, he had been busy dealing with various trivial matters and threats, so busy that he had almost forgotten to research the magic he loved most.

He made up his mind—once this matter was settled, he would enhance his combat powers.

He even had a faint feeling that if he ascended to Level 15, a significant transformation would occur…

Boom, boom, boom~

The battle below interrupted Lide, who dared to daydream on the battlefield, and made him focus his attention.

This was the first time Lide had witnessed the full firepower of Level 18 combat powers from such a close distance. The strength of a fighter of this level was displayed in the most direct manner before him.

He had once witnessed Betty, Level 16, slaughtering a transformed Level 19 Molten Demon with two swings of her sword. Although the power of the transformed Molten Demon was pitifully weak compared to a true Molten Demon, it was still a Level 19 life.

Being able to slay a Level 19 life meant a lot.

Yet such a powerful Northern Land’s Valkyrie, who possessed Legendary combat skills and had activated the Northern Royal Bloodline, was still pressed down during the fight with Cap.

Great strength, keen combat awareness, unimaginable combat techniques, and a completely fearless, unyielding will to fight.

Cap, the Level 18 Beastman King, was incredibly powerful.

Even with the inclusion of a Level 18 Bone Dragon, the battle was still tough.

The Bone Dragon was an experiment conducted by Lide before his arrival, inspired by Nelio who had infused weapons with the Power of Faith on Dawn Square.

The results were gratifying.

Yet, because the Power of Faith was particularly friendly to the Bloodline due to his being a Vampire, but not to the Undead—the Power of Faith condensed by the Dawn Sect was bright and holy, causing even more damage to the Undead than sunlight did to Vampires.

More importantly, Lide discovered that the Power of Faith had a terrifying capacity to assimilate the soul of Lord withered bones.

With enough Power of Faith, he could directly change the soul nature of this Undead Mage and make him utterly subservient to him.

Lide was extremely excited about this discovery, initially wanting to directly turn this powerful Undead Mage, possessing a Bone Dragon, into his subordinate.

But in the end, he helplessly found that to assimilate the soul of the withered bones, at least ten thousand points of Power of Faith were needed.

For him, who was penniless, this was an astronomical figure—a sum that Dawn City couldn’t accumulate even in half a year.

In the end, he made a ruthless decision and directly controlled the Power of Faith to threaten Lord withered bones, who had been indifferent until he sensed that Lide truly had the mind and capacity to annihilate him.

After enduring the intense agony of his soul being scorched by the Power of Faith, the crafty Undead Mage, who was already devoid of any principles, surrendered briskly.

He obediently transferred his consciousness into the body of the Bone Dragon and let himself be driven to participate in the war.

The only commitment Lide made to this Undead Mage was to allow him to venture out in Dawn City periodically after this.

After leaving a Spirit Imprint and a certain amount of Power of Faith in the soul of the withered bones, Lide unhesitatingly agreed.

He had coveted this Lord Withered Bones for too long. An 18th Level Bone Dragon! Even if it was a deceased giant dragon, it was still a dragon.

He had previously been unable to deal with this sly, malicious, and excessively chatty Undead Mage.

Now that he had found a way, he naturally wouldn’t hesitate and deftly positioned Lord Withered Bones to lay an ambush near the Blood Clan Spellcaster’s camp, leading to the recent escapade.

This was also why Lide dared to directly initiate the war against the Beastman.

His high-end power was too formidable.

A 16th Level Northern Land’s Valkyrie Betty, 16th Level Child of the North Grot, 16th Level Bronze One-eyed Giant Coso, 15th Level Dawn Bat King Castro, along with 15th Level Dark Priest Stanley and 15th Level Shadow High Priest Emi orchestrating several hundred Bloodlines in casting.

Plus this 18th Level Bone Dragon, Lord Withered Bones.

Altogether, seven top combat powers, a force strong enough to make any power take heed.

After discovering the trace of the Dwarf Valley, Shadow High Priest Emi proceeded to gather information,

Eventually, through Beastman’s chat and the curses of captured Dwarfs, he obtained detailed numbers about the Beastman and learned about the defensive arrangements of Dwarf Valley.

Most crucially, the Shaman of the Beastman Tribe was still stationed at Lion Tribe, prompting Lide to make this bold decision.

He used Coso and Castro to attract the Beastmen, and then launched a devastating attack using large-scale Composite Magic.

It was quite reminiscent of Viscount Bernard’s strategy of diversion and surprise.

For this, the Bloodline’s spellcaster team prepared a day in advance, and even many new members of the Bloodline had their Magic Blood drained dry repeatedly, the consumption of which caused Lide’s eyelids to twitch with concern.

After numerous plans and meticulous preparations, an astounding scene unfolded where an army of over ten thousand Beastmen was directly crushed by the Bloodline.

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Ten minutes later.

Before the Dwarf City.

The magic red cloud dispersing its aura of destruction finally began to dissolve.

But by that time, no one paid attention to this scene anymore, as the Beastman that could escape had fled, and those who couldn’t had forever remained there, soon to become fertilizer for the grass of the following year.

Scorched bodies lay in piles across the ground.

The stench of charred flesh and hair carried by the night breeze spread for miles, permeating the entire Dwarf Valley with a foul smell.

The flames, still ablaze, painted the night sky fiery red, but dense smoke obscured everyone’s vision.

Although the number of Beastman deaths was countless, the battle did not cease.

In the tenth minute after the magic red cloud had dispersed.

Castro was still being entangled by Craig, and although his equipment lagged far behind that it couldn’t deal substantial damage to Castro, Craig was, after all, a powerful Level 16 warrior.

This werewolf, relying on various skills and combat techniques, kept Castro so occupied that he couldn’t ignore his adversary and had to commit a significant portion of his energy to him.

However, that was all it amounted to—Castro’s luxurious equipment rendered Craig, who was impoverished by comparison, utterly unable to do anything, making him look like a clown jumping around him.

Thud—

After Castro had hunted two beastmen who had not yet fled, he saw Craig coming up to interfere; his face filled with annoyance and swung his blade again, causing the ground itself to tremble.

However, Craig’s body nimbly dodged away; the strike didn’t harm him.

Just as Craig was preparing to counterattack, he suddenly stiffened, as if he had sensed something, and abruptly turned his head to look towards the horizon.

He sensed an extremely terrifying aura.

Giant dragon!

Whoosh—

Under the illumination of the firelight on the ground, a bone dragon made entirely of white bones, emitting a thick aura of death and flapping damaged bat wings, appeared in his line of sight.

“Damn bastards, why is there a bone dragon here?”

His typically deep voice now took on a sharp edge.

Clearly, the appearance of the bone dragon was much more shocking to him than any impact Castro or Castro could cause. After all, it was a giant dragon!

Craig’s heart seized, and he instinctively glanced towards the area Cap had just left, his eyes filled with barely concealed worry.

The enemy was too strong, and although he had immense confidence in Cap, a Level 18 Beastman King, the presence of the bone dragon—a creature of legend—posed the question if Cap could encounter any issues.

He was instantly agitated and anxious.

Cap was mighty, but dealing with forces that possessed bone dragons, steel giants, and rampaging steel behemoths in the sky—how could one reason with that?

On instinct, Craig glanced at a nearby steel giant and abruptly turned, preparing to leave.

He couldn’t delay any longer; he must find the king of the Lion Tribe, or else the entire tribe would be destroyed by those formidable and terrifying beings.

Even if this giant slew many more of his tribe, he might still have a chance for revenge, but if he didn’t find their king, there would be no hope.

But just as Craig was about to leave.

Whoosh—

The withered bones with dragon wings arrived.

“Wahaha—Insignificant werewolf, let Lord Withered Bones end your pathetic fate…”

“Roar—”

The dragon’s roar echoed through the heavens and earth, quieting the entire sky.

Then, from a hundred blades high in the sky, two Bloodline Spellcasters, flapping demon wings, flew down.

Level 15 Spellcasters??

Perceiving their aura, Craig’s face suddenly changed; the huge wolf’s head now wore an ugly expression.

And during this brief moment of distraction,

His escape route was blocked by a figure wielding a giant sword, with a slender, sexy build, and a wild look in her eyes.

Following her was a warrior as tall as three blades, his presence equally startling.

Yet another pair of Level 15 top professionals???

Craig was nearly going mad; behind him stood a seven-blade-high steel giant wearing unimaginably solid armor.

In the sky loomed a bone dragon emitting a lethal aura, along with two Level 15 Spellcasters. Ahead of him were two more Level 15 warriors.

Even with the fierce nature of a werewolf like Craig, he couldn’t help but involuntarily step backward in this situation.

Fight?

How could he fight? Six top beings; not just he, but even the king of the Lion Tribe—the Level 18 Lion-man warrior Cap Lion—couldn’t possibly win.

Escape?

How to escape? With the bone dragon, vampires flying overhead, and unknown warriors on the ground… anyone could prevent his escape.

Never in his life had Craig felt such despair. As a Level 16 werewolf warrior in the barren wastelands, he was the highest-order being, before whom everyone else had to grovel.

But now…

Those narrow, green eyes were brimming with helplessness.

At this moment, he was like a death row inmate awaiting execution, tormented.

“Don’t waste time, capture him.”

A calm sentence from behind the dragon gave Craig a strange sense of relief; he felt like a lamb entering a wolf’s den, lonely and powerless.

Following the command, Emi and Stanley, flying in the sky, immediately started casting spells.

Betty and Groot burst forth; Castro weighed in with his heavy body.

Craig as a mighty werewolf warrior of course wouldn’t submit,

Aowuu—

After a long howl, his body suddenly enlarged, his long blade thrown aside, the gray shiny fur on his body visibly growing longer, tough as if woven from mithril armor.

His claws grew directly to thirty centimeters.

A cold gleam flashed across the tips of his claws, easily capable of tearing through ordinary steel.

Aowuu—

Craig roared again; his burgeoning aura finally stabilized.

Berserk.

The final card of the beastmen and also their most powerful Bloodline Power.

After going berserk, a beastman’s strength increases terrifyingly in all aspects, and they become immune to pain and fearless of death.

However, the side effect of entering a long period of extreme weakness after becoming berserk made the beastmen reserve this powerful Bloodline Talent as their last card.

Now a Level 16 Craig could face a Level 17 warrior without any fear.

But it was still in vain.

His opponent had become strong enough to crush him completely.

Emi and Stanley, two Level 15 Spellcasters, immediately initiated Dual Casting. Four restraining spells immobilized the berserk Craig.

Shadow Prison, Shadow Tentacles, Stiffness Skill, Swampy Ground.

How could Betty, the Northern Land’s Valkyrie with Legendary Combat Skills, miss such a golden opportunity? At the moment when Craig’s body stiffened, she swung her great sword, its blade’s radiant glow swelling by several centimeters.

The formidable presence of the Bone Dragon in the sky intensified. Seeing this, it cackled eerily and released two Level 4 Dragon Language Magics on Craig: Mental Shock and Forced Dizziness.

Just as Craig was about to break free from the four controlling spells, his body stiffened again in place.

The three Spellcasters, without a moment’s pause, chained their controls, preventing the berserk Beastman from taking even a step.

Clang~

Betty killed in that instant. This Valkyrie, tested by life and death, showed no mercy. Her great sword pierced directly through Craig’s abdomen, severing the spine of the berserk Werewolf.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Instant kill.

Level 16 Craig, under the terrifying control of the three Spellcasters, didn’t even have a chance to react and was directly overwhelmed.

It was only because Craig had grown to the size of three blades during his berserk transformation, enlarging his body considerably, that he wasn’t completely bisected by Betty’s sword.

Withdrawing her sword, she stood up wearing tight leather pants, her long legs particularly striking. Betty, utterly bored, pouted, “Pathetically weak. Compared to that lion, this werewolf doesn’t even deserve me drawing my sword.”

On the back of the Bone Dragon, Lide turned his head to look at the Beastman King behind him, tied up like a knotted dough twist, unconsciously, and his lips twitched slightly.

The recent battle was still awe-inspiring to recall.

The strength of the Level 18 Beastman King was beyond everyone’s imagination.

After the Level 18 Bone Dragon joined the fight, it took a full ten minutes and still failed to subdue Cap, who was fighting ferociously, exchanging life for life, repeatedly causing heavy injuries to Grot and Betty.

If it weren’t for the strong Bloodline Power that helped them recover, the two might really have been killed by the Beastman King’s desperate attacks.

Finally, after completing their spells, Emi and Stanley joined in besieging Cap.

True to his title of Beastman King, under the siege of five peak combat forces, he activated his final trump card—Berserk. He transformed into a Golden Lion King Warrior, his height reaching three blades and his body shimmering with golden light, his strength greatly surging.

He subsequently shattered Grot’s heart twice and chopped off half of his head, almost causing Grot’s downfall.

And the formidable Betty had both her arms broken twice, dozens of ribs shattered, and even Emi and Stanley were severely wounded by Cap seizing the opportunity to strike from the sky. Even the Level 18 Bone Dragon’s Soul Fire was violently shaken.

Not until the last two Spellcasters confined Cap’s movements could Grot and Betty, exchanging wounds for wounds, severely injure Cap, who then unavoidably endured a bout of the Bone Dragon’s Death Breath.

The combined effort of five finally subdued the Berserk-driven, unparalleled Beastman King.

Compared to that, Craig—the Level 16 Werewolf Warrior who was crippled after just one round of attacks—seemed so trashy.

Of course, this wasn’t because Craig was weak, but because Cap’s presence just prior was overwhelmingly strong; without comparison, there wouldn’t be disappointment.

Cap’s might naturally made the group highly cautious against him, and discovering his ineffectiveness naturally led to their contempt.

Viewed from the sky, although Craig was dealt a fatal injury, the post-berserk Werewolf had incredibly robust vitality and his body was actually healing.

Clearly, given enough time, even such an otherwise fatal wound could heal.

Lide sometimes couldn’t help but be amazed, as when it came to survivability, the warriors’ robust physical condition was something the mages couldn’t match.

Of course, the mages’ dazzling array of magic spells was something the warriors envied but couldn’t have.

“Emi, bring this guy up, they are all our spoils of war now.”

After finishing, Lide glanced back at Cap Lion, feeling somewhat conflicted.

The physiological structure of Beastmen was different from humans, so the Bloodline’s initial embrace had no effect on Beastmen; their bloodlines were not compatible with the Bloodline’s.

This troubled Lide deeply, as he couldn’t give this powerful Beastman that made him envious his initial embrace. If he couldn’t control this Beastman, then this conquest would undoubtedly be dimmed considerably.

Whether it was Beastmen, Dwarfs, Elves, Goblins, or others, all were intelligent life forms, but they were entirely different creatures from humans.

Whether it was their physiological structure or their bloodlines, they were worlds apart from humans, so the Bloodline’s initial embrace had no effect on these lives.

It was like how Android software is incompatible with Apple’s system, so he couldn’t forcibly turn these alien races into Bloodline members.

Groot could become a member of the Bloodline because he was essentially still human. Although Groot was from the North, whether Northern people, Nolan people, or even Blue-skinned people, they all belonged to the human lineage with human blood flowing in them.

Just different environments and climates along with various reasons had caused differences in appearance and strength, but fundamentally, they were still human, which is why they could become part of the Bloodline.

Humans had a unique energy within their bodies, which was key to the Bloodline’s survival and also crucial for their ability to turn them into their initial embrace. But apart from humans, other races didn’t possess this special energy.

This resulted in races like Beastmen and Dwarfs being unable to become part of the Bloodline.

If Cap Lion’s formidable combat power could be harnessed for his own, he would immediately gain a significant advantage, but now there was no way to control this king of the Beastmen in a short period.

So, they could only control him temporarily.

Boom Boom Boom~

At that moment, explosive sounds erupted in the Dwarf City, flames shot up to the sky.

Followed by crazed shouting and intense clashing sounds.

Chaos had erupted within the Dwarf City.

Lide gazed into the distance, his vision excellent under the night sky.

He could faintly make out what was happening inside the city.

“Under the Ancestor Crown, it seems to be the Dwarfs…”

Stanley, carrying the tied-up Craig, flew to his side.

Lide nodded and turned to look behind.

The only king of the Beastmen had been captured by him; another top combatant was eliminated instantly under the assault of three spellcasters and a Northern Land Valkyrie.

The leaderless beastmen in the Dwarf Valley were just a bunch of lambs waiting for slaughter.

“Let’s go, follow me to conquer this land.”

A surge of boldness rose in Lide’s heart as he sat behind the neck of this Undead Creature with a wingspan of 20 blades, his gaze sharp.

Now he should be called the Giant Dragon Rider—Lide.

“Muahahaha~ Great Lord Withered Bones has arrived~ You lowly and humble Beastmen, taste the breath of Lord Withered Bones…”