Chapter 185

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185 – The Kindred Monarch’s Ascension to Godhood

“Eyes of Justice and White Elephant’s Ivory have decided to surrender? Why so soon?” When Yang Feng heard the information transmitted by the envoys, he felt somewhat suspicious. Eyes of Justice and White Elephant’s Ivory were part of Turandot Subcontinent’s six great overlords and had the relics of ancient Warlocks as bases. In short, they were incomparably powerful.

Yang Feng believed that as long as he was given time to develop, then he absolutely could flatten Eyes of Justice and White Elephant’s Ivory. However, such overlord-ranked forces to so quickly choose to surrender was somewhat anticlimactic.

Shayenna went next to Yang Feng and said firmly: “Yes, it’s definitely a plot!”

Yang Feng asked curiously: “What’s your reasoning?”

Although Yang Feng felt like something smelt fishy, yet he also could not pinpoint the cause of it. If one were to look at things in terms of growth potential, then Yang Feng’s Steel City had indeed surpassed Eyes of Justice and White Elephant’s Ivory by a large margin; therefore, the two forces to choose to surrender was also nothing strange.

Ever since Yang Feng had breached St. Kaulin City, there were countless large and small human forces in Turandot Subcontinent which had chosen to side with him.

Eunice was responsible for dealing with the matters related to these human forces siding with him. Although the current Steel City was still called a city, but its scope of power had expanded to the point that it was already comparable to that of Black Dragon Empire. And this was still not considering Rose Garden. If Rose Garden were to be added into the equation, then Yang Feng’s power would be even more formidable and frightening.

Shayenna said very seriously: “I have conducted detailed research on the leaders of Turandot Subcontinent’s six great forces. Eyes of Justice’s Acheson is extremely ambitious, not willing to play second fiddle to anyone. Moreover, Savage Claw and White Elephant’s Ivory were of the same breath and branches, always singing from the same hymn sheet. But now, while White Elephant’s Ivory had surrendered, there is no peep from Savage Claw. This is definitely not normal. There’s definitely a plot being brewed!"

Yang Feng laughed faintly: “Heh heh. In that case, tell them,

if they’re sincere, then they shall come to Rose Garden for a talk. In any case, we hold the advantage, and even if they don’t come, we still won’t incur any losses."

Shayenna replied: “Yes, Sire!”

Yang Feng said all of a sudden: “What about the preparations?”

A touch of graveness flashed past Shayenna’s pretty eyes and she replied: “Everything’s ready.”

The corners of Yang Feng’s mouth rose slightly, revealing a trace of a smile: “Excellent!”

Tyans Dukedom was a dukedom located next to Satsuma Marquisdom. It had a very vast surface area and its population numbered more than 1 million people.

Nighttime, Tyans Dukedom’s capital, Palmer City.

In the center of Palmer City lied a venue. At present, there were numerous magic lamps ignited and numerous handsome young men and beautiful young women gathered in the venue.

While the ground was littered with miserable, dilapidated human bodies, these handsome young men and beautiful young women were giving vent to their lustful desires.

As if pigs, numerous human young men and young women were huddled together to the side, watching the scene before their eyes with horrified gazes.

From time to time, the naked handsome young men and beautiful young women would walk over to the human young men and young women and, as if selecting food, would pick a person, before opening their mouths, biting the necks of the human youngsters with their sharp canines, and madly devouring their blood.

Those handsome men and beautiful women were kindred as well as their artificially manufactured servants – Vampires.

The kindred were a powerful race, with every pureblood kindred after growing into adulthood possessing level-1 Warlock rank terrifying power. Vampires were a product of pureblood kindred pouring their blood into other life forms, thus infecting them and turning them into their servants. Vampires turned by pureblood kindred were extremely low on the hierarchical ladder of the kindred, wholeheartedly obeying the pureblood kindred who had turned them and lacking the ability to resist.

There were two ways for the kindred to increase their strength. One was the natural increase in strength over time, the other was by ingesting the blood of life forms with formidable souls.

In Turandot Subcontinent, what they liked the most was human blood.

The life span of the kindred was far longer than that of many other races. The lowliest of kindred, if nothing else, could live for millennia, all the while slowly promoting to high-ranked kindred.

The kindred were all good looking from birth. After the Cangzhe Plane’s ancient Warlocks had conquered the plane native to the kindred, they took the kindred in as pets and brought them back to the Cangzhe Plane. Therefore, there were also kindred in Turandot Subcontinent.

For ordinary people, kindred and Vampires were formidable beings impossible to defeat. However, for human Warlocks, they were not difficult to deal with. Because of the great dissemination strength of the infection, the kindred in Turandot Subcontinent had suffered greatly from human persecution, only being able to hide in dark nooks and crannies. It was extremely unusual for so many kindred to gather in a single place, like what was currently occurring in Palmer City.

Moonlight fell from the sky.

An extremely handsome golden-haired and blue-eyed young man with a lanky build and exuding a devilish charm slowly reached the center of the venue reeking of blood and smelling of debauchery. This young man was the sole trueblood kindred in Turandot Subcontinent, a Great Warlock rank powerful being – the Kindred Monarch.

Behind the Kindred Monarch followed twenty five high-ranked kindred, they were so good looking that it was difficult avert one’s eyes from them.

Among the kindred, the low-ranked kindred were the equivalent of human level-1 Warlocks, the mid-ranked kindred were the equivalent of human level-2 Warlocks, the high-ranked kindred were the equivalent of human level-3 Warlocks, and the trueblood kindred were the equivalent of human Great Warlocks. The trueblood kindred had their kindred blood already purified until a frightening degree. In the eyes of some ancient kindred experts, only true blood kindred were their fellow people and the rest were but ants.

Trueblood kindred could mass produce low-ranked kindred by injecting their blood into other life forms, while ordinary kindred could just produce Vampires, with their mode of reproduction not differing too much from that of humans.

After reaching the center of the venue, the young man said loudly: “My fellow people and servants! I’m your Monarch, Rareet!"

“Long live the Monarch!!”

“Our Monarch, long live!!”

"…"

Below the venue, there was a loud buzz of earth-shaking cheers, with the eyes of the people watching the young man brimming with zealotry.

“We kindred have been taken away from our homeland and brought here by the damned human Warlocks. For the past 10,000 years, human Warlocks have been humiliating and hunting down our people, forcing us to wander about alike stray dogs. Finally, the time has come for us to strike back. So long as I, your Monarch, become the god of the kindred, then I shall shelter you with my supreme divine power. The entire Turandot Subcontinent shall become our divine country and the humans shall become our rations, our livestock, our slaves.”

“And now, pray, pray with all your strength. I need your strength to help me ignite my godfire, to become a true god, and to shelter my people.” Rareet spread his hands and unfurled the wings behind his back, his grandeur rising step by step. The moonlight falling on his body gave him a touch of a sacred aura.

“Mighty Lord Rareet, You are more exalted than the true ancestors… a sacred being.”

“Mighty Lord Rareet, You are the ruler of myriad races… the sovereign of night… the one who spreads fear!"

“Mighty Lord Rareet, You are the sovereign of blood… You are the invincible god of war… You are the grim ripper!”

“Mighty Lord Rareet, we offer You our most pious faith. From this day on, after death, we shall return to Your divine country… become Your shield and ward off any harm from falling upon You… become Your sword and behead all of Your enemies."

“Mighty Lord Rareet, may Your divine country ascend and turn into a star in the sky!”

The sound of uniform, sacred prayers reverberated in the middle of the entire venue.

Many kindred deferentially took out icons of Rareet from their bosoms and placed them in front of them. A layer of concentrated faith power was shrouding the icons.

“I shall become the god of myriad races… shall shelter you!” Rareet’s eyes burned with torrential fire of ambition. He spread his hands, took a step forward, faced the sky, and barked.

Traces of faith power were extracted from the icons of Rareet, before flowing into Rareet’s body.

The hundreds of thousands of kindred in the middle of the venue prostrated themselves on the ground and started extremely piously reciting prayers. Streams of incomparably formidable faith power flowed into Rareet’s body, raising his grandeur step by step.

Suddenly, a golden flame took form in the space between Rareet’s eyebrows and his life force instantly undergone a terrifying transformation, turning comparable to that of a Starry Sky Warlock.

Rareet felt an indescribable sense of happiness surge from his entire body as the person had undergone a heaven and earth flipping transformation, with countless amounts of knowledge becoming tangible. He laughed wildly: "Haha, I've ignited my godfire and have become a demigod; who in Turandot Subcontinent is my match?”

At this moment, dark clouds surged and rolled in the sky and the world went dark. A pitch-black spear was shot from the dark clouds, reaped space apart, and stabbed into Rareet.

“No!! Why? Why is this happening??"

Rareet faced the sky, uttered extremely mournful and heart-wrenching screams, and then his body started to crumble inch by inch.

“Idiot, it’s because the Cangzhi Plane doesn’t allows it’s natives to become gods!”

Light rays were distorted and Yang Feng’s silhouette appeared. He looked at the crumbling body of Rareet, a complicated glint flashed through his eyes, and he sighed unhurriedly.

Gods were the most powerful beings from another plane. Compared to the Warlock path, the god path had an incomparably great advantage – their life span, which was incomparably long. Even the weak divine force rank gods had millions-of-year-long lifespans.