I Became the Progenitor Vampire-Chapter 310 - 312 Creatures of the Underworld Reappear
Chapter 310 -312: Creatures of the Underworld Reappear, The Legendary Deeds of Frey (6200 words)
Chapter 310 -312: Creatures of the Underworld Reappear, The Legendary Deeds of Frey (6200 words)
When Lide saw Frey standing in front of him in his office, his body brimming with a cold aura as if he had just waded through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, his brows furrowed tightly.
Level 15… Frey had incredibly completed a triple jump in the short span of just over half a year since his job transition to become a Crimson Hunter.
It was simply unbelievable.
However, the current state of this second-generation Bloodline was not so optimistic.
Lide hastily concluded his speech at the celebration upon hearing the system’s prompt, because, following the system’s alert, Frey sought help from him through the Power of the Bloodline.
It was a very sensitive and direct message, transmitted directly through the bloodline.
Lide’s heart throbbed as he sensed Frey’s dire state.
Agitation, anger, bloodlust, chaos, and other negative emotions filled Frey’s mind, and Lide had never seen such a frenzy of negative states.
Immediately realizing the seriousness of the situation, he dispatched Castro to retrieve Frey at the highest speed.
Upon meeting Frey for the first time, Lide’s brows were deeply furrowed because the other’s state was at its nadir, almost on the verge of collapse.
Frey, wearing a black robe, now had an indifferent gaze that revealed bits of ferociousness and brutality, and even Lide could clearly feel that the other’s aura was extremely unstable, like a keg of gunpowder about to explode.
It was not the instability caused by breaking through to Level 15 but emotional instability; he was like an Abyssal Giant Beast that had been starving for a hundred years, ready to devour everything around him at any moment.
The profession of a Crimson Hunter had a very powerful Talent—King of Hunting, which allowed one to absorb blood after killing an enemy to permanently enhance one’s strength.
Lide considered this Talent to be the trump Talent of the Crimson Hunters. Stanley had once used this Talent Skill to level up.
Stanley had mentioned that when he reached Level 16, consuming fresh blood for leveling up would temporarily enter him into a state of bloodthirst and bloodlust.
Rationality was like a small boat in a stormy sea, at risk of being capsized by the desire for slaughter.
Frey was obviously in this state now.
Looking at Frey, who was not transformed into his true Bloodline form but whose eyes were constantly crimson, with his teeth tightly clenched as if struggling to suppress something, Lide’s gaze turned extremely solemn.
If they didn’t take action soon, this second-generation Bloodline would definitely not be able to hold on.
Without wasting more words, he stepped forward and placed his right hand on Frey’s head, as a faint Holy Light spread out.
The Power of Faith sharply dropped by two thousand.
Moments later, the chilling killing intent in Frey’s body eased slightly, but that was it—his aura was still frenzied and brutal.
The chilling killing intent spread wantonly in the room, and the air seemed to solidify into ice.
Upon seeing this, Lide’s brows were tightly knit; the effects of the Power of Faith on Frey’s negative state were limited.
He glanced at his attribute panel and was struck by a title under his alternate identity, Ilo.
Read latest chapters at freёweɓnovel.com Only.
Dark Tutor.
Guidance: Your words have a guiding effect on dark camp lives trapped in a bottleneck, accelerating their breakthrough.
This was an extremely strong title he had acquired by tricking the Heart-eating Demon Wales.
There was no hesitation; Lide switched to the appearance of Ilo.
Looking at Frey again, he suddenly understood Frey’s predicament under the boost of the title.
“Frey, steady your mind, and solidify your will.
As a member of the Holy Light Bloodline, we fear no challenge.
The desire for slaughter is only a part of our strength; don’t fear it, accept it, control it…
There’s no need to run; you are the master of your body’s power. No one else is worthy to command it but you.
What does not kill us, ultimately makes us stronger!
Frey, you are the strongest among the second-generation Bloodline, my most admired child, do not let fear defeat you.
For the sake of Dawn City, use your will to overcome the desire for slaughter. No one can defeat you but yourself.”
Lide’s words acted like an adrenaline shot, piercing directly into Frey’s heart. The unstable aura around him gradually subsided, and his speech proved far more potent than the Power of Faith.
Seeing this, Lide did not speak further. From this point on, Frey could only rely on himself.
No one could help him with the bloodlust emanating from the depths of his soul; confrontation was the only way.
The room fell into a prolonged silence.
Frey’s eyes were tightly closed, his body as still as a statue, without a single ripple.
Lide, unable to fully set aside his concern, stayed in the office, guarding this first second-generation Bloodline member to break through to Level 15.
The ferocious aura on Frey remained, seemingly at an impasse.
Outdoors was the festivity and revelry of the newly constructed district celebrations, while the atmosphere indoors was as heavy as ice.
A warmth outside and a coldness within created a stark contrast.
This state lasted from the time Frey returned until the early hours of the next morning.
Only when the moon set in the sky and endless darkness enveloped the earth, without a trace of light in the sky, did the chilly, deadly killing intent on Frey slowly recede.
Frey’s eyes opened, and upon seeing Lide, his guarded expression gradually relaxed.
“Your Majesty…” the hoarse voice sounded as though it hadn’t tasted water in half a month in the desert, making it extremely discomforting.
“You have Magic Blood by your side.”
Lide, sitting behind his desk, immediately stood up as soon as he saw Frey awaken.
Frey nodded, his slightly trembling hand reaching out to grab the Magic Blood prepared beside him and drained it in one gulp.
Moments later, his deathly pale complexion seemed to improve slightly.
Only then did Lide let down his guard.
The profession of a Crimson Hunter was too underdeveloped, with too many uncertain factors.
Everything he was doing was like groping for stones to cross the river; he couldn’t offer any more guidance.
“How do you feel?”
“Your Majesty, I am fine now.”
Frey shook his head; the once proud and aloof second-generation Bloodline was now very weak and didn’t exude the strength of having broken through to Level 15.
“How did you break through to become Level 15?”
That was the question Lide was most concerned about.
Frey may have been the strongest among the second-generation Bloodline, but that didn’t mean he could break through so easily and without reason.
Moreover, a Crimson Hunter’s elevation of strength through ingesting blood had its limits. Not to mention finding enough high-level life’s blood to consume, but each increase in level also came with a backlash that couldn’t be resolved in a short time.
Without waiting for Frey to reply, Lide opened the other’s attribute panel.
Frey Kachar
Title: Slaughterer, Terror Descendant (Perfect)
Destroyer of Cities (He is the spokesman of death, the nightmare of countless individuals, his reputation has spread across the Mist Coast, Legend Level +10, additional Mist Coast Legend Level +10, when he commands the Slaughter Bats, the attributes of all lives affected by the Destroyer of Cities title decrease by 20%)
Age: 132
Level: 15
Profession: Crimson Hunter·Second Rank (Next Rank: 500,000 Slaughter Value)
Slaughter Value: 100,000 (Each kill of a life will grant one Slaughter Point, ineffective for lives 5 levels below oneself) Trait: Killing Intent Invasion (When using the Skill—Crimson Slaughter, the target will be invaded by killing intent, falling into a furious chaotic negative state, with continuous attribute decrease up to 50%, Magic Resistance nullification ineffective, willpower can offset some damage).
Special Talent: Blood-soaked Rebirth, Slaughter Hand (Trait: Danger Perception) King of Hunting (Increase strength by devouring fresh blood)
Limited·Unique Skill: Crimson Slaughter, transform into a Bloodline then strength, physical recovery speed, speed, Magic Power recovery speed increase by 500%, consuming 50% of blood in the body can upgrade to 1000%, immune to negative statuses below Legendary Level, and also gained the trait of Dark Cutter, duration: 30 minutes, can continuously use blood to maintain Crimson Slaughter state.
Dark Reaper: Attack carries an additional Power of Crimson intensity +500%, and after killing an enemy, the blood in the enemy’s body congeals into a Slaughter Bat. The Slaughter Bat inherits 70% of the enemy’s strength, Slaughter Bats can devour blood to grow, reproduce, split, with each Slaughter Bat’s duration lasting until blood is exhausted, and can be actively controlled.
Passive Talent:…
Explanation:…
After checking Frey’s attributes, Lide fell into silence.
Frey, too powerful, had seen qualitative improvements in all aspects of his attributes.
First was the additional title of Destroyer of Cities, clearly acquired this time, with an immensely powerful accompanying attribute.
Next was the upgrading of Skills, the unique skill: Crimson Slaughter, where previously the strength and physical recovery speed had increased by 300%, now skyrocketed to 500%.
Moreover, the blood consumption increase jumped from 600% to 1000%, with the accompanying trait Dark Reaper’s Power of Crimson impact increasing from 300% to 500%.
This skill was an all-round enhancement, a veritable transformation.
Most crucially, an additional Slaughter Value status bar had appeared on Frey’s attribute panel, a special status bar that sent a shiver through Lide’s heart.
Slaughter Value: 100,000 (Each kill of a life will grant one Slaughter Point, ineffective for lives 5 levels below oneself) Trait: Killing Intent Invasion.
That meant, the second-generation Bloodline sitting before him, with a face so pale, eyes so vacant, and an aura of weakness,
Had, since becoming a Crimson Hunter, slaughtered over 100,000 creatures in just over half a year.
And the levels of those creatures were not low.
Such a feat was filled with a dream-like, surreal quality.
That was 100,000.
“Your Majesty, I took part in the wars initiated by the Fishman Tribe,” Frey said, still weak, but visibly reviving in spirit after downing a large cup of Magic Blood.
“You were involved in the war amongst the Fishman Tribes?” Lide’s brows furrowed. The Fishman Tribes, though powerful, couldn’t possibly lie down like pigs for the slaughter.
Even if they were 100,000 pigs, it would still take a significant amount of time to kill them all, wouldn’t it?
Frey’s pale crimson eyes held a hint of pride.
“Your Majesty, while we were involved in the conflict amongst the Fishman Tribes, a storm struck the Mist Coast, and we inadvertently drifted from the battleground of the Fishman Tribes to a human city on the coast…”
Then, Frey detailed his saga, which bore the marks of legend.
After taking over the management of the Short Hills, Frey’s level increased rapidly, entirely due to his involvement in almost all of Blue Star Tribe’s wars against other Fishman Tribes.
Because of the rapid increase in power after dealing with Dawn City, the Blue Star Tribe, unable to contain its desire for expansion, began to wage war against the neighboring tribes.
As a member of the Bloodline, Frey, once second in strength only to Lide, had long since lost his position as the strongest of the second-generation Bloodline over a little more than a year.
Even his status had fallen drastically, reduced to a mere trifle.
This was something the proud Frey could absolutely not tolerate.
So for his request, the Blue Star Tribe was also happy to curry favor with the representatives of Dawn City. Thus, in war after war, Frey slaughtered a vast number of sea monsters, and his Level quickly advanced to Level 14.
But the turning point came when Frey received instructions from Harrison to go to the Blue Star Tribe to try and buy mermaids to breed in Dawn City, but was refused.
However, the Blue Star Tribe promised Frey that if he continued to participate in the upcoming wars, any mermaids they captured would be given to him as gifts.
Having a great thirst for war, Frey unsurprisingly partook in this conflict against the rival forces of the Blue Star Tribe.
But the ferocity of this war far exceeded Frey’s estimates. The Blue Star Tribe deployed all of their Fishman warriors, and commanded over a million deep-sea monsters in their assault on the enemy.
And the number of deep-sea monsters controlled by the hostile Fishman Tribe was even greater than those of the Blue Star Tribe.
The ocean’s bounty bred a thriving marine life, and such a scale of battle would be considered a large war on land, but it was merely a fight between mid-sized tribes in the sea.
This war lasted for three whole days.
During the battle, Frey fought until his eyes were red with rage.
Upon activating his Slaughter state, the Dark Reaper trait produced an attribute that couldn’t be ignored—the slain enemies could coalesce into Slaughter bats,
which could grow, multiply, and split by consuming fresh blood, persisting only as long as the blood supply lasted.
In the three days, Frey didn’t know how many Slaughter bats he had conjured, and on the battlefield, they swiftly multiplied and grew in power.
It was only when the entire battlefield turned into a crimson sea that Frey slowly regained his senses.
But more critical events were to come.
After several days of battle through waves, fog, and currents, they had already drifted hundreds of kilometers from the original battlefield.
The ocean is not like land; it allows for three-dimensional movement, and deviations caused by storm evasion were not uncommon.
Then, as the storm subsided and the mist cleared, a human city appeared before their eyes.
Several ships carrying wounded soldiers made Frey realize that they had inadvertently encroached upon the rear base of a battleground where the Human Empire and Fishman Country were in conflict.
The humans, upon discovering them, immediately mistook them for enemies, and a terrifying barrage of attacks covered the sea’s surface.
It was this move that enraged Frey, as humanity had collided head-on with the uncountably numerous Slaughter bats he’d been amassing for days.
“You’re saying that because of the sea fog, that human city initiated an attack on you, and afterwards, you and the Blue Star Tribe’s Fishman conquered that city?” Lide asked Frey incredulously after hearing the story.
The entire situation seemed too fantastical and fabricated.
To think that you went to war against a Fishman Tribe and ended up slaughtering a human city.
What had humanity ever done to deserve this?
No wonder Frey’s new title had become “City Slaughterer”; this was simply unheard of.
Lide looked deeply at Frey, the first of the second-generation Bloodline to reach Level 15, and the arrogance on the man’s face remained clearly visible, even when facing him.
A Bloodline member of such proud character would hardly stoop to lying, even without the binding of Bloodline.
After figuring out the whole story, Lide didn’t dwell on it too much. Since it was already a fact, no matter how magical the process, it couldn’t be changed.
“How do you feel now? What did you encounter when you broke through at that time?”
When this question was raised, Frey took a deep breath and shook his head firmly.
“Your Majesty, I urge you to make a rule to forbid the Crimson Hunter from rapidly consuming blood to advance Levels in a short time.”
Lide’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Frey’s solemn face.
“Oh, and why is that?”
A trace of fear flickered across Frey’s face, the likes of which Lide had never seen before.
“Your Majesty, the backlash after leveling up is too terrifying.
It’s the greatest enemy I’ve ever faced.
I almost succumbed to that bloodthirsty killing intent countless times. My reason was almost obliterated, turning me into a pure killing monster.”
Frey’s eyes slowly turned a deep crimson.
“That is the urge to kill that comes from every part of the body, every drop of blood, with every breath.
An irresistible desire to kill.”
A hint of fear appeared in his eyes.
“If it weren’t for the Extraordinary Fruit you gave me that preserved a trace of my sanity at the most critical moment, I would have already fallen into the purest kind of killing Demon.”
“Rapid consumption of fresh blood to level up has serious and terrible consequences. No matter the circumstances, the abuse of this Skill should be forbidden because it could lead to the Crimson Hunter’s own death by backlash.”
Frey was not usually a man of many words, but he repeatedly emphasized this matter to Lide, causing Lide to immediately become more alert.
Not just Frey—Stanley had also used the King of Hunting’s Special Talent to raise his Level to 16, and he had also mentioned to Lide how severe the backlash was.
Though he had valued it before, Lide now raised his guard immediately after witnessing Frey’s episode.
Was the “King of Hunting,” the talent for devouring fresh blood to enhance power, strong? Of course, it was explosively powerful, as seen from Frey’s rapid progression from Level 12 to 15.
However, the negative effects were also very clear. If one rapidly increased their level in a short amount of time, it could cause severe backlash, or even lead directly to becoming a mindless monster that only knew slaughter.
This side effect dictated that the Crimson Hunter must slow their pace when consuming fresh blood in the future, leaving enough time for a buffer.
“I will issue a mandatory order. After leveling up by consuming blood, a Crimson Hunter must have a six-month buffering period.”
The Bloodline didn’t have a strong need for the human race’s coveted treasures, like Gold Puck and gemstones, but their desire to enhance their own strength was extremely intense.
So, if not prohibited, the Crimson Hunter’s behavior would certainly not stop with just Frey.
“After you reached Level 15, you’ve advanced to the Second Rank of the Crimson Hunter. What enhancements did this Second Rank Profession bring you?”
After pondering Lide’s question for a moment, Frey finally spoke.
“Your Majesty, it’s the Slaughter Value. The biggest enhancement is the Slaughter Value. After advancing to the Second Rank, I can easily sense the Slaughter Value.”
“Slaughter Value?” Lide frowned. Although the system had an explanation, he didn’t quite understand the construct of this power.
“Yes, when I kill a Holy Object, I can absorb a portion of the soul energy that dissipates after their death.
My summoned Slaughter Bats have the same effect as well; as long as they are killed by the Slaughter Bats, I can absorb that energy.
After that human city by the sea was slaughtered by me and the Fishman Clan, I felt the accumulated energy reach a peak, which then caused my profession to suddenly advance.
It’s also because of this that my level was raised to 15.”
Frey’s eyes flickered with seriousness as he finished speaking.
“Your Majesty, I can feel the latent power in my bloodline being gradually activated after advancing to the Second Rank.
And the Slaughter Value allows me to erode the enemy during combat, lowering their state…”
Lide nodded his head; without an attribute panel like Lide’s, Frey could not see the data as clearly and logically, but what he described was nevertheless close to accurate.
“Was your advancement to the Second Rank gained after killing 100,000 creatures?”
Lide asked again insistently, needing to confirm this point.
“Your Majesty, that’s correct. I was only promoted after I had killed 100,000 creatures.”
Lide’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Was it a bit exaggerated that a Crimson Hunter needed to kill 100,000 creatures to advance?
If it weren’t for Frey’s pride and refusal to admit defeat, his continuous participation in the Blue Star Tribe’s expansions, the rich seas nurturing several times more high-level life than land, and the slaughter of a human city that by chance was receiving wounded soldiers from the frontlines…
It’s possible that even after ten or twenty years, he might not have killed 100,000 creatures.
“All is cause and effect,” Lide shook his head. Understanding this exceedingly harsh condition, the impressive attributes that Frey possessed seemed less shocking.
After all, they were bought with the lives of 100,000 creatures. If they weren’t strong, those creatures would have died in vain.
Reflecting on it, the difficulty of the Crimson Hunter’s advancement also left him somewhat helpless.
It was mere coincidence that Frey had encountered so many battlefields to advance, but what about the other Crimson Hunters?
There aren’t that many large-scale wars to participate in.
“Frey, this time I am going to have the other Crimson Hunters follow you to the Fishman Tribe. Tell the leader of the Blue Star Tribe, Amiya, to show Dawn City’s support for the Fishman Tribe, from now on, whenever there is a war, Dawn City’s shops will send people to participate.”
Little by little, Lide shook his head, not expecting to cultivate another Level 15 in a short amount of time.
Nurturing a Level 15 Bloodline himself was indeed quite difficult.
But overall, Frey’s reaching Level 15 also gave him great confidence.
This signified that the gap in the Bloodline was slowly being bridged.
This was of extraordinary significance to the Bloodline.
Previously, there were only two tiers in the Bloodline structure—above Level 15 were the high-level Bloodline and below Level 10, the low-level Bloodline.
The crucial middle tier between Levels 10 to 14 was vacant.
This was an extremely unhealthy development model, as it meant the Bloodline lacked innate strength and couldn’t produce high-level professionals.
But after such a long time of cultivation, he finally resolved this problem.
Frey reaching Level 15 was a milestone, marking the moment the Bloodline under his command began to officially enter high-level battlefields, and were no longer mere marginal figures as before.
The gap in the Bloodline was finally bridged.
This was just the beginning. In the foreseeable future, the Bloodline would see an unending surge of power,
Until the internally nurtured Bloodline occupied the main positions within Dawn City.
Just as Lide’s mood was slowly becoming pleasant, Harrison entered the office with a serious expression, knocking on the door.
One sentence caused Lide’s mood to surge drastically.
“Your Majesty, the iron mines in Giant Valley have been occupied by an unknown race.
According to our preliminary investigations, the foes are creatures from the Underworld…”
