I Became a Progenitor Vampire

Stanley glanced at the manor in front of him, which was built with thick bluestone walls, like a castle. He nodded slightly, and a little thought flashed in his eyes.

Even the crime-prone slums are not without wealthy businessmen. In fact, the annual wealth generated by this crime-ridden land is not inferior to that of other urban areas.

It's just that most people have their lives to earn Kim Puchuk and spend their lives.

A team of guards in full dwarf armor saw Stanley and the guide and immediately opened the door of the manor where the molten iron was poured and invited them in.

Good night, Lord Nathan, you are welcome

The guide nodded, but did not speak. After a slight gesture, the two guards next to him immediately stepped forward to lead the way.

Stanley watched all this silently, his eyes in the shadows as sharp as falcons.

The expansive manor resembles a palace, in stark contrast to the dilapidated slums outside.

Rare and rare underground plants, magic fountains with water sprays, angel statues with elf craftsmanship, and various extravagant buildings can be seen everywhere.

Compared with the outside, this place is like the kingdom of the gods, which is close and peaceful. I'm afraid no one can imagine that this place and the sinful city outside will be on the same land.

After a while, Stanley and the guide came to the main hall.

After the two guards pushed open the door of the main hall with the relief of an angel, they turned and left.

Stanley followed the guide into the house. The guide turned around and retreated to the corner at the moment he entered the house. There was no qualification for him to exist here.

A translucent and luxurious hall illuminated by magic lights appeared in front of Stanley, and his face hidden in shadow under his cloak was now faintly visible.

He was in his early forties, with a standard Nolan face, hooked nose, blue eyes, and freckles on his face,

But the long scar in the middle gave him an indescribable horror on his face.

But the most eye-catching thing is the coldness in those blue eyes, like a poisonous snake that may launch a deadly attack at any time.

A dozen figures in the room turned their heads to look at him, some of them revealing their true colors, and some mysterious people hiding under their cloaks.

Stanley's eyes narrowed slightly. This was not the first time he had attended this kind of banquet, but it was the first time he had attended since he became level 15.

In the past, these seemingly ordinary participants, but the breath revealed at this time made him feel shocked.

In addition to a few normal humans, the one on the left with eight arms and a snake body on the lower body poses the greatest threat to him.

Abyss creature, eight-armed snake demon, level 16. This abyss creature's combat effectiveness is extremely powerful, and even if he becomes a level 15 Stanley, he never wants to become an enemy with the opponent.

Seeing Stanley's gaze, the eight-armed snake demon squinted slightly, and the long snake letter spit out, with a cold arc hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Stanley quickly retracted his gaze and turned him aside.

The pale-faced mage next to the eight-armed snake demon also frowned.

Necromancer, level 14.

Although the level has not reached level 15, the threat to him from this extremely evil existence is no less than that of the 16-level eight-armed snake demon.

In addition, a few breaths that did not reveal their true colors also made him feel shocked.

It was only after he stepped into level 15 that he discovered the horror in the shadow of Green City.

The largest city in the south is not as simple as it seems.

And this sinful land in the Southern District is not so easy to see through on the bright side.

Good night, Lord Stanley

An old man in his early 60s, sitting in the main seat, with gray hair and a black tuxedo, politely greeted Stanley with an aristocratic salute.

Good night, Viscount Bernard, it is an honor to be a guest at your mansion.

Stanley held his chest in return, showing enough respect.

This is the owner of this manor, Viscount Bernard. No one knows the old man's surname, but everyone calls it that.

As for the strength of Viscount Bernard,

Being able to take the lead in so many terrifying existences is enough to explain everything.

Stanley turned and took off the cloak that covered his face.

Suddenly, his face clearly appeared in the eyes of everyone in the room.

The tall aquiline nose, narrow cheeks, the scar that draped down from the forehead, and the gloomy eyes made people feel creepy and hideous.

However, none of the people present here are simple teenagers, and there is no change in their faces.

Viscount Bernard smiled at everyone, full of aristocratic demeanor, and spoke loudly.

The people of the Evening Bell Church have arrived, then, this meeting of the Dark Covenant officially begins

The dark covenant, if Li De heard the news, his eyes would be widened.

Because, there is a vice-chairman attribute of the Dark Covenant on Amy's attribute page, but he has not paid attention to it.

As you wish,

Viscount Bernard, please start

The voices that the crowd had been discussing in a low voice quickly quieted down.

This time, what we are discussing is the Scarlet Mage Tower... Hearing the name, the eight-armed snake demon raised a bit of interest, and his eyes shifted from Stanley's direction to Viscount Bernard.

The Crimson Mage Tower has sold a large number of scrolls during this period, with the number exceeding 10,000.

And the time for the production of magic scrolls in the Scarlet Mage Tower is not even half a year. With the background of this Mage Tower, it is absolutely impossible to achieve this kind of production efficiency.

Not even with the White Tower, where the Archmage, Spark, sits.

So I suspect that the other party got twelve magic scrolls.

Viscount Bernard's words shocked everyone.

Twelve magic scrolls?!! Isn't this the legendary magic weapon??

A hidden figure was a little surprised.

It is said that the twelve magic scrolls have a total of twelve points. They are the supreme artifacts made by the God of Creation. Each scroll has infinite power. How could the Scarlet Mage Tower have such artifacts?

There is a strong interest in the eyes of the necromancer, and magic is what he is really interested in.

Viscount Bernard's eyes flashed a look that was difficult for outsiders to understand.

The twilight of the gods is coming, the great evil god will once again become the master of this world, and the birth of the divine artifact is not accidental.

Thousands and tens of thousands of magic scrolls can be produced in a short period of time, and there is nothing other than the power of the artifact.

The tone was firm.

We want to get the artifact, no matter what the price is!

But the Scarlet Mage Tower is sheltered by the White Tower, and this is Green City. As long as the Transcendent Mage exists, no one can break the Green City... The eight-armed snake demon's voice was a bit gloomy and could Makes hair stand up.

In this gigantic city, there was only one powerful being who became extraordinary more than a hundred years ago that made him fear.

No one knows the power of the transcendent better than he does.

I've already thought of a way to deal with the extraordinary, Viscount Bernard said with strong determination.

Although Transcendent is so powerful that it is almost impossible to defeat, it does not necessarily require hard resistance.

But what if the Scarlet Mage Tower isn't an artifact? Stanley couldn't help but asked. In case they have another way, are we taking such a big risk in vain?

Not an artifact? As long as you can get a way to mass-produce magic scrolls, that's enough.

Do you think that producing hundreds of thousands of magic scrolls every day will produce less benefit than an artifact?

Viscount Bernard's tone carried strong confidence, and no matter how powerful a professional was, he needed enough Jinpuke to buy what he wanted.

The surrounding crowd was stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then there was a strong greed in their eyes.

Magic scrolls represent wealth and power, and if they can get the method of mass-producing magic scrolls, their power will expand extremely quickly.

No one can resist this temptation.

In the silence, a dark meeting is taking place against the tower of the Crimson Mage.

There are loyal followers of the evil gods, leaders of underground forces, necromancers hidden in the darkness, and evil alien races.

Everything is leading in an unknown direction.