I Became a Progenitor Vampire

Stanley glanced at the manor in front of him, which was built with thick bluestone walls and was as solid as a castle. He nodded slightly, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes.

Even crime-ridden slums are not without wealthy businessmen. In fact, the wealth generated by this crime-ridden land every year is no less than that of several other urban areas.

It’s just that most people have their lives to earn gold and Puchoke but not their lives to spend.

When a group of guards wearing dwarf full-body armor saw Stanley and the guide, they immediately opened the door of the manor that had been poured with molten iron and invited the two in.

"Good night, Lord Nathan, welcome to your arrival."

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

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

The spacious manor is like a palace, in sharp contrast to the dilapidated slums outside.

Rare and rare underground plants, magic fountains that spray water, angel statues crafted by elves, and various luxurious buildings can be seen everywhere.

Compared to the outside, this place looks like a close and peaceful kingdom of gods. No one can imagine that this place is on the same land as the sinful city outside.

Not long after, Stanley and the guide came to the main hall.

The two guards pushed open the door of the main hall, which was engraved with an angel relief, and turned to leave.

Stanley followed the guide into the house. The moment the guide entered the house, he turned around and retreated to a corner. He had no right 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 also faintly visible at this time.

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

But a long scar in the middle gave his face an indescribable look of terror.

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

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

Stanley narrowed his eyes slightly. This was not his first time attending such a banquet, but it was his first time attending after becoming level 15.

In the past, these seemed to be ordinary participants, but the aura they gave off now made him feel frightened.

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

Abyss creature, eight-armed snake demon, level 16. The combat power of this abyssal creature is extremely powerful. Even if he becomes a level 15 Stanley, he would never want to become an enemy with him.

When the eight-armed snake demon saw Stanley's gaze, he narrowed his slender green eyes slightly, spat out a long snake letter, and raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

Stanley quickly withdrew his gaze and moved him aside.

The pale mage next to the eight-armed snake demon who exuded the aura of decay and death also made him frown.

Necromancer, level 14.

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

In addition, the auras emanating from several people who did not reveal their true colors also made him feel frightened.

It was only after he reached 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 the sin-ridden land of Southern District is not as easy to see through as it appears on the surface.

"Good night, Mr. Stanley"

Sitting on the main seat was an old man in his early sixties with gray hair and a black tuxedo. He politely gave Stanley an aristocratic salute.

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

Stanley held up his chest and returned the greeting, showing enough respect.

This is the owner of this manor, Viscount Bernard. No one knows the old man’s last name, but everyone calls him that.

As for the strength of Viscount Bernard, being able to occupy the master position among so many terrifying existences is enough to explain everything.

Stanley turned around and took off his face-covering cloak.

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

The high hooked nose, narrow cheeks, and the scar hanging down from the forehead, combined with the gloomy eyes, gave people a creepy and ferocious feeling.

However, none of the people 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 from Evening Bell Church have arrived, so this meeting of the Dark Pact has officially begun."

Dark Pact, if Li De heard this news, he would definitely open his eyes wide.

Because, Amy's attributes page has the attributes of the vice-president of Dark Pact, but he has never paid attention to it.

"As you wish,"

"Viscount Bernard, please begin."

The crowd's whispers of discussion quickly fell silent.

"This time, what we are discussing is, the Scarlet Mage Tower..." Hearing the name, the Eight-Armed Snake Demon became somewhat interested, and his eyes shifted from Stanley's direction to Viscount Bernard.

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

The Scarlet Mage Tower's production time for magic scrolls is less than half a year. With the background of this Mage Tower, it is absolutely impossible to achieve this kind of production efficiency.

Even if you add the White Tower with the archmage Spark as the commander, it won't work.

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

Viscount Bernard's words shocked everyone.

"Twelve magic scrolls?! Isn't this the legendary magical supreme artifact??"

A hidden figure looked a little surprised.

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

The necromancer's eyes were full of interest, and magic was what he was really interested in.

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

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

Able to produce thousands of magic scrolls in a short period of time, there is nothing more than the power of the artifact. "

The tone was decisive.

"We want to get the artifact, no matter what the cost!"

"But the Scarlet Mage Tower is protected by the White Tower, and this is Green City. As long as that extraordinary mage exists, no one can defeat Green City..." The eight-armed snake demon's voice was a bit cold, and he could It makes people's hair stand on end.

In this huge city, there was only one powerful being who had become extraordinary more than a hundred years ago that frightened him.

No one understands the power of the extraordinary better than he does.

"I have already thought of a way to deal with the extraordinary." Viscount Bernard said with strong determination.

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

"But what if what's in the Scarlet Mage Tower is not an artifact?" Stanley couldn't help but asked. "What if they have another way, then are we taking such a big risk in vain?"

"Not an artifact? As long as we can get a method to produce magic scrolls on a large scale, it's enough.

Do you think that producing hundreds or thousands of magic scrolls every day will bring less benefit than one artifact? "

Viscount Bernard's tone was filled with strong confidence. No matter how powerful a professional was, he still needed enough gold to buy what he wanted.

The people around him were stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then everyone's eyes were filled with greed.

Magic scrolls represent wealth and power, and if they can get a method to mass-produce magic scrolls, their power will expand extremely quickly.

No one can resist this temptation.

In silence, a dark meeting against the Scarlet Mage Tower is taking place.

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

Everything is heading in an unknown direction.