Driven by his unwavering belief, Corso's life force gradually stabilized.

Amidst the relentless inferno, a mysterious transformation began to occur within his blood.

The molten iron that had once encased his body slowly merged with his skin and bones, becoming an integral part of him.

This process was accompanied by excruciating pain, but Corso's senses had dulled to the point of numbness.

All he knew was that he had to use all his remaining strength to subdue the human warrior in his grasp.

By this point, Grot's attacks had also become sporadic, as he witnessed the iron armor encasing the Cyclops gradually corrode and melt away.

Despite the frequent use of his blood power, though he had not exceeded the automatic lifting limit of 20 minutes, he had reached a critical juncture.

He sensed that he was on the brink of death.

Perhaps he would perish alongside the Cyclops behind him.

At that moment, he thought of the Northern Valkyrie.

A wry smile crept across his lips.

As a seasoned warrior, he knew better than to make such a reckless mistake.

If he had protected the royal bloodline of the North from the beginning, he would not have survived this long.

Only by attracting the attention of most of the enemy's forces could his Northern warriors escape with the Northern Valkyrie.

"Am I destined to die? Will the glory of the North perish in my hands?"

Grot's eyes filled with despair.

Suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief as he gazed at the Cyclops trapped by the dying man.

A surge of powerful and vibrant energy surged within the Cyclops's body.

The molten armor had become an inseparable part of the Cyclops.

The newly corroded wrinkled skin rapidly returned to its normal state, now adorned with a metallic luster and a hint of bronze.

At a glance, one could sense the Cyclops's unwavering defense.

The severely weakened Grot could only watch helplessly as this formidable life force slowly revived.

The mighty northern warrior slowly closed his eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

He was exhausted...

Meanwhile, Morgen, standing outside the sea of flames, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Ding~ Lord of the Cyclops, Corso Thunder triggered the evolution of blood. By activating the blood of the ancient giant, he met the special evolution conditions and successfully evolved into a bronze Cyclops..."

Morgen was astounded to witness Corso's transformation into a bronze Cyclops.

Uncertain and surprised eyes met his.

"Cease casting spells."

Morgen noticed how Corso's breath became weaker after the transformation, prompting him to halt the blood clan's casting.

It's prohibited.

After receiving the command, almost 200 blood clan members ceased their spellcasting.

The intense heat of the blazing flames had transformed the entire valley into a desolate and deadly wasteland after many minutes of casting.

The central area resembled a forbidden zone of life, concealed within the flowing hot magma, burning and lifeless, as if it had been scorched by the abyss's magical flame.

Corso lay motionless on the ground in the darkness, his armor appearing to have melted from the intense heat, exposing his wrinkled gray-white skin with a metallic sheen.

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The sole distinction was that the skin had metallic luster.

His massive, single eye was closed at the time, and he appeared to be in a coma. However, his two enormous arms still held Grot, a level beta plus northern warrior, captive.

The scene was fraught with misery, and mere words could no longer adequately convey the extent of the carnage.

When the blood clan witnessed this spectacle, they developed immense respect for Corso, acknowledging him as a true hero.

This represented their opponent's triumph over adversity.

Although one-eyed giants are not as intelligent as humans, they are not devoid of wisdom. They were concerned about Corso's seemingly feeble life force, yet they exuded an air of immense pride and honor.

He was their leader, their valiant chieftain.

"Bring him here using the mage's hand."

Morgen could monitor Corso's condition and status, so he was not concerned.

"Cosso has found new life in the flames; there is no need to be concerned about him."

Upon hearing this, the blood clan and the Cyclops nearby expressed relief. Since the ancestor had stated that everything was fine, it must be.

Two blood clan members approached, and using the mage's hand, they dragged Grot, whose garments had been burned off, from Corso's grasp.

Corso's grip had noticeably loosened, possibly due to his weakened state or complete unconsciousness, allowing the mage's hand to easily lift him into the air.

Morgen was relieved to witness this.

This northern warrior's strength surpassed his expectations.

To prevail this time, they possessed a significant quantitative advantage, selected the battlefield, and had even set a trap.

In the end, he had to use Corso's life to defeat this individual.

Even after being subjected to temperatures capable of melting steel for five to six minutes, he remained alive.

He was taken aback by the resilience of this level beta plus northern warrior.

The blood clan swiftly brought chains to bind Grot. Even if he had been in good condition, it would have taken some time to free himself.

"First ancestor," Amy approached Morgen, his body severely wounded, with a look of bitterness in his eyes.

After advancing to a level beta shadow high priest, he had believed that his strength had substantially improved, and that even if he could not defeat the northern warriors renowned for their combat prowess, he could at least stall them.

However, reality proved to be harsh. Despite the fact that the difference between them was only one level, the actual combat effectiveness was at least three levels lower. If Morgen had not decisively ordered his rescue, he would have been killed by now.

Morgen patted him on the shoulder and consoled him with a smile, "There is no need to blame yourself. The strength of the Northern Soldier is beyond our imagination.

We have now triumphed."

His words were interrupted by a cold voice behind him that changed everyone's expression.

"Ream?"

Bang~

This was accompanied by a terrifying magical fluctuation.

"Scater!!"

Morgen barely had time to react before the enormous magical impact exploded among the blood clan.

The horrific dark magic energy resembled a cataclysmic natural disaster.

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The densely packed blood clan was caught off guard by this event; hundreds of individuals were struck by the immense energy surge, causing them to plummet from the heights of triumph to the depths of despair in an instant.

Poof~

Blood splattered everywhere as Morgen was propelled more than 20 meters away, crimson blood streaming from the corners of his mouth. He abruptly turned his head, his eyes blazing with unrestrained fury.

But when he saw the scene before him, he was taken aback.

It was them!!

Stanley looked at the blood clan that had been nearly annihilated in front of him with a look of delight.

"Hahaha, those damned vampires, and that damned Grot!Dare to steal the sacrifice from the evening bell church!!

It's all mine now!!"

Stanley was undeniably elated. He had received news earlier that day that Grot had left the city with the Northern Valkyrie.

He had grown extremely covetous of the Valkyrie in Grot's possession. This renowned super warrior, a member of the northern royal family, possessed an unimaginable soul. What rewards would he receive if he sacrificed her to the tyrannical god?

Stanley and Cologne, the first bishop of the Evening Bell Church, were unwilling to miss any opportunity and prepared to covertly follow Grot out of the city.

At the same time, they discovered Amy's presence and became even more intrigued.

The two had never interacted before, and their collaboration was undoubtedly a secret that no outsider could have imagined.

As a result, the two bishops of the Evening Bell Church covertly pursued Grot. Two bishops who revered evil deities, with levels reaching level beta, were able to successfully evade detection, even by Amy and Grot, who possessed exceptional senses of smell.

As a result, the two bishops of the Evening Bell Church successfully emerged when both sides were exhausted.

Cologne, the 17th-level dark bishop and bishop of the Evening Bell Church, stood next to Stanley in a black cloak, his eyes gleaming with a cold intensity as he fixed his gaze on Morgen.

"I had no idea Amy was your blood descendant. It's fascinating to see a level beta minus vampire become the ancestor of the blood clan."

He then turned his attention to the disheveled Amy: "Amy, I assisted you in becoming a shadow priest twenty years ago. I intended for you to become the third bishop of the Evening Bell Church, but I never anticipated that you would choose to become a vampire.

And you were transformed by a level beta minus vampire. It's a disgrace to you."

Morgen remained unfazed by the words, his eyes regaining their composure after the initial outburst of rage.

Simultaneously, his mind was racing.

How could he break free from this situation when confronted with one level beta and one level beta plus evil god believers??

He turned and looked at the wounded soldiers on the ground. Amy and Corso were the only two high-end combat forces remaining. One was gravely injured by Grot's giant sword, while the other had yet to awaken from his blood evolution.

Due to their prolonged engagement in high-intensity combat, the blood clan had also been severely weakened. Furthermore, despite suffering only seven or eight casualties in the surprise attack, the majority of them were severely wounded.

They had almost no chance of prevailing against two beings above level beta.

The scene fell silent.

Two evil god believers above level beta had effectively condemned Morgen and the entire blood clan to death.