"What a delectable offering," Stanley hissed, his voice dripping with a macabre glee. "The progenitor of vampires, the hulking Cyclops, and the warriors of the frozen north... what a feast for the Dark God!"

His eyes, gleaming with an unnatural light, fixated on Morgen, the Blood Clan leader. Anticipation contorted his face into a grotesque mask of excitement. "Are you ready to join the eternal slumber, forefather?" he purred, the words laced with a cruel amusement.

Stanley savored the fear that radiated from his prey. The sight of their slow demise, their desperate struggle for survival, was an intoxicating elixir to him. This wasn't just about power, it was about reveling in the exquisite agony of others.

Few who pledge themselves to the shadows are ordinary souls. They have long danced with the abyss, their humanity eroded by whispers of power and promises of dominion. Mercy and compassion are foreign concepts, replaced by an insatiable hunger for death and destruction.

With a predatory glint in his eyes, Stanley took a step forward. A Blood Clan warrior, barely clinging to life, dared to rise. His defiance was met with a sickening crunch as Stanley's armored boot crushed him into the earth. The air grew thick with the stench of blood and despair, a grim testament to the merciless dance of predator and prey.

Morgen turned his head and gave the slumbering bronze Cyclops a meaningful glance. He rose gradually and looked at the two with indifference.

"I am Kachar, the forefather of the blood clan, a disciple of the god of tyranny. Please explain your purpose."

Stanley and Cologne were astounded when they heard this, exchanging sarcastic smiles.

Stanley shook his head in disdain, "Imbecile vampires, you are now all my tribute, a sacrifice to the mighty god of tyranny!"

His gaze held an indescribable fervor. He had a premonition that his strength would increase if he sacrificed this priceless offering.

Praise the god of tyranny!

"All will become sacrifices to the god"

Morgen's face remained impassive as he heard the words, his penetrating gaze fixed on Stanley.

"In other words, the Evening Bell Church desires to become the blood clan's adversary? Are you prepared?"

The faint smile beneath Stanley's cloak revealed a sinister grin.

"Prepared?! With your band of inferior vampires? I..."

Dark Bishop Cologne frowned and shook his head at this juncture. "Stanley, eliminate him. This vampire is stalling."

Stanley was taken aback before displaying a hint of shame. "Damned vampire, I'll personally show you the meaning of death."

Morgen shrugged and remarked, "You truly have a low IQ. You can't comprehend such obvious tactics. I truly don't understand how the Evening Bell Church has persisted until now.

Is it true that followers of evil gods are all so brainless?

Stanley's face turned blue, and he removed the black cloak covering his visage. The enormous scar on his face that resembled a centipede sent chills down people's spines.

The unquenched flames around him slightly illuminated his surroundings, and the dim light made his face even more terrifying.

"Damned bastard!!"

Stanley yelled, and the magic on his body instantly condensed. In a matter of seconds, a three-ring spell dark magic orb appeared in his hand, ready to be cast.

At that very moment, it thundered~

The earth shook.

Everyone had presumed the dying Cyclops Corso was finished after being roasted at extremely high temperatures for several minutes. However, unbeknownst to them, Corso unexpectedly awakened, opening his massive one-eyed gaze.

The enormous arms, similar to mountains, supported the scorched black ground, and he rose.

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The atmosphere instantly became oppressive, and the surroundings grew noticeably darker.

Corso's colossal one-eyed stare was menacing and violent, his nostrils exhaled hot breath, and his barely open mouth displayed fangs that were sharper than a razor.

The huge body's grayish-white wrinkled skin glistened with metallic luster, reaching a height of 7 meters, and the muscles throughout his body resembled steel.

Corso, revitalized by the blood of the ancient giant, now exuded an indescribable sense of might.

Bronze Cyclops - Corso Thunder.

Awake.

Stanley's pupils contracted abruptly, and the two three-ring spells in his grasp were immediately discharged.

The dark magic orb consumes all of the nearby energy.

Morgen, who had been seriously injured, had no time to dodge it.

Corso opened his one eye wide as he observed this scene, a hint of tyranny flashing in his gaze. He advanced and waved his palm through the air.

The massive palm collided with the dark magic orb, but Stanley was astounded to see that Corso swatted the three-ring spell away.

It was as if a fly had been flicked and killed!

The Cyclops was unable to leave even a trace on this Cyclops with the two three-ring spells.

"How is it possible?! Although the Cyclops has high magic resistance, it is impossible for them to disregard the harm of a three-ring spell!!

Stanley watched this scene in disbelief.

Morgen showed no concern as his gaze grew chilly and murderous. Corso, eliminate them.

Corso's voice was deep and rumbling, like muffled thunder.

Cologne's face behind Stanley grew serious. He had been keeping an eye on the Cyclops, expecting him to lose combat effectiveness even if he survived. However, the Cyclops had unexpectedly returned to his former glory.

Cologne, the dark bishop of level 17, was filled with uncertainty and confusion.

At the same time, the magic bat, which Grot had single-handedly pushed back, once again covered the sky.

The gravely injured blood clans on the earth used this opportunity to transform into bats and flee, while the more badly hurt one-eyed giants likewise dragged their seriously injured bodies back at this time.

After Stanley spent some time showing off due to his abnormal sense of pride, the situation changed abruptly.

"Attack!"

Morgen did not retreat a single step, despite his severe injuries.

Even if the blood clan and one-eyed giants are fatigued and in a serious decline, they cannot afford to lose this fight. The repercussions of losing this time are a hundred times more severe than losing to Grot.

The entire blood clan and Cyclops population here would be annihilated if they lost.

Nobody is able to accept the aftermath.

The magic bat descended from the sky, swarming the two evil gods at the blood clan's command.

The blood clans that are still capable of fighting have regrouped.

Begin with distributed spell support.

Corso, upon receiving the order, took the initiative to charge at the two evil gods.

He sensed that his strength had considerably improved after becoming a bronze Cyclops, and he needed a fight to assess it.

For the City of Breaking Dawn!!

The earth trembled as Corso ran.

Stanley and Corso were entangled by the demon bat that was not afraid of death as soon as Morgen issued the order.

Even if they want to ignore these massive bats to attack Morgen and other blood clans, they can't.

The impact of its enormous size cannot be disregarded, despite the fact that the magic bat's level is not particularly high. The magic bat, even at level alpha, might be lethal if it struck the neck of a level beta dark priest.

The two evil gods are, after all, the top fighters, and their strength is completely unmatched by the magic bat, despite being entangled. Furthermore, unlike ordinary spellcasters, the casting time for the majority of their spells is extremely short, with even the three-ring spell taking only a second or two, effectively transforming them into spell machine guns.

Every few seconds, a magic bat falls, and the earth's vibration never ceases.

The magic bat was slain and injured following a brief encounter.

Morgen, who saw this scene, had no remorse. As long as he is given time, the magic bat, which is not a non-renewable resource, can be recreated.

However, if these two evil gods are not slain now, they will be the ones to perish.

Amy's face was filled with bitterness as he witnessed this scene. He is also a spellcaster, and the backers of the clergy unleash more than one level of lethality than he does.

At the same time, I resolve to study more spells to enhance my strength so that I won't need my ancestors to care for me in the future.

After Morgen issued the order, the fight reached a fever pitch.

The magic bat valiantly restricted the movement of the two opponents, while Corso, the bronze Cyclops, acted as the primary output.

With the mace of other Cyclops in his grasp, the mighty body bursts upon the earth.

Countless massive pits formed during the conflict.

Furthermore, Corso's magic resistance after promotion is absurd, and Stanley and Cologne's dark magic has no effect on him at all.

The blood of the bronze Cyclops can totally negate the four-ring spell, and the two's most powerful spell is just the four-ring.

As a result, Stanley and Cologne, who had formerly been aggressive, were quickly defeated by Corso with the support of the magic bat.

The magic exploded, sending terrible energy waves crashing down all around.

Four-ring spell, emptiness swallowing.

Stanley exerted all of his effort to drag down Corso and acquire some breathing space for Dark Bishop Cologne.

Cologne cast his most potent spell, Void Devouring, after a brief spell.

The space in front of Corso suddenly collapsed, and a massive black hole consumed Corso, who was 7 meters tall.

Several nearby magic bats were torn to pieces by the shattered space gap before the space closed.

Stanley was greatly relieved to witness this. The Cyclops was so strong that he couldn't fight him alone.

Void swallowing is a space-like exile spell that is not a spell that works on the other party, thus it works regardless of how high the magic resistance is.

"Slay that cursed vampire ancestor!”