Within the Blood Race, there are currently three main factions.

1. Hidden Alliance.

This is a faction that advocates for the Blood Race to remain hidden in the darkness and develop silently.

The core of the alliance consists of six late-stage Legends of the Blood Race: Bruch, Gangge, Mokawei, Nosferatu, Toledo, and Riemoer.

2. Demon Banquet Alliance.

This is a faction that hopes the Blood Race can massively increase the number of compatriots and start the Blood Race Banquet.

The core of the alliance is the late-stage Legend couple Lesenba and Thorny Secret Demon.

3. Neutral Clans.

This faction is uninterested in hiding themselves or in large-scale expansion.

The core of the alliance consists of the Demigod Sertet and the four late-stage Legends Giovanni, Reveno, Asami, and another.

In addition, there is the late-stage Legendary Blood Race strongman Cappadocia, who chooses to be a loner.

“Liszt, what exactly do you want to do?”

The Demigod Sertet frowned and said:

“Gathering everyone together, what on earth is this for?”

Liszt said, “I need to deploy 13 strong individuals to the Shadow Plane to perform a mission.”

“To where?” The Blood Race’s only other Demigod, Sertet, squinted his eyes.

“It’s a state secret.”

Sertet opened his eyes and said, “If I don’t go, will you kill me? Liszt, I can’t beat you, but you can’t threaten me either, let alone all of us.

Barely any time has passed since the Blood Angel incident, and now you want us to go to our deaths again?”

The Hidden Alliance stood with Liszt, and the leader Bruch suppressed his anger and said:

“Lord Sertet, please don’t speak in anger.”

“Shut up, you idiot! Bruch, we’ve lost too many people, my son, my daughter, my grandchildren all died on the Night of the Blood Angel.

If Liszt can’t give us a reason, who cares if he’s a Blood Race True Ancestor, we’re not going.”

Liszt bowed his head, and after a moment, lifted it and said hoarsely:

“I need you to go to the Shadow Plane to kill the Chaos Demon Dog and the Howling Beast Emperor of the Demon Hall.

The Stars’ attempt to stop the Dark Night Goddess from falling is about to fail, and in the end, it might fall into the hands of the Abyss or the Demon Hall.

The main force over there can hold off the Abyss, but there are not enough people for the Demon Hall.

If we fail, the impact on the land of our family will be permanent, some of you must still remember the World Group War.

The Crimson Dominator perished in that great war, leading to the Blood Pool falling into The Stars, which created the first of us.

I… hope you will join me in stopping another outbreak of the World Group War.”

Sertet’s face gradually calmed from anger, and he said:

“What do we need to do?”

Liszt, his voice trembling, said:

“I’ve activated the Blood Pool; I’ll enhance you all to the limit and then take you to the battle.”

“It’s not enough to fight the Chaos Demon Dog; we also need to use His Highness’s Blessing.”

“Yes.”

“So, we’ll all die there.”

“Yes.”

“You’re something else… Liszt, I don’t even know what to say to you.”

The Demigod Sertet closed his eyes, turned to look behind, and said:

“The Blood Pool’s resources are insufficient; those willing to offer their life essence, step forward.”

Liszt did not dare to look at the crowd.

Suddenly, a lower-ranking Legend stepped forward.

He patted Liszt on the shoulder and turned to jump into the Blood Pool.

When he emerged, he had lost all Extraordinary Power.

The traces of time instantly appeared on him, with white hair sprouting from his once middle-aged appearance, and his body withering thin.

Then a mid-Legend stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and jumped into the Blood Pool.

One blood race strongman after another stepped into the Blood Pool, then supported each other to leave.

From mid-Legend, to early Legend, to late Exemplar, mid Exemplar, early Exemplar…

When the last early Exemplar was about to step in, Liszt’s eyes were full of tears.

However, his fellow smiled and said:

“Lord Liszt, now you truly seem like a Blood Race True Ancestor.”

Liszt slowly closed his eyes.

“The Blood Angel Plan, in the end, is just a dream.”

Liszt slowly opened his eyes, already calm:

“Gentlemen, high Legends, enter the Blood Pool.”

Thirteen high Legends followed Liszt into the Blood Pool.

Half a day later.

With a roar.

The sky erupted with blood energy.

On this night, the Blood Race’s accumulation of thousands of years was exhausted in a single moment.

On this night, the Blood Race was left with only Sequence Eight and Sequence Nine strongmen.

On this night, the thirteen Blood Race Legends ascended to Demigods, the Blood Race True Ancestor’s flesh corroded, stepping into Angel Class.

“The old rule, please leave letters for your families.”

…

Liszt and Sertet walked along a tree-lined path.

“Going to the Shadow Plane is a one-way trip, I apologize, Sertet, I know you hate me.”

Sertet’s expression was cold:

“Even though I’m a second-generation Blood Race, Liszt, I won’t hide it from you, I intended to overthrow you.”

“Oh?”

“A contact from the Demon Hall reached out to me, hoping we would offer faith to them, and they would allow me to ascend to the Blood Angel’s seat.

Of course, because the Abyss came first, their Authority of the Blood Angel is not complete.”

“And then?”

“They sent someone to show me the incomplete rank.”

“It looks like we’ll have to remain dormant for a long time.”

However, Sertet said with a cold smile:

“If you can survive, it won’t be long at all.”

“Hmm?”

“Later, I’ll give you the incomplete Blood Angel rank to fuse with that of the Abyss.”

Liszt was shocked.

He looked at Sertet and said: “You, you didn’t…”

“Yes, I killed the person they sent and took that thing. This happened before the Blood Angel incident broke out.”

Liszt clicked his tongue, as if seeing this lone Demigod among the second-generation Blood Race anew.

“With the Blood Angel rank complete, you should be able to use that Forbidden Technique, the Supreme Forbidden Technique of the Crimson Dominator.”

“Yes.”

…

The other side.

The Demon Banquet Faction’s Lesenba and Thorny Secret Demon couple returned home.

With no children, they only planned to make a good meal for the last time.

Thorny Secret Demon boasted of her direct breakthrough to Legend while mocking her husband Lesenba for being useless, barely reaching Demigod.

“What a pity, not even one child. I was hoping we could get a few children through the First Embrace. I really don’t understand what those old stubborn guys are struggling with.”

“Don’t mention them, let’s eat first.”

…

Three Legends of the Neutral Faction — Giovanni, Reveno, and Asami — the youngest of the fourth-generation Blood Race Legends, were sitting by the stream, discussing their adventures across the continent over the years.

Just then, three of the six Legends of the Hidden Alliance — Mokawei, Nosferatu, and Toledo, happened to pass by.

The strong individuals from two factions, who rarely interacted, exchanged a glance.

Giovanni/Mokawei: “What are you doing here?”

“…”*6

Reveno: “This isn’t your territory.”

Nosferatu: “As if it’s yours either.”

“…”*6

Asami: “Stop mimicking us.”

Toledo: “Is imitating us fun for you?”

“…”*6

In the next moment, a subtle and awkward laughter echoed.

Giovanni smiled and said:

“We’re all going to die, let’s put faction disputes aside for now.”

Mokawei also looked at the opposite side and said:

“Let me just say, we are definitely going to be the ones who take down the most.”

Reveno shrugged and said:

“It’s not about taking down the most, it’s about finishing off the Chaos Demon Dog, okay?”

Nosferatu chuckled and said:

“I wonder if braised dog head tastes good.”

Asami pondered for a moment and said:

“I think I’ll be crunched first by the opponent, that Chaos Demon Dog is an ultimate threat even to Powerful Divine Power.”

Toledo grinned and said:

“No worries, I know the Flesh and Blood Swelling Technique, if all else fails, I’ll find a way to burst it from the inside!”

For a moment, the sorrow at the scene was slightly alleviated.

…

Hidden Alliance.

Bruch, the third-generation Blood Race Legend of the two out of the six Legends, returned home with his fourth-generation Blood Race disciple Gangge.

He instructed his youngest disciple, the eleventh-generation Blood Race, Kalia, about the aftermath, ensuring he remembered to hide the core of the Blood Race well.

He sternly said, “Gangge and I have to undertake a mission, Kalia, if we don’t return, you must dedicate your life to continuing the Blood Race’s heritage.”

Kalia trembled, kneeling, and whispered:

“Even if I have to hide in a deep ditch, I will ensure the continuation of our race.”

Senior Brother Gangge scolded, “You jinx with your words, we’re being secretive to have a chance to rise, rise when it’s time, no hesitation.”

Kalia pouted and said:

“With the True Ancestor and you, Master with so many experts leading, you won’t come back?”

The last Legend of the Hidden Alliance, Riemoer, happened to walk over.

Hearing this, he chuckled silently and said to Kalia:

“Kid, when have you seen a mission that requires us to put in so much?”

Originally carefree, Kalia suddenly became nervous upon hearing this.

Indeed.

What kind of mission would require them to go to such lengths?

Riemoer grinned and said:

“A situation of certain death with no chance of survival, it’s not that we have so much to draw from, it’s all we have to draw.

Don’t blame your Master, Bruch is tough in words but soft-hearted, he doesn’t burden you with the responsibility of perpetuating the race.

Lord Liszt’s suffering is more evident than anyone else’s.

So your Master just wants you to live, even if it’s just barely hanging on.”

Kalia knelt down, banging his head three times to Master Bruch and Senior Brother Gangge:

“Master, Senior Brother, may your prowess be ever triumphant!”

…

The next day.

The Blood Race group stepped into the Shadow Plane, which they had long feared.

The place of convergence was like poison to them.

Fortunately, even poison takes time to take effect.

And they didn’t have that much time.

“Received news from the Saint, it’s time, let’s move out.”

…

On the other hand.

Inside Marquis Meifei’s Mansion.

Marquis Meifei turned to Count Carlos and said:

“I have relocated my wife, daughter, and sister to the small town on your family’s border. From now on, Count Carlos, I ask you to take care of them.”

Count Carlos, tears in his eyes, said:

“Is there really no solution?”

“The Saint is your son, didn’t he tell you?”

Count Carlos fell silent.

Marquis Meifei grinned and said:

“My foolish brother, if he truly wins, he would surely face revenge.

What I can do is shield him from disaster, though who would have thought, just to distract Demon Hall requires the Saint’s left arm.”

He looked at the wooden box on the table.

Inside lay Max’s left arm.

That little rascal told him that at the critical moment, opening the wooden box would activate the Breath of the Brave, giving his prematurely mature foolish brother a shred of hope.

“This time, he won’t say I couldn’t help him.”

Count Carlos knelt on one knee and said:

“The Carlos family will forever be a steadfast ally of the Marquis Family, testified by heaven and earth, unmoved by mountains and seas.”

He stood up and strode out of the Marquis Mansion.

By now, the Marquis Mansion was empty.

Only Marquis Harut quietly sat in the chair.

“Chloe, this is the final Blessing.”

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