Chapter 131: The True Ancestor Princess of Thousand City
“Vermilion Moon…”
“And, Black Princess?”
Shaya blinked slightly.
As the leader of the Dawn Organization, he naturally gathered the intelligence he ought to.
The Blood Race, and that Thousand City, although they normally remained silent and inactive, were still recognized major powers within Escarnia.
Vermilion Moon, full name “Crimson Moon,” was one of the Ancient Gods of the Abyss Plane and also the progenitor of the Blood Race.
Not some dabbler of a false god or evil god, but a true abyssal god with the same status as the Seven Gods of Dawn.
However, the situation seemed quite delicate.
At least in the Real Timeline, a thousand years later, Shaya hadn’t heard much about Vermilion Moon.
Among the Blood Race residing in Thousand City, there were detailed divisions of species.
Ordinary Blood Race members ranged from the lowest-tier Baron to the legendary-tier Prince. However, even a legendary-tier Blood Race Prince was an acquired vampire.
They could also be called ghouls or dead apostles.
But besides the acquired vampires, there were also corresponding innate vampires.
They were also known as—”True Ancestors.”
“According to the records in the Dawn Holy See, the weakest True Ancestor of the Blood Race is at least legendary, and some have even reached the Throne.”
“However… those are extremely ancient existences. The vast majority of True Ancestors of the Blood Race have long since perished in the history of the old era.”
“Currently, the only confirmed surviving True Ancestor among the Blood Race is the ‘True Ancestor Princess,’ Black姬, alone.”
“However, judging from Flander’s last words… the sole remaining True Ancestor, Black姬, and those dead apostles, as well as Crimson Moon, do not seem to be on the same side, and their internal conflict is quite intense.”
“As a True Ancestor, Black Princess actually actively hunted a high-ranking Blood Race Prince like Flander.”
Shaya’s thoughts raced, but his body unconsciously stepped back, hiding behind the tombstone on the grave.
He didn’t know what kind of internal conflict had erupted within the Blood Race, but for now, it had nothing to do with him.
Moreover, his mental state was not good. After releasing that Spear of Heavenly Condemnation, his mental power had entered a semi-decayed state, unable to support high-intensity combat.
Thinking this, Shaya’s thoughts stirred.
However, a few moments later.
His figure did not, as Shaya had anticipated, disappear from this Historical Echo with a fluctuation of space and time.
“Master, the river of time where this Historical Echo is located seems to be undergoing violent changes.”
Yui’s feedback came through the Fifth Soul Pact, carrying a hint of confusion.
This was the first time Shaya had encountered such a situation in a Historical Echo.
And at the same time.
Not far from the grave.
The True Ancestor of the Blood Race, bearing the title “Black Princess,” slowly furrowed her delicate brows.
Scarlet blood mist replaced her golden eyes. Not only her eyes but also her slender, youthful figure, which had transformed into a voluptuous mature woman, was now tinged with a layer of cherry red.
“Leave quickly.”
“Vermilion Moon has awakened my vampiric urge…”
A hoarse, emotionless voice sounded.
But before she could finish, the voice that was originally mechanical and devoid of emotion suddenly carried an undeniable desire.
Black姬 suddenly stuck out her pink tongue, licking her luscious red lips, her small fangs vaguely visible.
The next moment.
On Black姬’s exquisitely flawless pretty face, her crimson eyes, like a blood moon, shone brightly.
As if possessing some magical charm, Shaya’s entire attention was completely drawn to those blood-colored eyes.
Those beautiful eyes were so alluring and captivating that one couldn’t help but want to drown in them.
Then, to fall at her feet beneath the pitch-black sheer dress and become a kindred spirit to have their blood consumed.
Although such an action was akin to being at the mercy of others, who could resist the owner of such beautiful eyes? Fragrant, petite, soft…
Damn it, the Blood Race’s innate ability, “Charm Eyes”?
Shaya jolted awake.
He, a master of eyes and illusions, had almost been charmed by another’s demonic eyes.
If his mental power, amplified by the Sands of Time, had not already surpassed his status, even possessing legendary characteristics in a sense, he might have truly fallen for her trick.
Even so, the strength of this last True Ancestor Princess of the Blood Race was truly terrifying.
Perhaps not just ordinary legendary… ultimate legendary? Or Throne?
“Stay away from me…”
The hoarse voice, suppressing desire, sounded again.
Black姬, whose pretty face was already stained with a layer of crimson, was still forcibly suppressing her desires. Her originally icy voice carried a tremor: “If you don’t want to die, flee as far as you can.”
“You’re a True Ancestor of the Blood Race, yet you’re so repulsed by blood-drinking?”
Shaya raised an eyebrow as he looked at the black-haired maiden struggling to suppress her vampiric urges.
His figure flickered slightly, teleporting dozens of meters away, then he spread his hands. “But I’m sorry, if I’m truly considered prey by a True Ancestor of the Blood Race, I don’t think I could escape.”
This was the truth.
A mere dozens of meters distance and a teleportation with a cooldown limit were not enough to escape the pursuit of a legendary being.
Shaya shrugged.
The next moment, light golden elemental particles appeared at Shaya’s fingertips.
Then, they converged into a light golden sharp blade.
Shaya held the blade, slashed open a blood vessel at his neck, and hot, crimson liquid instantly gushed out from his neck.
“Rather, since you’re so thirsty, how about I let you drink some.”
“After you’ve had your fill of blood, your vampiric urge will subside, right?” Shaya put away the blade constructed from silver particles.
“You seem different from Flander; you seem capable of normal communication.”
The moment the crimson liquid emerged, the air around the black-haired Blood Princess instantly became more heated.
Black姬’s beautiful eyes shone with scarlet light, fixated on the wound on Shaya’s neck.
“I haven’t tried it, but according to the records in Thousand City, when other True Ancestors’ vampiric urges act up, they can drain a Pureblood Dragon… Aren’t you afraid of becoming a dried husk?”
“Trying it will kill me.”
Shaya nodded indifferently.
As long as he wasn’t confined in a Mithril Cage that sealed his spatial abilities and sunk to the bottom of the sea, he feared nothing.
Almost the moment Shaya nodded.
He sensed a chaotic storm rushing towards him. The black-haired Blood Princess turned into an afterimage, closing in on Shaya at close range.
A scarlet blood light flashed in her ruby-like eyes.
The next moment, her sharp fangs pierced Shaya’s skin.
A soft sensation enveloped Shaya’s neck as she began to suck ferociously.
Shaya felt the True Ancestor of the Blood Race, her eyes hazy with desire, embracing his neck with both hands, her delicate body burning hot. He pondered.
He sensed a certain familiarity from this black-haired vampire, which made him conjecture.
However, it was only speculation and could not be verified as fact.
After an unknown amount of time…
“Master, I’ve found a way to exit the Historical Echo.”
“However, the current river of time seems to still be in chaos.”
Yui’s voice transmitted through the Soul Pact.
“You’ve been drinking for so long; it should be enough by now.”
“Then let’s go back.”
Shaya’s thoughts stirred.
He glanced at the black-haired vampire who was still clinging to him, moaning unconsciously.
The next moment, his figure rapidly faded.
Then, he approached nothingness.
…
After another unknown amount of time.
The scarlet color in Black姬’s eyes slowly receded, revealing her light golden eyes once more.
Her figure also changed, transforming from her voluptuous mature woman form back to her original appearance as a maiden in a black dress.
Her light golden beautiful eyes flowed with light as she gazed blankly in the direction Shaya had disappeared. From time to time, she would lick her lips with her small tongue, as if the sensation of sucking was still lingering.
The next moment, Black姬 extended her fair, slender hand.
Immediately after, countless starlight-like particles emerged from the ground, converging towards her fingertips.
This was the unique ability of a True Ancestor of the Blood Race, possessing the root to connect planes and the authority to gather intelligence directly from the spiritual脈s of the land.
The hazy light points slowly faded.
The next moment, the maiden took a step forward.
The barren grave site disappeared in an instant, replaced by a dead silent city.
It was a gloomy and solitary ancient city, shrouded by the curtain of eternal night.
There was no starlight, nor the radiance of the sun, only the occasional clear moonlight of the silver moon sprinkling down, adding a touch of desolation to this ancient city.
Just like the name of this ancient city – “Thousand City.”
It was a dead city, unchanged for a thousand years.
And the black-haired vampire stepped into the ancient city, crossing grand and exquisite, inlaid with precious jewels yet exuding a decaying aura, magnificent coffins.
Then, she sat at the end of those magnificent coffins, on the single black iron throne.
Her fair fingertips traced through the air, and the moonlight filtering through the dome was captured by her dancing fingers.
Then, in the void, it was drawn and outlined into the likeness of the young man.
Black姬 rested her chin on her hand, observing the young man’s face drawn by the moonlight.
After a long while, she uttered the name she had obtained from the intelligence gathered from the land’s spiritual脉s.
“Cain.”
The maiden’s murmur dissipated in the dark eternal night of Thousand City, unheard.
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PS: Two consecutive updates.
