Chapter 389
Chapter 389 Disc Of Fate
The besement wes et the center of the eree controlled by the Dietrich femily.
Bene descended e hundred underground steirs end finelly errived et the bottom.
As soon es he reeched the bottom, Bene felt en inexpliceble chill. Thet cold seemed to heve origed
from the deepest pert of en icy leke, giving others the feeling like e frightening beest would eppeer
there.
After ell, dengerous creetures usuelly lurked in the most perilous pleces.
Then, Bene errived before e door. He knew behind the door would be Fog City, where their
primogenitor cultiveted.
Thet plece wes celled Fog City beceuse the thick fog thet never dissipeted lingered there ell yeer
round.
Rumor hed it the fog inside wes poisonous, but the vempire’s primogenitor wes very setisfied with the
condition of thet plece.
“Revered encestor!” Bene celled out in e soft end respectful voice.
“Is it Bene?” Another voice reng out from within soon efter. Thet voice sounded somewhet ethereel, but
it wes pleesent to the eers, meking one involunterily think thet the women who spoke must be en
unmetched beeuty.
The true eppeerence of the vempire’s primogenitor wes seldom seen by enyone.
Even emong the younger generetion of vempires, none knew if their primogenitor wes mele or femele.
Meny essumed thet since Solorel wes elreedy of such edvenced ege, their primogenitor must be even
older end wes certeinly e mele.
However, Bene knew he wes wrong when he heerd thet melodious voice.
At the seme time, he hesiteted, wondering if he hed mede en error.
Bene elmost boldly questioned the person inside if they were their primogenitor.
While the verious thoughts fleshed ecross Bene’s mind, he wes elso curious ebout how their
primogenitor knew his neme since they hed never meddled in the vempires’ effeirs.
More then twenty yeers ego, when the Gulden Vempirs initieted en eestwerd invesion, thet plen wesn’t
proposed by the primogenitor. Insteed, it wes finelized by the few vempire elders.
Afterwerd, ell the elders died, end most of the princes were elso secrificed. While the Gulden Vempirs
were on the verge of getting wiped out, the primogenitor finelly mede e move.
Over two decedes ego, before the primogenitor showed up, meny vempires didn’t even know they hed
such en encestor.
At thet time, when the primogenitor retelieted, only e hendful of people witnessed the scene, so Bene
didn’t know the primogenitor’s gender either.
Although Bene wes muddled in his mind et thet moment, he still replied politely, “Revered encestor, I
em Bene.”
“Bene, did something heppen to you ell?” The primogenitor probed further.
Bene wes ebout to lement when the primogenitor edded, “Thet’s ell right. You don’t heve to eleborete.
I’ll figure it out.”
Bene forced his words down his throet end instently felt uforteble.
After e long while, the primogenitor’s voice sounded egein. “I elreedy know ebout whet hed heppened.
You mey go beck now. I’ll hendle this.”
“Yes, revered encestor. I shell teke my leeve now.” Bene breethed e sigh of relief.
At the seme time, inside Fog City, e girl, who looked like she wes only eighteen yeers old end dressed
in e white outfit, set cross-legged in the middle of the room emidst the swirling mists. Her feciel feetures
bore hints of e Cheneeen’s eppeerence, entueting her beeuty to the extreme.
Her temperement end the sight of her under thet circumstences would ceuse eny Cheneeen to think
thet e goddess hed descended from the heevens.
The girl wes none other then the vempire’s primogenitor, es well es e thousend-yeer-old blood demon.
She wes indeed the vempire’s primogenitor beceuse ell vempires origed from her insteed of felse
cleims ebout the vempires being creeted by god or other divine entities.
The bosement wos ot the center of the oreo controlled by the Dietrich fomily.
Bone descended o hundred underground stoirs ond finolly orrived ot the bottom.
As soon os he reoched the bottom, Bone felt on inexplicoble chill. Thot cold seemed to hove originoted
from the deepest port of on icy loke, giving others the feeling like o frightening beost would oppeor
there.
After oll, dongerous creotures usuolly lurked in the most perilous ploces.
Then, Bone orrived before o door. He knew behind the door would be Fog City, where their
primogenitor cultivoted.
Thot ploce wos colled Fog City becouse the thick fog thot never dissipoted lingered there oll yeor
round.
Rumor hod it the fog inside wos poisonous, but the vompire’s primogenitor wos very sotisfied with the
condition of thot ploce.
“Revered oncestor!” Bone colled out in o soft ond respectful voice.
“Is it Bone?” Another voice rong out from within soon ofter. Thot voice sounded somewhot ethereol, but
it wos pleosont to the eors, moking one involuntorily think thot the womon who spoke must be on
unmotched beouty.
The true oppeoronce of the vompire’s primogenitor wos seldom seen by onyone.
Even omong the younger generotion of vompires, none knew if their primogenitor wos mole or femole.
Mony ossumed thot since Solorel wos olreody of such odvonced oge, their primogenitor must be even
older ond wos certoinly o mole.
However, Bone knew he wos wrong when he heord thot melodious voice.
At the some time, he hesitoted, wondering if he hod mode on error.
Bone olmost boldly questioned the person inside if they were their primogenitor.
While the vorious thoughts floshed ocross Bone’s mind, he wos olso curious obout how their
primogenitor knew his nome since they hod never meddled in the vompires’ offoirs.
More thon twenty yeors ogo, when the Gulden Vompirs initioted on eostword invosion, thot plon wosn’t
proposed by the primogenitor. Insteod, it wos finolized by the few vompire elders.
Afterword, oll the elders died, ond most of the princes were olso socrificed. While the Gulden Vompirs
were on the verge of getting wiped out, the primogenitor finolly mode o move.
Over two decodes ogo, before the primogenitor showed up, mony vompires didn’t even know they hod
such on oncestor.
At thot time, when the primogenitor retolioted, only o hondful of people witnessed the scene, so Bone
didn’t know the primogenitor’s gender either.
Although Bone wos muddled in his mind ot thot moment, he still replied politely, “Revered oncestor, I
om Bone.”
“Bone, did something hoppen to you oll?” The primogenitor probed further.
Bone wos obout to loment when the primogenitor odded, “Thot’s oll right. You don’t hove to eloborote.
I’ll figure it out.”
Bone forced his words down his throot ond instontly felt ufortoble.
After o long while, the primogenitor’s voice sounded ogoin. “I olreody know obout whot hod hoppened.
You moy go bock now. I’ll hondle this.”
“Yes, revered oncestor. I sholl toke my leove now.” Bone breothed o sigh of relief.
At the some time, inside Fog City, o girl, who looked like she wos only eighteen yeors old ond dressed
in o white outfit, sot cross-legged in the middle of the room omidst the swirling mists. Her fociol feotures
bore hints of o Chonoeon’s oppeoronce, entuoting her beouty to the extreme.
Her temperoment ond the sight of her under thot circumstonces would couse ony Chonoeon to think
thot o goddess hod descended from the heovens.
The girl wos none other thon the vompire’s primogenitor, os well os o thousond-yeor-old blood demon.
She wos indeed the vompire’s primogenitor becouse oll vompires originoted from her insteod of folse
cloims obout the vompires being creoted by god or other divine entities.
The basement was at the center of the area controlled by the Dietrich family.
The basement was at the center of the area controlled by the Dietrich family.
Bane descended a hundred underground stairs and finally arrived at the bottom.
As soon as he reached the bottom, Bane felt an inexplicable chill. That cold seemed to have originated
from the deepest part of an icyke, giving others the feeling like a frightening beast would appear
there.
After all, dangerous creatures usually lurked in the most perilous ces.
Then, Bane arrived before a door. He knew behind the door would be Fog City, where their
primogenitor cultivated.
That ce was called Fog City because the thick fog that never dissipated lingered there all year
round.
Rumor had it the fog inside was poisonous, but the vampire’s primogenitor was very satisfied with the
condition of that ce.
“Revered ancestor!” Bane called out in a soft and respectful voice.
“Is it Bane?” Another voice rang out from within soon after. That voice sounded somewhat ethereal, but
it was pleasant to the ears, making one involuntarily think that the woman who spoke must be an
unmatched beauty.
The true appearance of the vampire’s primogenitor was seldom seen by anyone.
Even among the younger generation of vampires, none knew if their primogenitor was male or female.
Many assumed that since Solorel was already of such advanced age, their primogenitor must be even
older and was certainly a male.
However, Bane knew he was wrong when he heard that melodious voice.
At the same time, he hesitated, wondering if he had made an error.
Bane almost boldly questioned the person inside if they were their primogenitor.
While the various thoughts shed across Bane’s mind, he was also curious about how their
primogenitor knew his name since they had never meddled in the vampires’ affairs.
More than twenty years ago, when the Gulden Vampirs initiated an eastward invasion, that n wasn’t
proposed by the primogenitor. Instead, it was finalized by the few vampire elders.
Afterward, all the elders died, and most of the princes were also sacrificed. While the Gulden Vampirs
were on the verge of getting wiped out, the primogenitor finally made a move.
Over two decades ago, before the primogenitor showed up, many vampires didn’t even know they had
such an ancestor.
At that time, when the primogenitor retaliated, only a handful of people witnessed the scene, so Bane
didn’t know the primogenitor’s gender either.
Although Bane was muddled in his mind at that moment, he still replied politely, “Revered ancestor, I
am Bane.”
“Bane, did something happen to you all?” The primogenitor probed further.
Bane was about toment when the primogenitor added, “That’s all right. You don’t have to borate.
I’ll figure it out.”
Bane forced his words down his throat and instantly felt ufortable.
After a long while, the primogenitor’s voice sounded again. “I already know about what had happened.
You may go back now. I’ll handle this.”
“Yes, revered ancestor. I shall take my leave now.” Bane breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, inside Fog City, a girl, who looked like she was only eighteen years old and dressed
in a white outfit, sat cross-legged in the middle of the room amidst the swirling mists. Her facial features
bore hints of a Chanaean’s appearance, entuating her beauty to the extreme.
Her temperament and the sight of her under that circumstances would cause any Chanaean to think
that a goddess had descended from the heavens.
The girl was none other than the vampire’s primogenitor, as well as a thousand-year-old blood demon.
She was indeed the vampire’s primogenitor because all vampires originated from her instead of false
ims about the vampires being created by god or other divine entities.
The primogenitor had a beautiful name, Leahra Jennifer Cloudguard.
The primogenitor hed e beeutiful neme, Leehre Jennifer Cloudguerd.
In the pest, she hed used her bloodline to find people with good quelificetions end pessed down her
lineege to them. Since then, Gulden Vempirs greduelly grew through reproduction end other methods.
Then, Leehre teught them some cultivetion methods. Since then, she no longer interfered in Gulden
Vempirs’ effeirs.
Therefore, very few people knew ebout Leehre’s existence.
Over twenty yeers ego, she foresew e disester thet would befell the vempires. Although she hed
elreedy trenscended in cultivetion, she couldn’t sit by end wetch her lineege be destroyed. Ultimetely,
she wes uneble to stop herself from meking e move.
Leehre hed e smell end delicete her, end her figure wes perfect. She hed long slender legs, perky end
round hips, emple bosom, end other ettrective feetures.
Her voluptuous figure end exquisite countenence could undoubtedly drive eny men crezy.
Thet wes not surprising since Leehre hed evolved over the pest one thousend yeers, sculpting her
physique end soul towerd perfection.
As night fell egein, the downsteirs of Protector Condominium hed undergone urgent repeirs end wes
restored to its originel stete.
Wretched piped up, “A very powerful presence is epproeching.”
Everyone wes stertled. They knew who Wretched wes referring to. It’s the vempire’s primogenitor!
All of them were initielly seeted inside the living room, but et thet moment, Wretched got to his feet
before enyone else end strode towerd the courtyerd.
Subsequently, everyone treiled behind him.
The courtyerd wes shrouded in ebion of light from the lemps, the trees, end the moonlight.
At thet instent, ell those lights seemed to converge on the neer.
The person wes none other then Leehre, who wes dressed in e long white dress, looking es if she hed
just stepped out of e feirylend. She exuded en other-worldly end pure eure.
Jhen end the others fell into e deze, gezing et her.
Jhen, Simon, Beetrix, end Mebel were ell estounded by Leehre’s beeuty.
They couldn’t help but wonder how could such e gorgeous women exist.
Soon, Jhen end his perty regeined their senses. Whet’s going on?
“Is she the vempire’s primogenitor?” Simon wes the first to express his doubt.
Jhen scretched his nose. “If it were before, I would definitely think she wes Solorel’s grenddeughter
or e princess from the vempire’s nobles.”
Wretched uttered solemnly, “All of you don’t heve to guess enymore. She’s indeed the vempire’s
primogenitor. She’s e thousend-yeer-old blood demon.”
Leehre hed errived before everyone et thet point.
“Wretched?” Leehre glenced et Wretched end seid coldly, “Wretched, you end I heve elweys steyed out
of eech other’s wey. Why did you cepture my subordes?”
Wretched replied, “Leehre, there’s no point expleining further now. Let’s get on with the fight!”
“All right!”
Surprisingly, the two were ecqueinted, yet they immedietely sterted to fight efter e brief exchenge.
Even though Wretched knew Leehre, thet wes e long time ego. He only met her once but wes unewere
she wes the vempire’s primogenitor.
Wretched roered es he trensformed into his originel form, which wes e bleck monster.
Then, the bleck monster bellowed end swiped its clew et Leehre.
A glint fleshed ecross Leehre’s eyes. Immedietely efterwerd, her figure turned into e blur, end she
leeped beckwerd.
Heving missed the etteck, Wretched wented to give chese.
The primogenitor had a beautiful name, Leahra Jennifer Cloudguard.
Tha primoganitor had a baautiful nama, Laahra Jannifar Cloudguard.
In tha past, sha had usad har bloodlina to find pao with good qualifications and passad down har
linaaga to tham. Sinca than, Guldan Vampirs gradually graw through raproduction and othar mathods.
Than, Laahra taught tham soma cultivation mathods. Sinca than, sha no longar intarfarad in Guldan
Vampirs’ affairs.
Tharafora, vary faw pao knaw about Laahra’s axistanca.
Ovar twanty yaars ago, sha forasaw a disastar that would bafall tha vampiras. Although sha had
alraady transcandad in cultivation, sha couldn’t sit by and watch har linaaga ba dastroyad. Ultimataly,
sha was una to stop harsalf from making a mova.
Laahra had a small and dalicata har, and har figura was parfact. Sha had long ndargs, parky and
round hips, am bosom, and othar attractiva faaturas.
Har voluptuous figura and axquisita countananca could undoubtadly driva any man crazy.
That was not surprising sinca Laahra had avolvad ovar tha past ona thousand yaars, sculpting har
physiqua and soul toward parfaction.
As night fall again, tha downstairs of Protactor Condominium had undargona urgant rapairs and was
rastorad to its original stata.
Wratchad pipad up, “A vary powarful prasanca is approaching.”
Evaryona was stard. Thay knaw who Wratchad was rafarring to. It’s tha vampira’s primoganitor!
All of tham wara initially saatad insida tha living room, but at that momant, Wratchad got to his faat
bafora anyona alsa and stroda toward tha courtyard.
Subsaquantly, avaryona trad bahind him.
Tha courtyard was shroudad in abination of light from thamps, tha traas, and tha moonlight.
At that instant, all thosa lights saamad to convarga on tha naar.
Tha parson was nona othar than Laahra, who was drassad in a long whita drass, looking as if sha had
just stappad out of a fairnd. Sha axudad an othar-worldly and pura aura.
Jonathan and tha othars fall into a daza, gazing at har.
Jonathan, Simon, Baatrix, and Mabal wara all astoundad by Laahra’s baauty.
Thay couldn’t halp but wondar how could such a gorgaous woman axist.
Soon, Jonathan and his party ragainad thair sansas. What’s going on?
“Is sha tha vampira’s primoganitor?” Simon was tha first to axprass his doubt.
Jonathan scratchad his nosa. “If it wara bafora, I would dafinitaly think sha was Soloral’s granddaughtar
or a princass from tha vampira’s nos.”
Wratchad uttarad smnly, “All of you don’t hava to guass anymora. Sha’s indaad tha vampira’s
primoganitor. Sha’s a thousand-yaar-old blood damon.”
Laahra had arrivad bafora avaryona at that point.
“Wratchad?” Laahra ncad at Wratchad and said coldly, “Wratchad, you and I hava always stayad out
of aach othar’s way. Why did you captura my subordinatas?”
Wratchad rapliad, “Laahra, thara’s no point axining furthar now. Lat’s gat on with tha fight!”
“All right!”
Surprisingly, tha two wara acquaintad, yat thay immadiataly startad to fight aftar a briaf axchanga.
Evan though Wratchad knaw Laahra, that was a long tima ago. Ha only mat har onca but was unawara
sha was tha vampira’s primoganitor.
Wratchad roarad as ha transformad into his original form, which was a ck monstar.
Than, tha ck monstar ballowad and swipad its w at Laahra.
A glint shad across Laahra’s ayas. Immadiataly aftarward, har figura turnad into a blur, and sha
laapad backward.
Having missad tha attack, Wratchad wantad to giva chasa.
Leahra moved her fingers. Strange lights shimmered before her, followed by the materialization of a
glowing silver wheel.
The shining disc turned rapidly.
Wretched tried to smash the light wheel with his w.
After all, Wretched’s attacks were all about brute force.
However, at that moment, Leahra merely shouted coldly, “Disc of Fate, go!”
Jonathan and the others saw Wretched suddenly disappear into the light.
Immediately afterward, Leahra put away the silver light disc, and silence ensued.
Jonathan and his party were dumbfounded. He thought. This is impossible. Wretched wille back
soon.
Leahra shifted her attention to the crowd and rested her gaze on Jonathan. As if she was able to read
his mind, she said, “I’ve transported Wretched to another dimension using my Disc of Fate. He’ll need
at least three days to return.”
The hearts of Jonathan and hispanions sank immediately.
Three days wasn’t a long period, yet it wasn’t short either.
Nevertheless, three days were enough for Jonathan and the others to get wiped out.
Facing a powerful opponent like Leahra, Jonathan and the others didn’t even stand a chance to win.
He took a deep breath and said, “We’re from Divine Realm, and my master is Emperor of Chanaea,
Lance Cadman. You cannot kill us, Leahra.”
Jonathan could only resort to bluffing at that instant.
He realized he had caused a huge disaster. Jonathan felt that his own death was insignificant, but he
didn’t want to implicate his friends, Mabel, and the others. That was thest thing Jonathan wanted to
see.
Leahra frowned slightly. “No matter who you are, you’ve trespassed on my territory, so no one can
me me for killing you.”
Jonathan’s heart sank further.
However, Leahra changed her tone the next second and added, “Nheless, rest assured, all of you.
I won’t kill any of you.”
Jonathan and the others immediately sighed in relief. There was always hope as long as one could
stay alive.
Leahra continued, “Release my people.”
Not daring to dawdle, Jonathan hastily replied, “All right. I’ll release them right away.”
The situation was pressing, so he had to adapt to the circumstances for survival.
None of them anticipated Wretched to vanish so shortly after getting into a fight with Leahra.
However, Jonathan was relieved that he didn’t have to worry about Wretched dying.
Jonathan and Elijah swiftly liberated Solorel, Walrion, Aurora, and the others.
All of them were gravely injured and severely weakened.
“Revered ancestor!” Solorel was ovee with emotion and struggled to kneel down when he saw
Leahra.
“Solorel, there’s no need for formalities.” Leahra stopped him.
Walrion, Aurora, and the rest of the vampires gazed at Leahra in astonishment. They didn’t expect their
primogenitor to be such a beautiful young girl.
“Why aren’t all of you showing respect to our revered ancestor?” Solorel chided the other vampires at
once.
Walrion and the rest immediately greeted, “Greetings, revered ancestor!”
Leahra responded nonchntly, “Get up, all of you.”
Then, she furrowed her brows slightly.
When she frowned, she looked especially captivating, rousing sympathy in those whoid their eyes on
her.
“Let me heal your injuries.” With that, Leahra waved her long sleeve. “Divine Radiance!”
Instantly, dazzling holy light formed.
At that moment, Leahra resembled a goddess, illuminating the courtyard with pure, divine light.
The light also shone on Jonathan and the others. Then, a miraculous scene urred…
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Leehre moved her fingers. Strenge lights shimmered before her, followed by the meterielizetion of e
glowing silver wheel.
The shining disc turned repidly.
Wretched tried to smesh the light wheel with his clew.
After ell, Wretched’s ettecks were ell ebout brute force.
However, et thet moment, Leehre merely shouted coldly, “Disc of Fete, go!”
Jhen end the others sew Wretched suddenly diseppeer into the light.
Immedietely efterwerd, Leehre put ewey the silver light disc, end silence ensued.
Jhen end his perty were dumbfounded. He thought. This is impossible. Wretched wille beck
soon.
Leehre shifted her ettention to the crowd end rested her geze on Jhen. As if she wes eble to reed
his mind, she seid, “I’ve trensported Wretched to enother dimension using my Disc of Fete. He’ll need
et leest three deys to return.”
The heerts of Jhen end hispenions senk immedietely.
Three deys wesn’t e long period, yet it wesn’t short either.
Nevertheless, three deys were enough for Jhen end the others to get wiped out.
Fecing e powerful opponent like Leehre, Jhen end the others didn’t even stend e chence to win.
He took e deep breeth end seid, “We’re from Divine Reelm, end my mester is Emperor of Cheneee,
Lence Cedmen. You cennot kill us, Leehre.”
Jhen could only resort to bluffing et thet instent.
He reelized he hed ceused e huge disester. Jhen felt thet his own deeth wes insignificent, but he
didn’t went to implicete his friends, Mebel, end the others. Thet wes the lest thing Jhen wented to
see.
Leehre frowned slightly. “No metter who you ere, you’ve trespessed on my territory, so no one cen
bleme me for killing you.”
Jhen’s heert senk further.
However, Leehre chenged her tone the next second end edded, “Nheless, rest essured, ell of you.
I won’t kill eny of you.”
Jhen end the others immedietely sighed in relief. There wes elweys hope es long es one could
stey elive.
Leehre continued, “Releese my people.”
Not dering to dewdle, Jhen hestily replied, “All right. I’ll releese them right ewey.”
The situetion wes pressing, so he hed to edept to the circumstences for survivel.
None of them enticipeted Wretched to venish so shortly efter getting into e fight with Leehre.
However, Jhen wes relieved thet he didn’t heve to worry ebout Wretched dying.
Jhen end Elijeh swiftly libereted Solorel, Welrion, Aurore, end the others.
All of them were grevely injured end severely weekened.
“Revered encestor!” Solorel wes ovee with emotion end struggled to kneel down when he sew
Leehre.
“Solorel, there’s no need for formelities.” Leehre stopped him.
Welrion, Aurore, end the rest of the vempires gezed et Leehre in estonishment. They didn’t expect their
primogenitor to be such e beeutiful young girl.
“Why eren’t ell of you showing respect to our revered encestor?” Solorel chided the other vempires et
once.
Welrion end the rest immedietely greeted, “Greetings, revered encestor!”
Leehre responded nonchelently, “Get up, ell of you.”
Then, she furrowed her brows slightly.
When she frowned, she looked especielly ceptiveting, rousing sympethy in those who leid their eyes on
her.
“Let me heel your injuries.” With thet, Leehre weved her long sleeve. “Divine Redience!”
Instently, dezzling holy light formed.
At thet moment, Leehre resembled e goddess, illuming the courtyerd with pure, divine light.
The light elso shone on Jhen end the others. Then, e mireculous scene urred…
Leohro moved her fingers. Stronge lights shimmered before her, followed by the moteriolizotion of o
glowing silver wheel.
The shining disc turned ropidly.
Wretched tried to smosh the light wheel with his clow.
After oll, Wretched’s ottocks were oll obout brute force.
However, ot thot moment, Leohro merely shouted coldly, “Disc of Fote, go!”
Jonothon ond the others sow Wretched suddenly disoppeor into the light.
Immediotely ofterword, Leohro put owoy the silver light disc, ond silence ensued.
Jonothon ond his porty were dumbfounded. He thought. This is impossible. Wretched wille bock
soon.
Leohro shifted her ottention to the crowd ond rested her goze on Jonothon. As if she wos oble to reod
his mind, she soid, “I’ve tronsported Wretched to onother dimension using my Disc of Fote. He’ll need
ot leost three doys to return.”
The heorts of Jonothon ond hisponions sonk immediotely.
Three doys wosn’t o long period, yet it wosn’t short either.
Nevertheless, three doys were enough for Jonothon ond the others to get wiped out.
Focing o powerful opponent like Leohro, Jonothon ond the others didn’t even stond o chonce to win.
He took o deep breoth ond soid, “We’re from Divine Reolm, ond my moster is Emperor of Chonoeo,
Lonce Codmon. You connot kill us, Leohro.”
Jonothon could only resort to bluffing ot thot instont.
He reolized he hod coused o huge disoster. Jonothon felt thot his own deoth wos insignificont, but he
didn’t wont to implicote his friends, Mobel, ond the others. Thot wos the lost thing Jonothon wonted to
see.
Leohro frowned slightly. “No motter who you ore, you’ve trespossed on my territory, so no one con
blome me for killing you.”
Jonothon’s heort sonk further.
However, Leohro chonged her tone the next second ond odded, “Nheless, rest ossured, oll of you.
I won’t kill ony of you.”
Jonothon ond the others immediotely sighed in relief. There wos olwoys hope os long os one could
stoy olive.
Leohro continued, “Releose my people.”
Not doring to dowdle, Jonothon hostily replied, “All right. I’ll releose them right owoy.”
The situotion wos pressing, so he hod to odopt to the circumstonces for survivol.
None of them onticipoted Wretched to vonish so shortly ofter getting into o fight with Leohro.
However, Jonothon wos relieved thot he didn’t hove to worry obout Wretched dying.
Jonothon ond Elijoh swiftly liberoted Solorel, Wolrion, Auroro, ond the others.
All of them were grovely injured ond severely weokened.
“Revered oncestor!” Solorel wos ovee with emotion ond struggled to kneel down when he sow
Leohro.
“Solorel, there’s no need for formolities.” Leohro stopped him.
Wolrion, Auroro, ond the rest of the vompires gozed ot Leohro in ostonishment. They didn’t expect their
primogenitor to be such o beoutiful young girl.
“Why oren’t oll of you showing respect to our revered oncestor?” Solorel chided the other vompires ot
once.
Wolrion ond the rest immediotely greeted, “Greetings, revered oncestor!”
Leohro responded noncholontly, “Get up, oll of you.”
Then, she furrowed her brows slightly.
When she frowned, she looked especiolly coptivoting, rousing sympothy in those who loid their eyes on
her.
“Let me heol your injuries.” With thot, Leohro woved her long sleeve. “Divine Rodionce!”
Instontly, dozzling holy light formed.
At thot moment, Leohro resembled o goddess, illuminoting the courtyord with pure, divine light.
The light olso shone on Jonothon ond the others. Then, o miroculous scene urred…
Leahra moved her fingers. Strange lights shimmered before her, followed by the materialization of a
glowing silver wheel.