I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Southern Province, Risier City.

This city, once occupied by ancient monsters, had long since become a forbidden zone for life.

Initially, some daring players ventured into it, but as time passed, even the bold ones became extinct.

The ancient aura thickened day by day, raising the level of the ancient monsters so high that ordinary players were killed before even setting foot in Risier City.

At this moment, this city, drenched in ancient aura, was undergoing a shocking transformation.

Over a hundred miles, the dark clouds in the sky resembled a massive vortex hovering over the sea, slowly spinning with Risier City at its center.

The sun was obscured, and the clouds churned.

As the dark cloud vortex spun, the cracks in the sky were under immense pressure and began to widen bit by bit, growing larger and larger.

From the thickness of a wire to that of iron rods.

With the appearance of the spatial rifts, the chaotic ancient aura surged into Risier City like a burst dam.

This directly increased the ancient aura inside this wicked city by tenfold or even a hundredfold.

The surrounding area, already devoid of life, became even more dead and barren.

Conversely, the furious half-ratmen, basking in the ancient aura, received an enormous boost.

Those below Level 10 crazily ascended to above Level 10, and even Level 15 furious half-ratmen started to appear densely.

Although the potential of furious half-ratmen was limited, the ancient aura quickly brought these creatures to the limit of their potential.

Unnoticed by anyone, inside Risier City a terrifying army, all above Level 10, was slowly forming.

But this was just the beginning, as the dense ancient aura was transforming the interior of Risier City into an old-world capable of hosting Divine descent.

The Space Gate, standing originally in the center area, began to blur under the impact of ancient power.

If one focused closely, one could faintly see, through the space on the other side, a plane filled with countless furious half-ratmen, now completely anchored in the city center.

"Ha ha ha ha...

Finally, I can finally descend upon this world!!"

The blasphemous language of evil echoed throughout the sky at this moment.

The surrounding ancient power, activated by the blasphemous language, started to converge madly in one direction.

Moments later, in the central area of Risier City, a sound akin to shattering glass rang out, and the Main Plane connected with the other plane in that instant, eliminating the last barrier between them.

What was once shadowy was now starkly visible, with no further obstructions between the two sides.

Untold numbers of furious half-ratmen roared skyward simultaneously, emitting a shrill sound like a sharp blade scraping glass.

The heavens and earth trembled at the sinister roars.

Affected by this, the cracks in the sky fractured once more, widening into an even larger rift.

The ancient aura now gushed out like a high-pressure water cannon, turning the city into an eternally silent city of ancient times.

The moment the sky split, a terrifying and indescribable aura surged from the center of Risier City outwards like a towering tidal wave crashing in all directions.

Heaven and earth were in shock.

The furious half-ratmen, previously screaming skyward, suddenly stopped as if their necks were forcefully grasped. They trembled and cowered on the ground like mice who had seen a cat, utterly abject.

Huff huff~

Accompanied by the rolling ancient breath, a tall shadow emanating a dark light appeared in the center of Risier City.

The moment that figure appeared in the Main Plane, it seemed to trigger some ancient, eternally established rules, creating sounds of chains dragging across the sky and land.

But in an instant, those ancient rules fell back into silence.

Risier City had completely collapsed, and the ancient rules could no longer affect this city of ancient times.

The shadow, exuding an aura of extreme terror, realized this and immediately let out a nearly insane laugh.

"Hahaha!

The rules of the new day are shattered, and the Glory of ancient times shall once again envelop the earth!!

Curse you, New Sun God Ilo!!

Are you prepared to face my fury? I will extract your soul and burn it with demonic flames for a million years!"

"I will, in the name of the God of Plague, destroy this world!!"

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At the same time, as the God of Plague descended onto the Main Plane, at the edge of the Ancient Forest, deep within the Storm Sea Domain, in the center of the Undead Empire, near the Royal Capital of the Nolan Empire...

One by one, the cracks in the sky above the ancient seals widened, and those ancient Evil Gods no longer acted like desperate fugitives from their seals but appeared in the Main Plane with an overwhelmingly tyrannical attitude.

The forces in the Main Plane, which had just adapted to the arrival of ancient times, faced an unprecedented crisis once again.

Because these Evil Gods descending upon the Main Plane were in their full forms, possessing peak Divine Power, unlike gods who had transformed into mortals.

Fortunately, due to the Main Plane's rules not yet fully collapsing, these ancient Evil Gods could not yet leave the Sealed Land in a short time.

But everyone knew the storm had arrived, and a great battle unprecedented in history might commence tomorrow.

Not only were ordinary inhabitants terrified, but also those Divines who had yet to recover their power.

Everyone knew that once the rules of the Main Plane could no longer restrain these descended ancient Evil Gods, they might face their apocalypse.

In fact, the most tragic were those Divines who had not yet directly clashed with the ancient Evil Gods and had already been hunted down by the ambitious mortals of the Main Plane.

From time to time, news circulated about believers who could no longer sense the presence of their Divines...

Everything was moving toward an unknown direction.

But the lives in the Plane of Glory were unaware that not only the Main Plane was facing significant changes, the entire Multi-dimensional Plane was stepping into a countdown to destruction that day.

Undead Plane, the land filled with countless skeletons, counted from the dawn of creation, and at a certain moment, fifteen Undead Monarchs simultaneously looked up at the sky.

Crack~

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the sky of the Undead Plane, which had yet remained unaffected, also developed cracks.

The gushing ancient breath was as thick as water.

The disaster of ancient times finally reached this land of Extreme Evil.

The same was true for the Abyss, the land of ultimate wickedness; even it could not escape the influence of ancient times at this moment.

Crack~

The sharp bursting sounds echoed in every corner of the Abyss, whether on the surface of the first layer or in the deep abyssal layers six hundred levels down.

Anyone looking up would notice those spider web-like cracks clearly visible in the sky.

The fissure was untouchable, incorporeal, and indestructible, for it was a manifestation of the rules.

The thick ancient power instantly permeated the surroundings, and the whole world reeked of decay, which even the naturally malevolent demons felt as a fatal threat.

Indeed, the ancient power did not differentiate between the Evil Camp or the Good Camp...

Sensing the shift in the world, countless horror demon gods hidden in the deepest layers of the bottomless abyss roared toward the sky.

A terrible pressure rose like a storm one after the other, and the entire abyss was shrouded in divine might.

The abyss had never known the light for countless years.

Fallen Evil Gods lurked in this Land of Extreme Evil, and no one knew how many terrifying Evil Gods had been hidden in the abyss since the creation of the world through these long epochs.

But at that moment, those powerful beings that were in slumber had been awakened.

They sensed the fatal danger, yes, danger, that made their souls tremble.

That was the power of the ancient days, the power that destroys everything in the world.

The rulers of the ancient days had once governed the Land of Chaos that the Creator God had not shaped.

Now, He had returned, reborn.

This time He intended to annihilate everything, causing the entire multi-universe to return to nothingness and chaos.

In the deepest depths of the bottomless abyss, the sleep of numerous primordial Demon Sovereigns caused a wake-up, plunging the entire abyss into chaos.

The Demon Sovereigns sought to conquer a powerful plane to resist the impending threat of the ancient days, and the original masters naturally refused to yield, beginning to resist fiercely.

Chaos and slaughter were the eternal main theme of the abyss, and this time it was completely thrown into disarray.

Unable to know the changes within the abyss from the outside, Lide at this moment did not have much mind to care about it.

After realizing in Green City that the Power of Death was sufficient to corrupt the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel, he arranged for the management of Green City and immediately rode Withered Bone at full speed back to Dawn City.

He had coveted the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel for years; this time, he absolutely intended to claim this powerful being for himself.

After entering the thousand-mile range of Dawn City, Lide waved his hand and tore open the space in front of him, riding directly on Withered Bone back to the Land of Bone-Burying.

Upon entering the Land of Bone-Burying, the power of the entire plane surged into his body instantly, flooding him with such overwhelming power that he almost groaned in delight—that was indeed a treasure.

After a moment, he came to his senses, slightly perceiving that everything in the Land of Bone-Burying appeared before his eyes.

At that time, the Undead were still fighting with the demons; every second, demons and the Undead were pouring in from the Space Gate, and every minute, thousands of demons and undead perished.

The Dark Sovereign's blade was truly sharp; he had already slaughtered so many demons, and the losses of Undead were countless.

Still, no matter how many losses the other side had, the Undead could immediately replenish; this made him reflect on just how invincible the Skeleton Sea tactic truly was.

"Your Majesty..."

Sensing Lide's presence, Emi, who had built a plague laboratory in the Land of Bone-Burying, immediately came forward to pay respects.

This guy was currently executing the abyss pig-farming mission and simultaneously researching the plague.

"Emi, how did your last plague research go?"

After returning to the Land of Bone-Burying, Lide's mood was no longer so urgent. The Twelve-winged Blazing Angel had become meat on the chopping block; it couldn't escape.

Emi's face immediately brightened with a smile upon hearing the question.

"Your Majesty, the last researched plague has made new progress in the past few days..."

"Oh? How effective?" Lide's eyes lit up instantly.

"You can observe it yourself."

Emi smiled mysteriously, then a glass tube the size of a thumb, containing half a tube of green liquid, appeared in her hand.

If you looked closely, you'd find that the liquid seemed to be swarming with countless tadpole-like microorganisms, dense enough to scare anyone with a fear of dense clusters to wet themselves.

Lide, driven by curiosity, opened his attribute panel.

Unknown Plague

Quality: Special (Highly contagious, but with lower secondary infection rates)

Traits: Can significantly enhance the physical condition of the infected, but also cause their bodies to mutate. Death will occur if they cannot withstand the erosion of the plague.

Description: An unknown plague that causes mutation in the infected.

It truly was a plague... From just the description, no one would dare to experiment with it lightly.

This thing had its pros and cons.

After displaying it for a while, Emi threw the plague into the sky, and the glass tube cracked open with a snap.

The green liquid instantly turned into a dense fog and began to slowly descend.

Below, a Level 14 Double-Horned Demon was being overpowered by a Level 15 Black Knight, already battered and seemingly on the verge of being defeated.

But the next second, the green fog directly engulfed the demon, entering through his nostrils, mouth, wounds, skin, eyes, and so on, with countless microscopic organisms invading every part of his body.

The Double-Horned Demon, already scar-riddled, felt extreme despair, knowing that as a Level 14, he was no match for the Level 15 Black Knight before him.

But just as he thought he was going to die, a terrifying power surged through his body.

In an instant, the wounds on the Double-Horned Demon quickly healed and scabbed over.

Even more astonishing, the scabs instead of falling off started spreading around his body.

Within a few breaths, the Double-Horned Demon's body was enveloped in a thick layer of scab, like he was wearing a layer of thick armor, significantly enhancing his defense.

Not just externally, the power within the Double-Horned Demon's body also rapidly increased, muscles became firmer, bones stronger, and blood thicker...

In an eyeblink, an extremely hideous, gray-black shelled Double-Horned Demon with his entire body including his face covered emerged.

Although his appearance became extremely fierce, as compensation, he gained much stronger power.

The Double-Horned Demon, noticing this change, was overjoyed. He didn't mind the change in his appearance at all. When did demons ever care about looks?

He didn't even think he looked ugly; instead, he felt quite imposing.

Meanwhile, the Black Knight, sensing the change in the demon's aura, also realized something was wrong. His bone knife furiously hacked away, determined to kill this damned demon once and for all.

But the now-transformed Double-Horned Demon felt robust and surged forward with newfound ferocity toward the Black Knight.

Swish~ The bone knife flashed past, the Black Knight's battle blade heavily hacked at the Double-Horned Demon.

Initially, the Black Knight had thought that even if the strike didn't kill the demon, it would at least leave a huge scar.

But instead, it was like a blunt knife chopping at cowhide, thudding dully upon impact.

The Double-Horned Demon, realizing this, was ecstatic. This layer of keratin was so solid??

At once, with a fiendish expression, he charged forth, embracing and ferociously biting the Black Knight, seeing hope for a reversal.

After a few blinks, spurting~ blood sprayed and a massive head fell to the ground.

The Black Knight, looking at his broken bone knife, showed an extremely angry expression. The Level 14 Double-Horned Demon was still violently killed by him. Although there was only one level difference between Level 15 and Level 14, the essence of life was markedly different.

Yet still, the price he paid to kill his opponent was extremely high, and his difficulty in securing victory increased several times.

But this was merely a glimpse of the battlefield. After being infected by the plague, the high-level undead no longer had the advantage over the low-level demons as before and could no longer easily overpower them.

Conversely, demons of the same level had already begun to crush the undead of their level.

Within moments, the area infected by the plague roared with the demons' momentum, driving the undead into gradual retreat.

Seeing this, Lide nodded in satisfaction.

Although becoming infected with the plague turned them grotesquely monstrous, it also traded for a substantial increase in combat strength.

He estimated slightly; demons infected by the plague had their combat strength boosted by over 50%,

Of course, there were more than thirty demons that couldn't withstand the plague's erosion and died, but compared to the thousands of successful cases, he didn't care much about these deaths.

How could one gain strength without paying a price?

Out of the corner of his eye, he curiously regarded the undead who seemed utterly unaffected by the plague and still cavorting about.

"Emi, is there a plague that could also infect the undead?"

Undead, being special beings, possessed many talents that ordinary life forms did not, such as immunity to toxins, plagues, and diseases.

Thus, ordinary plagues were nearly impossible to infect them.

"Your Majesty, to infect the undead, one would have to create a plague that can touch the soul... but that requires a great deal of time."

Hearing this, Lide waved his hand, "No need to think further, I was just asking out of curiosity.

Continue researching the current plague, refine it until it can't be refined further.

Once it's confirmed usable, apply it directly to the Chaotic Army on the Gravel Plane to enhance the combat strength of the Demon Army."

He hadn't forgotten about commanding a Demon Army of several hundred thousand directly.

Now that Emi's plague research was unproblematic, it could be used to enhance his army's combat strength.

"As you wish, Your Majesty." Emi also appeared quite pleased, being praised by Lide was indeed an honor.

"Alright, you may return to your duties."

After observing the progress of the plague, Lide no longer stayed, but instant teleported next to the twelfth level of the White Bone Altar.

The mysterious sarcophagus he had carried out from the Sealed Land was still being doubly sealed by the Tears of Purification and the Angel Wings.

Most conspicuous were the Angel Wings, now intermixed in black and white colors, filled with negative energy.

Yet, despite this, the Angel Wings continued to emit a massive amount of Divine Power, suppressing the sarcophagus.

It was evident how incompatible the two were.

Opening the attribute panel.

Twelve-winged Blazing Angel

Status: Transforming, transforming race - Fallen Angel (irreversible)

Transformation time: 2823 years (Death Power can be used to accelerate transformation)

Description: ...

Lide glanced at it and nodded satisfyingly.

Previously, there were three thousand years left for the transformation of the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel, but as the Angel Wings continued to relentlessly output Divine Power to suppress the sarcophagus, the transformation time was reduced.

However, with the three billion Power of Death he now held in his hands, it was enough regardless of any reduction.

After a brief contemplation, he waved his hand, trying to remove the Angel Wings from the sarcophagus, but they remained unmoved.

Frowning, Lide released a burst of spiritual power, and moments later, shook his head helplessly.

He discovered that the object was rooted and had created a silent barrier cycle with the Tears of Purification below.

If he forcefully removed it, the barrier would break, but he might damage the Tears of Purification below.

After a few attempts, still the same, Lide couldn't help but feel a bit troubled—was he stuck at the first step??

He pondered for a moment and then made a decisive decision.

If it couldn't be removed, then he wouldn't remove it—he would directly transform it.

The object in the stone coffin below was the Ancient Evil God, utilizing the power of ancient days. Although the Power of Death was negative energy, it was part of the Power of Glory, fundamentally different from the chaotic ancient power.

He wasn't worried about the Power of Death nourishing the being within the stone coffin.

Without further hesitation, with a thought, the Power of Death above the Land of Bone-Burying began to pour into the twelve-layered White Bone Altar, its powerful force causing every bone on the altar to shine brightly.

As the only special building in the Land of Bone-Burying, the White Bone Altar facilitated the transformation of higher-level beings into the undead.

With the influx of the Power of Death, the White Bone Altar began to emanate a ghostly white light, but this light held no sanctity; instead, it was as disturbing as seeing bones in a graveyard.

The death power entered the altar, and under ancient rules, it slowly transferred to the Angel Wings.

The Angel Wings trembled, sensing the imminent danger, but the sleeping Blazing Twelve-winged Angel had long since lost the power to resist; even if it sensed something wrong in its haze, it was powerless to fight off the violation.

Lide glanced at his attribute panel; the Power of Death was dropping at a rate of millions per second.

Correspondingly, the transformation time on the Angel Wings' attribute panel was also rapidly decreasing as the Power of Death was consumed.

He could visibly see that with the inflow of the Power of Death, the sacred aura in the Angel Wings was becoming increasingly faint, and something terrifyingly evil was brewing within.

It wasn't an ordinary evil; it was filled with the purest forms of darkness, slaughter, and bloodshed.

When the most sacred life falls, its sanctity would turn into the purest darkness.

This was a saying circulated among the Abyss Dominators—the more sacred something is, the darker it becomes.

In human terms, when a sacred life falls, it gains far more power than ordinary beings.

This is why those Abyss Evil Gods tirelessly seek to tempt the heavenly divine beings to fall, for a fallen Bright God would be far more powerful.

Now, by a fortuitous coincidence, Lide was doing what every Abyss Evil God longed for—tempting a Twelve-winged Blazing Angel to fall.

Such a high-status angel in the Light God System was as exalted as some non-combat divine beings.

To have such an opportunity was definitely something that would make mighty Demon Sovereigns green with envy.

With the massive influx of the Power of Death, the Tears of Purification below also reacted, its blue energy bursting out in an even more domineering manner to suppress the stone coffin.

The mysterious stone coffin sensed something wrong and tried to resist, but under the forceful presence of the Tears of Purification, all efforts were in vain.

Lide silently watched everything, making no further moves—the coffin was too mysterious; he would wait for the angel to emerge before making any plans.

At the same time, he was filled with anticipation.

Especially when he saw the speckled white on the Angel Wings slowly disappear and black take over completely—he stared wide-eyed, unwilling to look away for even a moment.

Because he was about to possess a Twelve-winged Blazing Angel that made everyone tremble with fear!

His feelings were like unwrapping a love letter from a secretly admired goddess, like getting a Divine Artifact in ten consecutive draws in a game...

Though it had only been a few minutes, to Lide, the process felt as long as half a century.

Finally, at the end, the Angel Wings no longer emitted a hint of holy light, and the divine power suppressing the stone coffin from below completely vanished—he finally sighed in relief.

At this moment, the Angel Wings had turned completely black, so thorough and profound.

And on his attribute panel, only a mere ten million of the Power of Death remained.

Upon seeing this scene, Lide couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

Over the span of several years, he had expended tremendous amounts of energy, manpower, and resources—even employing the troops of the Abyss Dominator to gather the Power of Death for him.

After years of planting seeds and countless sacrifices, the time had finally come to reap the rewards.

At this moment, Lide's breathing even slowed down a bit as he stared intently at the Angel Wings.

He could feel that after the Divine Power had faded, the Dark Power became the only force present.

A terrifying aura was brewing within it; the Power of Death hadn't disappeared but was completely absorbed by the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel.

In other words, the Angel was currently being transformed by the Power of Death...

The transformation process was akin to how a dragon egg hatches, gradually undergoing metamorphosis.

Lide, who seemed to recall something as he watched this, slightly narrowed his eyes.

"I remember when hatching the Divine Monster Asreaga, the Power of Death reshaped his Divine Body and the Power of Faith consolidated his soul...

Now that I have the Power of Death, can I continue to infuse the Power of Faith to make the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel even more powerful?"

After this thought emerged, he felt it was the correct move and decided to give it a try.

He glanced at his attribute panel; the number of Believers in the Twilight Sect had already surpassed 15 million.

Moreover, since the Dawn Sect had taken over Green City and subjugated the Centaurs, the number of Believers had also surged to 3 million and was expected to at least double in the near future.

Nearly 20 million Believers were now collectively bringing him an astronomical amount of Power of Faith every day.

At the moment, the Twilight Sect had over 12 million in Power of Faith, while the Dawn Sect had more than 6 million.

As a newly wealthy landowner, Lide instantly broke into a smile.

He felt capable once again.

His confidence swelled quickly, finally shedding the previous feeling of poverty.

Without hesitation, he took a step forward and instantly appeared above the twenty-first layer of the White Bone Altar.

He stood firmly next to the stone coffin and then slightly extended his right hand to touch the Angel Wings.

After making sure everything was in place, Lide took a deep breath as if the Power of Faith was bursting out like a dam bursting on a mountain.

The Angel Wings, receptive to this force, acted like a black hole devouring everything, greedily absorbing the Power of Faith.

With the addition of the Power of Faith, the black Angel Wings emitted a dim glow, slowly releasing a terrifying aura.

Although it was just a trace, it was enough to chill the heart of even the most steadfast veteran.

In the distance, obscured by fog, demons and the Undead near the White Bone Altar inexplicably felt a chill down their spines, instinctively distancing themselves from the altar even amid life-and-death battles.

It was an instinctual fear of life.

Noticing this change, Lide's smile gradually broadened on his face.

His senses weren't wrong; the Power of Faith indeed enhanced the power of the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel.

He could distinctly feel that as the Power of Faith integrated, certain rules within the Angel Wings seemed to be completed.

However, the amount of Power of Faith needed to enhance a being like the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel was astronomical.

The Power of Faith accumulated by the Twilight Sect was completely depleted in less than ten minutes.

Lide, looking at the bottomless pit-like Angel Wings, could only grit his teeth and turn his attention to the 6 million Power of Faith of the Dawn Sect.

Even a rich landowner couldn't sustain such extravagance... and he was poor once more.

However, it seemed that the person in question was a middle-aged woman in her forties, currently in great need; even tens of millions of Power of Faith were not enough for her.

With a tentative mindset, he began to channel the Power of Faith from the Dawn Sect and ultimately found that the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel was indiscriminate in its consumption, devouring the Power of Faith from the side of Light without care.

Several minutes later, just as the Power of Faith of the Dawn Sect was nearly drained, Lide finally sensed a saturated aura emanating from the Angel Wings.

Upon detecting this message, he then stopped.

However, after the infusion of the Power of Faith into the Angel Wings, it did not cause the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel to emerge immediately; instead, it plunged into a deeper transformation.

It was like hatching an egg.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes...

Two Sunshine Hours later, Lide's brow slightly arched; after observing for two Sunshine Hours, he sensed that it would take at least three more days for the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel to complete its transformation.

He glanced down at the stone coffin beside him, waved his hand, and directly reinforced its seal with the Plane Power.

After ensuring there were no issues, he sat cross-legged on the White Bone Altar, waiting to witness the birth of the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel.

But before long, he abandoned that idea; plans could never keep up with changes, and a message brought by Harrison made him immediately leave the Land of Bone-Burying.

Harrison, having the authority over the Land of Bone-Burying, could open a Space Gate and report to Lide as the head of the City Hall.

In the office of the City Hall, Lide looked at Harrison with a stern face.

"Are you saying that the Crimson Moon has sent a message, and cracks have also appeared in the skies of the Lost Plane?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Although Harrison did not understand why Lide was taking this matter so seriously, he still respectfully responded.

"The president of the Crimson Moon specifically marked the message with an extremely urgent seal, asking you to make a trip to the Crimson Moon immediately."

Lide's eyes flickered uncertainly upon hearing the words, the Earth's sky showing rule fractures... did that mean the Ancient Times could descend upon Earth?

When he received this news, his heart wasn't as shocked as he had expected.

Because once he could summon Small Fireballs on Earth, he had been prepared for this.

However, he had to return to Earth immediately, regardless.

Cracks appearing in the sky carried enormous implications.

If the Ancient Times really did descend, could Earth resist those ancient monsters?

Lide did not have an answer.

His deep eyes looked toward Harrison.

"Harrison, when I attained the Legendary status, I found a way to enter the Lost Plane. The Lost Plane is critical, so I must make a trip there immediately."

"There's something you must constantly monitor — the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel has completely Fallen.

She will awaken in three days. I will try to return within three days; if I do not return on time, you take care of her..."

Hearing Lide's words, Harrison wasn't surprised; from his perspective, the Lost Plane was merely an ordinary Plane, unique only in its great distance from the Main Plane, allowing those who came from there to be reborn.

Lide had even dared to occupy the Abyss; a Lost Plane was nothing daunting in comparison.

In contrast, the news of the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel excited him more.

"Everyone will follow your command, Your Majesty."

Lide gave Harrison a deep look and said no more, directly shattering the void before him, entering deeper into the Land of Bone-Burying and falling into a slumber, then directly returning to Earth.