The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!

Tiris slowly opened her eyes and looked at the attendant, only reacting after a while, "Alright, I understand."

Looking at her younger brother, Tiris said helplessly, "Why doesn't our Ganggro Family have descendants like Jones Dracula? He was born into such a withered family. Is this a mockery of all of us?"

...

In the dim firelight, the seven princes of the Sambo Family gathered around a round table once again. Yet there was only silence, an endless silence.

When the issue escalated to the reform of the entire Blood Clan, reaching a point where even the Elder Council needed to consider, it was no longer something that the few major families could decide or intervene in privately. Any excessive action could easily become a handle for future accusations. No one was willing to test it.

...

The Blood Clan was a malformed race, different from almost all other races.

On one hand, they possessed all the characteristics of dark attributes, even more pronounced than the infamous demons in terms of decadence, lack of progress, cruelty, division, and internal strife.

You have to admit, demons still put in considerable effort in their confrontation with Heaven; they merely tempted others into depravity. The Blood Clan, however, truly practiced it.

On the other hand, they had the unique authority—the Elder Council. All their bloodlines originated from the elder Bartholomew, the first Blood Clan member, perpetually immersed in darkness...

...

Despite being extremely isolated from external news, even to the extent of turning a deaf ear, this time was different.

The speed at which the news spread far exceeded everyone's expectations. Just a few hours later, it had even reached Jones's biological father, Hayman Dracula.

"I can hardly believe we once chased him." Count Messier said to Count Dracula, "A friend of mine told me your son challenged the Elder Council at the hearing, even issuing a war ultimatum. He saw it with his own eyes, heard it with his own ears."

Count Dracula could hardly believe his ears, "Did he really do that?"

"My friend wouldn't lie to me. We thought it was incredible enough that your son could become the Lich King's foster son, but then he created Giant Snake City. We thought that was impressive enough, yet he became another Lich King. He even had the power to challenge the Elder Council, making them reconsider. To him, we are insignificant, utterly trivial. And you even thought of stopping him back then... isn't it laughable? Duke Clement was right, your son is extraordinary. Just these few years? Someone like him is the true master of this world. Compared to his life, we are merely wasting our time."

Hearing this, Count Dracula was utterly bewildered.

...

The clouds over High Court rolled as they always did, shrouding this city of eternal night. Lightning constantly leaped back and forth in the high sky.

Although everything seemed almost unchanged, everyone knew that a massive storm was brewing. The only difference was whether it would lead to war or reform.

Everyone whispered amongst themselves, but nobody had the power to alter it.

Jones stood on the balcony, quietly gazing down the mountain. His height barely surpassed the balcony railing by one head.

Despite appearing frail, his gaze was unusually firm.

At this moment, he was the very center of the whole storm.

Adelle stood beside him, holding a drink, keeping him company.

"Do we need to leave here first?" Adelle said softly, "If the outcome might be war, I have no doubt about Giant Snake City's combat strength, but after all, we are at High Court. Your army is not here."

Jones took out a Giant Snake City's Nine-petal Snake Flower badge from his pocket, letting Adelle take a glance before putting it away.

"What is this?"

"A locator," Jones said softly, "This one is specially made to locate my position. If something goes wrong, the portal will open within a minute. Currently, there are twenty liches in Giant Snake City casting spells day and night, constantly keeping the Array running. Erin and the others only need to buy me one minute."

"So... you were prepared for war from the start, weren't you?"

"I wouldn't say that, I merely learned from my father's experience of being attacked. *Righteousness will not be defeated in the same way twice.*"

Belle, standing behind, was completely stunned.

Adelle could only laugh wryly, "Honestly, I think you... are much stronger than me."

Turning his face, Jones smiled faintly and said, "Actually, the difference between individuals isn't that big, only the environment differs. You grew up in comfort, it's normal to lack a sense of crisis. I have participated in many wars, wars taught me many things. Inevitably, my perspective changed."

"Lord Jones." Suddenly, Dora, dressed in battle attire, came to the balcony and saluted respectfully, "I have informed Giant Snake City to seal the borders and enter military readiness. The eleventh and twelfth legions have deployed in Giant Snake City in a crescent formation. The all-city magic surveillance array has been activated according to your instructions. The third, sixth, and seventh legions are ready for transportation. The first and ninth legions have received orders and are maneuvering; they will soon reach their designated readiness spots."

"Understood."

Dora left to make other preparations.

Belle couldn't recover from her shock.

*This must be the difference between a noble and a knight.* Most nobles only talk big, accustomed to slowly evolving through scheming and plotting. Knights, however, were always ready for sacrifice, always poised to draw their swords.

The Blood Clan members of High Court were all nobles; Jones was a knight.

Both were of the Blood Clan, yet essentially two entirely different species. Nobles could broker peace for enough benefits, but once a peace-loving knight tore off his mask, it would result in a relentless war.

...

At the top of High Court Mountain, countless voices whispered.

"I can't believe we are arguing over a mere 76-year-old child."

"This child commands over a hundred Ten-thousand-year-old Liches."

"I told you before, he wouldn't agree, but you didn't believe me. What can I say? If I possessed a hundred Ten-thousand-year-old Liches, I wouldn't easily give in either. You actually used the tone for common Blood Clan members to pronounce judgment; it was a diplomatic incident from the start!"

"But what does he want? Gold Coin? What can Gold Coin bring him? Would he wage war over a pile of meaningless metal?"

"Didn't you understand his words? *Faith, for faith.*"

"Oh, damned faith again. We've been fed up with the faith of Heaven and Hell long ago, and now our own descendants have faith. The Kolin Peninsula will no longer be pure."

"Faith built on piles of Gold Coins?"

"I don't know whether he's doing it deliberately or unintentionally, but he has indeed hit our crucial point. If he resolutely wages war, it's not about winning or losing. We will inevitably be drawn into the continent's conflicts. This violates our agreement with Heaven and Hell. You must admit that the secret pact is crucial for the survival of our Blood Clan."

...

On the balcony, Jones still quietly overlooked High Court, this sinful city. This city, which in his faith, had ample reasons to be destroyed.

...

"*We should re-examine the current issues, really. Reconsider. The issue of Giant Snake City is far bigger than we imagined. It's impossible to solve easily.*"

"Agree."

"Agree."

"Well... alright, I agree too."

"I've heard what Heaven once encountered; this little guy is just like his foster father. Alright, I agree."