Chapter 412: Peace Envoy (Part 5)

All the familiars and blood servants love to imitate nobles.

Every single one of them is a fake aristocrat at heart.

Because the Blood Empress and the Immortal King were nobles themselves.

But personality deterioration isn’t really the biggest problem.

The truly terrifying thing about the Blood Clan isn’t their cunning, treachery, or bloodthirsty cruelty—it’s the arrogance and contempt for others ingrained in their nature.

This means that “cooperation” has never been an option among the Blood Clan.

Between families, it’s always a fight to the death.

A vampire hates vampires from other families even more than it hates humans.

If the Blood Clan knew how to cooperate, with their combat power, the human race would have long become livestock raised by vampires.

Unfortunately, they can’t.

Because this is one of the underlying rules of the Otherworld.

The World Rules themselves restrict vampires, preventing the Otherworld from becoming the complete domain of the Blood Clan.

But now, even that iron law is starting to crumble?

No way…

Don’t tell me this is also a butterfly effect caused by me, the Transmigrator?

Don’t tell me it’s my fault?

No way! No way! NO!

So that means the West Sea situation was a trap aimed at me from the very beginning.

The target was the last Demon-Hunting Nun in the world.

The Dilmurt Family, Fabiana, Knight King Char, the Giant Whale Knights…

All of them were just pawns used to lure me into the trap.

As long as the Demon-Hunting Nun is eliminated, the remaining united Blood Clan forces can march east.

With the vampires’ special abilities—like cockroaches—they can never be completely wiped out.

And they can endlessly spawn soldiers.

Sooner or later, they’ll conquer the Royal City.

Samimi’s mind worked frantically, cold sweat streaming down her face. She even started shaking her leg.

She finally couldn’t stand anymore and walked to the city wall, plopping down onto a bench.

“We’re screwed…”

Even though her abilities countered vampires, she still didn’t think she could eradicate the Blood Clan entirely.

Because in essence, it’s like humans never being able to completely eliminate cockroaches.

She was just one person.

Even if she could share the Triple Flame Enchantment, that would only give her at most three Flame Warriors.

And now, a group of so-called “Vampire Mages” had already appeared before her.

She didn’t even know what to call them.

Because no one knew through what ritual the first Purebloods were born.

People only knew that all Purebloods were personally created by two Progenitors and were called [Princes].

But all the Princes had long withered and died after the Progenitors were sealed.

In other words—

These vampires before her were a brand-new system.

This went beyond the original novel’s setting.

It touched on the Transmigrator’s blind spot of knowledge.

But Samimi could still deduce from the available information.

Theoretically, there were only two ways for a human to become a vampire:

The so-called [Familiar] and [Blood Servant].

Purebloods would perform an extremely bloody and cruel descent ritual.

They would infect a pregnant woman with pure Corrupted Blood, and through some mysterious ritual known to no one, give birth to a [Blood Child] during the Blood Moon.

And the final step—

Was to make the newborn Blood Child devour its own mother alive.

Make the biological mother the first meal of its vampire life.

Only then did it truly join the Blood Clan family.

That was the [Familiar].

And this complicated descent ritual, if anything went wrong, would ruin everything.

It would even severely weaken the Purebloods.

That’s why the Blood Clan’s numbers had never increased.

The number of official members might be even less than the Dwarves and Elves hiding somewhere in seclusion.

And a Familiar was already a true vampire, able to drive [Blood Magic].

But at the same time, they would be completely suppressed by the superior vampire who gave them their bloodline.

They had to obey orders absolutely.

As for the making of [Blood Servants]—it was much simpler and cruder.

Just get bitten by a vampire casually.

If you barely maintained your sanity and didn’t turn into a Ghoul directly, you would become a Blood Servant.

Blood Servants were like eunuchs.

Their mental state was extremely unstable.

But they were abnormally loyal to vampires.

Their combat strength was also significantly stronger than ordinary people.

After all, Blood Servants were essentially Ghouls with intelligence.

But that was about it.

So following this logic—

If they could activate Blood Magic, they were true vampires.

Then that row of mysterious people before her were all “Familiars”!

Although they might not be as strong as Purebloods, being able to use Blood Magic was already a huge enhancement.

Because Blood Magic’s real strengthening was never the magic itself.

It was that powerful undying body.

Explaining it is a bit complicated.

To put it simply—

Someone had developed multiple forbidden secret arts for creating [Artificial Vampires] and [Mass-Produced Half-Familiars].

And their goal, like all villains, was to conquer the world.

“Archbishop Samimi, you should understand us best.”

“We’ve observed your battles.”

“Aren’t you also using magic to strengthen yourself?”

“Because you also understand that our great souls are bound within weak human bodies, and we’ll never have a real chance to rise.”

“Only eternal life and a strong physique can let us reach the root of magic!”

“You should become our comrade!”

The woman in red began trying to persuade Shalum to surrender.

Although Samimi herself was starting to panic, her Doppelganger Shalum remained cold and stern.

She had no interest in the so-called “Half-Familiars’ ” temptation.

And now, her only advantage was—

These foolish Artificial Vampires believed Shalum was the real Archbishop Samimi.

They didn’t believe in the false identity of “Battle Priest.”

Truly, “a wise man may be caught in his own trap.”

The real Archbishop Samimi was still hidden in the shadows.

She was the only one who knew the disaster was about to fall.

She was also the last hope of the human race.

“Samimi, Samimi, you have to pull yourself together. You can’t keep messing around.”

“You want me to join you?”

“Then how many of you are there? Where’s your organization? How big is it? What’s your next step?”

Shalum’s expression was calm as she began to extract information.

“As long as you accept our [Holy Blood Ritual], I will naturally tell you everything.”

Unfortunately, the woman in red didn’t fall for it.

She still knew nothing about the information behind the scenes.

But after a moment’s thought, the woman in red still took the initiative to explain.

“Alright, I suppose I can reveal a little to you.”

“Our name is the [Order of Compassion].”

“Hundreds of years ago, we began researching Blood Magic and Corrupted Blood.”

“We’ve long since solved the problem of violent Blood Magic backlash against the body.”

“Just by diluting Corrupted Blood and mixing it with several mysterious medicinal herbs, the backlash can be greatly reduced.”

“Finally, by selecting people with strong willpower and tough bodies, they have a chance to withstand the side effects of Corrupted Blood.”

“And if the experimental subject is a Magic User themselves, after injecting our carefully concocted [Holy Blood Potion], there’s an 80% chance they’ll evolve.”

The woman in red talked on, even starting an on-the-spot long-winded explanation.

“But the problem is—”

“Even after solving the backlash, the personality deterioration caused by Corrupted Blood has troubled us for hundreds of years.”

“This gradual personality transformation will turn all experimental subjects increasingly savage and bloodthirsty, beyond control.”

“Even if they retain their sanity, they’ll eventually degenerate into heartless scumbag demons.”

“It wasn’t until you, Archbishop, completely sealed the Blood Empress that our research finally achieved a breakthrough.”

“You made us successfully eliminate the personality deterioration brought by Corrupted Blood.”

“Now, just by drinking the [Holy Blood Potion] and matching it with this specially formulated [Blood-Stabilizing Divine Potion] from our order—”

“Personality deterioration can be eliminated, self-awareness can be maintained, and we won’t be assimilated by the evil Bloodline Progenitor.”

She began doing what all villains do:

Introducing her great plan.

“Our Order of Compassion’s philosophy—”

“Is to let all Magic Users complete their evolution!”

“Evolution!”

“Evolution!”

“Evolution!!”

The woman in red raised her hands high.

The crowd around her immediately shouted in unison, as if praising some Blood God.

“Evolution!!!”