The First Pope - Chapter 159

Chapter 159

Influenced by the Earth Mother's Temple, the area around the Mentos Desert was constantly battered by wind and sand. Cynthia and Olivia only began to talk after they had left the temple's vicinity, and the topic was none other than the Dragon Clan Leader, Ellen. Ellen's youth and simple personality were completely different from what Cynthia and Olivia had imagined.

"The Dragon Knights were created by the Earth Mother before she left the Sitatul Continent. Strictly speaking, the first batch of dragons created should be over fifteen hundred years old." Cynthia glanced back toward the Mentos Desert, her golden eyes looking somewhat profound. "But Ellen looks too young."

"Could it be that dragons mature later?"

Ellen was the clan leader of the Dragon Clan. Moreover, she knew about the plan to eliminate the monsters and recognized this body of hers, so she had to be one of the first Dragon Knights created by the Earth Mother. As for the few dragons by her side, they were likely young dragons that had been bred later; after all, they didn't even know what Vampires were.

Olivia shook her head slightly. "There is too little information about dragons circulating on the Sitatul Continent." She couldn't say for sure what the situation was with the Dragon Clan. But in any case, Ellen's simple nature was more reassuring to them. After all, the strength of the Dragon Clan was something one had to be wary of. However, there was still a more important issue. She looked at Cynthia and said, "Clan Leader Helen has many ancient books passed down from the age of the gods. Perhaps we can find a way to break the barrier in them."

The gods were not actually stingy with the races they created and would pass on some spells and incantations to them. It was just that the gods had been gone from the Sitatul Continent for too long, and the continent had experienced too many disasters. Some spells and incantations that were not used often or had high requirements for the user had all been lost.

Cynthia nodded. "The Witches have ancient books as well. We'll look for them together when we get back." After saying that, she thought of something and added, "I heard the Blood Demon was also trapped in the Temple of Darkness by a barrier, and it was the Garcia Witches who rescued her. Perhaps their memories hold a surprise."

Although the chances of finding a way to break it were slim, it was still far more reliable than Ellen's suggestion.

This was a barrier left by the Earth Mother. If it could be shattered by a direct blow, the Dragon Clan wouldn't have been trapped until now, unable to get out.

If it weren't for Ellen's serious tone, Cynthia would have suspected she was saying it on purpose.

It was just before dawn when they returned to the Slade Sea Region from the Mentos Desert. The violent storm had subsided, and a light drizzle made the entire Slade Sea Region seem as if it were shrouded in white mist. Cynthia and Olivia stepped onto the muddy ground and entered the city, yet their silver boots remained unstained by even a speck of mud.

When the two of them returned, they happened to run into Darcy, who was leading a group of God Race members out of the city. Cynthia and Olivia stopped, and the former glanced at the God Race behind Darcy, raising an eyebrow. "Where are you going?"

The God Race members following Darcy were Becky and the others from the Temple of Light. The Vampires in Thacker Plain had all been driven out, and they had finally regained their freedom.

Perhaps because they had been nourished by the power of light in the temple since they gained consciousness, Becky and the other God Race members, despite not knowing any spells or incantations, had a Power of Light within them that was not weak at all. When Darcy tried to teach them a few spells, they grasped them very quickly.

This both surprised and delighted Darcy. Although they had driven the Vampires out of the Sitatul Continent, a dangerous cloud still loomed over their heads. The war with the Vampires could break out at any time. At a moment like this, gaining a group of powerful clan members was undoubtedly a timely relief.

"We're preparing to go to Ochester." Darcy glanced at Becky and the others behind her and explained, "There are more monsters there. I'm taking them to get familiar with Light Magic."

Only through battle could they quickly familiarize themselves with Light Magic. Every member of the God Race and every Light Believer had gone through this.

It was just that the number of monsters was dwindling, and finding suitable monsters for practice now depended on luck.

Darcy sighed inwardly. "The environment in Ochester is more to the monsters' liking. I hope our old opponents haven't moved away yet."

Ever since the God Race's power had grown stronger, almost all the monsters that had been slumbering in the Slade Sea Region had left. A few remained in Ochester, but their strength was insufficient for Becky and the others to practice on. Cynthia pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "I'll find a place for you."

Darcy looked at her quizzically. "Where?"

"The Mentos Desert." Cynthia's red lips curved slightly, a hint of a smile in her golden eyes. "It just might be a little dangerous."

Hadn't they just returned from the Mentos Desert? Darcy subconsciously glanced at Olivia beside Cynthia, but it was hard to read anything from her cold expression. She shifted her gaze and simply turned to ask for Becky's opinion.

Becky had no objections. Going anywhere was a novel experience for them, and... she believed in Cynthia and trusted any decision she made.

The Mentos Desert had recently welcomed batch after batch of guests, and the most frequent visitors were the Vampires from the Blood Domain.

Although the First Generation Vampires were all sealed in Blood Coffins, and the Second Generation Vampires in power had no intention of finding a way to break the seal, this did not mean the Blood Coffins were unimportant to them.

The sealed First Generation Vampires could be said to be the origin of the Vampire race. Their status among Vampires was equivalent to the status of the gods on the continent. It was just that their strength was much inferior to that of the gods, and they had no truly loyal believers.

The dark constitution of the Vampires determined their character; ambition and rebellion were etched into their very bones. If the God of Darkness had not sealed the First Generation Vampires before leaving the Sitatul Continent, the current Second Generation Vampires would still be the most loyal descendants and subordinates under these First Generation Vampires.

But they were sealed without any warning, and the gods left immediately after. The entire Sitatul Continent now belonged to them, the Second Generation Vampires, so why would they want to find a way to break the seal? This was the thought of almost all the Second Generation elders within the clans.

As long as they had the Blood Coffins in their hands, as long as the Blood Domain was not destroyed, and as long as the First Generation Vampires did not awaken, their position would never be shaken.

Therefore, the Blood Coffins had to be right under their noses.

The night fueled the flames of the dark aura, but in the Mentos Desert, the wind and sand still reigned supreme. Several figures exuding a dark aura were thrown out of the Earth Mother's Temple. Inside, a dragon was still circling by the barrier, its thick tail slamming violently against a stone pillar, producing a dull thud.

The Vampires thrown out were Second Generation elders from the Blood Domain. They had been ordered by Samantha to retrieve the Blood Coffins. Although they knew that even with Avira's and Kate's strength, they had failed to retrieve the coffins, and that these dragons must be difficult to deal with, they were still caught off guard by how troublesome it was, even with their preparations.

These dragons already knew they were here for the Blood Coffins and had hidden them deep within the temple. If they wanted to get the coffins, they had to pass through layers of checkpoints: first, some young dragons with low combat power, then stronger adult dragons, and finally, dragons at the peak of their strength. They would often be swatted out of the temple by a dragon's tail on the final step, before they even caught a glimpse of the Blood Coffins.

They hadn't been treated like this since the gods left!

"These detestable dragons." A handsome, short-haired Vampire's face was filled with fury and hostility. His overly pale skin was faintly red with anger. He glared at the temple and said through gritted teeth, "I'm going to rip their scales off one by one."

Although he said that, the palm of his hand, covered in tiny cuts, showed that ripping off a dragon's scales was not so easy.

These dragons were actually similar in strength to them, but their scales and massive size were very difficult to deal with. The physical constitution of Vampires was already excellent, but they were still at a disadvantage against the dragons.

Even the scales of the young dragons were not so easy to penetrate.

The short-haired Vampire threw a huge tantrum but received no response. He turned to look at the Vampires behind him. Accompanying him was an elder from the Malkavian clan. This clan was widely recognized among Vampires as madmen. Their thinking was very erratic, and they were always researching strange and bizarre things. The appearance of the dragons had piqued their curiosity.

Originally, the one who was supposed to come with the short-haired Vampire to retrieve the Blood Coffins under Samantha's orders was not the Malkavian elder. But they insisted on coming along and even drove away the originally appointed member of the Assamite clan.

But the short-haired Vampire had no desire to have these madmen as his partners. He looked sullenly at the row of Malkavian elders, all of whom were standing with their heads down, writing rapidly on parchment with quill pens. He could no longer control his temper and roared, "Ernest, do you even remember Samantha's orders?"

The elder who was called out answered perfunctorily without looking up, "I remember, I remember."

The short-haired Vampire: "..." He must have been insane to come out with these people.

The short-haired Vampire glanced at the temple and was about to try again when he suddenly sensed something and stopped. He turned around, his nose twitched, and his brow furrowed. "This disgusting aura..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a dazzling golden light descended from the sky, engulfing them completely.

Using the sandstorm as cover, Darcy directed Becky and the others to continue casting Light Magic toward the temple. Only when the Power of Light in their bodies was depleted and the power of darkness drew closer did Darcy lead them to step back into a teleportation array.

By the time the Vampires finally broke free from the Light Magic and teleported over, there was no one to be seen except for a deactivated teleportation array.

The short-haired Vampire stood in the middle of the teleportation array, trying to search for the aura of Darcy and the other God Race members, but he failed as they were too far away.

"Damn it." The short-haired Vampire clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it fiercely into the ground, the anger around him was almost tangible.

When did this continent become so annoying!

In a forest half a continent away from the Mentos Desert, Darcy, Becky, and the other God Race members were gathered together, drinking Holy Water to restore their spiritual energy while discussing the Light Magic they had just used.

Using Second Generation Vampires as practice targets was a bit bold and dangerous, but the results were also very significant. After all, these Vampires were the enemies they would have to fight in the future.

Cynthia's idea was indeed a good one.

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