Chapter 640: Chapter 360: Conscience and Bottom Line (2-in-1)
This filled Yinluo’er with unparalleled anger and frustration.
How much effort and hard work did he put into climbing to his current position?
And yet, before he could enjoy it for long, you tell me I am to become a sacrifice?
This is something Yinluo’er absolutely cannot accept!
However, amidst his anger, as the clan leader of the Longus Clan, he also learned of the "solution" proposed by the Six Great Clans.
That is to replace the sacrifice from the clan leaders of the Six Great Clans with the lower-tier Blood Race under their jurisdiction!
These lower-tier Blood Race members basically possess the bloodlines of the corresponding clans, albeit diluted, but they are numerous.
"The original ancestors of the Six Great Clans bore the primordial bloodline, their lifespans are almost immortal."
"Thus, none of them can endure its awakening."
"Yet under its curse, the rich bloodline was fragmented, even the bodies of the low-tier Blood Race carry its power..."
"As long as the numbers are sufficient, they can replace the clan leaders as sacrifices..."
"This makes the High Tier Blood Race less resistant to its awakening, and they even begin to anticipate its revival, admiring it."
"Heh..."
At this point, Yinluo’er laughed, his laughter filled with mockery.
"They possess formidable power, and due to their greed, they catalyze countless curses, savor the most delicious blood, and can evade the pain brought by curses..."
"While the low-tier Blood Race can only snatch blood tainted with putrid stench, tortured by curses, their dignity trampled by the High Tier Blood Race..."
"Even the sacrifices must be replaced by these pathetic beings..."
"I don’t know the significance of such souls being born into this world..."
At this point, Yinluo’er’s eyes were filled with a repressed fury.
Yes, he wants to become part of the privileged class, yes, he is selfish.
But as someone from the lower-tier, he cannot calmly accept this outcome.
If he wasn’t so fortunate, would he too be muddleheadedly sacrificed by these High Tier Blood Race amid curses and pain?
He is selfish, but he has some conscience and a baseline!
"So, you choose to strike against the Scarlet Sacrificial Rite?"
Rogel asked.
Yinluo’er slowly nodded: "I know doing this is probably a long shot, and also quite naive, but..."
"...I want to overthrow that high and mighty throne!"
Yinluo’er said solemnly.
"You’re an interesting fellow."
Rogel chuckled, stood up, and patted his shoulder.
"I come from the Sea of Confession near the Blood Sea."
"That place is a settlement for humans, and also where my believers reside."
"To me, a powerful being suddenly awakening in the neighboring Blood Sea brings me no benefits."
"So..."
"Duke Yinluo’er, care to make a deal?"
Rogel’s voice whispered into Yinluo’er’s ear.
Facing his offer to trade.
Yinluo’er was silent for a moment: "Since you have believers, you must also enjoy the privileges and sit on a throne, so why trade with me?"
He looked at Rogel, without the slightest fear in his eyes.
In response to his question.
Rogel merely chuckled softly.
"The stiff, cold throne doesn’t interest me."
"In comparison, I prefer a vibrant world."
These words heavily weighed on Yinluo’er’s heart.
After a moment’s contemplation, he took a deep breath, stood up, and extended his hand towards Rogel.
"A pleasant trade, Mr. Rogel."
Yinluo’er’s voice was steady and strong.
...
The Gelin slowly sailed away from the giant ship.
"What did you say to that Blood Race grand duke?" Lina looked at him curiously.
"Made a deal." Rogel smiled and patted her head, then glanced at the duke’s giant ship: "He’s an interesting fellow."
Yinluo’er is undoubtedly a selfish guy.
But he also has his baseline and conscience, and is willing to act for it.
Perhaps this Blood Race, who climbed from the bottom to the top step by step, really can accomplish the feat of overthrowing the throne...
...
The Blood Empire Imperial City.
After several days of voyage, the Gelin finally reached the central island of the Blood Sea.
This is the most prosperous place in the whole Blood Empire and also the political heart of the Blood Empire.
What’s noteworthy is that the Imperial City of the Blood Empire isn’t inside this island, but above it!
This is a grand imperial city crafted from Blood Crystal Stone, held afloat by Blood Race Secret Technique above the island!
Below the island, it is the residence of middle and lower-tier Blood Race.
On the lower island, countless busy Blood Race members go about their tasks.
Even with powers beyond ordinary humans, here they do work just like ordinary people.
Each Blood Race possesses some Extraordinary Power, but not much.
For instance, their strength might be slightly greater than ordinary humans, their Life Force slightly stronger.
In a group of ordinary people, each of them could be an oppressive presence.
Yet in this Blood Sea densely populated with Blood Race, and on the central island of the Blood Sea, these traits become tools for High Tier Blood Race to further exploit them.
Such great strength?
Then carry more things.
Such tenacious Life Force?
Then no need to take leave when falling ill.
Thanks to these traits beyond ordinary humans, the Blood Empire Imperial City, even in its ordinary areas, seems incredibly bustling.
Only, this prosperity seems irrelevant to the lower-tier Blood Race.
"Onto the island."
Rogel directly enveloped the group in the Power of Authority of Mystery, stepping onto the island.
As for the Gelin, it was protected below by Heisatan, quietly anchored in the sea, waiting for their return.
The Blood Race on the island comes and goes.
Yet Rogel’s group seemed not of this world, passing through approaching Blood Race as if intangible.
This naturally demonstrates the Authority of Mystery.
"Wow? So magical~"
Noemi’s eyes shone brightly, exuberantly passing back and forth, waving her hand in front of a Blood Race member.
"Hmm... Because of differing food requirements, the goods sold are different..."
Mira had no time for leisure, directly pulling Yas to various stalls to inspect the Blood Race merchants’ offerings.
Among them, the freshest livestock is most popular.
Most commonly sheep.
But the necks of these sheep are thoughtfully shorn, smooth and comical-looking.
"They even sell blood scabs..."
Yas looked with surprise at the goods sold at a stall.
"Absolutely putrid..."
Hudson frowned slightly, detesting this environment crowded with Blood Race.
If it weren’t that the person they sought was on this island, Hudson would never have come.
"I’ve even blocked out the smell."
Rogel, hearing this, rolled his eyes.
Hudson said nothing, silently moving to a less frequented area.
"Hahaha, get lost! All of you get lost!"
"You despicable low-tier Blood Race!"
While the Gelin crew marveled at the bizarre sights on this island ruled by the Blood Race, a commotion erupted ahead.
The group looked toward the noise.
They saw a youthful High Tier Blood Race unfurling blood-red bat wings, flying recklessly through the bustling streets.
Behind him were several other High Tier Blood Race members.
They seemed to be conducting some form of competition.
Bang—
A dull sound echoed, one High Tier Blood Race directly sent a lower-tier Blood Race flying.
The Blood Race hit fell backward several dozen meters away, collapsing to the ground unable to rise, coughing up blood vehemently.
Yet the Blood Race who hit him merely cursed, apparently quite irritated.
"Damn despicable mutt, really blind!"
He was exceedingly unhappy, wanting to torture the lower-tier Blood Race a bit, but not wanting to lose the race, snorted coldly and resumed speeding up.
Their speed was rapid.
In a blink, they reached the vicinity of Rogel’s group.
Of course, they couldn’t see those on the Gelin.
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