Perhaps Malrik thought that Noan knew nothing about the Blood Tribe, so he immediately explained, "They are a tribe that uses blood as energy and food. You can also call them the Immortal Clan."
"The Vampire Tribe?" Noan recalled a vague concept of the Blood Tribe.
The books only mentioned that they were a tribe that fed on human blood, much like Vampires, and those who were bitten would become Half-Vampires.
Malrik shook his head and continued to explain, "Master, Vampires are an entirely different race. They masquerade as the Blood Tribe to conceal their inferiority and the filthy deeds they have committed."
"In reality, Vampires are just the Bat Tribe. They prefer darkness, fear sunlight, and die if they are stabbed in the heart or head. Most importantly, they enjoy sucking blood and spreading disease."
"But the Blood Tribe is different. If Vampires are merely merchants pretending to be nobles, then the Blood Tribe is the true Royalty."
"They are truly immortal, unafraid of sunlight. Naturally, they are very selective about their blood sources. They will choose someone they like rather than drinking just anyone’s blood."
Hearing this, Noan was a bit surprised. He hadn’t thought that the Vampire Tribe and the Blood Tribe were so fundamentally different.
"The Blood Tribe is very powerful, right?" Noan furrowed his brow and asked.
Malrik nodded. "Indeed. Every member of the Blood Tribe is born at rank A and at least level 2. A normal member of the Blood Tribe undergoes one evolution upon reaching adulthood."
"If they are lucky or possess a pure bloodline, they can reach a higher rank, like rank S, and at least level 8 or higher."
"Much evidence suggests that the Blood Tribe can stand on equal footing with the Dragon Tribe."
Hearing that, Noan took a deep breath, feeling that the Blood Tribe was formidable.
Just how powerful was the Blood Tribe? Noan wasn’t entirely sure, but he knew exactly how powerful the Dragon Tribe was.
If the Blood Tribe could rival the Dragon Tribe, they were not much weaker.
"So, is this place where the Blood Tribe resides?" Noan asked in confusion.
Malrik shook his head. "No, Master. I feel that this place is more like a tomb. However, just because it’s a tomb doesn’t necessarily mean that the Blood Tribe members buried here are dead."
"As I said, the Blood Tribe is known as the Immortal Clan. They do not die. But if they encounter some issue that affects their life force, they have a way to resolve it—hibernation." Enjoy new chapters from freewebnovel
"Their slumber is very long, possibly ten years, a hundred years, or even a thousand years. That is why, when they sleep, other members build a tomb for them—it is completely normal."
Noan furrowed his brows and said, "So what you’re saying is that there might be members of the Blood Tribe here, but they are in a hibernation state, correct?"
"That’s right." Malrik nodded.
Noan took a deep breath, then said, "In that case, we don’t need to explore too much."
"Heh?!" Malrik was puzzled. "Why, Master?"
"You just said that the Blood Tribe is very strong, on par with the Dragon Tribe, right?" Noan said. "If they aren’t dead but only in hibernation, and our actions wake them up, we will surely be killed."
Indeed, the Blood Tribe was incredibly powerful. If there were Blood Tribe members here, even Vylyss couldn’t save him.
Noan was no fool. He didn’t believe that he could recklessly leap into a pit of fire just because he was the protagonist and still walk away unscathed.
This was not a novel; every step he took was like stepping on thin ice. If he let his guard down, he would fall into the abyss instantly.
Perhaps for many people, curiosity would drive them to continue exploring, or they would foolishly believe they could tame a Blood Tribe monster and become a ruler of a region.
But Noan was different. He had the talent ’Almighty Fusion.’ Even without the Blood Tribe’s help, he could one day stand at the peak of this world.
He could achieve that as long as he had enough time and resources. There was no need to risk stepping into the Blood Tribe’s tomb.
"Alright, let’s head back." Noan immediately gave the order. He didn’t want to stay in this place for too long because his instincts told him it was dangerous.
Malrik subtly moved his hand, his actions mysterious and unnoticed by anyone.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, the cave trembled violently. The sound of a collapsing rock echoed, startling Noan.
A massive amount of earth and stone quickly sealed the cave entrance, leaving Noan confused, though he wasn’t too worried.
Vylyss could use space magic so he could easily escape.
However, Vylyss suddenly glanced at Malrik. The two seemed to share a silent understanding and subtly nodded to each other.
Noan then said, "Vylyss, take us out."
Vylyss closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, beginning to cast a spell. But... after a moment, she opened her eyes, her face filled with shame and confusion.
Seeing Vylyss’s expression, Noan felt a tinge of unease. "What’s wrong, Vylyss?"
"Master... I... I can’t use space magic."
Hearing her words, Noan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
What did she just say? She couldn’t use space magic?
"Are you joking? Why can’t you use space magic?"
Malrik spoke up. "Master, this place seems to be sealed by some strange magic. Vylyss truly cannot use space magic."
Noan’s heart sank. Vylyss was a rank B Hero. If something could completely suppress her space magic, it had to be at least rank A or higher.
That meant...
"Are you saying... that the Blood Tribe buried here has awakened?"
Yes, only the Blood Tribe or the System could have the power to imprison Vylyss.
But they were still in Zone 27, meaning Vylyss should have been able to use space magic freely.
Now that she couldn’t use it, eliminating the System as the cause, the only reasonable explanation was the Blood Tribe.
Malrik sighed and said, "Master, perhaps this is your destiny."
Noan’s face darkened. He had been cautious from the start. He had brought all his strongest creatures when he found this mysterious cave.
Even when Malrik mentioned that this place could be a Blood Tribe tomb, he immediately decided to leave.
But everything spiralled out of his control. Just as he decided to leave, the cave entrance collapsed, and Vylyss lost her ability to use space magic.
What did that mean? It meant he had no choice but to move forward and explore the tomb.
Why didn’t he just dig his way back?
Because he feared the cave would collapse further.
The entrance had already caved in, which meant the structure was unstable and could collapse at any moment.
Besides, he had walked over 3,000 meters in. How long would it take to dig that far out, even if the cave didn’t collapse?
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That was why he could only sigh and follow Malrik’s advice.
"Alright, let’s keep moving forward. Everyone, be careful and be ready to fight at any time," Noan said tiredly.
He felt like this was too much of a coincidence. Why hadn’t the cave collapsed before? Why had it only happened after he entered deep inside?
Noan shook his head and sighed, then led the group deeper into the cave.
After travelling another 2,000 meters, he saw the ancient stone gate that Caleb had mentioned.
"Huh!" Suddenly, Vylyss rose into the air, swinging her hand. Countless chains emerged and stabbed into the ground.
Moments later, the chains bound ten Desert Worms, pulling them out of the sand.
Krit! Krit! Krit!
The Desert Worms screeched in agony. They withered away like dried branches when they were pulled from the ground.
The chains instantly tightened. A cracking sound echoed as the Desert Worms were crushed into countless fragments.
"Master, there are no more Desert Worms here," Malrik said, bowing beside him.
Noan nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the stone gate ahead.
Then suddenly, he realized something very strange.