"Eyes of Justice and White Ivory have decided to surrender to me?
How could it be so fast? "
When Yang Feng heard the news from the envoys, he was somewhat puzzled.
Eyes of Justice and White Elephant's Ivory were two of Turandot Subcontinent's six overlords. They had ancient Warlocks' relic sites as their headquarters and were extremely powerful.
Yang Feng believed that as long as he was given some time to develop, he would definitely be able to flatten Eyes of Justice and White Elephant's Ivory.
However, he did not expect such an overlord force to choose to surrender so quickly.
Shayenna came to Yang Feng's side and said resolutely: "That's right, there's definitely a conspiracy!"
Yang Feng asked curiously: "Why?"
Although Yang Feng felt that there seemed to be something wrong, but he also couldn't tell what was wrong.
In terms of development potential, Yang Feng's Steel City was indeed far superior to Eyes of Justice and White Elephant's Ivory.
It was not strange that these two forces chose to surrender to him.
Ever since Yang Feng breached St. Kaulin City, countless large and small human forces in Turandot Subcontinent had chosen to surrender to him.
Eunice was in charge of dealing with the defection of human forces.
Although Steel City was still a city, its sphere of influence had already expanded to the point where it could rival the Black Dragon Empire.
This still didn't include Rose Garden's forces. If Rose Garden's forces were added, then Yang Feng's forces would be even more formidable and frightening.
Shayenna resolutely and decisively said: "I have studied the leaders of the six major forces of Turandot Subcontinent in detail.
Eyes of Justice's Acheson was brimming with ambition, and absolutely wasn't willing to be under others.
Moreover, Wild Claw and White Elephant's Tusk were like birds of a feather, always exhaling from the same nostrils.
Only White Elephant's Ivory had surrendered, while Savage Claw hadn't responded. This was definitely abnormal.
There must be a conspiracy behind this! "
Yang Feng said with a faint smile: "Heh heh, since that's the case, then reply to them.
Tell them that if they are sincere, they can come to Rose Garden.
Anyway, we have the upper hand. Even if they don't come, we won't lose anything. "
Shayenna said: "Yes, Lord!"
Yang Feng suddenly asked: "How are the preparations for that?"
Shayenna's beautiful eyes flashed with a dignified look as she said, "It's ready."
The corners of Yang Feng's mouth rose slightly: "Very good!"
The Tyans Dukedom was located next to the Satsuma Dukedom. It was extremely vast and had a population of more than a million.
That night, the capital of Duke Tyans' territory, Palmer City.
In the center of Palmer City, in a square lit with countless magic lamps, countless handsome young men and women gathered.
Countless handsome young men and women were venting their lust together, and the ground was littered with broken human corpses that had died with grievances.
Countless young human boys and girls were tied up like pigs, looking at the scene in front of them in horror.
From time to time, naked handsome young men and women would walk up to those young men and women. They would grab one of them as if they were picking food. Then, they would open their mouths and reveal their sharp canine teeth. They would fiercely bite the young men and women's necks and crazily devour their blood.
Those handsome men and beautiful women were the vampires and the servants they had created — vampires.
Kindred was also a kind of formidable race, after every pureblood Kindred reached adulthood, they would possess terrifying strength comparable to that of a level-1 Warlock.
Vampires, on the other hand, were pureblood Kindred who injected a drop of their blood into other life forms, infecting them and transforming them into their servants.
Vampires transformed by pureblood Kindred had an extremely low status among Kindred, and would be completely obedient to the pureblood Kindred who transformed them, without any power to resist.
There were two ways for Kindred to increase their strength. One was to slowly increase their strength over time.
The other was to absorb the blood of life forms with a formidable soul.
In Turandot Subcontinent, their favorite food was human blood.
The lifespan of Kindred was also much longer than that of many other races. A lowly Kindred, if nothing unexpected happened, could even live for several thousand years and slowly promote to a high-level Kindred.
Kindred was also a race that gave birth to handsome men and beautiful women. At that time, after Cangzhi Plane's Great Warlocks conquered the plane of Kindred, they treated Kindred as pets and brought them back to Cangzhi Plane.
In Turandot Subcontinent, because of this, there were Kindred.
For ordinary people, Kindred and Vampires were formidable and invincible existences.
But for human Warlocks, they weren't difficult to deal with.
Because the infection of Kindred was too strong, they were hunted down by humans in Turandot Subcontinent, and could only hide in dark corners.
It was extremely unusual for so many Kindred to gather in Palmer City.
Moonlight sprinkled down from the sky.
A blonde, peerlessly handsome, slender young man, exuding a charming temperament that would kill both men and women, slowly walked to the center of the square that reeked of blood and obscenity.
This young man was the only true blood Kindred in Turandot Subcontinent with Great Warlock rank strength – the Kindred Monarch.
Behind the Kindred Monarch followed twenty-five high-level Kindred. The twenty-five high-level Kindred were handsome men and beautiful women, making it hard for people to shift their gazes away.
Among Kindred, low-level Kindred were equivalent to level-1 human Warlocks, intermediate Kindred were equivalent to level-2 Warlocks, advanced Kindred were equivalent to level-3 Warlocks, and true blood Kindred were equivalent to human Great Warlocks.
True Blood Vampires had already purified the blood in their bodies to a terrifying degree.
In the eyes of some ancient Kindred experts, only true blood Kindred could be considered as their compatriots, while the rest of the Kindred were just ants.
True blood Kindred could also produce a large number of low-level Kindred by injecting their True Blood into other life forms. Ordinary Kindred could only produce Vampires, and their reproduction method wasn't much different from that of humans.
The young man walked to the center of the square and said in a loud voice: "My compatriots, my servants!
I am your Monarch, Rareet! "
"Monarch!!
Long live the Monarch!! "
"Long live the Monarch!!"
"…"
Earth-shaking cheers came from below the square. Everyone stared at the young man, their eyes brimming with fanaticism.
"We Kindred were abducted from our homeland by the damned human Warlocks and brought here.
For the past 10,000 years, human Warlocks have humiliated and hunted our compatriots, forcing us to flee like stray dogs.
Now, it's finally time for us to strike back.
As long as I, your Monarch, become the God of Kindred, then I'll shelter you with supreme divine power.
I'll turn the entire Turandot Subcontinent into our divine country. Any human will become our rations, our livestock, our slaves. "
"Now, pray, pray with all your might. I need your strength to help me ignite my Godfire, become a True God, and shelter my race."
Rareet spread his hands, a pair of wings unfurled from his back, and his imposing manner rose steadily. Countless moonlight sprinkled on his body, giving him a sacred aura.
"Mighty Lord Rareet, You're even more noble than the True Ancestor, a sacred existence."
"Mighty Lord Rareet!"
"You're the ruler of myriad races … You're the Monarch of the Night … You're the Sower of Fear!"
"Mighty Lord Rareet!"
"You're the Monarch of Blood … You're the invincible God of War … You're the God of Death who controls life and death!"
"Mighty Lord Rareet!"
"We offer our most pious faith to You. Henceforth, after death, we'll return to Your divine country.
We'll become Your shield, and resist all harm for You.
We'll become Your sword, and slash all enemies for You. "
"Mighty Lord Rareet!"
"May Your divine country be held high, and become a star in the sky!"
In the center of the hall, neat and holy prayers rang out one after another.
Many kindred respectfully took out Rareet's icons from their bosoms and placed them in front of them. Those icons were shrouded in a layer of dense faith power.
"I'll become the God of myriad races, and shelter you!"
Rareet's eyes burned with the flames of raging ambition. He spread his hands, took a step forward, and bellowed towards the sky.
Traces of faith power were extracted from Rareet's icons, and entered Rareet's body.
In the center of the venue, hundreds of thousands of kindred prostrated themselves on the ground, and extremely piously recited prayers.
Incomparably formidable faith power entered Rareet's body, causing his imposing manner to rise steadily.
Suddenly, a golden flame condensed between Rareet's eyebrows. In a flash, his life force underwent a terrifying transformation, transforming into that of a Star Warlock.
Rareet only felt an indescribable comfort from head to toe. His entire person underwent a heaven-shaking transformation. Countless knowledge automatically became clear, and he laughed wildly: "Haha, I've already ignited my godfire, and become a demigod. Who in Turandot Subcontinent can still be my match?"
At this moment, the black clouds in the sky churned and surged, and the world became dark. A pitch-black spear shot out from the black clouds, tore through space, and stabbed Rareet.
"No!!
Why?
Why is this happening?? "
Rareet faced upwards and issued an incomparably mournful, heart-wrenching, and lung-splitting scream. Then, like an ant, his body crumbled inch by inch.
"Idiot, that's because the Cangzhi Plane doesn't allow people to become gods on their own!"
Rays of light distorted, and Yang Feng's figure appeared at once. He watched Rareet's body crumble inch by inch, and his eyes flashed with a touch of a complex glint as he slowly sighed.
Gods were the most powerful beings in different planes.
Compared to the Warlock path, the God path had an incomparably huge advantage, and that was that they could live for a very long time. Even feeble divine force rank gods had a lifespan of millions of years.