I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Sealed Land.

Miles upon miles of dark clouds obscured the sun, and the thick fog formed from ancient power was like the gaze of a demon, filled with a breath that made one’s courage falter.

At this moment in the sky, a creature with a wingspan of 26 blades, enveloped in the Power of Crimson as if it had sliced its way out of hell, unfurled its wings and soared.

With each flap of its tattered dragon wings, its speed surged, trailing a long crimson tail flame behind it.

What was even more shocking was the figure on the back of this being, made of white bones and with hellfire burning upon it. The figure was handsome to the extreme, standing straight and tall like a mountain, carrying upon his back a giant coffin shrouded in blue energy.

The coffin seemed like an item that had persisted through the ages, its surface adorned with patterns formed by the erosion of countless years, the imprints left by time.

The sky was oppressed with dark clouds, the earth roared with the monstrous Ancient Monsters, and Lide stood atop the first Undead Blood Dragon in the world, carrying a mysterious coffin that sealed an Ancient Evil. The scene was as striking as an epic, stirring deep emotions.

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This moment was one to be emblazoned upon the walls of temples to become a myth handed down through generations.

Lord Cap, unable to catch up with the Withered Bone startled by the coffin, was now following Lide and riding upon the Undead Blood Dragon.

Feeling the horrific aura of the coffin that was subtle yet unmistakable, the fear within Withered Bone continued to grow, having just experienced an escape from the terrifying Evil God sealed within, as if slipping away from the scythe of the Death God.

At this very moment, they were fleeing from the Sealed Land with all their might.

And Lide was, with every fiber of his being, battling the power of the Ancient Evil emanating from the coffin, his mind on nothing else.