Chapter 1: The Revival of the Bloodborn

The darkness of the crypt was cold, withered vines twisting around, and on the ceiling of the dome, a mottled mural of a skeletal god of death was looking down.

In the position directly below the mural of the god of death, a stone coffin rested below, the coffin made of white marble, finely carved with many strange runes and images of flying bats. Those bats were carved so vividly that it was as if they were about to fly out of the coffin the next moment.

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A thin, light, whispering sound echoed throughout the crypt as a faint blue ethereal light formed into a cloud of phosphorescent flames that floated beside a short, small-framed figure holding a skeleton goat staff and shrouded in black robes.

"Squeak."

A few rats dragging ugly slender tails, running along the corners of the walls in terror, when they occasionally turned back, from their bean-sized eyes, they saw that the person holding the skeleton goat staff, was using blood on the ground around the coffin, painting strange patterns, and with every stroke, there would be a weird and raw chant emitted.

"Blood to my blood, flesh to my flesh, I call upon you, vampire spirit. Through the night, through the darkness, through the blood, through the fire, I pray that you come and fulfill my wish. I offer my life, my soul, and eternal loyalty. Hear my call, Shadow Beings, and answer it!"

When the last stroke of the magic formation was drawn, the necromancer holding the Skeleton Goat Staff, almost with all his strength, began to chant the summoning incantation loudly towards the stone coffin.

Along with the necromancer's chanting, a gale unexpectedly rose in this airtight crypt, and the magic array drawn in blood on the ground emitted a treacherous red light.

"Hoo~."

Just as the magic array emitted its light, the gusts of wind in the surroundings rolled towards the sarcophagus as if they were instantly attracted by the stone coffin in the center of the question, and those winds drilled in through the cracks of the sarcophagus.

The necromancer who was holding a skeleton goat staff, stood up in surprise, and the pitch-black hood that she was wearing slipped down, and it turned out to be a young girl who looked to be less than ten years old, and she was wearing black robes and tights, and her clothes were embroidered with silver-colored symbols and patterns.

And her hair was silver-white in color, with long locks cascading over her shoulders, and her eyes were a deep blue color, looking as deep as the sky.

Her face was petite and delicate, and her skin was fair and soft, looking very pure and flawless.

"pia~pia~pia~."

Just in the moment when the necromancer was looking at the coffin in a daze, the coffin's lid gave out a knocking sound, as if something inside was about to break out, that terrifying sound, extraordinarily terrifying in the hollow and deep crypt.

"Gulp (sound of gulping)"

Even the necromancer, who had been immersed in necromancy for many years, couldn't help but take half a step backward as she nervously gripped the staff in her hand.

" Boom~."

With a loud bang, the heavy coffin lid flew away violently and smashed hard against the wall, leaving deep concave marks.

The coffin lid smashed against the wall, bringing up a burst of earth that filled the entirety of the crypt.

"Did it work?"

The tiny loli necromancer's eyes snapped open, pulling her staff further into her arms as she muttered in disbelief.

The dust gradually dispersed, and in the coffin slowly sat up a figure, tall and slender with pronounced muscle lines.

"Blood Descent, this must be Blood Descent."

The little loli necromancer's big eyes were filled with tears of excitement, her voice trembled from excitement.

After the dust completely dispersed, the little loli necromancer completely saw clearly, the appearance of the vampire in the coffin.

He had a full head of silver hair, which was draped over his shoulders, and the tips of his hair fluttered gently.

He possessed a handsome face with deep contours and proper features.

His eyes were deep and dark, taking on a deep-selected purple color that seemed to be able to penetrate one's soul.

His body exuded a dangerous attraction that seemed to have an unspeakable charm attracting people.

"Blood descendant of the great Vampire King, I am your faithful servant necromancer Sommerfeld,Eli."

Necromancer Eli rushed forward and respectfully greeted the vampire bloodline.

However, Eli waited for half a day, but the vampire sitting in the coffin did not have the slightest reaction, and seemed to be staring ahead.

"Am I dreaming, or have I traveled?" The vampire in the coffin reached out and scratched his head, but it felt like his skin was cold, as if he was touching a statue.

Lyle's eyes gently condensed for a moment and looked around, the environment that was pitch black was clear in his own eyes, when did his eight hundred degree eyes work so well.

And when Lyle moved his line of sight to the bottom, he saw a beautiful little loli is one knee road on the ground, and with a burst of language he completely do not understand what to say.

Suddenly, a pinprick of sensation hit Lyle's brain, causing him to clasp his hands to his head and let out a groan of pain.

As this painful sensation of needles stabbed into his brain, countless fragments of memories began to merge with Lyle, with each fragment was like what he had actually experienced in his life.

At this moment, Eli looked at the pained look of the blood descendant in the coffin, but held her breath and didn't dare to disturb, because she knew very well that this must be the violent reaction of the vampire's resurrection.

After all, the vampires sleeping in this coffin had already been a thousand years old, and no one knew what changes had taken place in the bodies of these vitalized blood descendants during this period of slumber.

"Oh, the red wine from Old John's collection." "I am the great vampire king blood descent, sleeping here, who will wake me up~." "How I miss Mrs. Triumph next door." "Blood, I want to drink blood~~.

Eli was dumbfounded as she listened to the mixture of two languages coming out of the Blood Descendant's mouth, one of which she understood, it was the old universal language of the continent, but the other was very unfamiliar.

"Hiss, that hurt."

Just as Eli drifted off, the chaotic fragments of memories in Lyle's mind rearranged themselves into order, and he finally realized what had happened, reaching out to rub his temples so hard that his stiff fingers couldn't feel the throbbing.

Lyle's sudden death from heart attack was caused by not paying attention to his body staying up all night.

At the moment of death, for some unknown reason, the soul was actually sucked into this body, that is, it became a vampire.

"You, the one who awakened me?"

Lyle skimmed over to the shocked Eli, and slowly inquired in the ancient universal language that he still mastered poorly said.