Chapter 620 - True Ancestor’s Rage (2/2)

“Yes, this is what happened.” Ragnar described what happened and took out the gold coin. “This is his advance payment. Check if it’s

real.”

Ryan played with the gold coin for a while and nodded. “It’s indeed a gold coin. That man was rather generous to give such a large sum of advance payment!”

“Then what’s your thought?”

“Let’s accept it. Why shouldn’t we?” Ryan nodded and said, “All of the vampires’ enemies are our friends. I’ll tell you the intelligence and you can relay it to them.”

Ragnar nodded, not surprised at Ryan’s decision.

Even he found that cooperating with those people was not a bad idea.

About half a day later, Ragnar returned to the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss and met Roland again.

He then informed Roland of all the intelligence about the True Ancestor of vampires he was aware of.

After that, Ragnar left.

Roland and the others also left soon after Ragnar did.

Roland stuck a beard on himself and put on a wig. He then followed Schuck out through the main door openly.

Half an hour later, an elite squad of the city guards launched an assault on the bottom of the True Ancestor’s Pillar and searched the place thoroughly.

The middle part of the True Ancestor’s Pillar was an extremely vast and empty space.

A great number of beautiful magic crystals were hanging on the ceiling, all brought by the True Ancestor from the main plane.

She brought over some magic crystals every time, and gradually, the enormous ceiling had been decorated as if it were a flashing starry sky.

On the ground was a beautiful lawn. It was hard for plants to grow in the Netherworld. However, there were plenty of Druids among the vampires.

In the middle of the spacious lawn lay a yellow-and-white table that had fruit wine and cakes placed on it.

A beautiful black-haired girl was sitting on a chair and enjoying fruit wine in a white dress.

“We have a starry sky and a lawn,” said the girl, not without regret, “but we’re still short of a natural breeze.”

“Master, do you want me to cast Breeze on you?” asked the maid who was serving her.

The black-haired girl shook her head. “That’s unnecessary. The wind created by magic always smells funny.”

With this, the maid stepped back.

The black-haired girl was the True Ancestor of vampires. She drank the fruit wine and recalled the man she saw in the soul world before long.

The man was able to resist a strike from the Nether God’s clone!

That was quite a remarkable thing.

Normal creatures couldn’t look the Nether God in the eyes, not even the True Ancestor of vampires.

So, the Nether God always sent a clone to her when she wanted to talk to her.

Even though the Nether God’s clone was only one percent as strong as her, the attack the clone performed was still based on godhood.

It was not hard to imagine how strong the man was to have resisted such an attack.

“Things are getting tricky.” The True Ancestor of vampires was very powerful, but she never underestimated anyone.

It was all because of her experience in fighting the Church of Light.

Those people were ordinary human beings, yet they were fearless of death and didn’t hesitate to sacrifice themselves until they collapsed the magnificent vampire kingdom.

She was forced to hide here and there, and had to migrate to the Netherworld to stop the war.

The vampires never had the courage to set up a regime again, and the vampires who stayed in the main plane spent their time fleeing and trying to survive.

There was already an anti-vampire alliance that opposed her, and now she had another enemy whom even the Nether God would rather not deal with.

How troublesome.

The girl felt a headache coming on.

At this moment, a maid came from downstairs and walked to the True Ancestor. “My queen, according to Mr. Rexxar, someone on the street told him where the assassin lived, but by the time he went there, the assassin was already gone.”

“Anything else?” Hearing that Roland had fled, the True Ancestor of vampires felt even worse.

“Mr. Rexxar asked a lot of people and found that the assassin had companions, and one of them was likely a Saint Samurai!” “Bastard.” The cup in the True Ancestor’s hand began to squeak and crack. “I’ve already fled so far away to this place, yet the Church of Light is still coming after me like hungry dogs. Do they take my tolerance for weakness?”

She slowly stood up, and her eyes became bloodshot. She had burst into a rage.