Priest Abraham sat gloomily in Bishop Doxia's exclusive seat, looking quite displeased.
"That brainwashed fool Doxia! He actually willingly abandoned his noble bloodline and betrayed the trust of our Vampire Clan Progenitor!" Low Bishop Goode standing below said angrily, his words containing some flattery toward Priest Abraham.
Although transformed into a second-generation vampire and having his status lowered, Bishop Good didn't feel a strong sense of status crisis. He didn't mind being lower in status than Priest Abraham; instead, he was ecstatic about gaining eternal life.
After all, flattering Bishop Doxia was flattery, and flattering Priest Abraham was also flattery—who cared who he flattered?
The reason Progenitor Abraham was so furious was that Bishop Doxia had escaped after being converted into a vampire!
That's right, he was the first person who didn't become ecstatic after turning into a vampire, and also the first who chose to escape rather than sticking together with everyone after becoming a vampire!
The worst part was that after becoming a vampire, he deliberately pretended to be overjoyed to deceive Progenitor Abraham's vigilance. Then, taking advantage of daytime when everyone dared not go out, he secretly escaped from the church and had been gone for three days now!
"Damn it, damn it, damn it! That Doxia wants to destroy our Vampire Clan! This is the crime of betraying our race!"
The more Priest Abraham thought about it, the angrier he became, wishing he could skin Bishop Doxia alive and scrape his bones!
If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have converted him—killing him outright would have been better than this!Now that Bishop Doxia had escaped, even if he didn't go to the Vatican to report them, if he ran to other empires and got caught, their Vampire Clan would appear before certain interested parties!
Once these heretics were discovered by the church, there was no doubt they would face the Holy Church's Great Sword!
Damn it, if even inside the church had become a vampire nest, could the Pope tolerate that?
Well, though the Pope would more likely want to become a vampire himself.
Priest Abraham took a deep breath, temporarily pushing Bishop Doxia's problem out of his mind.
Since he had already escaped, thinking too much about it was useless. At worst, Abraham would transform the entire Rino City into a vampire city, then use the whole city as cover to escape when the church came.
Instead, he, Abraham, had finally shed his priest title and completely become the uncrowned king of Rino City!
"Hahahaha!!! Coronation, I want coronation! I want to become the uncrowned king of Rino City!"
Priest Abraham had gone mad. The mental suppression caused by power in his heart had completely relaxed. His current lofty status in Rino City made it almost impossible for him to control himself. He only wanted to wantonly discipline the entire Rino City according to his thoughts to demonstrate his supreme status.
In other words, this was his first time being emperor, and the damn fool had gone crazy from it.
Desires and emotions suppressed for too long filled his heart with violence, making him now only want to recklessly release his various desires and experience the feeling of being superior to others.
However, in the next moment.
A transparent magnetic field instantly covered the entire Rino City at lightning speed.
This magnetic field's power showed little effect on Rino City's ordinary people, but when it acted on Norton's creations—the new-style vampires—its impact was tremendously powerful!
As the magnetic field instantly covered everything, an almost irresistible tremendous force instantly pressed down heavily on Priest Abraham and the other newborn vampires.
"Buzzing..." Priest Abraham's ears instantly rang, and he fell from his throne.
This magnetic field was completely overwhelming pressure for them, and it was terrifying pressure that transcended Life Hierarchy and Status Hierarchy. They couldn't comprehend the tremendous power within this pressure; this terrifying tremendous power contained countless pieces of information that left them not even knowing how to face it.
This level of disparity was no less than normal people seeing true ancient deities. Just the small amount of high-level information contained in this pressure that they couldn't understand was enough to completely shatter their spirits!
Priest Abraham's face turned deathly pale, blood overflowing from his nose and mouth. His flesh couldn't resist the small amount of information contained in this pressure, and even began to show some cracking.
Threads of blood marks spread across his pale skin, and drops of blood even began to overflow from his body.
Yet this blood also fundamentally couldn't understand or withstand the tremendous power in this pressure, only forming the most basic blood droplets that completely couldn't merge together!
"No! No!!! What is this thing, what is this thing!!! No, God forgive me, God forgive me!!!" Priest Abraham cried out in extreme terror and fear.
The glory and power of this Vampire Clan Progenitor had completely disappeared. The ambition and self-satisfaction in his heart had turned into the deepest despair and fear.
His noble vampire bloodline even made him completely unable to move; he had almost forgotten how to move his body.
A sense of life-and-death despair arose in Priest Abraham's heart. His noble vampire bloodline couldn't even repair the continuously splitting wounds on his skin. This made him truly experience for the first time what it felt like to be utterly powerless.
The second-generation and third-generation vampires were even worse off. Almost all of them were prostrate on the ground, heads pressed tightly against the floor, completely unable to lift them.
Fortunately, this aura disappeared instantly.
Almost immediately, Priest Abraham's cracked body surface, which had been sitting on the ground unable to move, instantly recovered as this aura dissipated. The second and third-generation vampires lying on the ground were also able to get up.
Everyone showed no more abnormalities, as if everything just now had been an illusion.
Priest Abraham felt the pressure on his body instantly disappear. This feeling of alternating tension and relaxation gave him a strong sense of unreality and made him lose the arrogance of being the Vampire Clan Progenitor.
It even directly suppressed his mental illness, making him return to his previous fearful, grandson-playing demeanor.
After resting for a long time, this group of vampires finally recovered from their earlier fear.
"Wh-what was that just now?" Priest Abraham asked in panic as he got up from the ground.
The more arrogant he had been earlier, the more fearful he was now.
"Oh no, Progenitor, did our insult to the church anger God?" Bishop Good was even more fearful. As a second-generation vampire, his pressure resistance was far inferior to Priest Abraham's. The tremendous power in that earlier pressure gave him the terrifying feeling that his body was gradually decomposing.
Although most high-ranking church officials believed God was fabricated by the church to dumb down the masses, besides God, they couldn't think of anything else that could produce such terrifying tremendous power.
Hearing Bishop Good's words, Priest Abraham nodded repeatedly, his face full of terror: "Yes, yes, yes, God really exists! We really angered God! How else could there be such tremendous power!"
Priest Abraham was almost completely exhausted. Fearful and trembling, he stood up wanting to kneel again and pray to God, begging for God's forgiveness.
But just then, a hoarse voice sounded from the window.
"God, are you talking about me? My diligent children."
The group of vampires suddenly started, then quickly looked toward the sound.
They saw that outside their room's window, hanging there was a humanoid species completely wrapped in rags, wearing a large cotton-padded jacket, with only a pair of completely crimson eyes exposed.
"Old Norton?" Priest Abraham cried out in shock.
That large cotton-padded jacket, those torn clothes—wasn't this the old beggar who always squatted opposite the church?