I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 128: The Mining Team Takes Damage

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: The Mining Team Takes Damage

Lide couldn’t help but be tempted by Emi’s suggestion.

He wasn’t swayed by the distant dream of becoming a god, as he was still quite a ways from reaching level 15; becoming a god was simply not realistic.

What intrigued him was Emi’s profession, the Shadow Priest.

Emi, having already beco a Shadow High Priest, could convert others into the hidden profession of Shadow Priest.

The innate Talent Skills of a Shadow Priest fit extrely well with those of the Bloodline, and their combination could significantly multiply combat effectiveness.

This was sothing that Emi, the Shadow High Priest, had personally reported to him, and it had been weighing on his mind ever since.

However, the prerequisite for converting to a Shadow Priest was to beco a Priest.

But in Glory, apart from temples, there was no other way to convert to the Priest profession.

So Lide was moved.

The Talent Skills of this hidden profession, Shadow Priest, could be considered potent, and if Dawn City could have this profession, it would undoubtedly greatly enhance Dawn City’s strength.

Moreover, building a temple in Dawn City ant that he would have absolute control, and even if there were any mishaps, they could be corrected promptly.

It was, undoubtedly, a very tempting proposition.

If successful, the Bloodline would gain an additional hidden profession to choose from, and even in failure, there would be no loss.

“Emi, I agree to the construction of the temple.

However, how do you plan to spread the faith after establishing the temple?”

After any temple is built, it must inevitably spread the divine faith.

But Lide was not a deity, so spreading faith would require a certain thod.

And to spread faith ans the establishnt of a Sect.

The Life Goddess has the Life Sect, the God of Death uses the Death Sect, and the God of Justice has the Justice Sect.

He must establish a Sect to build a temple and must also define a Divine Position, and clearly establish the doctrine—it was not a simple matter.

Emi proudly patted his chest and responded confidently.

“Ancestor Crown, leave it all to . You only need to decide your Divine Position.”

As an Advanced Priest who had lived in the Knight Temple for decades, he was all too familiar with the workings of divinity.

Define a Divine Position, I…

Lide couldn’t help but wanly smile. Does my word count for that?

To beco recognized as a divine entity, a mortal must first possess a Divine Position. The Life Goddess’ Divine Position is Life, and in the entire Glory Main Plane, even evil creatures must show respect for the Life Goddess.

The Divine Position of the God of Death is Death. All beings after death who do not enter the Divine Country will be cast by the God of Death into the Nether River for reincarnation.

These are the two most powerful divine abodes in Glory, governing Life and Death. This is what a Divine Position is—clearly defining one’s domain of control. It is a necessity for each deity.

Lide, even if it was a facade, had to invent a Divine Position. Otherwise, there was simply no way to preach.

“Bloodline, Blood… just these two.”

The Divine Positions among deities cannot conflict, as having a conflict would be akin to two individuals sharing the sa power, which would likely lead to a godly conflict.

Thus, even if Lide’s temple was a pretense, he did not dare use Life or Death as his Divine Position.

Bloodline, Blood—he hadn’t heard of any deity controlling these two Divine Positions.

“Yes, Ancestor Crown. Wait for news from .”

After receiving Lide’s approval, Emi left filled with eager anticipation.

Researching godhood was truly a delightful endeavor.

Watching Emi’s retreating figure, Lide shook his head with bemusent, not taking it too seriously—having a zealous believer was just an unexpected bonus.

He could sense the weak Power of Faith that had begun to erge in his mind; it was so faint that the Magic Power consud by even a simple Mage’s Hand was tens of tis greater.

To reach a state where it could be of any help to him, he would likely need tens of thousands of Believers.

But with how few people there were in Dawn City, he held no expectations for this seemingly grand power in the short term.

He could only consider it an additional aspect of his strategy, to see if there might be so yield in the future.

Right now, the most crucial thing was to develop Dawn City, as this was the foundation of everything.

However, due to Frost Month, many activities could not be carried out, which left Lide sowhat helpless, and there was also the troubling matter of the ore.

The developnt of a city is almost an empty talk without the support of mineral veins.

Let alone weapons, even common daily necessities required the use of tal items.

Right now, Dawn City couldn’t even forge a kitchen knife…

It wasn’t easy.

Dawn City could not engage in trade with outsiders and there was nowhere to buy ore.

Trying to rely on acquisitions by the Crimson Mage Tower was just too much effort. Ore wasn’t like cotton or grain; the ti wasted on transportation every day made it unfeasible.

As Lide frowned, a pungent stench of blood suddenly made him whip his head around.

Tap tap—a series of hurried footsteps approached.

“Ancestor Crown, the Prospecting Team has had an accident!!”

A Bloodline covered in blood burst into the office, but there were no wounds on this Bloodline. Clearly, the blood was not his own.

Lide stood up, a bad premonition flashing through his mind.

There was only one Prospector in the whole of Dawn City, and if this Prospector had an issue, there really would be no one else to turn to.

“Lead the way, do you know what happened?”

Without hesitation, he strode out of the office.

The Bloodline who ca to report led the way with a very grave expression.

“Hena said he must report to you in person.”

Lide simply nodded without saying a word, his face also becoming tense.

Hena was a third-generation Bloodline, a descendant of Augustine, thoughtful and ticulous, and soone Augustine had strongly recomnded to him.

The Prospecting Team, although small in number, possessed two level 7 Magic Language Bats and also two level 8 Bloodline mbers. Facing common enemies, even if they could not win, escaping shouldn’t pose any problem.

But now, there were injuries, which ant they had encountered so sudden incident.

As Lide’s thoughts scattered, the two of them arrived at the ground floor of City Hall.

The hall had already been put under martial law. The residents who had co for services were blocked outside the hall while more than twenty solemn Bloodline mbers stood on guard around the periter.

Inside the hall, two Bloodline mbers lay on the ground, bloodied and weak, next to whom a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy was sobbing with tears streaking down his face.

Upon seeing Lide, the grounded Hunter struggled to sit up and salute, his handso face marred with gri, and his blue Mage robe more tattered than that of a beggar.

“Ancestor Crown…” his voice carried an unmistakable weakness.

Lide quickly stopped him.

“No need for so much formality; has soone been sent to get Magic Blood?”

“Clan Leader, it has been sent for,” replied a Bloodline mber who had stepped aside.

Lide nodded and looked at Hunter sternly, “Hena, what happened?”

“Crown… I…”

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Hunter, his attempts to speak coherent words faltering.

Jones, next to him, struggling to hold back tears, spoke up when he heard Lide ask.

“Kachar City Lord, Lord Hena was injured while saving .”

His young face was filled with guilt and sorrow; if not for him, Lord Hunter wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

“Saving you? Are you a Prospector’s apprentice?”

“Yes, Kachar City Lord.”

“What did you encounter? Why are your injuries so severe?”

Hena no longer had the strength to explain, so Jones took up the task of answering Lide’s questions.

“Kachar City Lord, we, we found iron ore.”

“What? Really?!” Lide’s eyes widened, a hint of joy erging on his serious face which he could hardly conceal.

Jones handed him the grey-brown ore he had been tightly clutching; it still retained the warmth of the boy’s hand.

With tears in his voice, he continued sobbing,

“We discovered a complete vein of iron ore,

But, but there was a One-eyed Giant near the vein!” Jones’s eyes showed a hint of panic and fear when he ntioned the na.

The sudden appearance of that massive figure had cast a great shadow over his heart.

“Lord Hena was injured trying to protect from the One-eyed Giant’s attack, and two blacksmith uncles were killed…”

Jones’s words made Lide’s brow furrow, and a cold intent flashed in his eyes.

A One-eyed Giant?

Even if you are an ancient giant, today I will make you understand the consequences of angering the Bloodline.