Volume 4 Chapter 112

Volume 4 + Chapter 112: Proclamation

“The capital’s garrison has collapsed across the entire front.”

“The Vampire Clan royal family has lost all means of resistance—find Miu Miu · Borgia!”

“Purge the current Vampire Clan Queen! The Vampire Clan does not need a muddle-headed, incompetent ruler! We need a wise and capable sovereign!!”

The armies of the Vampire Council of Elders roared as they surged into the imperial capital of the Crimson Empire, unstoppable in their advance.

The garrison forces alone were utterly incapable of holding them back. Under such crushing pressure, the defenders could not understand why the Vampire Clan’s imperial palace offered no aid—why no Vampire Clan Grand Dukes were dispatched, and why there had even been an order to cease resistance.

“Quick, don’t fall behind! We must be the first to storm the Vampire Clan’s imperial palace—don’t let this credit fall into someone else’s hands!”

Almost every member of the Council of Elders issued the same command to their subordinates.

The Vampire Clan is a race that places extreme importance on bloodline. Unlike other races, even if one possesses sufficient strength, an insufficiently pure bloodline can severely limit one’s path of advancement.

It may take an immense span of time—countless generations of familial effort before a bloodline is gradually recognized within the Crimson Empire and allowed to attain a higher status.

Beyond this, there exists another distinctive circumstance—

That is, when drastic upheaval occurs within the empire.

In chaotic times, it becomes possible to ascend in a single leap, even to achieve social mobility utterly unimaginable in the past.

Ordinarily, the members of the Council of Elders were unwilling to see such a situation arise. Yet since the Vampire Queen had resolutely chosen to stir the structure of the Crimson Empire, the Council could only harden their resolve, eliminate this ruler who opposed them, and install a puppet emperor they could easily control.

During this process, those who rendered great service would gain the chance to soar.

Families already occupying high positions were highly likely to gain prestige far surpassing all others in this campaign, possibly even rising to become the foremost Vampire Clan within the Crimson Empire.

As for ordinary nobles, they could leap directly into the ranks of high families, gain recognition from other clans, and become a new generation of “noble bloodlines,” sparing themselves a thousand years of painstaking accumulation.

All it would take was killing the Vampire Queen.

Who could possibly not be exhilarated?!

“She’s there! Look—quick!”

A voice rang out from the crowd, like a heavy stone cast upon a lake, stirring massive ripples that spread to every corner of the capital.

Everyone raised their heads and discovered that the current Vampire Queen, Miu Miu · Borgia had left the imperial palace alone. With no guards at her side, she stood suspended in the skies above the capital.

Her attire was clearly unlike the imperial regalia familiar to all. Instead, it was a style no Vampire Clan had ever seen before.

No one cared, nor did they bother to wonder, why the Vampire Queen wore such garments or why she had risen into the skies above the capital.

Almost everyone knew one thing.

This was the opportunity for social ascension!!

“She’s finally shown herself!!”

“Kill her!”

“Today is your day of death, Miu Miu · Borgia!!”

Nearly all Vampire Clan members went mad with frenzy—especially those of the Council of Elders. They commanded their subordinates to charge forward together and launch an assault on Miu Miu.

The strong among the Vampire Clan unfurled their black wings and soared into the sky, like flocks of crows intent on devouring the sun.

Yet among the many nobles, there was only one person who knelt upon the ground—kneeling in the most devout posture, facing the Vampire girl in the sky, displaying a faith akin to worship of a true god.

That person was Morton.

Outside the Vampire Clan’s imperial palace, Herman likewise knelt almost simultaneously, praising the name of the Divine Ancestor within his heart.

“Heh.”

Gazing at the Vampire Clan who resembled ravenous ghosts, Elizabeth let out a cold laugh. The divine halo behind her released a crimson glow.

“Domain Descends—its name: Sovereign of the Night!”

The nobles abruptly halted mid-charge, as if a pause button had been pressed upon them, forcibly frozen in midair.

Darkness swept across the heavens, completely shrouding the imperial capital of the Crimson Empire.

They felt an unparalleled pressure, as though their bodies were being compressed into spheres.

The Vampires who had been shouting moments before could no longer utter a sound. From the depths of their bloodlines, they sensed boundless terror—like the darkness that blankets the high heavens.

The sky, a vast, gaping void split open, and crimson blood poured forth like a deluge from a collapsing firmament, transforming into a torrential rain that swallowed the capital.

And that silver-haired Vampire girl was the one who ruled this world—

The Sovereign!

Whether members of the Council of Elders, soldiers loyal to the Council, the capital’s defenders, officials of the imperial city, Vampire Clan Grand Dukes, or commoners…

Everyone was doing the same thing.

They gazed up at the king in the sky, carving that image and that voice—into their very pupils like a brand.

“I am neither Herman’s dependent nor the Miu Miu · Borgia you believe me to be. I awakened from the distant past, bearing a heavy sacred mission, crossing time itself to revive in the present age.”

Elizabeth raised her hand. The sea of blood formed by the blood-rain responded to her will, thrusting upward executioner’s spears from below, precisely impaling every member of the Council of Elders—piercing all of them except Morton, one by one.

Before the eyes of all, the lives of the defiant were seized in the sovereign’s grasp.

“I wield supreme divine authority that surpasses the kings of all higher races, possessing the power to trample all the myriad races of the world! I am the Vampire Clan’s one and only true god—Divine Ancestor · Elizabeth!”

After proclaiming her existence, Elizabeth clenched her hand violently, as though crushing insignificant ants.

“Ah—!!”

Divine-Era Blood Magic erupted. Amid the screams, the rebelling nobles were all reduced to pools of blood, drawn into the sea of blood without exception—every last one dead.

This scene deeply shocked every Vampire. They all felt the terrifying might Elizabeth possessed and understood one truth.

Those who submit live, those who resist die.

“Welcome the Divine Ancestor’s return to her throne!”

Morton and Herman spoke in unison.

In the next moment, all Vampires chose submission. From every mouth, the same words were repeated.

“Welcome the Divine Ancestor’s return to her throne!”

Faith in Elizabeth began to take root in the present world.

…

…

Somewhere far away.

The “storm” ravaging this land suddenly came to a halt.

They were the undead legion that struck terror wherever it went.

“My king, what is the matter?”

Sigma, a high-ranking undead and retainer of Daleks, looked at the sovereign he served with a puzzled expression.

The King of Storms stopped advancing. He slowly turned around, as if sensing something, his gaze shifting little by little before finally fixing on a single direction.

That direction was—The Crimson Empire.