The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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Dragon Emperor Philip Rhys remained silent.

"This is the sacrifice they deserve."

King Hoyle I hovered in mid-air, looking down at the Dragon Emperor's enormous dragon body.

His eyes were bloodshot and menacing, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He looked nothing like a human emperor, but rather like a demon.

He seemed to be trying his best to restrain himself.

"You have been corrupted by divine retribution."

The Dragon Emperor clicked his tongue.

"So what? Do you think you can leave here alive?"

Yi Shi gripped the hilt of the Heavenly Punishment sword with both hands. The eerie bone sword emitted a dazzling golden light. When Yi Shi raised it high above his head, the light shone brightly, making the sword blade completely invisible, like a dazzling little sun.

Suddenly, within the sun, a sinister vertical pupil appeared out of nowhere. This pupil opened its eyes, revealing an incomparably dazzling pair of eyes, the color of which changed from every angle.

His eyes were cold, filled with contempt for lowly lives.

This is the arrogance of a supreme being.

God.

This is the eye of God.

The legendary omniscient and omnipotent creator.

Although He perished after creating the world, His body was broken into countless fragments scattered throughout the world, and the Sword of Divine Punishment was a part of God's body.

At the level of God, as long as no new God is born, His spirit is eternal, and He can be resurrected by preserving the remnants of His spiritual power.

The Dragon Emperor knew he was doomed the moment he was stared at by that vertical pupil.

The divine retribution was too strong.

The power of the Creator is something no insignificant Archangel King can withstand.

Long ago, when the dragons ruled the world, divine punishment was their strongest weapon, but it was later stolen by hateful human slaves.

Humans are the most cunning creatures in the world. They are skilled in all kinds of schemes, which is one of the reasons why, despite their powerful strength and vitality, dragons were still unable to defeat humans in their later struggles.

However, according to the ancestors' records of divine punishment, it is impossible for divine punishment to be so ridiculously powerful. At most, it is at the level of the Archangel King, whose position is above mythology.

But now, those vertical pupils staring at me are so real, as if they've come to life.

Something is wrong!

This is not right!

"Is He one of ten thousand, or the Creator?"

The Dragon Emperor asked, his voice trembling.

But he received no answer; instead, he was engulfed in the dazzling light.

Guberlan.

The dragon kings, who were still fighting against the imperial angels and knights in the city, instantly lost all their fighting spirit. They stretched their necks and roared at the gray sky over the capital, which was polluted by industrial waste gas.

It was a loud, mournful cry, as if in mourning, before they disappeared into the clouds and fled at high speed.

The Dragon Emperor has fallen.

The once invincible dragon race has fallen.

A hidden world.

Inside the enormous church, which was covered in thorns.

The vampire queen's face was pale.

The powerful impact from the outside also reverberated inside the church. Although she didn't know exactly what was happening outside, just experiencing it made her tremble with fear.

"Lord Ancestor?"

Suddenly, the church began to shake violently.

The crimson coffin, entwined with black thorns, at the very top of the church, suddenly began to tremble.

Sleeping within is Lilith, the greatest being of the vampire race and the oldest ancient god, the progenitor of blood.

"He...stopped Him."

A tremendous echo reverberated through the church's empty sanctuary; it was the sound of ancient night whispers.

"Our Ancestor, what's wrong?"

The vampire queen, her face ashen, knelt nervously on the steps leading to the main hall.

At that moment, the church doors were suddenly opened.

Only the queens of the vampire clan throughout history are allowed to enter here; no one else can. As the oldest deity in the world, no one's status can surpass that of the progenitor Lilith.

Even the Goddess of Justice, who is currently in the best condition among the gods, cannot do that.

The Goddess of Justice belongs to the new generation of gods, while Lilith is an ancient being that existed close to the beginning of the world.

Vampires were once human, but they were corrupted humans.

After gaining power, their bodies changed, they became bloodthirsty, and gained the ability to remain young forever. This trait was also passed on to their offspring, so they were ostracized by normal humans. Later, after breaking away from normal humans in a war, they established themselves as the vampire race.

“Authority, hidden authority, Lilith, you’ve lived long enough.”

The figure of the First Emperor appeared at the church entrance, holding the Divine Punishment, which was burning with golden flames.

At this moment, his state was very strange. His pupils turned into a majestic, flowing light that would appear in different colors no matter which angle you looked at them from.

These eyes were even more beautiful than the golden eyes of the dragon race, but they also exuded an indescribable evil aura.

The vampire queen could no longer be sure whether this guy was still Hoyle I.

Guberland, Cathedral of Holy Light.

The bard was no match for Pope Philomena; he was ultimately defeated and trapped within her magic circle, where he was about to be judged by justice.

Once the trial is over, the poet will be completely erased.

But at that moment, the entire square, including the Cathedral of Holy Light, suddenly trembled. Inside the cathedral, the huge statue of the Goddess of Justice embedded in the wall shattered and crashed to the ground, breaking into pieces.

"goddess!"

Philomena's trial of the poet ended abruptly. She suddenly collapsed to the ground, staring at the scattered statues, her beautiful face filled with sorrow.

"Now you should believe me, right?"

The poet, who had been thoroughly humiliated by Philomena, tidied his elegant long hair and sat down on the ground.

"Your emperor has gone mad. He wants to resurrect the original creator, the supreme being, not the benevolent creator or the all-knowing and all-powerful sage sung about in myths. He is the devil, the most vicious devil. His resurrection will turn every corner of the world into hell."

After saying this, the poet closed his eyes, collapsed in despair, and lay sprawled on the floor, no longer speaking.

Thorn Forest.

Forced by Kassalin, Philippa was compelled to return to Moonlight City.

What awaited them at the royal palace were two peerless angels of the vampire clan, along with a group of king-level figures.

How is this going?

Philippa was stunned.

The most senior vampire angel placed the thorn crown, a symbol of royal power, on Philippa's head.

Then He suddenly knelt down.

"Welcome, Your Majesty Philippa."

Then, all the vampire leaders knelt down.

"Kasalin?"

Philippa felt her little head buzzing. She tilted her head to look at Kassalin beside her, who was also in the posture of a vampire kneeling.

I was at my wedding just a few hours ago, so why was I suddenly brought back to be enthroned?

Could it be that……

Your Majesty,

Fallen?

impossible!

When did this happen?

She was perfectly fine when Guberlan's wedding procession arrived just a few hours ago!

This change is happening too fast.

Getting close to Philippa feels like a dream.

I can't accept it at all.

Chapter Eleven: Where Dreams Begin

After circling around the underground palace for a while, Leon quickly found a suitable sealing artifact.

This is a legendary sealed artifact of hidden authority.

The price of using this sealing artifact is the inability to sleep while in hiding.

Being unable to fall asleep is an extremely painful thing. For a human, going without sleep for about a week can lead to sudden death, while for a demigod with good physical fitness, enduring it for a month would probably drive them insane.

Angels don't need to sleep, but if they don't fall asleep, it's difficult for them to maintain a stable mental state.

Fortunately, Eric doesn't need to hide for long.

At least we can avoid this wave.

As for Eric's body, not sleeping for a month would have an impact, but not a significant one.

While trapped in the world of the book, Erik was reborn infinitely, and had already honed an incomparably powerful mental strength and willpower.

Through the sealed artifact, Leon and Erik entered a hidden world outside of this world.

The Hidden World is the domain of Lilith, the progenitor of the vampires. Under her influence, the world is almost entirely shrouded in darkness.

It was night here too, but not pitch black, because a bright moon hung high in the sky.

This is a rose garden, and at the end of the wooden stakes is a small house.

"I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for now."

Leon answered.

"Fortunately, I haven't gone crazy in the thousands of years in the book, so this place is pretty good."

Eric walked to the door of the cabin and pushed it open.

Small but complete.

The room contained a lot of simple furniture.

On the wooden clothes rack, there was a plain dress with a waist belt from the previous dynasty and a blue sunflower hat with wavy patterns.

This style of clothing can probably be traced back to the world a thousand years ago.

The clothes were covered in dust and looked like they had been there for a long time.

"These must have been left behind by the previous resident."

"Leon replied."

"Ah."

Eric nodded.

There's actually a story behind this sealed artifact.

"Leon said."

"story?"

Eric tilted his head.