Versatile Mage: The ancestor of the blood race, the blood demon lord

Chapter 12 [Magic Wolf] Fenrir
“…He’s awake!”

Morgan really didn't expect that he would be able to see that guy awake again in his lifetime.

"Two little guys, just get some sleep. I'm going to talk to your dad first."

Originally, Morgan was going to use his ability to enter dreams to enter Hatti and Skull's dreams and communicate with the two children.

As a result, it seems that it is no longer necessary, as the true master of this empire has awakened.

"Xiaobai, there is nothing for you to do now. Just do whatever you need to do."

Logically, he should take Xiaobai to see that person, but unfortunately the other party's condition is not good and he probably can't hold on for much longer.

Xiaobai can only meet this nominal ancestor again next time.

When Bai Hen heard Morgan asking him to leave, he left without any hesitation.

What a joke! He was eager to leave as soon as possible. He would definitely miss such a good opportunity.

He felt so helpless following Morgan around. If possible, he hoped not to see this elder again in his life.

Seeing Bai Hen leave without any hesitation, Morgan began to doubt his own personal charm.

Why does that guy Xiaobai look like he dislikes him?

This is really bullying the vampires!

When his father wakes up someday, he will definitely have a good talk with him about philosophy!

"We haven't seen each other for about... 4,000 years, right?"

Morgan couldn't remember clearly that he had known this person much earlier than he had known the mother.

"Never mind. There aren't many opportunities like this to reminisce about the past. I hope you won't let me down."

After passing through countless seals, Morgan finally arrived at the core area of ​​this sealed land.

Looking at his friends who were trapped in the core area and controlled by heavy chains, Morgan didn't know what to say for a moment.

My dear brother, you have really suffered!

Back then you were a giant over a hundred meters tall, but now you are only the size of a floor.

It looks like being sealed and suffering a lot.

My dear brother!
"Long time no see... Fenrir, I never thought that we would meet again one day."

When they said goodbye, he actually already knew that it would be the last time they saw each other.

Fenrir was going to fight a losing war, and he was too weak to help Fenrir win.

He could only take Fenrir's two children, leave the place where the war would affect, and survive.

To be honest, this feeling was not good. He had a very good relationship with Fenrir at that time. It was as if he could not live and die with a brother and had to linger on.

Of course, this feeling only lasted for a brief moment. Morgan himself valued his life very much, so if he really encountered a situation where he was sure to die, he would definitely be the first to escape.

"Your strength is really getting stronger and stronger. Even though you are sealed, your strength is still growing. Should I say that you are worthy of it?"

It is hard to imagine how powerful Fenrir would be if he had not been sealed.

If Fenrir had not been sealed, he would have been a dominant monster among the emperors. "Long time no see, my friend. You have become much stronger."

Fenrir remembered clearly that before he was sealed, the vampire ancestor in front of him was only a commander-level one.

As a result, thousands of years have passed, and even he couldn't see clearly at the first time what kind of ultimate hybrid this vampire in front of him was.

The aura in his body was too complicated. It contained the aura of dragons, the aura of fairies, and the aura of strange demons.

It seems that this guy has eaten a lot of food over the past thousands of years, allowing his bloodline to continue to evolve.

That’s right, considering how much this guy values ​​his life, it’s normal for him to do such a thing.

Come to think of it, he had given this guy some of his own blood back then, but it didn't seem to be of much help to him.

"My old friend, please don't tease me. I am just a great monarch. The gap between me and you, the emperor, is too huge."

When this guy was an emperor, he was a commander. Now he is still an emperor, but he is just a great monarch.

This sense of gap is really huge. Things like talent and bloodline really determine too many things and events.

"Don't even mention comparing yourself to you. The two little guys I took care of back then have both become supreme monarchs."

"Your children are really talented. I thought they would still be great monarchs this time, but they successfully broke through and became supreme monarchs."

There is a huge gap between the Grand Monarch and the Supreme Monarch. Generally speaking, it is difficult to determine the winner between two Grand Monarchs even if they are in a fight to the death.

But the Supreme Monarch is different. One Supreme Monarch can defeat two great monarchs.

When two great monarchs join forces, it is not as simple as 1+1=2. When two great monarchs join forces, their combat power may be greater than that of three or four great monarchs.

Moreover, as the supreme monarch, he must have some extremely special abilities in certain aspects.

It's like the two children, Hati and Scylla. As the direct descendants of Fenrir, after they become supreme monarchs, the fangs in their mouths can easily bite through everything.

Even demons who are also supreme monarchs cannot defend themselves against their terrifying fangs.

But if you encounter a supreme monarch who is famous for his defense, you will suffer a great loss.

"Among their descendants, there are already great monarchs."

"Let me think about it, he should be considered your grandson, which means he is the third generation of your lineage."

"Compared to that, I am rubbish."

The creatures in mythology, whose ancestors are emperors, have imperial bloodline. As long as their descendants live normally, they can reach a level that they will never be able to reach in their lifetime.

"Don't be so sarcastic. Although you are only a great monarch, you are at least the ancestor of the blood race who survived the Age of Gods. I think your true strength is not worse than that of an emperor, right?"

Fenrir did not take Morgan's words seriously. Sometimes realm cannot determine everything.

The advantage of the vampires has never been in their realm, but in their immortality and lifespan.

Even if he attacked the friend in front of him, although he could kill him countless times, it would be very difficult to truly kill Morgan forever and prevent him from resurrecting.

At the same time, his blood fell into Morgan's hands, and Morgan was able to transform and become stronger, evolving more abilities.

(End of this chapter)