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Chapter 649 The Tyrant of the Blood Kingdom (Seeking monthly votes, adding 811 more chapters)
at night.

Jiang He and Duke Wiglitz returned to Medici Castle.

"Tomorrow morning is the Holy Domain Battle stage of the Sacred Martial Arts Tournament."

Inside the carriage, Duke Vigrid said, "Considering the approaching Holy War and the Grand Scholar's planning of the church annihilation incident, the Holy Counts, busy preparing for war, will generally not meddle in other people's business. Therefore, your unknown opponent is probably already quite familiar with you."

"Familiar?" Jiang He remained noncommittal.

Because he didn't have any, he never even showed off his hero's armor. His opponents only knew about the Jiang King Armor and the Thorn Hand, as well as his ability to use speed and strength, or to produce a large number of high-level spears in a short time. Overall, it was just the tip of the iceberg.

Of course, he also has many abilities that cannot be revealed, such as the Black Sun and the Space World, the Sun and the Authority over Space. The others are not so important, as those who have seen them have basically all perished.

However, there was one thing Jiang He knew he had to pay close attention to: the Time Ring must never be used publicly, otherwise, with the Holy Emperor's discerning eye, it would be easy for him to guess the truth about the potion's efficacy.

“Griffiths,” Duke Vigrid said, “The intelligence the Prime Minister gave you should also include him. He is the rising star knight under the Duke of the West, whose reputation has soared in recent months. He is said to be very good at attacking fortified positions and is your opponent in the round of 32 to 16.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang He narrowed his eyes. Griffith, if the name was correct, was the Holy Knight who had carried out the mission of destroying the world with him. His player title had appeared in the Origin Channel.

"You decide for yourself."

"If you have no intention of retaliating against me, then we are now allies. We'll destroy Fisher Manor with a single shot and kill the deputy judge on the spot. As for your belief in the Father of God, don't make me laugh." Duke Vigrid sneered.

Jiang He remained silent. If the other party knew his temper, they would probably have already started a war by now. Apart from a few core members of the team, he was actually quite impatient with everyone, including people like Shindai Future.

At the end of the road, the Medici Castle was brightly lit.

Handsome and refined young noblemen, beautiful and charming young noblewomen, wealthy merchants clinking glasses and renowned and powerful adventurers, as well as all kinds of artists, the Medici family's castle is the empire's most prestigious social venue.

“Energy can flow and it can also solidify. The attention of the empire’s elites is focused on this, and because of inertia, it has endured for a long time. Our Medici family has indeed drawn strength from it, whether it is faith or power.”

"It is indeed a very interesting theory."

The carriage stopped, and Vigrid alighted. He knew very well what kind of chaos Rhein Augustus would cause if he were present at the meeting.

But the other party didn't seem interested in these things.

"You're not just nervous, are you?" Vigrid said with a faint smile.

Jiang He was too lazy to argue. Compared to the grand ceremony of worshipping Heaven when the emperor ascended the throne, where the mountains shouted "Long live the emperor!", this occasion was indescribably different.

"A bunch of self-proclaimed superior people from Beijing."

Viglid: "..."

It is simply contrary to Tiangang!

The two arrived at the top floor of the castle through the family passage. The Duchess had not prepared a dinner party, nor did she even show her face. After all, the Marquis of Rhine had punched her husband at the Golden Castle, which had caused her to lose face.

The main hall on the top floor is adorned with a nine-tiered crystal chandelier hanging from the dome, its cascading form resembling a cascading silver river. The walls are covered with hand-embroidered crimson velvet, and masterpieces are displayed in succession. Gilded candlesticks illuminate the paintings, and the artists, naturally, do not hesitate to shower their biggest benefactor with praise.

Their footsteps landed on the patterned magic steel floor. Beneath the intricate patterns of interwoven rosewood and dragon bloodwood lay exquisite matrix designs created by alchemists. Around them were oak doors inlaid with magic crystal dragon head knockers, each leading in a different direction.

The Medici family castle, in essence, was a defensive stronghold. Its internal structure was like a maze. Jiang He sensed no fewer than a handful of sacred domains. This was the headquarters of the Ten Gods Cult.

"Therefore, the Holy War Army is also under your control."

Vigrid paused, turned back, and said seriously, "That's not accurate. The only thing I can fully control is conquering the church. Since God descended to earth, my voice has been severely diminished. Every church is waiting for their own God to return to his full glory. In comparison, the Church of God Father is actually at a disadvantage in terms of offspring."

"According to ancient beliefs, the Heavenly Father is currently the most powerful being in the Age of Heroes. Although he is the father of all beings, he also possesses the authority over death."

"So you are the conqueror," Jiang He said calmly.

In an instant, Vigrid's eyes changed. The killing intent that he had not shown even when he was hit hard in public suddenly burst out. Of course, he didn't care about losing face, because as a god, he didn't have much of a feeling about this.

Jiang He said, "The most straightforward answer to the question is: understanding the Heavenly Father, controlling the conquest of the Church, and the hidden strength of a hero at the peak. Why be blindly angry?"

"The only problem is time."

Vigrid lowered his eyes, suddenly chuckled, and casually said, "Unlike other gods, I came down here voluntarily a long time ago, keeping it a secret. The core secret of the dragon family's transformation from a belief in conquest to a belief in the Heavenly Father is something I've always been curious about."

In every era, there exists a supreme god whose power can reach the peak of hero strength. In the past, it was the Sun, then He, then the Heavenly Father, and before that, the Whisperer, the Storm, the Divine Knight, and so on.

For the "Conquerors," if they can uncover the core secrets of the dragon family's faith, they might significantly enhance their control over the faith, regain their position as the head of the gods, or even extend the time they remain the head of the gods. Such a reward makes the risk worthwhile.

Jiang He asked earnestly, "How do I ascend to heaven?"

"Heaven" is a concept from the Church of God.

"When a god returns to the pinnacle of heroism and once again comprehends the power of heaven and earth, he can return to his original position and remain in the mortal world. However, we are beings of nature, naturally belonging to the sky, while the earth originally belonged to the Titans. To allow fanatical believers to ascend to heaven, a considerable amount of faith power must be paid..."

Vigrid was startled.

He inexplicably developed a subconscious connection with the Marquis of Rhine, becoming equals and able to talk about anything.

“A terrifying allure.” Vigrid gave Jiang He a deep look. He wasn’t even aware of when this change had begun until he uttered the core knowledge of the nature gods, which jolted him awake.

Vigrid clapped his hands with a complicated expression, and an elderly butler with white hair appeared.

"It's time for you to rest."

"If your breakfast is white bread, I'll punch you again."

"Then you might as well starve to death."

Viglid disappeared through the door, and the old butler led Jiang He to a luxuriously furnished bedroom.

“One of the master bedrooms should have been prepared for the Marquis, but Your Excellency spoke somewhat rudely to the Master just now, so I could only lead you here,” the old butler said firmly. Since the Duke hadn’t turned him away, the Marquis of Rhine was still a guest, which was his strongest statement.

Jiang He waved his hand.

With no one around, a small white snake peeked out from between its necks and immediately found a satisfactory spot on the downy bed.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door.

Before Jiang He could answer, the oak door opened, and Mirai Kamishiro appeared, wrapped in a coat, her face flushed.

"Senior, I am so glad to see that you are safe and sound."

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

Mirai Kamishiro struggled to remove her coat, revealing an eye-catching, cool dress. Her slender waist was not lacking in curves, and her long brown hair flowed between her skin. On her delicate face, there was a hint of fear and anticipation.

"I want to entrust myself to my seniors. Although I have no experience, I will definitely teach them how to do it..."

Jiang He, uninterested, interrupted, "Don't expect me to take responsibility." "Understood."

……

Outside the door.

The young nobleman's face was twisted and ferocious. He tried to rush in, but was stopped by the young noblewoman.

"elder sister!"

The young lady shrugged and said, "She's willing, what are you complaining about?"

"Don't expect me to take responsibility," the young nobleman gritted his teeth. "Is this something a human being should say?!"

The young lady hesitated for a moment, recalling the fleeting glimpse she had just caught through the crack in the door, and said sincerely, "It was indeed Vilai who profited."

The young nobleman was dumbfounded.

Just then, a gasp came from inside.

The young lady peeked curiously, then staggered back, her face full of astonishment.

"Oh my god! Look!"

The young nobleman left indignantly. How could he watch his own sister suffer? But there were no footsteps around for a long time. He suddenly turned around and saw a young noblewoman push open the door and enter. Before closing the door, she showed a slightly rosy smile.

"I have to go help her."

"Besides, that old fogey and I have always been doing our own thing, just remember to keep it a secret."

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

The young nobleman was angry and powerless. In the eyes of that Marquis of Rhine, his sister was probably a stranger who didn't even have a name.

Before anyone knew it, the old butler stood beside him and advised, "Young master, this isn't even something to talk about over afternoon tea in the capital. You shouldn't worry about it."

Young nobleman: "..."

Am I abnormal?
……

The morning sun shines on the capital.

The guests from last night had not yet dispersed, and new guests were already waiting. The presence of any direct descendant of the Medici family would bring unparalleled honor to the morning banquet.

On the top floor of the castle, Jiang He changed into a black hunting outfit and went out. The dining table was covered with a dense array of white bread, a direct order from Duke Vigrid.

Just as Jiang He was about to set off to fulfill his promise, Viglid pushed an intelligence report towards him.

"There will be a big event at the Imperial Arena today."

“The Holy War does not forbid participants from killing each other, and any attempt by outsiders to stop the match is considered a duel. I need you to kill Griffith, and to act as crazy as possible.”

Jiang He sat down and said calmly, "Reward."

“A sacred weapon that you can wield, originally from the Jihadist army’s collection,” Vigrid said. “I’ll take you to choose one later; there are six in total, and surely one of them will suit your taste.”

After the meal, the two arrived at the castle armory.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, you are greeted by the scent of cold iron and leather, mixed with a faint aroma of oil and pine. Iron candlesticks hang from the arched ceiling, their flickering flames illuminating the neatly arranged weapon racks and magical armor.

The ground was covered with hay and felt, and in the corners were piles of whetstones, lubricating oil, and weapon boxes. Cold air occasionally blew in through the vents, causing the candlelight to flicker and the shadows of the weapons on the wall to sway like ghosts, as if they were alive.

At the very center of the armory, six extraordinary weapons are displayed side by side, each occupying its own display case.

The first item resembles a knight's sword. The description card at the bottom of the sword states that it is made of rusty iron, which contains the power of corrosion and is both strong and sharp.

The second item is a ritual bell, entirely crimson, surrounded by fiery clouds, and possessing unimaginable binding power.

The third item resembles tree bark, but it is actually a mask. By collecting the power of faith and the essence of monster blood, it allows the holder to use the power of different holy domain monsters. It originated from a pope of the Secret Church who once reached the pinnacle of heroism.

In the armory, before the two had even walked through all the display cases, the six sacred weapons began to shake violently. Weapons originating from the dead showed the fiercest resistance when they encountered the butcher who created the dead. Unless they were the legendary Blade of the End, which had a clear corresponding symbol, most sacred weapons were unwilling to be possessed by Jiang He.

“He’s actually afraid,” Vigrid murmured.

He had seen those who cooperated willingly, those who loathed him, and countless others who remained indifferent, but this was the first time he had ever seen something that could instill such extreme fear in the remnants of a hero at the pinnacle of power.

Jiang He didn't take it seriously.

The Great Sin of Gluttony, the supreme ruler of all, these divine weapons are roughly able to sense the extent to which he can arbitrarily obliterate the weapon's own intelligence. Of course, in that case, the weapon will inevitably lose its effectiveness.

The next moment, Jiang He's eyes turned like rubies, and her platinum hair instantly turned as black as ink.

Of the six weapons, a blood-red crown stopped trembling and cautiously expressed its joy.

"Blood Tyrant," Vigrid explained, "The effect is very simple: sub-legendary level Blood Control."

Jiang He picked up the "Blood Kingdom Tyrant" ring, and then the crown transformed into his ninth ring. Following the Five Dimensional Ring, the Cursed Ring, the Chaos Ring, and the Skeleton Dragon Rider Ring, his ring reserves increased by 1.

"what's the situation?"

"How would I know? It changed on its own."

Wiglide looked suspicious.

Jiang He obtained his sacred weapon. Before that, the legendary Blade of the End had been transferred to the future knight. When the two sacred weapons were held by the same person, the resistance was extremely strong.

"When necessary, we can cooperate well with the evil forces, but for the time being, we must not arouse the emperor's suspicion."

Jiang He simply activated his bloodline as the progenitor of the vampire race. Because he was not a pure vampire, it was difficult for him to formally develop abilities similar to blood control, which was also related to the fact that he rarely activated them.

"See you."

After leaving the armory, Vigrid simply and decisively disappeared. His stance on attacking the Father Church was extremely firm. With the Father in full power, he might not even be able to return to Heaven. The gods have always joined forces to resist the leader of the gods, and he alone could not stand up to it.

Jiang He boarded the carriage prepared by the Medici family, intending to head straight for the Imperial Arena.

"Senior, please wait a moment!"

Kamishiro Mirai chased after him, looking exhausted.

"I will go with you."

(End of this chapter)