From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 184 The Secret Society
Charlie Mutsu had no chance of escaping; he simply turned around and was caught up by the other party.

Then, he was seized by the back of the neck and dragged in front of this pale-skinned man, who looked him up and down.

"Hmm... What a pleasant surprise! This body suits me perfectly..." Then, Charlie felt everything go black before his eyes and he completely lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he could no longer speak or move; the only thing he could use was his consciousness.

His body no longer seemed to belong to him, but to some other being, and he was slowly moving forward with the crowd!
Fear swelled in his heart, and terrible speculations echoed in his mind, but he couldn't utter a sound. He could only follow the people around him blankly, like a puppet, silent, nonexistent, nothing at all.

He screamed in terror, he roared in frustration, he wanted to express some simple thoughts, but he couldn't express anything at all.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, like a light in the darkness, drawing Charlie's attention.

“Oh, isn’t this one of the traitors, the Giovanni clan?” A thin, ugly man suddenly turned and said as he walked up to Charlie.

Charlie said expressionlessly, "If you're ugly, don't come out and talk. You'll scare people!"

“You lowly descendants of loan sharks, damned greedy people, despicable parasites, thieves who have infiltrated our race…” These words seemed to break the other party’s defenses, and he shouted insults at him.

But Charlie remained expressionless and continued, "As members of the Nosferatu tribe, didn't your elders teach you that if you're ugly, you should stay in the sewers and not come out to scare people?"

These words clearly pushed the other person to their breaking point, and their eyes quickly turned bloodshot, as if they were about to explode.

The man appeared extremely furious, but still showed no intention of making a move. After glaring fiercely at Charlie for a couple of seconds, he shouted, "You coward who only dares to hide behind a puppet! If you were here in your true form, I would tear you to pieces!"

Charlie remained nonchalant, holding up one finger at him. "You're ugly!"

"Boom!" The ground of the football field was shattered by the furious man in front of him. He was clearly completely enraged, but he only showed anger for a moment.

At this moment, someone nearby spoke up, "A thousand years have passed, and the conflict between the Giovanni and Nosferatu tribes still doesn't seem to have been resolved at all!"

"How can that be resolved? Of the thirteen clans back then, the Cappadocians and the Nosferatu clans had the best relationship. Giovanni murdered his lord to seize power and wiped out the Cappadocians. How could he possibly expect these Nosferatu people to have any goodwill towards him?"

"These are stories from two thousand years ago, and the feud between them seems to be getting deeper and deeper!"

"What are you afraid of? His Highness the Prince is here. Do you really think they'd dare to fight here? If they did, wouldn't that be slapping His Highness in the face? Everyone's afraid of the kill order!"

Charlie was puzzled when he heard this information. What clan, what name? He had never heard of them before.
If it weren't for the ground collapsing from the people's feet, he would have thought they were playing a role-playing game!
Soon, the group of people regrouped, exactly thirteen of them, standing on the wide grass of the football field.

Then, one of them waved his hand, and a chair appeared behind everyone, and everyone slowly sat down.

This scene was noticeably more comfortable than the previous tense standoff between the two, and their discussion seemed much more normal.

Charlie remained silent, observing and listening to the others' conversation.

"Where have you been lately? Where have you been making a fortune off blood donations?"

"We're in Colombia, South America, but unfortunately things aren't going well. It seems those people have found the priests of that group of indigenous people and want to drive us out of that land!"

"We are too! The blood supply in the Nordic region is no longer stable. We heard that the gangs in the five Nordic countries have stopped offering blood!"

"We're lucky, though. The wars in the Middle East haven't stopped, so our blood supply won't stop at all!"

"That's good for us too. The Central African region doesn't even need war to get enough blood!"

"Eastern Europe is much better, isn't it? Those Ukrainians wanted to escape, so they used blood as a bargaining chip!" ...

Charlie could see from these words that it seemed as if a group of merchants were exchanging their business strategies, except that money was the "blood" in their conversations.

A terrible thought suddenly occurred to him, but he immediately shook his head. Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could such an absurd thing happen?
Just then, a distinctive voice rang in everyone's ears, "Everyone's here? Let's begin!"

Upon hearing this, everyone stood up from their chairs, looked up at the sky, and addressed him respectfully as "Your Highness!"

"In this age of divine descent, under the eyes of the gods, and in the shadow of the unspeakable one, we have gathered together once again!" Ancient, solemn words echoed in everyone's ears.

In the center of the football field, a man in an Italian-style suit slowly descended from the sky and came before everyone.

He appears to be the "Prince" that people refer to, a title that is rarely used in modern Europe.

He descended before the crowd with remarkable elegance, nodding gently. "Finally, the bells of the thirteen clans have summoned thirteen representatives who belong to us!"

"Gentlemen, please give my regards to your clan's princes and elders!"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded repeatedly. "Of course, Your Highness, our Prince and Elders also extend their greetings to you!"

“Very good!” The man nodded in response to their greetings and said, “Then, let me tell you why I asked you to come here!”

"The ancient covenant has been played, and the deaths of the past are being forgotten, but gentlemen, I sense the shadow of the ancient world, a hell that has never been opened, and finally, the master has given me a reminder!"

"Yes, gentlemen, the final holy war has not yet arrived, but the gates of hell are already showing signs of opening!"

Upon hearing this, everyone seemed to perk up, vying to ask, "What? The alliance has begun? The gates of hell have been opened?"

"Has death finally returned? Is it time for us to unleash our full force once again?"

"Great! We haven't tasted blood for so many years since that terrible disaster. This time, we're going to drink our fill of blood again!"

Hearing the crowd's eager voices, the man in the middle immediately poured cold water on their enthusiasm:
"This is not the Middle Ages. Don't think about building your kingdom like before and going head-to-head with the Holy See's knightly orders. You've been out of touch with the world for too long. Go and learn about this world first!"

"I'm warning you, the gates of Heaven have been opened. The angels of those ancient legends are showing signs of activity in this world. If you don't want to be slaughtered along with your entire clan, you'd better shut up!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent and chose to wait quietly.

The man did indeed have something to say, and as their voices completely faded away, a majestic voice resounded once more in their hearts.
"Perhaps when we finally make contact with Mr. Satan, we can recreate the glory days of the past, but not now!"

"I sensed the presence of angels, I detected the scent of the Holy Spirit. We are reviving, the Holy See is reviving... those former vampire hunters, those members of the Holy Council, seem to be awakening as well!"

"Therefore, I'm giving you this hint: since we've awakened before them, let's look for their traces and nip them in the bud!"

Having said that, the prince vanished from his spot, leaving behind a bat-shaped imprint. "The Knights Templar, the Inquisition, the Holy See, the Inquisition... their successors are also returning, but they have no ancient memories; they know nothing of this yet!"

Hearing this, many people looked confused. They looked around and said, "But we don't know where they are..."

Then, the being possessing "Charlie" suddenly said in a sinister tone, "Isn't that simple? Just kill all those who have doubts about the existence!"

"Now that you're in this world, what's there to be afraid of killing?"

Upon hearing this, Charlie suddenly felt an indescribable fear wash over him. What kind of monsters were they? They had even formed a clan and were quick to kill?
These names seem to belong to the Vatican, and they just mentioned Satan, so these people must be... demons?
His speculations continued, while the people in front of him had already stepped out of the stadium!
(End of this chapter)