From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 185 Clan Conflict
When Charlie woke up again, it was already daylight outside, but he was lying on the ground in a dark place, unable to move.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move; it was that he simply couldn't move.

He seemed to be weighed down by something; he couldn't open his eyes, couldn't move his body, and even breathing seemed incredibly difficult.

It was as if he had been buried alive!
Just then, he overheard two people talking beside him, "Elder, are we really going to follow their method?"

"Yes, after all, we clashed with the Vatican's henchmen a thousand years ago. If we can't defeat them, our future will only get more and more difficult!"

The voice of the person who had controlled him last night rang out, making Charlie's heart tighten again. It was that person, the man who had immobilized him with just one sentence and plunged him into this crisis!
Who exactly is he? What do they want to do?
Charlie had no choice but to continue listening to their conversation:
"Elder, shouldn't our clan begin selecting new members? Many have just recovered and are very hungry..."

"Yes, we can begin the selection of new members. After all, we have been away from this world for too long, and many people have not heard our story. We need fresh blood to revitalize the clan's power!"

Blood? Charlie was taken aback. What did that mean? Was it a description, or was it actually a noun?
"So where should we start? Should we just attack a village?"

"Foolish! Can your bodies withstand bullets from modern weapons? You haven't learned a single drop of blood magic, yet you're here imagining attacking villages like you did hundreds of years ago? Use your brains! Go find those on the fringes of the city, those who go unnoticed, and those gangsters! Control the underworld forces first, then slowly plot against the Holy See!"

"As long as we can occupy the city, everyone in it will be our blood slaves, just like the Grand Prince of Wallachia did a thousand years ago! The vampires will return to the world, and we will gain entry into hell!"

If you still can't tell who the person in front of you is after hearing this, then all the movies Charlie has watched in his life have been a waste.

Blood slaves, Wallachia, village raids, vampires, hunger and bloodshed...

These words directly refer to a terrifying, dark, legendary race that is well-known in the surrounding area—vampires!
He was so scared that he trembled all over and even lost control of his bladder, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Only after the two had completely left, and he could no longer hear any sounds around him, did he seem to regain his physical mobility.

Charlie moved his body stiffly, feeling the soreness and numbness, but he still persevered and moved out step by step despite the fatigue.

He wanted to leave this place; he wanted to... report everything that had happened here!
He's going to the Milan Cathedral. Didn't you hear what they were saying? They've been fighting the Papacy for over a thousand years; it's the Papacy's responsibility!

Good heavens, this is terrifying! The legendary vampires actually exist?

And what's more, they're even planning a horrific terrorist attack in this city? Vampires are coming; won't their city turn into hell like Reykjavik?

……

"Elder, why did you let him leave? He knew about our plan, and even overheard our discussion..." In the distance, a group of people watched the man leave, and someone asked in confusion.

"Yes, Elder! If he were a little smarter, he might have gone straight to the church to report it. In two hours at most, the information from last night and our conversation would reach the Pope of the Catholic Church!"

"Then our entire plan will be exposed?"

The speaker was a young man from the Giovanni clan, an outstanding vampire youth who had just turned three hundred, and a young man whom men had high hopes for.

The man nodded with a smile, "Of course I know, because all of this was intentional! Intentionally controlling this person and intentionally letting him hear these things!"

"You did this on purpose? What do you mean?" the young vampire asked, puzzled. "You represent our clan and send a message to the Holy See? Are you betraying your race?"

"What race? You admit they're the same race as us, but they won't! Sometimes, these people practically think we're not even the same race as them!" the elder said viciously, his words filled with resentment and bitterness. "You're still young; you don't know just how great the conflicts between the various clans really are!"

Hearing this, the young vampire was stunned. "Such a huge conflict, and he went to such lengths to bring us here?"

"Looking for us... Yes, looking for us here! Then tell me, what city is this?" the Giovanni elder asked upon hearing this.

"Milan, it belongs to the Torid tribe..."

“Yes, Milan, the territory of the Toridos! But it is also a Christian holy site, the second most important Catholic city on this planet, second only to the Vatican!” the elder said. “Would their Toridos prince really be so kind as to go to such great lengths to invite us here and tell us these ancient secrets?” “If he had a choice, he would do it himself, gaining greater benefits and prestige, wouldn’t he?”

"You mean..." Upon hearing this, the young man gradually realized what was going on!

"It's very simple. When doing things, don't look at what they say or what they do, but look at why they do it!"

"The Vatican will definitely take back Milan, because it is one of their holy sites. Is Pope Mario's frequent visits to America really just to make a good impression on those divinely inspired people?"

"Or is it because he panders to the power of these people? Would a bigwig who once liberated theology do such a thing?"

"How is that possible! During this period, almost half of the people in the Vatican went to America. What were they there for? To visit the holy sites?"

"Or are they actually there to seek power? To find the power that already belongs to them?"

"So what do you think the Holy See, having gained power, will do after returning to their Promised Land and discovering the Toriders hiding here?"

The elder spoke indifferently, and with these few words, he analyzed the current situation.

This series of analyses gave the young Giovanni a jolt of surprise. He subconsciously guessed, "Once they have the power, they will definitely wipe out the vampires here, and even the vampires of this kingdom!"

"Yes, but their people haven't returned yet, and the forces belonging to the Vatican haven't appeared. If we listen to them and search for the so-called successors of the Vatican, and carry out killings and cleansing, we will definitely attract the Vatican's attention!"

"At that time, the pressure on the Papacy will no longer be borne by vampires in Rome, Milan, and Sicily, but by vampires throughout Europe, the Middle East, and North Africa! That is, by our clans!"

The elder said indifferently, "Back then, they used this method to disperse the fighting power of the three major knightly orders, allowing themselves to survive in Milan! They even managed to elevate themselves to the position of leader of the thirteen clans!"

"After all these years, their methods haven't changed, but we're no longer willing to do that!"

"Are we clans just here to take the blame for the Toridor clan? There's no way we'd have it that way!"

"Use our blood to buy them living space, prestige, and benefits?"

The elder narrowed his eyes. "I've also heard some more interesting news: the entire Toridor clan in Milan is shrinking! They're telling us to fight while they themselves are retreating! Can you guess why? Is it for the future of the entire vampire clan?"

After saying this, the young man immediately understood. "Elder, I understand. I will definitely ensure Mr. Charlie's safety at the nearby church!"

As he spoke, he quickly left, leaving the handsome man standing there, his face expressionless.

"The thirteen clans are no longer the same clans they were two thousand years ago, where everyone could work together!"

"After some people broke the alliance and completely destroyed the trust between the races, things could never be the same again!"

“During last night’s meeting, apart from his representative from the Toridor tribe, everyone else used stand-ins. Wasn’t it because they were afraid he would change his mind halfway through and leave us behind?”

"Isn't it a good thing that the Toridor tribe was wiped out here?"

P.S.: By the way, does anyone know that most of the stories of the Thirteen Clans and modern vampire legends actually come from a tabletop role-playing game? (laughs)
DND, the progenitor of the Western fantasy game and novel series Dungeons & Dragons, also originated from tabletop role-playing games;

Not to mention Clash of Clans, which is an extension of the Cthulhu mythos, and also originated from tabletop role-playing games...

It's just that Cthulhu and my novels don't really fit in, otherwise I would definitely have played along (laughs).

PS2: I've been writing since last night until 6 PM this afternoon, and I'm completely exhausted. Can't I please stop having writer's block? I'm going to die! OR2
　Ah, it's past midnight! I breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize I still don't have a single chapter saved up... I'm going to die...

　　I'm begging for monthly votes, recommendations, and to keep reading! I'm practically rolling on the floor in frustration!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)