Taking Bishop Good as an example, Bishop Good still had deathly pale skin and bloodshot whites of his eyes, but his body wasn't as emaciated as Priest Abraham's. Even the sharp fangs in his mouth were no longer two elongated front teeth;

they had shifted slightly to the sides. Although they hadn't reached the position of canine teeth yet, they had moved to the lateral incisors, leaving the two central front teeth empty.

Besides this, this generation had even weaker resistance to sunlight and Images of God. These second-generation vampires now absolutely dared not go outside at high noon;

even if clothed, they would be scorched by the sunlight. The Images of God exerted tremendous suppression on them. Priest Abraham could still relocate Images of God and avoid major issues by not facing them directly. But these second-generation vampires couldn't even enter the hall where an Image of God was located.

Furthermore, their strength and physical constitution were far inferior to Priest Abraham's. This was why no one dared to resist when Priest Abraham scolded them.

After Low Bishop Good obtained the vampire bloodline, he immediately bit his own son to turn him into a vampire as well. Thus, the third-generation vampire, cultivated from a second-generation vampire, was born.

Compared to second-generation vampires like Bishop Good, the third-generation vampires were even more impure.

They now only had pale skin, and their eyeballs were no longer even red, instead showing a deathly, whitish appearance. The position of their fangs was exactly the same as vampires in modern movies—just elongated canine teeth. Beyond that, their physical strength was drastically weakened compared to second-generation vampires, their recovery ability was greatly reduced, and their resistance to sunlight and Images of God was even more inferior;

they could even be killed by fire!

Low Bishop Good's son, a third-generation vampire, now completely dared not go out during the day and absolutely dared not approach the church. Although he had obtained eternal, undying life and strength greater than a normal person's, it wasn't that much greater.

Having one of them fight three or four ordinary people was easily manageable, but having one fight a single Church Knight would already be somewhat problematic.

And with the third-generation vampires, it seemed they had reached the limit of vampire bloodline dilution. Third-generation vampires no longer possessed the ability to perform the First Embrace and create new vampires.

Therefore, by virtue of his bloodline concentration, martial strength, and the powerful characteristic of not fearing sunlight for a short period, Priest Abraham became the undisputed leader of the new-style vampires.

And Priest Abraham, addicted to power, was quite happy with this situation. To distinguish themselves from the traditional vampires in the Church's sense, Priest Abraham specifically gave their race a more pleasant and noble name: the Vampire Clan!

He even proclaimed himself as the noble Progenitor of the Vampire Clan!

Although addicted to power, Priest Abraham was not a brainless fool.

He deeply understood that his Vampire Clan had extremely significant weaknesses. Forget confronting the Church;

even facing ordinary people armed with Church items or utilizing sunlight could be a life-or-death struggle. Therefore, Priest Abraham demanded that every vampire he cultivated live in secrecy, not expose themselves, and not become arrogant and reckless.

But he never expected that someone would still dare to defy his will, wantonly cultivating the Vampire Clan. There were even fools in the slums of Rino City who, relying on their power, acted recklessly, openly sucking blood and killing!

How could this not anger him?

"We are a newly born entity never before recorded in this world! We are people blessed by God! We are the noblest Vampire Clan, not like those stupid, ugly, low-class vampires before!

Our eternal life and ability to develop Minions will undoubtedly attract everyone's envy and covetousness! You all know how terrifying human nature is! You all know how greedy humans are!

Therefore, we should not appear openly like a Nun flaunting how enticing we are. We should instead use our power to silently develop our clan, expand our strength, corral these humans within the falsehoods we weave, so they can only remain forever ignorant as our blood sustenance!

So, I don't care who created the trash in the city, and I don't care what methods you use. In short, our Vampire Clan does not need these damned fools! Original content can be found at novel·fiɾe·net

I give you three days to eliminate the damned trash within the city!

We live avoiding the sun, so we should conceal ourselves within the shadows."

Priest Abraham's eyes were blood-red as he scanned each second-generation vampire surrounding him. The bloodlust and pressure in his gaze made none of the second-generation vampires dare to meet his eyes.

Feeling the intense pressure emanating from Priest Abraham, all the second-generation vampires could only lower their heads and obey loyally.

"Yes! Progenitor."

"Pitter-patter..." The fine, dense rain washed over the clock tower's roof, creating a rustling sound.

Even though the rain was heavy, it still couldn't wash away the Bloody Scent in the air, causing it to linger around Norton's nostrils, enduring without end.

Norton's emaciated body stood slightly hunched at the clock tower window, his eyes closed, using his Aura Pressure, or rather his aura, to sense the situation within Rino City.

Norton knew the bottom dwellers of the Papal States could be pitied, but not helped. Because to survive in this era, these people's animalistic nature far surpassed their humanity. Cannibalism, rape, abuse... these were their basic operations.

These pitiful people had long lost most of their humanity because they were too pitiful. Over these eight years in Rino City, Norton had seen too many such examples.

The more he saw, the more Norton felt that in this world, death was actually a form of liberation for these bottom dwellers.

To help them achieve liberation, Norton decided to sacrifice a batch of Rino City's lucky individuals, using them to build his own vampire territory.

However, the development of the situation still took him by surprise.

The Church's pressure had built up for so long within the Papal States. According to Norton's conjecture, upon discovering they had mutated into the vampires described by the Church, these people would surely hide out of fear. Each would be like Norton himself—harmless on the surface, hunting and feeding on blood behind the scenes, converting others of their kind, then slowly expanding to make themselves increasingly safe.

This behavior best fit Norton's expectations and requirements. Vampires spreading slowly like this would eventually cover the entire Rino City.

But these bottom dwellers of Rino City were utterly brainless! After feeling themselves turn into vampires, their first reaction wasn't to conceal their traits and develop slowly, but to completely metamorphose, engaging in frenzied slaughter and evil deeds, using their powerful strength to unleash the wickedness in their hearts.

"Stop cultivating Minions, Coal Ball. These despicable lives are not worthy of becoming our Minions! Gaining a little power and losing themselves—these scum will only drag us down into hell!"

"These damned things aren't even as reliable as Priest Abraham! Since they've obtained power but don't know how to use it properly, then let them attain liberation!"

Norton was very angry.

These people were far too foolish. If the Church hadn't been secluded and inactive all this time, the issue of the new-style vampires would probably have exploded into the open!

Norton's Aura Pressure covered the entire Rino City.

The figures of over a hundred vampires in the slum areas were crystal clear within his perception.

As Norton's thoughts shifted.

The mighty power belonging to the creator emanated along with his Aura Pressure.

Tiny threads of Fire ignited on the bodies of the various newborn vampires in Rino City's slums, yet they remained completely unaware, not even feeling the slightest pain.

However, this Fire born from within their bodies relentlessly consumed them from the inside out, from their internal organs to their bones. In an instant, everything was baked into nothingness!

What is a creator?

A single thought, and all things cease to be!