CHAPTER 576: CHAPTER 257: HALF A MONTH LATER

Half a month later.

The castle tower of the Blood Race Royal Capital.

A meeting is taking place here.

There are some officials from various forces, and some generals from the United Army.

There are also a few strong individuals who did not leave after surrounding the vampire king, but chose to stay.

Among them is the Holy Blade Saintess—Vionasha.

The Bishop responsible for Cohen Kingdom is also present.

Of course, General Blake of the Night Watcher, as well as Leader Kana, are also here.

"All the research materials and results collected from the Blood Race will be fully copied and handed over to every force that participated in the United Army operation."

The representative from the Magic United Council said so at the seat.

The others nodded slightly.

Not afraid of him hiding anything, since the collection back then was a multi-party effort.

But whether something was hidden or not remains unknown.

After all, some forces indeed sent small teams to secretly collect things within the Safro Border.

But it can’t be stated openly, as almost every force did so, and whether they found anything useful depends on their luck and capability.

But at least.

Regarding the more precise wishing methods for the Stone of Creation, and in-depth research on the wishing function, everyone obtained it.

Besides, research on detection was also accessible to everyone.

This ensured every force possessed the ability to create their own Investigation Stone with a radius of 500 meters.

As for more advanced ones, it depends on each one’s research capabilities.

"What wish did the Blood Race King finally make? Does anyone have any insight?"

A general from the Northern Empire asked.

Mainly because they are a bit far distant, and their information is not well-connected, this information has not been transmitted through the rather expensive magic communication.

So he does not know much.

Those present looked at each other, though each had some understanding, they only knew fragmentary details.

"Just know it seems he wished for some kind of ability that can alter the bloodline of other races, with a certain randomness."

"What I heard is, those affected seem to be children and babies born thereafter."

"Like the Blood Race, but without too disgusting appearance changes."

Those who somewhat understood and were willing to share spoke one after another.

But all they said were bits of information, which most were aware of.

At this time, Kana lightly tapped the table.

The faint sound attracted everyone’s attention.

They looked at Kana.

Some seemed to remember Kana’s identity at this moment, considered to be the blood grandson of the Blood Race king.

Knowing some information seemed very reasonable.

Facing everyone’s gazes.

Kana said, "Based on my understanding, Grandpa’s wish was indeed a bloodline curse."

"Curse?" The Mages of the Magic United Council frowned.

This was not a good term.

Moreover, a whole Stone of Creation was used to make a curse.

Kana nodded, "Exactly, it’s a curse. The cursed beings will be subtly altered in both the appearance and abilities of their original race, transitioning toward the Blood Race."

"You mean they’ll grow up to look like those Blood Race monsters we faced before?" A human general asked with a frown.

"Not so exaggerated," Kana replied.

"Those Blood Races we faced earlier were failures, otherwise the wish would have been fulfilled, why would Grandpa perform the final action then?"

Everyone thought about it and seemed to understand.

"He desired a perfect race, at least in terms of his aesthetics and beliefs.

Sucking blood, but not necessarily from intelligent races or their own kin; animal blood is also suitable.

If it’s the blood of Magical Beasts, sometimes it’s even more suitable than intelligent life’s blood.

Possessing magic and abilities to control blood, they might gain additional abilities as they grow.

But overall, they can no longer be called their original race."

Having heard Kana’s words.

Everyone present frowned in thought.

For them, this was not good news.

Instead, it was potentially an unstable factor.

After all, controlling and sucking blood looks wicked everywhere.

Kana continued to speak.

"I hope all of you, and the forces, races, and countries behind you, do not harm these newborn Blood Races excessively.

They did not choose this; they were randomly cursed by misfortune.

Newborn Blood Races are not innately evil; otherwise, they wouldn’t be considered a perfect race in Grandpa’s heart.

If indeed you don’t want these Blood Races in your territory, you can hand them over to us Night Watchers, ensuring they become an asset to the world."

Upon hearing Kana’s words, those present neither agreed nor refused.

Instead, they frowned in thought, falling into silence.

"Could this be a scheme of you two collaborative forces?"

A beastman officer frowned and spoke.

This seems like the desired outcome of their collaboration.

Kana looked at him and said slightly reluctantly, "We cannot provide evidence to prove our innocence, but our goals remain constant.

We hope everyone can treat these newborn Blood Races kindly; they are not inherently evil and did not have a choice."

Regardless, Kana conveyed his intended message.

Even if not every force is willing to cooperate, as long as there’s one, it’s favorable for Kana.

For those unwilling, Kana naturally has his own methods to achieve his goals.

"Alright, now let’s talk about this kingdom; the Blood Race above has turned to bones after the previous wish of the Blood Race king.

Meaning this peninsula has become a dead land; the Magic Veins are polluted, the land eroded, perpetually engulfed in darkness, gathering chaotic and evil Magic here.

If this region is not handled properly, it will become a disaster-stricken area needing precaution again."

Vionasha spoke.

Mainly assisting the church and Cohen Kingdom.

The latest research results have already come out.

As time progresses, the erosion in this area will indeed slowly fade.

But the issue is, it must be ensured this area doesn’t worsen.

Forever in pitch-black shadows, always accumulating wicked magic.

Forget hundreds of years; even given a dozen or twenty years, it’s unimaginable what terrible appearance it will transform into.

It wouldn’t be a matter of hope it recovers over time; it’s feared it will become increasingly dreadful until it eternally turns into a demon’s lair.

This issue must be addressed.

Yet no one present spoke, clearly unwilling to assume responsibility.

Since most forces are not adjacent.

Being so far away, why should it concern them?