Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

916 The Return of Demien Bloodthorne

In the heart of the territory of the vampires, a majestic palace covered with fog and frozen patches, a group of high-ranking vampires were gathered in a hall, the looks on their faces ugly, the movements of their mouths indicating problems.

Saliva dripped from the mouths of some of the talking individuals, some of them sitting, listening with concern visible in their eyes, others standing, their clenched fists resting on the large table between them.

Their pale faces, usually devoid of expression, were different today, even considering the experience of each of these elders.

Noble and powerful vampires, leaders of their tribes, newly promoted to the 6th stage, they did not express what they had expected eight years ago. Back then, at the beginning of The Purification, each one of them laughed and smiled at the winds of fate that were carrying them to victory, to the plans they had been preparing for thousands and thousands of years.

For a million years, vampires had lived in Polaris Realm, always being one of the strongest races, but never assuming the role of rulers. Escapes had marked their history, hiding places, secret actions, massacres, plans, and more failed plans.

Their plans for domination had existed since they had been keeping their records!

But they failed again and again, suffered the consequences of their defeats; they came close to extinction more than once.

But finally, a few thousand years ago, they had managed to get hold of one of the greatest geniuses in their history and had tricked the Congregation of Revelations into making a deal with them.

From that day on, their elders waited anxiously for The Purification to begin, and after millennia of preparation, it finally happened.

The plan for The Purification was so perfect that everyone in the room believed it would succeed, at least until eight years ago. After their awakening from seclusion, they should have the continent in their hands and should finally rule these lands where they were the most talented and powerful.

It was their birthright; they believed.

But in the middle of nowhere, in just eight years, a single human had thwarted their perfect plans!

“How could you lose Vicente Fuller? How could you be so incompetent? You had a fucking Master Archmage on your side!” said one of the more agitated elders.

A woman added. “This is unacceptable. Vicente Fuller must be looking for his 11th pentagram right now! How can we face our supreme leader with such bad news?”

“The worst has happened. Instead of having the continent in our hands, we have a bloody enemy capable of killing us! We have to stop everything we’re doing and concentrate on hunting down Vicente Fuller.”

While the elders shouted at each other, the individuals who had failed to deal with Vicente days ago could only stand silently with their heads bowed.

They had destroyed all of Vicente’s armor. But by the time they had gotten rid of it and started searching for the enemy on that fateful day, it was too late. Even with a powerful monster at the late 6th stage next to them, they had lost track of the enemy.

Now, days had passed since Vicente’s escape, and the vampire leaders of the monster coalition were angry, worried, and afraid of the future.

Amidst the shouting in the main hall of the vampire alliance headquarters in The Ivory Desert, a shadow suddenly appeared from one of the hall’s six windows, followed by a flash of red lightning in the sky, marking his presence there for all to see.

Ka-boom!

Each of the 6th stage vampires turned their eyes in the same direction and closed their mouths as they realized the arrival of this Intermediate Archmage.

“Supreme Leader!”

Almost all of them said simultaneously as they came face to face with Demien Bloodthorne after years. freēwebnovel.com

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Each of them made their typical gestures of greeting, and the mood in the area instantly improved with the presence of the most powerful vampire in the history of Polaris Realm.

“I overheard some of your conversations. Vicente Fuller, huh? Is that the name of the magician who is hindering us?” the tall, strong man asked, his eyes shining with interest.

He had just come out of seclusion. His interest in the blood of a being as strong as Vicente seemed to be at an all-time high!

If the comments of his elders were to be trusted, then Vicente Fuller’s blood could help him reach the Advanced Archmage level.

Demien believed that once he advanced to the next level, his pentagram of origin, which was currently cyan with many indigo traits, would become indigo and his advancement to the 7th stage would be within reach.

By then, even if the dragons and elves escaped the agreements he used to his advantage, they would not be able to stop him from doing whatever he wanted in Polaris Realm!

“Yes, Supreme Leader. Unfortunately, we were unable to stop him from growing so much. He is currently a Beginner Archmage with two magical forms, 10 pentagrams, 9 of them cyan and 1 green. However, we believe he is currently searching for his 11th pentagram. Given his abilities, he may already have it.”

“Oh?” The man opened his mouth in interest, as he had never heard of such an interesting creature before.

“He is also a monstrous blacksmith, capable of creating artificial beings as strong as Archmages. Even if he doesn’t confront us directly, the mere act of giving him time to create artifacts would be enough to disrupt our plans.” One of the three women in the hall added.

“I see. Well, let’s hunt down Vicente Fuller right away. I want all the 5th and 6th stage monsters and vampires focused on him. Leave everything else aside and focus on finding Vicente Fuller, understanding who he is, his background, his family, etc. If he wants to hide, we’ll use something he has to force him to show himself.” Demien said with a clever smile on his face, looking forward to meeting Vice.

“Yes!”

Everyone replied, putting aside the tension and nervousness of a few moments ago to start dividing up to carry out their master’s orders.

They didn’t know Vicente’s exact background. For some reason, the Congregation of Revelations had no record of him. The only thing the monsters and vampires knew was that he had domains in the south of the continent, several of them around the entire southern region.

While the stronger ones were looking for his tracks in the north, it was time for the weaker creatures in the south to look for his story in such a region!