Undying Warlord

[The host’s compatibility with the bloodline of the Blood Monarch’s ancestors is exceptional. Do you wish to abandon your race when you awaken?]

“What the…?” Dilan blurted out, squinting his eyes at the notification that had appeared in front of him.

It was pretty obvious that he didn’t have any reason to stay human because it didn’t really matter whether he was human, Dragon, Angel or something else to retain his original body or race.

Nonetheless, his reasoning to reject abandoning his race was because he didn’t want to lose some vacancies of his active and passive abilities in the Log of the Ancient.

He knew that the Vampires had fewer passive abilities while Werewolves had fewer active abilities to bind to their Essence crystal.

Dilan didn’t want to abandon his race because of the advantages of being able to bind more active and passive abilities. Thus, he smiled lightly as he provided a rather vague answer to the system.

“I will decide how much of the Blood Monarch Ancestors’ bloodline I will accept, so start the fucking True Awakening!” Dilan ordered with a smile when he realized that his surrounding area changed.

He emerged into a huge room filled with blood and corpses. The blood trickled down the ceiling and it splashed down on the walls, forming unique symbols by filling the engravings that could be seen all around Dilan.

The room began to tremble as the symbols started to glow and Dilan felt a tremendous pressure weighing down on him. He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing upon sitting down.

Dilan chose a meditative stance instinctively as he sat in the center of the room while the blood that had splattered all around began to move in his direction.

The engravings on the ground were even more complex than those on the ceiling and the walls around Dilan, but that was not something he could notice anymore.

The Hyel Destructo Armor set was stored in his soul and all the other pieces of equipment had been moved inside his spatial ring that seemed to have disappeared.

His clothes slowly disintegrated due to the blood that trickled down from the ceiling. It scorched his clothes that sizzled before it came in touch with his skin and smeared it darkish-red.

Dilan kept his eyes closed and he endured the ever-increasing pressure around him without intending to do anything against it.

When his entire body was drenched in warm blood, Dilan’s skin began to itch. There was not a single spot on his body that didn’t itch but Dilan didn’t move despite that.

He stayed silent and unmoving, even when the itching sensation turned into an unbearable feeling as if every pore was being pierced with a needle.

Dilan grit his teeth and he began to clench his fists, understanding very well that his body was being transformed on a cellular level.

That was only obvious because his blood was being altered. Thus, upon understanding what was going on, Dilan rather focused on the things the new bloodline actually changed rather than the pain or other things.

The notifications he received whenever a change occurred were extremely helpful and Dilan sorted them in his mind while continuing to accept the new bloodline. He could tell that most changes were advantageous, which was not really surprising because the human bloodline was innately not very powerful.

Dilan’s knowledge had improved a lot since he got to know Ariel Silvertale and the fact that he could make Demons speak using brute force and his imposing attitude.

That was definitely helpful and Dilan intended to make use of everything he had up his sleeves to keep getting his hands on more information.

‘How much further should I go?’ Dilan began to wonder until he received one of the messages that caused him to release his mana in a burst.

[The Awakening has forcefully been stopped due to the host’s interference. The Awakening can be initiated with weaker effectiveness if the host desires to do so.]

“Stop the Awakening!” Dilan ordered without wasting a second, spreading his mana further outward. A black and badly reeking mass surrounded his body, and more of it was expelled from his body, accompanied by the blood that oozed out of his pores from all over his body.

He felt a bit stiff and the reeking stench all around him made him feel nauseous but Dilan accepted everything nonetheless. His senses were hyper-aware now, especially as the smell of blood had gotten stronger.

All of this was something Dilan had expected because the notifications he had sorted in his mind when awakening had been quite precise about the changes that had occurred to him.

And reading them once again allowed him to sort his thoughts and understand everything much better.

[Blood Vyrm have great senses, are unable to see in the darkest of the nights, and they seek all kinds of pleasure. Blood is their Essence. It makes them stronger and allows them to become unfathomable creatures in countless places all over the Universe.

[The host has accepted the Blood Vyrm bloodline. The host’s natural regenerative abilities have increased drastically, he has gained the racial trait to control blood to a certain extent and natural night vision as well.]

[The host’s passive ability ‘Nightvision’ has been abandoned by the Essence Crystal, and it was devoured by the Blood Vyrm bloodline to gain higher control of the host’s bloodline.

[The host’s special trait ‘Stone Skin’ has evolved to ‘Iron Skin’ due to the host’s acceptance of 15% of the Blood Vyrm bloodline!]

[The host’s major bloodline ‘human race’ has only 85% purity left! If the host further decreases his human bloodline, the effectiveness of the human bloodline’s strongest trait will start deteriorating!]

“I stopped after I got the last message, but I don’t really know what the strongest racial trait is, to begin with. Is it the fact that we have many active and passive abilities?” Dialn was curious about the answer but he hadn’t been ready to test it out.

The importance of every ability spot was too high to play around with.

His spatial ring had reappeared around his index finger once again and he accessed it to retrieve some of his clothes. After putting them on, Dilan started to wear all his accessories once again as well before he left the hidden trail of the Blood Monarch’s Sanctum.

“The first trial was definitely the best…re-entering will definitely be helpful to learn various techniques, whether one can bind them to their Essence crystal or not,” Dilan mumbled to himself as he noticed something.

“Wait…I didn’t even get a notification about how many Dungeon points I received, did I?” He blurted out and accessed the Log of the Ancient, just to see that a new icon had appeared on the top left corner.

“Another shop, great!” Dilan muttered in excitement as he accessed it.

[Blood Points: 100,000]

“Is that a lot?” He wondered with a wry smile, just for his ears to start twitching as he heard noises from all around him.

“Was about time that you return, Dilan!” Kathrine’s voice rang in his ears and he looked away from the screen, just to see the three women appear in front of him.

‘They’re all done already? Looks like quite some time has passed since I awoke the Blood Vyrm’s bloodline,’ Dilan concluded as he tried to assess how strong the three women had gotten compared to their previous strength.

“How much time has passed?” He enquired while scanning the girls from head to toe.

At this moment, he sensed faint killing intent spreading out from Victoria, who turned into a flash as she shot forward.

“Who the hell are you, and what did you do to Dilan?!”