159 086. Ruppel Olfolse -4 Part One

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Inside a dark cavern located somewhere.

Each of these numerous pots found within the cavern were meant to safely store away the zombified children, as they were replacements for Ruppel’s ever-rotting body.

Temporary body replacements could be crafted by pouring large amounts of thickly-flowing demonic energy and toxins into the pot alongside the suitable zombies. This place was the manufacturing plant where the undead were left to ripen for a dozen-plus years in that condition until they reached the desired maturity.

In a way, this process was similar to artificially creating a Progenitor Vampire. Of course, the length of time necessary to create a Progenitor was insanely longer in comparison.

“Hey, you. Go and summon Ruppel. He needs to have his body replaced.”

Timong carried on with the inspection of the zombie’s status, only to pause briefly when a thought suddenly occurred to him. He then turned his head and asked the Vampires, “Hold on. Where did he go to hunt the livestocks this time?”

His questions promptly shut the mouths of all the Vampires present.

…Because Ruppel made them swear not to divulge that information.

“You are all my assistants, not Ruppel’s servants.”

Count Timong growled with thick bloodlust in his voice, and the Vampires began trembling as cold sweat trickled down their faces.

They exchanged yet more glances with each other, and eventually replied with some difficulty.

“He… he told us that he’d be heading to Aslan’s royal palace.”

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Timong’s expression became utterly blank in an instant. But that lasted only for a brief moment before his whole face crumpled hideously. “Uwaaaahk?! That stupid, stinking little brat! How can his learning ability be this sh*tty?!”

The boy didn’t even have a lot of experience in fighting proper battles. No, all he had ever done was to hunt frail and defenceless livestock up until this point. Even then, his penchant for talking a big game was unrivalled.

Veins bulged on Count Timong’s forehead.

He shot a murderous glare at the Vampires and issued a new order, “Make preparations for warp magic.”

“S-sir?”

The Vampire assistants tilted their heads in confusion before finally remembering something and nodding in sync.

“Ah, you mean for the interdimensional warp experiment? Should we prep the captured clergymen to be used as the living sacrifices?”

“No, not that. We’ll just be moving to another location. We are going to leave this place for a while.”

“We’ll be moving to another location?”

The Vampires became even more puzzled by what Count Timong had told them. This would be his first time leaving the cavern in several decades, after all.

The Vampires nodded in unison before asking a question.

“Where should we set the coordinates for?”

Count Timong shook around the young zombie in his hand while making his response, “Aslan’s capital city. We’ll be taking as many Vampires as possible to the royal palace.”

Meaning, the boy would serve as a truly wonderful source of nutrition once he matured enough to be served as ‘sustenance’ for the Vampire King.

To the Vampires, Ruppel still remained a useful creature.

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The pillars of blood continued swirling madly around Second Imperial Prince Ruppel’s vicinity.

Despite the location being in front of the immature world tree, the aura of life still dissipated away, only to be replaced by the power of demonic energy.

The once-green garden rapidly began rotting. Even the leaves of the world tree were dyed in darkness.

Numerous servants and maids nearby screamed and urgently ran away from the vicinity of the battle.

Charlotte, the woodmen, hashashins, Harman, and Tina, all glared at Ruppel inside the centre of the tornado of blood.

The boy grinned deeply.

Sure, he was flustered just now, but eliminating these humans before his eyes shouldn’t prove to be all that difficult.