Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

If things continue like this, there will only be two outcomes: either the clone will hold power and the opponents will be killed, or the clone's leader will be overthrown, the clone will die and another person will become the next leader.

If it is the former, it is easy to say, but what if it is the latter?

Alman's value to Elsa Faris lies in his understanding of his own clone. Elsa Faris needs him to find the clone, but if the leader is no longer Alman, but another vampire, Alman's role and advantages will of course disappear. After he is no longer of any use, will Elsa let him go?

There is no need to consider such things.

So now Alman feels anxious. He must find the location of his clone as soon as possible to prove his worth. At the same time, he must also find an escape plan.

"I'm being exploited here all day long, and you, my avatar, are acting tyrannically over there, even sending people to cause trouble for me - it feels great to be a leader, right? I'm in such a miserable state, and you still want to kick me when I'm down! You're so despicable, so don't blame me for being unkind and unjust! Just wait, Lady Faris will come to find you personally!

Hehehe, let’s see who has the last laugh——”

Arman whispered viciously.

Although his clone didn't know that his original body was still alive, it was even less likely that he would deliberately cause trouble for him. The appearance of Palag was just a coincidence.

But Alman had no choice; he needed to vent all his grievances and anger.

He had already made up his mind: his clone would die no matter what, and similarly, the rest of the old leader's men would have to die as well. Many of the organization's former members had dispersed, and simply eliminating the clones wouldn't reassure Alman, and Elsa Faris wouldn't be satisfied either.

Otherwise, even if he escapes from Elsa one day in the future, he will never be at peace.

Imagine him finally seizing the opportunity to escape, only to run into the remnants of the old leader's men while fleeing. What would they think when they learned that it was Alman who betrayed them, personally blocking the path to death for so many of his own people? While those people might not know he was the traitor, what if?

There are many stubborn people among the vampires, such as Palag who suddenly came to assassinate them. Those guys would not sit down with him and reason with him peacefully, but would twist his head off with a slap.

Furthermore, the clone had several "confidants" under his command, who were now considered "troublemakers" for Alman. They were actually people captured by the Blood Pact and forced to serve Alman, and many of them had been tortured by Alman. Alman knew Elsa's peculiarities, and a single slap from Elsa would render the indestructible Blood Pact like paper, instantly shattering it and freeing those people.

So, what would they do if they knew that Alman still had a living original body and that its strength was greatly reduced?

Don't even think about it, eating their blood and flesh is the least of your worries.

As for seizing the clone's body to restore his strength, it is even more unrealistic. If Elsa and the sage take action personally, the ashes will probably be scattered everywhere. How can there be any left for him?

Then you cannot become stronger, and the only thing you can do is to weaken the power of all potential enemies.

At worst, they'll all explode - he'll become weaker, he's not as good as before, and then no one else who might pose a threat to him will have an easy life either.

While he is still under Elsa's command and Elsa will accept his advice, then beat him hard. Anyway, this will just meet Elsa's wish and make him appreciate her.

I'm sorry, old friends. You're all going to die sooner or later anyway, so you might as well help me with the sales. This way you can make the best use of your resources.

Alman comforted himself in his heart.

Even if all the old members of the organization are wiped out, as long as he is still alive, everything can start over again.

"What are you mumbling about?"

The sudden voice behind him startled Alman. He turned around quickly and felt relieved when he saw that it was Becky.

"It's you, haha, so you came from Kroros too, without even telling me."

In fact, Alman felt very close to Becky.

This intimacy was not due to anything else, but simply a feeling of sympathy - he and Becky were captured by Elsa and brought to the North at almost the same time, and both were poor people who were directly defeated by Elsa. Both were vampires, both had been cadres of the organization, and both had been humiliated by Elsa's terrifying power. Even now, under Elsa's command, they were considered half colleagues.

It naturally feels familiar.

"what are you doing?"

"Nothing, I just made some new discoveries. I feel like I'm not far from success..."

Alman spoke in a relaxed tone, but gradually frowned as he looked at Becky, who was radiant and seemed to be several years younger.

Wait, why does Becky look so...good today?

"You, you drank blood?!"

Alman was surprised.

Consuming human blood is something that Elsa has expressly forbidden.

Although Alman did not smell the slightest scent of blood, he would definitely not make a mistake. Becky looked like she had consumed blood recently, which was in stark contrast to his weak appearance.

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511. La Cosna Giant

Damn, blood, fresh blood!

He couldn't help swallowing his dry throat.

Greedy.

Alman hadn't drunk human blood for more than two months. At most, he had used the fishy blood of animals as a substitute. When he thought that Becky must have secretly prepared some special meal for him when she was in Kloros, Alman couldn't help but feel envious. Imagining the rich taste of blood, his mouth suddenly became dry.

"Do you have fresh blood... on your hands? Can you give me some?"

Alman spoke with difficulty.

He was a high-ranking vampire, yet he had fallen to the point where he had to beg for blood - he couldn't help but feel embarrassed, even humiliated, but at this moment he didn't care about his face and just wanted some delicious fresh blood.

However, Becky shook her head and spread her hands helplessly.

"No, how could I possibly have it? You know the rules. You can't drink human blood."

"what?"

Alman was disappointed.

That's true. Even if Becky really did secretly get some blood to drink, that was something that happened in the past. Now in the Barony of Fisher, under Elsa's nose, how could Becky dare to continue?

"But you're not wrong. I did drink some blood. It was delicious blood." Becky could still feel the sweet aftertaste lingering in her mouth. She said longingly, "You may not believe this, but it was given to me by the Master himself."

What Elsa gave Becky was just a little blood diluted with water, but as a vampire, Becky believed she would not mistake the smell of blood.

"Master?" Yarman was puzzled. "Who?"

"Lady Faris." Becky said as a matter of course.

Alman was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses, his eyes filled with disbelief. He pointed at Becky with wide eyes and asked:

"When did you...recognize Lady Faris as your master?!"

"What's the matter? You're not going to compete with me, are you?"

Becky got anxious and Alman laughed angrily.

"Rob? I, I would rob you!? Damn, do I look like someone like you! - Becky, where is your backbone as a vampire? Where is your self-esteem? You actually serve a human as your master?"

"But the master is very good to me. You see, I am living much better than you now."

As she spoke, Becky blinked her eyes, and that serious expression immediately extinguished Alman's anger. He couldn't even tell for a moment whether Becky was deliberately provoking him.

Becky continued, "Honestly, Alman, you and I are from the same tribe and have both served in the organization before, so I'm telling you there's no need to be so persistent. What's wrong with joining the Master? You've seen her strength, she's stronger than the old leader. If she's willing to take us in, we'd be lucky.

Look at me, my strength has not only been restored, but has even improved."

Becky condensed a blood mist in her palm.

Although Alman's strength was gone, his vision was still there. Staring at the solid blood mist, he could see that Becky's strength was indeed much stronger than before, which also caused an indescribable shock in his unwilling and indignant heart.

They are vampires, and he knows very well how difficult it is to increase the strength of vampires without high-quality blood as food.

But when he thought of this, he felt bitter again.

Of course he could understand Becky's thoughts. There was nothing wrong with giving up her obsession and joining Elsa Faris.

But the problem is, he is a vampire criminal charged with serious crimes!

Becky was much lighter in comparison.

He might not dare to do what Becky could do.

Alman had to admit that his mindset seemed to have changed a long time ago. If Elsa didn't kill him, he felt that submitting to her wouldn't be unacceptable. Besides, even a powerful figure like Duke Charlbliss had to grovel and become a prisoner before Elsa. What was there to be upset about?

Yarman stopped insisting on this topic, took a deep breath, and asked, "What kind of blood did she give you to drink? It definitely can't be human blood."

"I'm not sure..."

Becky had never felt that way before, so she couldn't answer.

Alman hesitated to speak, and suddenly felt a sense of suffocation.

It's really sad... He clearly came to Aisha's service together with Becky. It's only been a short time, why is there such a big difference in treatment between him and Becky?

He was not envious, he just felt unwilling.

If his strength could be restored or even improved, why would he need to be so deliberate and calculating?

Apparently, Becky didn't notice the resentment in Alman's eyes. She glanced at the map beside her, not forgetting her business: "Okay, I won't chat with you for now. I'm here to call you. The master wants you to come over."

……

In a town somewhere in the Northern Kingdom, the Silver Demon General—Brucifer—stopped in front of a tavern, accompanied by a tall and burly attendant.

At first glance, the two of them standing together looked like a dusty traveling merchant and his guard.

"How are those vampires doing? I remember they've been out of touch with us since Alman took over. I noticed something's been going on in the North. Is it targeting them?"

Brucifa asked.

They had just arrived in this small town last night. Most of the residents were Ute dwarves, and of course there were also outsiders like them, so the two of them did not seem very conspicuous when walking on the street.

Their destination was Bolmo.

Bolmo is a seaport city in Belmont Ferrea, located on the west coast. It's one of the larger cities in northwestern Chakmin Province, nestled close to the lower estuary of the Myra River and bordering Bolmo Bay. It's the region's largest fishing port and a key commercial hub. For those seeking to reach distant islands or cross the ocean, Bolmo is a good choice.

However, out of caution, they did not set off in a hurry, but disguised themselves and entered the small town - Gray Salt Town. It was only about a day's journey from the seaport, and merchants and travelers often stayed here. Although there were many people and eyes, they also brought a lot of information from afar.

Brucifer disguised himself as an ordinary merchant, a disguise easily achieved by the Silver Demon General. His attendant was a high-ranking demon, the Lacoste Titan—Roronoa. However, he didn't possess the slightest demonic aura, nor did he display any of the Racoste Titan's racial traits. He simply appeared as a rather sturdy middle-aged man.

In the territory of the Demon King who is known for his brutality and violence, the Lacostna Giants are considered a very powerful race. Since the Demon King War, they have been a vassal race of the Silver Demons. The Silver Demons are not good at frontal combat, and their existence just makes up for this shortcoming of the Silver Demons. As the most valiant fighter in the race, Roronoa naturally became the guard of this generation of Silver Demon General Brucifer.

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512. Inksha's Prayer (4K3)

Brucifa had been in town for a few days.

Now I come to the tavern to gather intelligence, and at the same time go to the guild to post tasks and buy some information. This is the territory of humans, so naturally we follow the rules of humans.

"My lord, they're being very secretive. The people we sent out don't know their specific actions, but we do know that the Empire has sealed off the border. Sister Elsa Faris and the Mystic Sage have been missing for some time since they left for the southern border. I'm afraid they're also tracking down Alman. It seems Alman intends to remain in hiding forever."

Roronoa replied.

"There's no point in hiding."

Brucifa snorted disdainfully, then seemed to feel that what he said was a little inappropriate - after all, all of them, the demon generals, were hiding from Elsa at this time without exception. The last time his formation was broken by Elsa, he almost lost his life due to the backlash of the formation, and now his injuries have not yet fully recovered.

Although I am very unwilling, there is nothing I can do given the gap in strength.

Even Tobias, who was known for his "immortality", was killed, and the remaining demon generals probably had no power to fight - Tobias was a demon general from the previous generation, and his strength was extremely strong. Even if he had been imprisoned and weakened for fifty years, he should have regained his original strength or even more under the influence of the black dead branches.

Much stronger than the demon generals of Brucifer's generation.

After all, the former was a force forged in the bloody and fiery battlefield fifty years ago, while the latter grew up during the gray fifty years when the demons were squeezed and oppressed. Many of their secret techniques were completely banned by the Church because they were too powerful, which directly led to a gap in the inheritance of the demon generals.

This series of disparities in growth and living environment and resources determines the disparity in their strength - even if they don't want to admit it, the strength of the current generation of demon generals is not as good as that of the previous generation of demon generals. This is a fact recognized by all demon generals.

So, since Elsa can kill Tobias, the other demon generals will just be a hot dish if they face her.

Otherwise, they would not have chosen to escape so decisively.

This is a helpless move.

Brucifa coughed dryly twice to hide his embarrassment.

"I'm saying that hiding is fine, but we can't do it blindly. If the ultimate goal isn't to fight back one day, then hiding is meaningless and just cowardly behavior! Only by standing up and launching resistance can we be considered warriors. Otherwise, our bloodline will sooner or later be completely tamed by humans—just like those ignorant, cowardly bullies currently plaguing the Demon King's territory."

Brucifa said, gradually changing from guilty conscience to righteousness.

"Look at what their ancestors gave them—powerful bloodlines, long lifespans, and even sharp fangs for hunting—what a gift! But what have they done with them? They haven't built their own country, they haven't fought for great ambitions. Each of them has high aspirations but low skills, and their vision is shallow. They only know how to guard their own little piece of land, dig their own coffins, and sleep soundly.

They choose to rely on humans for comfort, protect their subjects, refrain from killing and sucking blood, and instead obey human laws. These guys are toothless scum—just wait and see, if this continues, within fifty years, they will completely lose their blood and become the livestock kept by humans! Foolish! They lack the blood of us Silver Demons!

Only the Duke of the North had some courage and righteousness, not turning to humans for support."

Brucifa talked incessantly, looking proud.