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Chapter 890 - 403: Establishment of the Anti-Blood Race Front_2

Prince Edmund cut open his own wrist and let his blood drip into the central altar. The moment the blood touched the altar, the entire Shadow Dome began to tremble, the Blood Moon’s radiance converging through the dome’s crystal into a pillar of light that enveloped Dracula.

Mighty Original Force tore the firmament asunder, pouring continuously into Dracula’s body.

"Stop him!"

Ye Qingzhou ordered the Frost Guards, "At any cost!"

At his command, ice and flame erupted together.

The Frost Guards erected an Extreme Cold Domain, slowing the movements of the Daywalkers.

The Flame Dragon Knights broke in through the shattered dome, a Flaming Arrow Rain cascading down.

Ye Qingzhou lunged straight for Dracula, the Ice and Fire Power on his blade fusing into a silver-blue energy unlike anything seen before.

"It’s useless. I already possess an Undying Body—eternal and unperishing, coexisting with the world."

Dracula spread his arms within the pillar of light. "The Blood Moon Ritual is already..."

His words were cut short.

An Ice Crystal Longsword pierced his heart from behind. While unleashing a Fighting Spirit Slash, Ye Qingzhou had actually hidden a Magic Attack in secret!

In that instant, a weak yet tenacious Original Force flowed in along the wound into Dracula’s body, skillfully striking at the energy nodes within him and disrupting the balance of his Original Force circulation.

Dracula let out a deafening shriek, and the pillar of light instantly fell into chaos.

Seizing the opening, Ye Qingzhou swung Frost Winter Oath with all his strength—the silver-blue energy along the blade surged like a flood, cleaving the Blood Race Duke’s body in two.

"No!!!"

Prince Edmund screamed and hurled himself forward, only to be swatted away by a single claw from Xiaohuo.

The light of the Blood Moon began to twist, black liquid seeped from the walls of the Shadow Dome, and the entire castle convulsed in agony like a living thing.

"Retreat!"

Ye Qingzhou slashed out a streak of Frost Sword Qi, freezing the oncoming Kane into a block of ice, and without the slightest hesitation issued his command: "Everyone, withdraw at once!"

They had barely made it a hundred meters out of the castle when a cataclysmic roar thundered from behind them.

The Shadow Dome shattered like an eggshell crushed by an invisible giant hand, falling apart in the Blood Moon’s light; the shockwave hurled everyone into the air.

Three days later, inside the Morning Star Family’s castle.

"Where is Dracula?"

"For now, I’ve destroyed him."

Ye Qingzhou’s expression did not change. The great feat of slaying a Blood Race Duke was far from enough to reverse the current tide of battle.

Aurelian’s voice turned hoarse. "A pity—the Blood Moon Ritual is still one-third complete."

With that, he took out a Memory Crystal and handed it to Ye Qingzhou. "Laine, see what Elise discovered along the Star Orbit."

The crystal projected an image that made Ye Qingzhou’s blood run cold—hundreds of black castles identical to the Shadow Dome were slowly rising across the Empire.

"What we destroyed was only one avatar."

Aurelian clenched his fist. "Dracula was prepared long ago."

Ye Qingzhou looked out the window. The Blood Moon had yet to fade; its color had only grown deeper and heavier.

On the distant horizon, another red moon was faintly taking shape—the phenomenon of twin moons sharing the sky, the very sign foretold in ancient prophecy as the omen of "Eternal Night’s Descent."

"The War has only just begun."

Ye Qingzhou spoke softly, the icy blue glow in his left eye and the flame patterns on his right hand flaring at the same time. "The order of the old world will be shattered. What we must do is forge a brand-new order..."

...

The sky above Imperial Capital Shenghui City had turned a sickly dark red.

When news of Second Prince Edmund Saint Clair’s death spread like wildfire, the aging Emperor did something that shocked the entire Empire—standing at the center of the Noble Council, he personally snapped the neck of the Minister of Finance, then, before the eyes of dozens of nobles, tore open the man’s carotid artery with his teeth.

"This is the fate of those who support the rebels."

Wiping the blood at the corner of his mouth, the Emperor declared, his once-clouded eyes now the distinctive scarlet of the Blood Race: "From this day forth, the Saint Claire Empire shall become the People of Eternal Night."

Within the council hall, the nobles who had long since been transformed bared their fangs in savage grins.

The few nobles who still remained human had just begun to protest when the Royal Guard sealed every exit.

That night, the fountains of the Noble District in Holy Radiance City flowed with nothing but blood.

When word reached the Northern Territory, Ye Qingzhou was on the training grounds outside Frost Iron City, instructing new recruits.

The messenger stumbled in to report, and the Flaming Longsword in Ye Qingzhou’s hand nearly slipped from his control, reducing the nearby straw dummy to ash.

"The Emperor has openly transformed?"

The icy blue light in Ye Qingzhou’s left eye flickered violently. "Two whole weeks earlier than we expected..."

"Not only that, my lord."

The messenger’s face was deathly pale. "The commoners’ district of the Imperial Capital has already entered curfew. Anyone who goes out at night will be... will be treated as Blood Food."

Ye Qingzhou drove his sword point into the ground, frost spreading ten meters along the cracks.

The intelligence they had brought back from the Shadow Dome three weeks ago showed that the Emperor had accepted Dracula’s Initial Embrace half a year prior.

But none of them had anticipated that the man who had ruled the Empire for forty years would so decisively tear off his mask.

"Summon all officers at captain rank."

Ye Qingzhou drew his sword, his expression solemn yet utterly unpanicked. "And send for the envoys of the Holy Sun Church Court—it is time to raise the ’Flag of Dawn.’"

The Central Square of Frost Iron City was packed with people.

Commoners from every domain of the Northern Territory, the remaining representatives of the nobility, the Priest Team of the Holy Sun Church Court, and even Mages who had fled from the south—all of them craned their necks to look up at the castle’s main balcony, where Aurelian Morning Star stepped out clad in full Starfall Steel Armor. The deep-blue cloak on his shoulders, embroidered with the Morning Star Family Emblem, snapped in the cold wind.

"People of the Empire!"

Aurelian’s voice, amplified by a Magic Amplifier, resounded across the square. "Today we witness the end of an era. The Saint Claire Imperial Family has betrayed the dignity of humankind and chosen to become the claws of bloodthirsty monsters!"

An angry roar erupted from the crowd.

Someone brandished a spear tipped with the severed head of a Blood Race, while many more tightened their grip on the newly issued Silver Weapons—hastily forged from the Morning Star Family’s mines.

"But the Northern Territory will never bow!"

Aurelian leveled his greatsword at the sky, his words fierce and fervent. "From this moment on, Frost Iron City shall be a fortress for all who yearn for freedom. Under the guidance of the light of dawn, we will fight until the last drop of blood!"

His speech was cut short by a sudden burst of golden light.

The Archbishop of the Holy Sun Church Court stepped onto the balcony, the Holy Staff in his hand erupting with a radiance as blazing as the sun.

As the light swept over the crowd, several figures lurking in the shadows screamed—the Blood Race spies who had been transformed, now curling on the ground, smoke rising from their bodies.

"In the name of the Holy Sun!"

The Archbishop’s aged voice rang with power. "All who swear themselves here today shall receive the blessing of light! Take up your weapons, children—this is the final Holy War!"

Standing beside his father, Ye Qingzhou watched the forest of raised arms in the square.

Farmers gripped pitchforks, blacksmiths hefted hammers, and even children held sharpened wooden sticks.

In that surging sea of humanity, a great banner of blue field and silver stars slowly rose—besides the Morning Star Family Emblem, a silver sword piercing a black moon had been added to its cloth.

"The Flag of Dawn..."

Elise’s expression shifted, and she murmured under her breath. The Star Orbit Compass in her hand was spinning wildly. "Laine, the star signs show we have only seven days."

Ye Qingzhou tightened his grip on his sword hilt. The Ice and Fire Rune on his left arm glimmered faintly, torrents of Original Force surging through his body, growing stronger with every passing moment.

"Enough for me to finish that one thing."

The winter of Imperial Calendar year 374 would later be known as the "Winter of Awakening."

By the time the Imperial Family’s army marched grandly out of Holy Radiance City, the sparks of rebellion had already been kindled throughout the Empire.

The blacksmith’s apprentice Roy would never forget the night that changed his fate.

He hid behind the coal pile by the furnace, watching as three Blood Race guards nailed his master to the anvil and cracked open his throat the way one would tap a wine cask.

His master’s dying gaze stabbed him with such terror that his whole body trembled, yet he had not the slightest courage to resist—until the guards began discussing whose home they should "visit" next...