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    ---- Chapter 3028 A low growl forced its way out of Kaelen''s throat. His rage split his lips as two fangs slid free. He stared viciously at Ragnar and roared, "Yes, I''m suffering because my son is dead! A human tore him apart, and his head was cut off! A human, a filthy, lowly creature, dared to hurt me like this! Progenitor, I need your guidance, and I need your power! Ragnar burst into wildughter. "Kaelen, so you finally tasted the pain brought by those wretched humans? It seemed the wisdom we Progenitors umted over thousands of years still meant nothing to you.


    You lost your son, and that idiot Viktor lost his own life as well. Aplete fool, aplete waste." He continued, "And what was the other one''s name again? His bloodline had just advanced, barely stepping into the Duke rank, and he was finally worth my attention. That poor little thing became a Duke and then was immediately killed by humans." Kaelen roared, "Giuliano! Progenitor, his name was Giuliano Rossi." Ragnar let out a rasping, viciousugh. "Giuliano, yes, that pitiful little one. He once came to the Sacred Mountain to meet me, but he refused the terms I offered him.


    He gained nothing from ---- me, so he med me and hated me. But in the end, he proved nothing at all. The only thing he proved was that defying a Progenitor cost him his life." Kaelen mmed his chest and shouted, "Progenitor, grant me higher-tier power! For this, I''m willing to pay any price that satisfies you." With a harsh hiss of excitement, Ragnar thrust his head out of the darkness. His face was riddled with pits, and maggots crawled openly within them. He had no lips, leaving rows of yellowed, rotten teeth exposed to the air.


    He said, "Kaelen, my child, I''ve been awake for quite some time now. But my weakness and my hunger have gone unanswered. Your offerings are nothing more than scraps, meant to cate an old thing that should''ve remained asleep. I know what you, Viktor, Edmund, and Gennaro have been thinking. You''ve grown too powerful, and you don''t want us to wake from our deep slumber. You''re afraid of us, aren''t you?" Kan kept his head lowered, saying nothing. Ragnar withdrew his hideous head back into the darkness. Only his hoarse, grating voice echoed. "I can grant you higher power, Kan.


    But you must help me regain my strength and reim my former authority! Can you do that?" ---- Kan raised his head and stood up. "Progenitor, I can do it! In fact, I''ve already prepared everything for you!" At his p, a line of ves, over 100 in total, were herded into the mountain hall by werewolf attendants. These ves wore tattered rags, walked barefoot, and had filthy, matted hair. Yet, without exception, they were all living, breathing humans.