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---- Chapter 3131 Petyr''s heart clenched, and he could not help but nce at Andrew. Andrew''s expression remained calm, showing no signs of anything unusual. However, Petyr knew deep down that Andrew was sending him a warning. If he went to the vampire camp and did not cooperate properly, his family back in Abyss City would die horribly. With that thought weighing on him, Petyr left Abyss City and disappeared into the Wastnds. Andrew stood on the city wall, watching his departure. "Nyx, follow him.
If he makes any other moves or doesn''t stick to my n, kill him." Nyx nodded and silently tracked the vampire, vanishing without a trace. Meanwhile, in the vampire camp, Gaston knelt respectfully on the ground. "Progenitor!" In the Blood Sacred Hall, Jorge Monreale, one of the vampire progenitors who slept here for ages, sat on his skull throne. His ---- crimson eyes studied Gaston as he let out a cold snort. "Gaston, you have disappointed me greatly.
The war has dragged on this long, and while the werewolves'' stupidity and ipetence are one thing, our vampires haven''t achieved a single victory either. I can''t stand watching this anymore." Gaston trembled. "Please forgive me, Progenitor! With the Cathedral''s Battle Angel joining the fight, we simply can''t withstand them." Jorge extended his long, blood-stained tongue and smiled menacingly. "I will personally deal with Arya. From this moment on, you don''t need to hold back anymore. And it''s not just me, even that old monster Ragnar will be joining the fight." Gaston looked shocked.
"The werewolf progenitor, Ragnar Marrock, has also arrived at the Wastnds battlefield?" Jorge replied, "Of course. If he doesn''te now, the werewolves might as well give up entirely. The Cathedral is running rampant in the Wastnds, and our Dark ns have suffered terrible losses. If we keep fighting among ourselves, it serves no purpose. We would only be watching our enemy grow stronger.
So next, the werewolves and vampires will advance and retreat together, and wipe out the Cathedral''s forces." Gaston answered immediately, "Yes!" ---- Jorge''s scarlet pupils shifted subtly as he asked, "As for Abyss City, that human named Andrew Lloyd... How much do you know about him?" Gaston said gravely, "He is very strong. At least for now, I may not be his match." Jorge bared his fangs and let out an unpleasantugh. "Very good! From that child, I sensed a trace of the most ancient aura of our race. It seems connected to the Queen, though I''m not entirely certain.
"But one thing is clear: he''s a descendant of our n''s former nemesis, the warrior Valerius Lloyd from Holtrien. When my consciousness was hidden inside Prescott, he forcibly expelled it. When I get the chance, I will devour him." Gaston was taken aback. "Progenitor, you said Andrew carries the Queen''s aura? That doesn''t seem possible. The Queen has been asleep for over 1000 years. She couldn''t possibly have any connection to Andrew." Jorge''s voice turned icy. "That''s none of your concern.
Remember, I have only one objective: destroy the Cathedral''s army, and the vampires will take control of the Wastnds. The Ludendorff family has outlived its usefulness. We''ll need to find anew proxy for our n''s interests in the Wastnds going forward." ---- Gaston replied, "Understood!" Jorge''s eyes suddenly shifted toward the outside, and he warned, "Someone''sing." His body faded and vanished from the skull throne in an instant.