Mages Are Too OP Chapter 620

Chapter 620 True Ancestor's Rage

When Ragnar was taken to Roland again, he was rather uncomfortable.

To be honest, he didn't expect that he would be exposed as a member of the anti-vampire alliance for nothing more than taking a few people to settle down in the room below the queen's pillar.

He had no idea that there were other forces and people who were hostile to the True Ancestor of vampires except his alliance.

But he really didn't want to get exposed, because his two daughters were still in the city.

Roland, on the other hand, looked at the guy with great interest. He didn't expect that the first person he encountered here would be an NPC that was part of the plot.

“We meet again. I didn't know that you were so good.” Roland smiled from the bed.

Seeing Roland's weakness, the gnome was rather surprised, and then frightened. “You pissed off the Nether God and got attacked by her?”

“How do you know?” Roland was very curious, as the gnome didn't belong to any class.

“We've been living in the Netherworld for generations. How can we not know the aura of the Nether God?” Ragnar was even more horrified. He waved his arms with great excitement, wide-eyed. “What's your problem? I can understand that you want to deal with the True Ancestor of vampires, but how can you piss off the Nether God? She's a god and the master of this place. Nobody can resist her. Do you understand?”.

Roland chuckled softly. “Don't worry. The Nether God has already forgiven me.”

Naturally, he wouldn't tell the gnome that he was backed by the game system and even the Nether God dared not to do anything!

That would've only horrified him.

Therefore, he had put it in a subtle way.

“You have a god behind you too?” Ragnar wasn't really convinced,until he saw Schuck, the famous Saint Samurai. “All right, let's leave the Nether God aside. Why do you summon me here, sir?” “You told me that the resistance always asked for the True Ancestor of vampires' trouble. Can you introduce us to them?”

Ragnar became vigilant. “What do you want?”

“Cooperation,” said Roland slowly. “The True Ancestor of vampires is too strong for us or you. So, it will be best if we join forces.”

Ragnar was deep in thought. A moment later, he nodded and said, “I can forward your request to our boss, but I can't promise that it will pan out.”

“It's fine. If it doesn't, I hope you can provide intelligence about the True Ancestor of vampires for us.” Roland took a gold coin out of the system Backpack and flipped it to Ragnar. “Of course, we're not asking for it for free; we can pay for it. This is our advance payment and a gesture of sincerity.”

Picking up the gold coin with both hands, Ragnar looked at the bright round piece of metal and subconsciously bit it. He then seemed confused.

“You're worried that it might be fake?” asked Roland with a smile.

“I've never touched or seen a gold coin before.” Ragnar seemed rather bummed. “The most money I've seen is some fifty silver coins.”

In the Netherworld, ghosts were the most common thing besides stone.

Bronze and silver coins were mostly brought here by the people who were accidentally teleported here.

Most of them were ordinary people or mediocre professionals.

Naturally, some had brought gold coins to this plane, but not many.

In fact, there weren't many silver or bronze coins either.

As a result, the currencies here were very valuable. One gold coin was enough to buy a super tiny pillar in the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss as a home. The “super tiny” was only in a relative sense. In general, it would be a stone pillar fifty meters tall and twenty meters in diameter.

However, it was already the best “real estate” that an ordinary person could afford.

So, it was only natural that Ragnar was overwhelmed when he was given a gold coin so easily.

“If you haven't seen one, show it to your boss. I think he'll recognize it.” Roland waved his hand. “We're not asking you to cooperate with us immediately, but at least we can share intelligence with each other, right?”

“I'll try to talk to my boss.” Ragnar cautiously put the gold coin in his inner pocket. “Don't worry. I won't rat you out to the city guard.”

“They'll only give you one silver coin, and I've given you a gold one. You know how to choose.” Roland wasn't concerned.

Even if the gnome ratted them out, so what?

The worst outcome was death, but they could always come back in a couple of months.

Roland had already memorized the coordinates of this place and could teleport over anytime, and Ragnar would be faced with retaliation.

Ragnar was rather impressed by how confident Roland seemed.

He wondered whether Roland really knew what he was doing, or he was simply too naive.

Then, Ragnar left the room.

The first thing he did after he returned home was to take his daughter to a remote neighborhood and entrust her to a friend. He then left the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss and found the squad in black who was lurking in a valley nearby. After he confirmed the password, Ragnar met the captain of this squad. “May the blood-sucking fangs be gone from this world.” Ragnar slightly bowed at the man in black. “Esteemed Mr. Ryan, it's been a while.”

A middle-aged with golden hair chuckled. “It indeed has. Ragnar, you still haven't thought it through? You should rejoin us. Our boss should be able to recover your strength.” Ragnar shook his head. “But I can't let go of my two children.”

“They're not your children. Wouldn't it be better if they're given to their real families?”

Ragnar said solemnly, “They are my children.”

“Fine.” Ryan, the middle-aged man with golden hair, shook his head helplessly. “Let's talk about that another time. There must be something important that you want to talk to me about, right?”

“Yes, this is what happened.” Ragnar described what happened and took out the gold coin. “This is his advance payment. Check if it's

real.”

Ryan played with the gold coin for a while and nodded. “It's indeed a gold coin. That man was rather generous to give such a large sum of advance payment!”

“Then what's your thought?”

“Let's accept it. Why shouldn't we?” Ryan nodded and said, “All of the vampires' enemies are our friends. I'll tell you the intelligence and you can relay it to them.”

Ragnar nodded, not surprised at Ryan's decision.

Even he found that cooperating with those people was not a bad idea.

About half a day later, Ragnar returned to the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss and met Roland again.

He then informed Roland of all the intelligence about the True Ancestor of vampires he was aware of.

After that, Ragnar left.

Roland and the others also left soon after Ragnar did.

Roland stuck a beard on himself and put on a wig. He then followed Schuck out through the main door openly.

Half an hour later, an elite squad of the city guards launched an assault on the bottom of the True Ancestor's Pillar and searched the place thoroughly.

The middle part of the True Ancestor's Pillar was an extremely vast and empty space.

A great number of beautiful magic crystals were hanging on the ceiling, all brought by the True Ancestor from the main plane.

She brought over some magic crystals every time, and gradually, the enormous ceiling had been decorated as if it were a flashing starry sky.

On the ground was a beautiful lawn. It was hard for plants to grow in the Netherworld. However, there were plenty of Druids among the vampires.

In the middle of the spacious lawn lay a yellow-and-white table that had fruit wine and cakes placed on it.

A beautiful black-haired girl was sitting on a chair and enjoying fruit wine in a white dress.

“We have a starry sky and a lawn,” said the girl, not without regret, “but we're still short of a natural breeze.”

“Master, do you want me to cast Breeze on you?” asked the maid who was serving her.

The black-haired girl shook her head. “That's unnecessary. The wind created by magic always smells funny.”

With this, the maid stepped back.

The black-haired girl was the True Ancestor of vampires. She drank the fruit wine and recalled the man she saw in the soul world before long.

The man was able to resist a strike from the Nether God's clone!

That was quite a remarkable thing.

Normal creatures couldn't look the Nether God in the eyes, not even the True Ancestor of vampires.

So, the Nether God always sent a clone to her when she wanted to talk to her.

Even though the Nether God's clone was only one percent as strong as her, the attack the clone performed was still based on godhood.

It was not hard to imagine how strong the man was to have resisted such an attack.

“Things are getting tricky.” The True Ancestor of vampires was very powerful, but she never underestimated anyone.

It was all because of her experience in fighting the Church of Light.

Those people were ordinary human beings, yet they were fearless of death and didn't hesitate to sacrifice themselves until they collapsed the magnificent vampire kingdom.

She was forced to hide here and there, and had to migrate to the Netherworld to stop the war.

The vampires never had the courage to set up a regime again, and the vampires who stayed in the main plane spent their time fleeing and trying to survive.

There was already an anti-vampire alliance that opposed her, and now she had another enemy whom even the Nether God would rather not deal with.

How troublesome.

The girl felt a headache coming on.

At this moment, a maid came from downstairs and walked to the True Ancestor. “My queen, according to Mr. Rexxar, someone on the street told him where the assassin lived, but by the time he went there, the assassin was already gone.”

“Anything else?” Hearing that Roland had fled, the True Ancestor of vampires felt even worse.

“Mr. Rexxar asked a lot of people and found that the assassin had companions, and one of them was likely a Saint Samurai!” “Bastard.” The cup in the True Ancestor's hand began to squeak and crack. “I've already fled so far away to this place, yet the Church of Light is still coming after me like hungry dogs. Do they take my tolerance for weakness?”

She slowly stood up, and her eyes became bloodshot. She had burst into a rage.

Chapter end