Broken Continent, the seventh tunnel of the Abyss Mine. The hard slave No. 0731, Shen Jianyuan, has been digging underground in the dark for three years. No one knew his name, only that he was silent and cold, like a breathing corpse. Until the supervisory knight's whip broke his collarbone and blood splashed on the ancient mine wall - the power of the true vampire ancestor sleeping in his bloodline awakened. Overnight, the mine turned into a purgatory. Shen Jiyuan bit the overseer's throat and used necromantic magic to awaken the ancient corpses buried deep in the mine tunnels. When he stepped on blood and walked out of the mine, what awaited him were the Viking warbands from the Northern Islands, the frost dragons that dominated the sky, and the sea of chaos filled with sea monsters and magical storms. Slay the dragon, seize the heart core, and strengthen the bloodline. Tame the giant frost wolf and the immortal phoenix, and mount the legion across the continent. But the bloodline of the True Ancestor is a curse - every jump in power is accompanied by a thirst for blood. He once lost control in the ecstasy after slaying the dragon, and personally tore apart the first companion who trusted him. Glory is more important than life, and running away is equal to the death of the soul. Shen Jianyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stepped on the dragon's back, and raised his sword towards the Temple of Light on the Isle of Kingship.
The smell of rust mixed with rotten stench flooded into the nose.
Eric opened his eyes and saw nothing.
It's not the kind of darkness at night, it's the thick darkness that fills the mine tunnels. It's absolute nothingness that can't be distinguished even if you put your fingers in front of your eyeballs. The chains rattled, and he tried to raise his hands, only to find that his hands were fixed to the rock wall behind him by heavy iron cuffs. The skin on the wrist bones had been worn away, and every slight movement was like a knife digging into the flesh. Blood along
