I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 424: Chapter 426: Snake Clan God, The Ambition to Slay a God

In the dim environment, bloated poison snake tattoos intertwined with one another like balls of yarn, their long, slender, and cold eyes fixated on the sky.

Every hiss emitted with each lash of their forked tongues was enough to make even battle-hardened veterans’ hair stand on end as tens of thousands of poison snakes hissed in unison.

This unbroken stretch of land, merely over twenty kilometers across, swiftly approached its center under the flight of a unicorn.

There stood a Black Altar, ten blades long and three blades high, with no snakes within a thousand blades of it, as if the altar was a taboo for the venomous creatures.

Around the altar, carvings of poison snakes with open mouths and sharp tusks twisted into grotesque and unsettling effigies, brimming with the aura of exotic city-states.

Even more chilling were the ruby eyes embedded in each carving, these magic energy filled gemstones seemingly breathing new life into the sculptures, making the poison snake reliefs appear alive and entwined around the Black Altar.

This sight, capable of halting a person’s heart, rendered the already sinister altar even more terrifying.

It wasn’t just ordinary people who would be unnerved—the sight of the altar made even Lide’s eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

Great terror was brewing.

This altar seemed like a coffin lid pressing down on the abyss, as if any disturbance could swing open the gates to the abyss that contained a fearsome Evil God.

And as the group drew within a thousand blades’ distance of the Black Altar, catching sight of the crimson eyes of the snake sculptures,

a profoundly malevolent Hell Profanity burst forth from the land.

“Death…”

“Destruction…”

“Slaughter…”

“Brutality…”

“Darkness…”

The blasphemous language, which delved deep into the soul, burst forth word by word, its elongated tones and echoing cadence so chilling it was as if one’s skull had been pried open.

Glory’s three great evil tongues: Hell Profanity, Undead Profanity, and Abyss Profanity, each packed with a strong Spirit Attack, could strip an ordinary person of their sanity, turning them into a bloodthirsty madman upon hearing these malevolent words.

The blasphemous language Lide mastered, which belonged to an ancient era inhabited by Divine Monsters, was no less potent than the three great evil tongues.

Yet even so, he felt immense pressure under the assault that devoured the soul.

It was Divine Pressure.

A direct hit to the soul.

And the surrounding Elves were even worse off, their complexions pale and their breaths irregular.

These Upper Races had already lost a significant part of their combat capability even without seeing the enemy.

“Lord, the evil aura here severely suppresses the Elves; the Abyss Profanity resonates within our souls, inescapable…