Undying Warlord

[The host has been teleported to the fourth Trial ‘Blood Demons’. Your opponent for the final trial will be calculated based on the points the host has gained in the first three trials!]

[The host’s score in the first trial; <D>

The host’s score and contribution in the second trial: <SSS>, <98%>

The host’s score in the third trial: <SSS>]

Dilan’s ranking was a bit weird and he was not sure what exactly would happen during the fourth trial but he was a little bit astonished that they had already reached the final trial.

“The others should be fine because their score in the second trial will be much lower. I hope they won’t hate me for that,” Dilan grimaced as he made the calculations and he could only sigh deeply after a moment.

Victoria would definitely blame him if she wouldn’t be able to get something from the Blood Monarch’s Sanctum because he acted on his own.

At least that was what Dilan thought because he knew that the Blood Monarch was some sort of sacred figure for the Vampire race.

If it was possible to become the disciple of the Blood Monarch or gain his legacy it would be a dream come true scenario for Victoria.

Dilan understood this, somehow, but he didn’t even go all out when passing through the Instance Dungeon. His current strength was beyond his Tier, which was a simple yet terrifying fact.

[The host’s difficulty level for the final trial will be <SS>!]

[If you die while fighting against the Blood Demon, you will be expelled from the Instance Dungeon, and you cannot enter it for 72 hours. A temporary Curse may be cast on the host if he ends up getting expelled from the Instance Dungeon.]

The notifications didn’t really bother Dilan. He was not afraid of dying against the Blood Demon because he was confident that his strength was high enough to defeat weaker Tier-4 existence.

Even if the final trial’s difficulty was SS, he felt that he wouldn’t be facing a Tier-4 monster because the Instance Dungeon had all the required information pertaining to his Tier and Level.

The Pagoda of Time had always been fair and all other system-created challenges and advancement missions were no different.

Thus, Dilan was not worried as he emerged into a ginormous, brightly lit cave. It was extremely hot but that was only obvious because there were several streams of lava all around him.

The interior of the cavern hall looked pretty intense, and Dilan would be lying if he were to say that there was no ominous feeling crawling up his spine.

Nonetheless, he retained his calm even as a huge purple magic circle manifested on the ground.

Overflowing mana shot out of the magic circle that created a purple beam. Dilan’s hair was pushed back as some of the overflowing mana shot through the surrounding area, and he would have stumbled backward if not for his feet that were firmly anchored to the ground.

He didn’t move a single inch and kept staring at the purple beam where a huge, yet skinny body emerged. A being with black leathery skin, a pale, almost white face, huge leather wings, claws, eyes that were entirely crimson, and black horns that grew out of his forehead emerged in front of Dilan.

Dilan looked at the figure and he could immediately tell that this was the Blood Demon he was supposed to fight. With power appraisal, he could tell that his opponent was stronger than Platinum Tier-3 because the ability didn’t work on that monster.

By using his senses, Dilan could gauge that the Blood Demon was not yet a Tier-4 existence but that it was definitely stronger than the Flood Dragon he had fought on the abandoned island.

“Are you the Blood Monarch? Your power seems too similar to a Vampire’s powers, just stronger and purer,” Dilan asked all of a sudden.

He had noticed that the Blood Demon had no idea where he was, let alone why he had been teleported to the cave. It was almost as if the system had kidnapped the Blood Demon and thrown him into the cave to force him to challenge Dilan.

This was quite interesting and enough reason for Dilan to speak to the Blood Demon, knowing deep down that he was not the Blood Monarch. However, there was something Dilan wanted to test out, and it seemed to work out pretty well because he finally had the Blood Demon’s attention.

“Blood Monarch? On Milarn?” The Blood Demon asked, grimacing weirdly before he began to laugh loudly. His rumbling laughter thundered through the entire cave and it took him a while to get back to his senses.

“Is that what he calls himself…Blood Monarch?? This tiny weakling is really brave!” He snarled, and his crimson eyes began to glow in anger.

“Human, tell me! What are the other measly adventurers calling themselves?” The Blood Demon was ready to kill Dilan at any moment.

However, instead of killing him right off the bat, he wanted to enjoy himself a little bit and toy around with the weak and puny human.

The history of the weak group of adventurers, who had fled from their realm after attempting to steal a few Demon’s Essence fragments, was far too intriguing.

‘How does he know that I’m speaking about Milarn…and from where does he even know the name of my world, to begin with?!’ Dilan was suspicious and he squinted his eyes, not sure what to think about the given situation.

Nonetheless, it was a fact that he could understand the Blood Demon and that he was talking to him, to begin with.

“What other adventurers are you talking about? Were there more than the Blood Monarch?” Dilan asked, not sure if he understood properly.

Talking to the Blood Demon felt a bit weird, especially since he could converse with him despite speaking different languages. That was more than just a little bit odd.

Fortunately, Dilan had faced and overcome many odd situations during the last two months. Thus, he was able to regain control of his senses rather quickly.

“The being you call Blood Monarch is but a weakling, who had nearly sacrificed himself to protect the adventurer group in the hope to gain a fortune from them. He followed one of the Adventurers who stole the Essence Fragment of a fellow Blood Demon and merged it with himself.

That is probably the being you call a ‘Vampire’!” The Blood Demon didn’t seem stupid. He could make up his own theories and conclusions by connecting the dots by piecing together the shreds of information Dilan had shared.

Dilan could also understand what the Blood Demon was talking about and his eyes widened a little when he realized what was going on.

“You mean that the King of Werewolves, the Vampire King, and the Witch Queen stole the powers of a bunch of demons, that they somehow came to Milarn, and then they used their powers to build their own empire…that’s pretty cool, not gonna lie!” Dilan began to laugh at the absurdity of the Blood Demon’s words.

According to Victoria’s information, the King of all Vampires was several thousand years old, and it looked like he was one of the adventurers the Blood Demon was referring to.

If that was not funny, Dilan didn’t know what else could be…which was probably the case.

However, Dilan didn’t give a damn about that, which was enough to enrage the Blood Demon.

“You puny little human!!”