I Become Baby Mafia Boss

The blood clan ancestors chose to end their lives before they became weaker and left a drop of their blood for the future generation to keep.

As long as the future generation needed them, they could still be revived at their peak strength, even if it would only last for a moment before they had to die again.

The ancestors didn't mind becoming a tool for their descendants, being forcefully revived and had to die again after their mission was over.

Immortality was a curse for them, but they bore it and left a way for their descendants to defend themselves.

Unfortunately, King Atherton shouldn't be as strong as his ancestors, right?

Could he even open a domain that could revive the ancestors in an instant?

Even if he could, to break free from the queen's restraint in this domain and open up a domain inside other people's domain...

That was unheard of.

The blood clan members didn't place much hope on their king.

At most, they could all die here but as long as Caroline and Lyod were still alive, even if it took a few thousands of years, the blood clan would never go extinct.

It was just that...the halflings and those with impure blood would have to suffer for a bit, becoming a wanderer without a home.

After all, they had left the underground kingdom for a reason.

That kingdom would soon perish because it stood still for more than a thousand years.

Under the pressure of the sea, under many other harsh circumstances...

The kingdom couldn't hold on anymore, and that's why the king wanted to lead everyone out to find a new home.

It seemed that...their new home would have to wait for another few thousands of years.

It's okay. What the blood clan lacked was never time.

They had as much time as they needed.

The pure-blooded ones were immortal. It was just that...maybe...after they woke up from 'a deep sleep', the halflings and all their other families with impure blood would have long passed away.

The blood clan warriors stood still in their place with reddened eyes. They clenched their teeth and fists while refusing to bow or show any cowardice.

The domain restrained them tightly, making them weak fishes on the cutting board, ready to be chopped.

But even so, they would never die with their backs facing the enemies.

They would die as heroes, and as long as the two elders who could revive them were still alive, they still had hope!

Atherton watched his people's eyes dim one by one, with despair infiltrating their bones.

Just a few more minutes. A few more minutes! He could break free and immediately create a domain to counter the Queen!

But the flow of time between the two sides was different.

A few minutes for the king and the blood clan was a long time for the ancestors and the queen.

In their eyes, the blood clan was moving so slowly that they almost didn't move at all.

The few minutes that the king needed were stretched endlessly, and now, no one could save them.

Unless Cerberus broke the rules and gave some time for Atherton to create his domain.

No one believed in Atherton, who should have been the last trump card of their blood clan. But the king himself still believed in his strength.

Because he was no worse than the celestial queen!

The first ancestor soldier made his move and the next few soldiers, both men and women, old and young, casually floated above the Crimson Island with cold expressions on their faces.

It was as if they were looking at a bunch of ants.

The next few soldiers didn't even reach ten people and drew their weapons one by one.

The spear, the bow and arrows, the stick, the harpoon, the trident.

One by one, the attacks fell on the people on Crimson Island.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The entire island shook, and more areas turned into that mysterious no-man land, as if there was never a space over there.

One by one, the remaining blood clan members received their death.

They died so easily. Too easy, as if they were really just weak ants in front of an elephant.

There was no more foreign aid. No more people who could save the remaining blood clan members.

Fresh red blood dyed the island like a raging wave splashing over the coastline.

The smell of blood filled the air, but one could not hear even a single sound of screams and pained groans from the blood clan members.

They turned into ashes. They got their bodies cut down into nothingness.

The pain from the holy energy must be so intense that they felt like being cooked alive.

But no. Not even a single warrior opened their mouths to scream.

They bite their lips hard, bite their tongue and shut their mouths until the end of their lives.

Their backs were straight, and cold sweat had already drenched their clothes to make them look like a soaked chicken.

But no one begged for mercy. No one screamed. No one opened their mouths to surrender.

They were warriors. Even if they couldn't fight back, as weak as ants in front of these giants...

Even if they were powerless and could only stand still, waiting for death...

Even if they might die here and now...

The warriors held their chins high and never admitted defeat.

The lifeline of their blood clan would never end here!

Even if they lost this war, even if all of them died, as long as the two elders lived...they could do this all over again!

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