Global Deities: Rising as Wood Elves' God

"The armies are ready. Why haven’t we set out?"

"Are we going to wait until those Clans from the Blood-colored Teleportation Gate turn the Blood-colored Plain into their own fortress before we make a move?!"

A sense of unease had been gnawing at her for days.

Thus, Vampire Count Helen Wei was utterly displeased with the other two veteran Vampire Counts for dragging their feet.

"Don’t be so hasty, my beautiful Helen Wei!"

"If you’re willing to come to my ancient castle and lie in my bed tonight, I’d gladly order the troops to march at once!"

"HAHAHA!"

Before Vampire Count Helen Wei could even frown, slam the table, and let out an angry retort, the veteran Vampire Count Modofi’s tone shifted.

"My apologies, that was just a joke. I trust you don’t mind!"

Before Vampire Count Helen Wei could raise an objection, she heard Vampire Count Modofi speak again.

"You can’t really be unaware of our reason for delaying, can you?"

The veteran Vampire Count Modofi said in a low voice, "We are waiting for the full moon—the spectacular sight of the Blood Moon reaching its zenith in the Large Dark Plane!"

"When the Blood Moon is full, every Vampire Clan in the Large Dark Plane will receive a boost."

"While this boost may not be significant for us, it’s a massive advantage for the rank-and-file of the Vampire Corps!"

"Had we not missed last month’s full Blood Moon while mustering our forces, we would have marched long ago!" Vampire Count Modofi said unhurriedly.

"Furthermore, according to the Blood Bat Scouts dispatched by Viscount Casa, the enemy deployed a massive Magic Array the very day they established their War Fortress. None of us know if it’s an array designed for mutual destruction!"

"And over the past month, their patrols and corps have coordinated flawlessly, leaving no openings."

"A rash attack would only squander the last of our Large Dark Plane’s forces for nothing."

Vampire Count Elvin, seated in another chair at the front, continued where Vampire Count Modofi left off.

"Modofi is right. The Vampire Ancestor once tried to scry them but was repelled."

"This means their faction possesses at least one Upper Class Semi-Divine Artifact, or a top-tier Clan member capable of contending with a Ninth Transformation Demigod Level powerhouse!"

"So, in this situation, we must gather more intelligence. Otherwise..."

Vampire Count Elvin didn’t finish, but every vampire in attendance understood his meaning.

If they could detect and repel even the Vampire Ancestor’s scrying, wouldn’t we be slaughtered if we went?

"So we’re just supposed to keep waiting?"

"Wait for them to further reinforce their War Fortress, making our assault that much harder?!"

Vampire Count Helen Wei’s anger still hadn’t subsided.

"No, no, no!"

Vampire Count Modofi shook his head.

"Of course we’re not just waiting idly!"

Modofi gave a chilling smile.

"Four armies, numbering eighty thousand elites, have been assembled."

"We are just waiting for the right moment!"

"By my calculations, the next full Blood Moon is just three days away."

"So, prepare yourselves!"

"This time, we will trap this Clan and uncover their secrets!"

"We will make sure they never return!"

The sounds of arguing in the ancient castle gradually subsided, replaced by a dangerous, oppressive silence.

In the Eternal Night Realm of the Large Dark Plane, the living forces of the Vampire Clan were being gathered. And the details of their plan—all of it—were being silently recorded by Hassan, a Shadow Elf hidden in the shadows, all but fused with his surroundings.

Once all the members of the Vampire Clan had departed the ancient castle and he was certain he was unobserved, the Shadow Elf Hassan silently slipped from the shadows and set off toward the Blood-colored Teleportation Gate. He had to deliver this intelligence to Legion Commander Feiyana.