Global Deities: Rising as Wood Elves' God

"Damn it!"

"This is infuriating!"

"Where the hell are the Vampire Corps and the supporting Viscounts who were supposed to be gathering to invade the other plane?"

In a Large Dark Plane.

Inside the Ancient Castle that once belonged to Count Yin Hai the Vampire.

But since Count Yin Hai the Vampire was now dead, his Ancient Castle was being used as a war council headquarters.

Overcome with rage, Vampire Count Elvin shot to his feet, not even bothering with the seat behind him, and furiously demanded an answer.

He recalled giving the order to retreat himself, just five hours ago.

The memory still filled Vampire Count Elvin with indignation!

’What happened?’

’When they didn’t know the situation on the other side, the Vampire Viscounts and Vampire Counts all rushed over, eager to get a piece of the pie.’

’But the moment they saw how powerful the enemy was, that they even dared to counterattack the Blood-colored Teleportation Gate, they all turtled up and hid!’

Vampire Count Elvin’s normally handsome face was now twisted into a savage snarl of fury.

He remembered how his army of fifty thousand had been divided and cut off, piece by piece.

Then, just as he was about to intervene and salvage the disastrous situation,

he was forced back by the auras of at least four Ninth Level Power members of the Heroic Clan that erupted from the enemy’s ranks.

After that, he could only watch helplessly as his personal army of fifty thousand crumbled under the enemy’s relentless, stormy assault.

And he remembered how pathetically he had transformed into a bat and fled back to the rear, pressured by the enemy’s Heroic Clan!

Every time these images replayed in his mind, Vampire Count Elvin felt a rage that threatened to burst from his chest!

"Modofi! Helen Wei! And what about those newly promoted Vampire Counts? Why aren’t any of them here?"

The old-guard Vampire Count Elvin roared in fury.

But the other Vampire Counts had already anticipated that Elvin would fly into a rage at the meeting.

So, they had stayed away for the time being, sending only their underlings to attend on their behalf.

Using Magic, they heard or saw this scene unfold in the Ancient Castle,

reacting with either indifference or disgust...

"They’re all so eager to fight for power and profit, but when I need them to actually contribute, they all go mute!"

"The enemy has already broken through the Blood-colored Teleportation Gate and invaded our plane, and they’re just going to turn a blind eye?"

"Is this how you show loyalty to the Vampire Ancestor?"

Vampire Count Elvin demanded.

"Or are you all just waiting to watch me fail? Waiting for me and the enemy to cripple each other so you can swoop in and reap the rewards?!"

Vampire Count Elvin violently swung his arm, and a dark red blast of blood-light slammed into the wall of the Ancient Castle, leaving a deep crater.

Seeing this, the Vampire Barons and Viscounts who had come to attend the meeting felt their own lives were in jeopardy.

After all, an old-guard Vampire Count held a lofty position.

Even if one killed a Vampire Baron or Viscount, it could be forgiven as long as a sufficient price was paid.

If Count Elvin was truly blinded by rage at this moment, he could "accidentally" kill them, and they would have no hope of getting revenge.

’Is that why the Vampire Counts they serve didn’t come?’

’Did they send us here to be punching bags?’

Some of the more pessimistic Vampire Barons in attendance, who lacked powerful backing, couldn’t help but think.

Vampire Count Elvin paced back and forth in the great hall of the Ancient Castle.

After some time, his anger finally subsided, and he returned to his seat.

And just as Vampire Count Elvin sat back down,

vampires suddenly began to appear, one after another, in the seats belonging to the other Vampire Counts.

"Elvin, don’t be so angry."

"I know you’re upset that your personal corps suffered heavy casualties,"

"but doesn’t that also mean that the forces of the entire Eternal Night Realm have suffered a loss?"

"We are also deeply saddened by this decline in the Eternal Night Realm’s power."

"The Vampire Ancestor will see the sacrifices they have made."

The female Vampire Countess, Helen Wei—a stunningly curvaceous figure clad only in a sheer, blood-red gauze—leaned back lazily in her chair. She twirled a strand of her blood-red hair with a slender finger, her tone laced with nonchalance.

"Exactly!"

another old-guard Vampire Count, Modofi, chimed in, seizing the opportunity.

"Elvin, a loss is a loss. Stop making so many excuses."

"The main reason you were beaten so badly is that you underestimated the enemy."

"Don’t think you can drag us down with you."

On the other side, the old-guard Vampire Count Modofi, whose body looked as withered as a skeleton, spoke.

"Also, Elvin, you can stop your clumsy performance now."

"You’re scaring the next generation of the Eternal Night Realm’s vital forces."

Vampire Count Modofi cackled like a crow.

Hearing Vampire Count Modofi’s words,

Vampire Count Elvin, having been exposed, instantly dropped the act and his expression returned to normal.

He had indeed been exaggerating for effect, but that wasn’t to say his anger wasn’t real.

It was just that for a vampire like him, something like "face" was completely meaningless.

If you told him he could trade his face for money, he’d only ask if throwing in his conscience would get him a better deal!

"Fine!"

"So what if I lost the first battle?"

"But who among you could have possibly predicted the strength of the enemy’s army?"

Vampire Count Elvin scanned the room. On this point, none of the other vampires had a rebuttal.