Undying Warlord

'Did he really tell me everything…' Dilan was baffled. He had not expected Clerens to actually reveal everything he wanted to know.

The information which he received was far more than he could have dreamed of, as well. Some of the pieces of information were a little bit frustrating but Dilan was rather excited about the entire situation.

"I can help you, but don't expect me to be your underling, your walking blood donor, or anything like that. And don't you dare touch my people, whether today, tomorrow or anytime in the future!" Dilan warned as his eyes bore down on Clerens when he spoke.

The Vampire could only show him a distorted smile before he nodded his head.

"Okay, I won't touch anyone…" He quickly replied, while inwardly adding, 'You won't be able to trust me either way, so why bother trying to make me say it out loud?'

Clerens tried to understand what kind of person Dilan was, and the answer was quite simple.

'He is possessive about his loyal subordinates and treats them well as long as they listen to him. He loves to fight and is an even worse madman and a maniac than many old Vampires, who fought in dozens of wars. He is strong and knows that. There is no way he would show mercy to anyone who betrayed him, not after everything he has already gone through!' He summarized Dilan's personality neatly while being deep in his thoughts.

It was impossible for Clerens to figure out Dilan's next moves because he acted in an unpredictable manner. For a Vampire, who had already lived more than two centuries, Dilan was one kind of a person, he had not faced often.

However, this was not something Clerens disliked.

"Do you want to eat something, or should I tell Felia to lead you through our base? She can give you a tour." He thus suggested while trying to be a good host to Dilan.

It was already astonishing enough that Dilan seemed unruffled by the information he provided to him. Thus, Clerens was trying to please Dilan in the best possible way.

The young man was a little bit eerie, and that meant a lot if a Vampire with life experiences of 241 years thought that!

"That's fine. I will be able to tell how advanced the Blue Star camp is through that." Dilan answered with a nod before quietly adding, "Or how more advanced we are."

Clerens had heard what Dilan but he refrained from commenting on it. Rather, he kept his calm and suppressed the glow of his red eyes from flaring again.

"Felia will also tell you where your room is located, and where your subordinates can rest when they reach the Blue Star camp." He simply added.

Dilan nodded in return once again, and simply listened attentively.

'Clan Mihorl's leader is already an Adult Vampire, who has lived more than 700 years. His battle experiences, scheming and his racial traits should be quite advanced. The only thing in common is the period after the Primordial Ascension started. Was he able to adjust to the Primordial Ascension, and accept it, or did he try to exploit it instead?' Dilan's mind was filled with thoughts.

He walked out of the office, where he saw that Felia was already waiting. She seemed to be confused at the sight of Dilan, and when her gaze moved past him, it fell on a disheveled Clerens, whose clothes showed signs of him having sustained new injuries.

Fresh blood trickled to the ground which he took no note of. Felia's eyes widened at this sight, but Clerens was smiling brightly while his eyes were closed shut. On the other hand, Dilan didn't bother to answer Felia's questioning gaze as he merely shrugged his shoulders in oblivion.

"How about you show me around?" He asked nonchalantly. His eyes were on Felia, who looked toward Clerens in a helpless manner.

'Are we really accepting this maniac in the base?! Well…he just protected his people…but he killed our people…your people, Mayor!!!' Felia's emotions were all over the place. She was visibly confused, but neither Dilan's calm presence nor Clerens' smile was helpful.

Clerens nodded his head, and Felia could only comply. She sighed deeply, before stepping aside as her hand pointed in the direction of the floor.

"I can show you around, yes. But…don't kill anyone…" Felia felt the need to add the second sentence. She wanted to make sure that Dilan wouldn't massacre everyone all of a sudden just because he could.

However, she quickly noticed that both Clerens and Dilan smiled weirdly at her second sentence.

"Thanks," Dilan said before walking in the direction she had pointed out.

Felia looked at Clerens for a few seconds, but he didn't feel the need to speak to her. It was weird, but she couldn't afford to say anything without looking dumb.

Thus, she remained quiet, followed Dilan with quick steps, and only spoke when it was truly necessary. Felia was leading him through the entire base.

As he walked around, he was not frowned upon openly for killing the bloodthirsty Ascenders but he did get some stares. However, even if they did frown, he wouldn't actually care about it.

His methods were far from orthodox, so not many would accept it until they would realize that Milarn had changed to an irreversible extent. Scum had to be killed instead of allowed to be left alive. They might make a mistake once, and learn… that was possible. However, if things didn't turn for the better but for the worse, chaos would descend, and innocent people would die!

The blood of the innocent would be on the hands of everyone, who thought that it was acceptable to leave scums alive, especially in the new era that had begun, at that!

"How the hell are you on good terms with Mayor Clerens, but on bad terms with Sheriff Jennie and Hunter Jared?" Felia asked all of a sudden when their tour was almost over.

Only an hour had passed, but now Dilan had a fair idea of the Blue Star camp's situation.

Many Tier-1 Ascenders, mostly those from the military, glared at him. They revealed their desire to kill him, but Dilan just smiled at them.

"Maybe I have something Sheriff Jennie and Hunter Jared don't have? Something they can never get." He said mysteriously, without going further into detail.

Hunter Jared and Sheriff Jennie were cowards. When forced to face the strong, they would take the initiative and bow their heads in submission, even if nobody demanded that.

Their only strength was the fact that their abilities gave them the motivation to become stronger. Despite that, they would never dare to enter close combat. Both were currently satisfied with their life, their strength, and their confidence, all of which had skyrocketed.

Only the arrival of the Blood Legion and Dilan burst their bubble that they weren't the strongest.

Mayor Clerens had fought against the strongest combatants the Blood Legion had sent, and he barely survived.

He was confident, and courageous enough to risk his life in the fight and he was also arrogant. These were traits Dilan had in common with Clerens.

However, Dilan's subordinates were more important to him than to Clerens. After all, Clerens looked at them as if they were his walking blood reserves.

"Don't worry too much about me being here. I will leave once I'm done with the Blood Legion, and after I have helped out Clerens." Dilan added further while entering the small room he was temporarily provided.

A moment later he shut the door, not even waiting for Felia's response.

"What help? Does Mayor Clerens need help with something else?"