I Become Baby Mafia Boss

Atherton knew that the first ten ancestors that he revived would be here shortly, and one of them was Father Dracu, the founder of the blood clan itself.

He was the first vampire and also the strongest blood clan among 800.000 pure-blooded blood clan members.

These strong people could arrive at the battlefield anytime, and he only had to give them some time to continue to revive the other ancestors.

After all, he had to admit that the number of the celestial ancestors was too big.

Just ten blood clan ancestors, even if including Father Dracu,  couldn't really push back the celestial ancestors.

And so, before the ten ancestors arrived at the battlefield...

Atherton planned to show his main ability that he has been hiding for so long.

The queen already showed her ability before and her ability was called Judgment.

It was a super rare and complicated ability that had already crossed the ceiling of 'unique skills in this world.

Many people suspected that the queen got this ability entirely from her mysterious bloodline or something.

And Atherton was also the same.

The young king's cloak flapped in the air as he looked down at his entire dark domain that had already formed a perfect kingdom of darkness.

His ability did have something to do with the whole blood clan.

His domain was called Reign of Darkness, an era for the blood clan to be at its peak state.

Atherton also had land, a castle, sea, moon, and everything that was needed to create a Kingdom of Darkness.

He had defended his kingdom by not letting the celestial ancestors destroy his people or came close to his domain.

Now, what else was the core of a kingdom?

The kingdom has already developed many creatures aside from the blood clan. It has also protected its people.

The blood clan could definitely stay well inside the domain, and this domain was their dream kingdom that they had been fantasizing about for so long.

After a kingdom became prosperous and strong, what else could it do?

Of course...an expansion was unavoidable.

Colonialism was always there inside every race's blood and bones.

The nature of many high-intelligence creatures was like this.

To conquer!

And that's what Atherton's main ability was.

The young king casted his gaze on the 400,000-ish celestial ancestors, and his crimson eyes slowly had a tinge of darkness, as if someone splashed a drop of ink on a puddle of blood.

The darkness spread from Atherton's pupil to the other circle, slowly dyeing his crimson eyes with darkness, but the crimson color was still there one way or another.

The combination of black and red made Atherton's whole vibe suddenly change.

If the king was like a calm and undisturbed leader with a sense of oppression and mystery, then...

The moment his eyes were stained with pure darkness, his aura rapidly soared.

A true king should be wise and kind in front of their people, but have his own toughness and a sense of oppression in his bones when facing enemies.

A weak king couldn't be a king, no matter how kind or wise he was.

The King's black hair fluttered wildly in the air, and soon, a wisp of black-red smoke came out of the place between the king's eyebrows.

The wisp of smoke expanded in the blink of an eye, and most of the king's figure was tightly hidden behind the red and black smoke.

Just like any other smoke that has appeared in this war so far, the red-black smoke was also not ordinary smoke for decoration.

When it came out of the king's eyebrows, the smoke slowly formed a blood throne inlaid with an unknown crimson jewel and some other black jewels.

The throne was similar to Wilhelm's throne or any other throne that has appeared so far, but this one was much more gorgeous and solemn.

If Wilhelm's throne was like a prince's throne, then this one was undoubtedly reserved for the king.

The gorgeous design of the throne had a bit of a gloomy and evil vibe, as if it was a throne that someone had unearthed from Hell.

But even so, under the crimson moonlight, the throne and the king looked like the ruler of the dark.

The King's wings were still spread wide as he slowly sat down on the throne, surrounded by thin black and red smoke.

The moment the king sat on the throne, he slowly approached the border of the two domains where the battle was the most fierce.

Upon seeing this, the other blood clan members were so frightened that they almost lost control over their abilities.

The royal family members and the elders who fought at the frontline immediately surrounded the king with pale faces.

"Your majesty, you can't come here! Those old celestials are too strong. You should stay behind and support this domain as long as you can!"

It's not that the elders and the royal family members looked down on the king.

They knew that when the clan chose their king, they used a certain ceremony to determine the strongest blood clan among their people.

This way, there was no way the chosen king or queen would be weak.

They must be the strongest existence among the living blood clan members.

And when there was someone stronger than the current leader, the altar that they used in the crowning ceremony would give a response too.

That's how they knew that they had to change their leader.

If the king was strong enough, he could reign the kingdom for hundreds or thousands of years, maybe longer.

One might even rule the blood clan for eternity as long as they were strong enough!

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