Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2829

Severin was busy immersing himself in a rare moment of celebration when something brewed in the Primordial Sacred Through the towering mountains where mist wafted and spiritual herbs thrived in abundance, Baldwin—who sat atop the main seat—brooded in anger and frustration.

Jaxon's forceful expulsion back at Northsea had foiled Baldwin's clandestine scheme and dashed his hopes of acquiring the Horra blood and essence. His plan was a very well thought-out one—as long as he ingested the essence and blood of Horra the half-immortal and combined it with the potent blood gathered from his previous arrangements, he could grant his trapped real body within the ancestral land a chance to break free from the seal. Even if that proved impossible, the infusion of power would bolster Baldwin's clone significantly.

In the end, Baldwin's quest across Northsea's battlefield yielded results not even worth a mention—just two drops of the coveted half-immortal blood. His wrath nearly soared to infernal levels as a result of that. Upon his return to the Sacred Land, Baldwin wore a sour expression for days on end.

As he contemplated, a spark of realization soon ignited within him. The Dragonoids, entrenched along the Eastern Sea, had distanced themselves from the situation since Darius's demise. They had yet to state their stance to the Primordial Sacred Land.

"I still require the essence and blood of at least one half-immortal along with the vital energy of twenty supreme paragons to shatter the seal. It seems to me that attacking the dragonoids is the only viable option!"

In the grand scheme of the Primordial Sacred Land, the dragonoids were of very little significance. Baldwin decided that attacking them would serve his purposes better.

With a firm resolve, Baldwin made several hand seals and dispatches a message to those from the Wicked Tribe Sacred Land and the Darkness Sacred Land. Before long, two spatial passages materialized in the hall. Before him stood Grenn, draped in ebony robes, and a middle-aged man exuding the aura of a ninth-level supreme paragon.

Baldwin glanced at the two individuals and greeted them with a faint smile. "You've arrived."

"May we ask why you summoned us?" Grenn asked as he took his seat.

As expected, Grenn placed his teacup down and looked at Baldwin with a frown. "Do you intend to start a war?"

Though the dragonoids lacked half-immortal guardians, they were still formidable adversaries. Based on the current might of the devils and the Primordial Sacred Land, they could not afford to put themselves in such a precarious predicament. Furthermore, the capabilities of the dragonoids were something they did not know much about either.

Baldwin shook his head and asserted calmly, "I will send ten royal paragons from the Primordial Sacred Land, and I shall lead the charge together with all of you!"

Grenn, ignited by the prospect of Baldwin's leadership and the help with the ten royal paragons, found a newfound confidence in the plan. Even though he was a half-immortal, the treasures concealed within the dragonoids' coffers enticed him very much. In the bygone era, the dragonoids reigned supreme over the vast oceans, and there was a time in Bleurealm's history where they beasts roamed the land and dragons ruled the seas.