Erotic Adventures in the Omniverse: Vampire Lord got too many wives - Chapter 868

Chapter 868: Races

Light murmurs containing fear, excitement and anticipation could be heard all over the place, almost all of the bubbles were filled up now.

Even from the Earth, all the humans had arrived inside the bubble they all sat on their seats although they were very confused at first but they had calmed down pretty soon, it was as if the space inside the bubble had a calming effect on everyone.

Members from the Arcane were sitting on the platform in front of the bubble, there was an old man along with a dozen other humans but all of them were looking around nervously.

In front of all the powerhouses even the strongest among them, the old man, looked quite weak at this rate they would lose the tournament just as it starts.

“S- Sir, are we the only ones participating in the tournament from Earth?” one of the men asked in trembling voice, as he shivered under the aura of all the people from other platforms. “…” the old man didn’t reply and just kept looking around, his eyes filled with tension.

The goblins were occupying one of the places, where the goblin king sat with a few of his subordinates and for some reason he didn’t seem nervous or fearful at all, instead all of them were eating food and laughing at the expressions of others.

Another platform was occupied by the beast tribe where Caleb sat along with the old man and a few others, he held an unreadable expression while hope filled his eyes, the time is finally near while his gaze searched for a particular man.

On another platform, sat the vampire king, Giure Grando, with his daughter sitting beside him, Amelia Grando along with the vampire counts and the strongest members, they looked calmly around at the other participants of the tournament while talking in low voice.

The entire population of the Devdaean sat inside the bubble behind them even the other children of the vampire king sat in the bubble since for some reason Giure Grando don’t really allow them to stay around him much.

“I know the Coven had separated from us but wasn’t that organization still created by our king? Shouldn’t they at least come here to help us, that way we would have a higher chance of becoming the winner of the tournament.”

One of the vampires sitting inside the bubble spoke, there was no sunlight so they didn’t have any problem sitting there.

“What are you talking about? I heard that the Coven was created by the brother of our king and after a conflict between them they separated, but yeah, they should help us out.”

Another vampire added, as more of them shared their opinions they noticed that no one really knew how coven was created, they all had different stories for the events.

“L- Look, who is that man standing beside those six chairs? It seems he is a vampire, maybe we really have a high chance of winning.” All the vampires became very excited as they spotted Rudrix.

On another spot, sat the witches and the witch queen Seraphina sat on the platform with her daughters and few other witches, they all looked around nervously.

Seraphina’s strength is high but even she might not be able to survive against many of the powerhouses, the witch’s main strength is their inventions they were one of the highest sought after race and most of the others wanted to merge with them.

“Mother, can I also participate?” one of the daughters of the witch queen asked, Seraphina took a breath and then shook her head, as her eyes continued to look around.

On another platform sat the Genari race, only a few of them were sitting on the platform while the others remained inside the bubble, their skin colors kept changing from white to green showing how afraid and nervous they were, the announcement of the tournament was just too sudden and they were unable to go ahead with their plans.

Not too far away, on a platform sat various men who looked pretty much like normal humans except their bulging muscles, they were from the werewolf race all of them were raring to go for the battle, often they would shoot hateful gazes towards the vampires.

The werewolf king laughed and drank wine, before the start of the tournament they had merged a few other races with them either forcefully or by mutual agreement, and they have obtained quite a bit of gadgets from the witches.

“I don’t see that vampire here; from his strength he should be in one of the platforms.” The werewolf king mumbled as he drank another gulp of wine.

All kinds of races were waiting for the start of the tournament, after a short period of time all of the platforms were occupied which meant all the races had already arrived for the battles, but the tournament was not starting.

“Everyone is here, so shouldn’t the tournament start already? Who are we waiting for?” the ruler of one of the races spoke while looking arrogantly at the six figures.

It was the ruler of the race called Ogres, they looked huge, muscular beings with tough, coarse skin and grotesque facial features.

They wear ragged clothing and have a fearsome, brutish appearance while carrying large sticks made of some kind of metal which shone brightly.

“…” No reply came from the six guardians but with just one glance from one of them, the Ogre king straightened and felt a strange kind of fear fill up his being as he almost choked on the piece of meat.

A platform had a gloomy atmosphere with dark energy lingering around them, even the beings that sat inside the bubbles emitted a strong dark aura and the ones sitting on the platform were all strong.

These were the demons, most of the races stayed away from them in fear of attracting bad luck and since they can’t be trusted, among most of the other races the demons had the worst reputation but they were also quite feared as ones they set their sight on anyone then they would go to any lengths to annihilate them.

Emitting the opposite kind of aura from the demons, on a platform away from them sat the angels and the God who seemed as if bright white light was coming out of their bodies, they were shining the brightest among all the races, and most of the other races were trying to form connection with them.

The God looked majestic and from all the bright white light emitting out of his body, it was impossible for others to see him, while the angels sitting beside him looked at others with cheerful smiles aside from one angel who sat there with an emotionless face.

It was Azrael, the angel of death, the same angel who visited Graham, the place where Alice lived when many souls had disappeared, his gaze moved around as if he was searching for someone.

He had tried to find the cause but he was never able to find any of the soul that had disappeared, though the God was able to faintly see the appearance of the man responsible for this.

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