MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1098: Blood Army

The Blood Queen remained unfazed, her body registering the agony and the inundation of Anthony’s Sword Intent, yet she uttered no sound. Instead, she seized his blade, her grip tightening with vicious strength. In that instant, with a sinister flourish, she whipped her scythe towards his neck, aiming to sever his head.

However, dispatching Anthony proved no simple feat. His hand shot up, intercepting the scythe's arc with his left hand, halting its deadly descent with practiced, almost robotic, precision. Without pause, he launched himself skyward, his boots impacting the Blood Queen's chest with staggering force. Her form was violently propelled backward once more, crashing into a nearby planet with such intensity that seismic waves rippled across its surface.

Her crimson eyes locked onto Anthony’s previous location, but only a silver streak, too swift for her to track, met her gaze. In the very next moment, a slender silver line bisected her throat. The chilling sounds of shattering skin and spraying blood echoed through the void as her head detached, her body momentarily going still, seemingly devoid of all life.

Anthony manifested nearby, observing her lifeless form. Yet, in a split second, a new head regenerated as if no harm had occurred. The instant her head reformed, the Blood Queen moved without hesitation, unleashing an ability that caused her entire presence to flare with renewed ferocity.

At her unspoken command, blood-red energy surged outward from her being, mana erupting from her core. The fabric of space itself began to tremble as tens, then hundreds, thousands, millions, and finally billions of Blood Queens materialized, filling the emptiness. Each wielded a scythe, enveloped in potent Scythe Intent. In a synchronized blur, they surged forward, an unstoppable torrent of devastation.

Anthony merely offered a smirk. With a simple mental command, he activated his own cloning technique. Instantly, countless Anthonys appeared, each mirroring his stance, katana in hand, a confident smile gracing their features. Without delay, they charged to meet the incoming horde of vampires, their movements a testament to perfect synchronization.

Anthony's gaze remained fixed on the true Blood Queen, and hers, in turn, stayed locked on the genuine Anthony. Both understood that the real conflict was solely between them.

Devastating explosions erupted in their vicinity, titanic clashes of steel sending shockwaves outward as their clones battled relentlessly. The void itself groaned under the immense destructive power. Ultimately, Anthony's clones decisively vanquished the Blood Queen's forces, with not a single one of his own clones falling – their superiority was absolute and beyond question.

The Blood Queen could only click her tongue in vexation. But in that fleeting moment, Anthony was already upon her, his leg lashing out, impacting her jaw with bone-shattering force. Her head snapped back violently from the blow. This time, however, she arrested her own momentum, preventing herself from being thrown away. With a counter-strike, her fist shot out, aiming for Anthony's chest.

Yet, Anthony easily caught her incoming fist. He rotated his body, redirecting her force before hurling her away as if she were insignificant refuse.

The Blood Queen lost all control of her trajectory, slamming into an asteroid with cataclysmic impact, shattering the celestial body upon contact. A groan escaped her lips as waves of pain coursed through her body. But before she could even stir, Anthony was already there, his fist launching forward like a terrifying cannonball.

With a concussive blast, both the asteroid and the Blood Queen were obliterated by the sheer force of a single punch that fractured space itself. Her form disintegrated into nothingness, leaving only her blood suspended in the void.

In the next instant, from that residual blood, a new Blood Queen reconstituted, her form reforming with unsettling perfection, as if she had never been destroyed.

Anthony regarded her with an air of effortless superiority, his disdain palpable as he spoke, "At this rate, you won't be able to avenge your son, Blood Queen," he taunted, his voice calm yet sharp.

Anthony's words spurred the Blood Queen into immediate action. She initiated another blood-based assault, her mana rumbling across the cosmic expanse as she unleashed another skill, her patience clearly eroding.

In the blink of an eye, what appeared to be a colossal convergence of countless oceans of blood materialized. An overwhelming crimson mass, dwarfing anything perceived before, surged into existence. It was a tsunami, and yet, even that descriptor fell short, as it rushed towards Anthony with the sole intent of crushing and engulfing him entirely.

Anthony simply offered a smirk at the oncoming assault, his own mana surging into existence, responding to his will as he tapped into his affinity for ice and effortlessly cast a spell.

In the blink of an eye, a colossal wave of frost exploded outwards, meeting the incoming tide with relentless force and absolute freezing power. The instant the two opposing powers collided, the Blood Tide was instantly encased in ice, its overwhelming momentum completely halted. The blood had no chance of overcoming the dominant nature of ice under Anthony's command.

The Blood Queen's eyes narrowed considerably, her frustration becoming quite apparent as her abilities continued to falter, which was becoming increasingly unbearable for her. Normally, she could manipulate the blood of her adversaries with incredible ease, causing their hearts to explode, their veins to rupture, or even destroying their brains from the inside out. Yet, she could not even establish a connection with Anthony's blood, let alone control it.

"Hey, Blood Queen, your subordinates are putting in more effort than you; isn't this a little pathetic for a grieving mother?" Anthony inquired as he observed her, his tone distinctly laced with mocking indifference.

"I wouldn't be a grieving mother if you had just minded your own business," the Blood Queen retorted, her voice thick with anger as she glared at Anthony, her killing intent growing stronger.

"Is that so?" Anthony replied, his voice carrying an air of feigned innocence, as if he held no responsibility for the unfolding situation.

While Anthony briefly fell into a moment of contemplation, the Blood Queen swiftly seized the opportunity, instantly closing the distance between them. She unleashed a spell at close range, her timing impeccable and her execution calculated.

The very instant she cast the spell, a blood-red mist immediately coalesced around Anthony before surging towards his skin pores, attempting to infiltrate his body. Its objective was to corrupt his blood into a lethal poison, aiming to eliminate him from within through the most insidious means possible.

Anthony did not even bother with a defense; poison was utterly useless against him, rendering any form of resistance completely unnecessary.

Anthony cast his own spell, extending his hand forward as a concentrated beam of blazing flames erupted outwards towards the Blood Queen at close range. Upon witnessing the incoming attack, the Blood Queen instantly transformed into a mist of blood and vanished from her position, effortlessly evading the fiery assault. The beam continued onward, tearing through multiple planets in succession with sheer destructive force.

Anthony's eyes sharply shifted towards her new location, the smile on his face slowly receding as his patience began to wear thin. He was starting to grow tired of the protracted battle; the Blood Queen, who was supposed to be the main spectacle, was proving far less entertaining than he had initially anticipated. The massive, cataclysmic techniques he had expected from her were nowhere to be seen. In his assessment, she was merely relying on basic abilities, and Anthony couldn't help but feel a profound sense of disappointment at the lack of challenge she presented.