My Vampire System Chapter 2539 The Final Choice

The vampire settlement found itself beset by endless crises, yet with the support of Logan, his human allies, his advanced androids, and the Vampire Corps, they were effectively pushing back against the onslaught. A full-scale conflict was currently raging.

Vampires darted across the rooftops, launching their blood aura into the heavens. They unleashed various abilities against the Divine beings, with Chris proving to be the most vital asset on the field.

He had plunged into the thick of the fray, bringing Peter along. Using Qi platforms to propel himself through the air, he swept through the Divine beings, dismantling them one after another with singular, decisive strikes.

Peter, too, could not afford to hold back, as these Divine beings were formidable foes. He realized that failing to deliver crushing blows to their heads or their central masses would only allow these godlike entities to recover from their injuries.

"There are simply too many!" Layla cried out. "Is this ever going to come to an end?"

Logan descended from his craft to join Layla on the ground. He bombarded the Divine beings with his integrated blaster, successfully deflecting some of their spears, yet his firepower barely made a dent in the overwhelming tide.

"You're right. It appears they have the capacity for constant replication. Instead of wasting energy trying to eliminate them all, we must identify and terminate the source of this invasion, as we cannot match their seemingly infinite endurance."

Muka leapt into the air, driving both fists down upon a Divine being that had charged toward them. As it smashed into the earth, vampires and ability users immediately converged to bury it under a barrage of attacks.

"The problem is, how are we supposed to uncover that source when we are expending everything just to survive?" Muka posited.

It felt as though their only recourse was to keep fighting. Spears flew toward them as a group of Dark Divine beings channeled power at their tips, the energy swelling until it reached a standstill.

Then, the beings suddenly froze. For a brief moment, the vampires and humans bombarded them, until the enemies began to pull away.

They were retreating, flying back toward the portals for some unknown reason.

"Wait!" Muka shouted. "Do not pursue them; conserve your Qi and attend to the wounded!"

The Divine beings displayed few signs of true life. Chasing them was futile, and their withdrawal appeared to be the result of a calculated order.

Layla, Logan, and Muka watched as the Divine beings vanished through the white portals, which subsequently snapped shut. A profound silence descended upon the settlement.

The people, having just endured a desperate battle, remained on edge. The sudden cessation of violence felt surreal, as if the enemy might reappear in the next heartbeat.

"What just occurred?" Layla asked.

"I suspect someone has managed to eliminate the root cause of this calamity," Logan replied.

Despite the reprieve, their safety remained uncertain. Even if they had survived, Layla could not stop worrying about Quinn; where was he in all of this?

Quinn had coalesced a vast amount of his blood shadow into the shape of a massive drill, consuming the surrounding blood—including that of Immortui himself. It was a final move intended to pulverize Immortui's physical form so that he could never threaten those Quinn cherished again. Yet, perhaps out of desperation or a final scheme, Immortui spoke.

"You haven't the slightest idea, do you? You don't grasp the consequences! If you destroy me, you stand to lose everything!" Immortui warned.

Quinn hesitated for a heartbeat as his blood shadow spun violently, emitting a piercing shriek and pulsing with such immense power that it parted the clouds above.

"I have your attention now," Immortui declared. "If you end my life, my power will vanish from this world entirely. All the demons I have birthed will cease to exist. Your own power, along with that of your kind, will revert; you will all become mere humans! If that happens, do you honestly believe you have a chance at survival?"

Quinn grunted. He wanted to dismiss it as a ruse, but memories of Richard Eno and Vincent—some of the most brilliant minds he had known—surfaced. They had theorized that destroying Immortui might unravel the vampire nature within them, lending credence to the threat.

"But I can still destroy you," Quinn countered. "You are, after all, the source of this rot."

"Haha, and so what?" Immortui retorted. "You know a celestial does not truly die unless their condition is usurped by another. Do you think my condition will pass to you? Unlikely. I will be reborn, and regardless of how long it takes, I will return. When I do, you and the ones you love will be my primary targets. Stripped of the powers you drew from me, you will be powerless to stop me a second time."

"If I end you," Quinn persisted, "at least we can know some form of peace!"

"Peace?" Immortui laughed. "Knowing full well I will eventually return to eradicate you all? If that is the peace you seek, then strike me down."

Immortui’s words gnawed at Quinn. The rotation of his blood drill faltered. What could he do? How could he navigate this dilemma?

"We will ensure that does not come to pass," a voice interjected from his side.

Quinn turned to see three familiar figures standing before him.

"Mundus... Bliss, and... Sam?"

They stood within the red space, shielded by an orb of white energy.

"I apologize, Quinn. I attempted to insulate this event from the celestials and failed, but thanks to another, matters are now under control," Mundus explained.

"Immortui spent thousands of years hoarding strength," Bliss added. "Even were he to reincarnate, his power would no longer be what it once was. We will stifle any growth long before he reaches these heights again. He only became such a threat because he collaborated with the gods. His betrayal was unexpected, and he grew beyond the reach of the Ancient Ones, but heaven be assured: no celestial will allow such power to rise again."

Immortui’s expression crumbled upon hearing this; the laughter died, for he recognized the truth in their words.

"But what of you, Quinn!" Immortui screamed. "Once the Ancient Ones finish with me, they will hunt you, fearing you might walk the same path. Your fate will mirror mine. Don't you see? That is what I tried to prevent! If you destroy me, they will only make you their next enemy—they are not your friends."

Quinn didn't need to hear Bliss or Mundus deny this; he knew there was a genuine risk of such an outcome.

"Quinn," Sam said, stepping forward. "Ignore their words; the choice is yours alone. Choose what you desire, and I will support it, as I always have. Since the inception of the Cursed Faction, you have been my leader, and you shall remain so. So, Quinn... decide what you will do."