SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 672 Somebody stop him

Following the fall of Dawnspire City, Glory City was next. Then came the ruin of Radianthelm, Silverwood, and Moonfall Citadel. Finally, Ironvale Fortress collapsed—a bastion so renowned for its legendary defenses that players once joked it would never fall, even against the combined might of the dark faction.

One after another, the cities of the Light Faction fell like a row of blood-stained dominoes, each siege ending more swiftly than the previous one. By the time Damon paused his onslaught, the Light Faction’s territory map, once a vibrant display of cheerful colors, looked as though a manic child had scribbled over every inch with a toxic red marker.

The entire world watched in absolute terror as system announcements scrolled by like a countdown to the apocalypse.

[Ding! Glory City has been conquered by Blood Domain.]

Players broke into screams, guild masters wept openly, and elite organizations desperately spammed emergency war horns. Their efforts were futile.

[Ding! Radianthelm City has been completely annihilated.]

Radianthelm, the seat of the Holy Academy and the cradle of half the server’s Paladins, was transformed into a crater of corrupted crystal in mere moments.

Viral clips captured Damon strolling through the hallowed central plaza as high-level Paladin NPCs withered and rotted away simply by being within ten meters of his presence.

[Ding! Silverwood Stronghold has fallen!]

[Ding! Moonfall Citadel has entered a Corrupted State.]

This loss felt personal to many. Moonfall, famous for its breathtaking night sky and the iconic moonlit lake where countless couples took their screenshots, had become a distorted hellscape radiating a sickly crimson glow.

One devastated player wailed on the forums, "My girlfriend just dumped me, and now our favorite lake is gone. Blood God, what else do you want from us…"

[Ding! Ironvale Fortress has been breached. Territory conquered.]

The legendary Ironvale lasted exactly ninety seconds. At this point, general panic had shifted into a form of religious dread. The leadership of the Light Faction was in total disarray. Top-tier guilds scrambled to form desperate alliances, while NPC councils declared continent-wide martial law. High Priests frantically offered prayers to their gods, demanding the common folk do the same.

"He’s clearing major cities faster than a pro team clears a level 10 dungeon! Does anyone even know how many cities we have left?! Why won't he stop?? Who has the power to end this???"

The guild leaders could no longer turn a blind eye to Damon’s ultimatum. Gold coins began flowing out of their coffers in massive waves. While some publicly declared they would never submit to such a shameful demand, they were secretly draining their treasuries and funneling the wealth to Blood Domain.

Whether they liked it or not, Damon’s ransom demand had become the center of the server's gravity. No matter how loudly these leaders shouted about honor, pride, or their Young Master dignity, every single one of them could hear the ticking clock behind his message: pay the price… or watch your city burn next.

Now that Damon had wiped half a dozen metropolises off the map in a single afternoon, even the most stubborn guild leader understood the reality. This wasn't a bluff. It was an execution.

"We will never bow! We will never kneel to that monster!" one guild master bellowed during an emergency summit. Ten minutes later, he was sweating profusely, quietly transferring 480 million gold to Blood Domain as if he were committing a capital crime.

Another leader proclaimed, "My pride is beyond any price!" Moments later, that same man was frantically typing to Damon, hoping for a reply. "Hello, I’m looking to transfer 200M. The guild name is Battalion, based in Hope City. Please take note."

Others attempted to act indifferent. "Hah! Let the Blood God come! We’ll show him a real fight!" Three minutes passed before a Guild Notice appeared: All raid funds have been liquidated. Stop asking about the treasury balance.

One guild even fabricated logs claiming a master hacker had breached their vault, all to hide the fact that they had voluntarily emptied their wealth to satisfy Damon’s demand.

The most ironic part of the situation? Damon wasn't even checking the ledger. He wasn't monitoring the senders, ranking the bribes, or judging the cowards. In fact, after he sent that initial message, he hadn't even glanced at the world chat. He was simply focused on his own path, continuing his work.

However, the elite guilds didn't have the luxury of being so relaxed. Damon’s few words carried the weight of a mountain, and they threw gold at his guild like peasants offering tribute to an ancient dragon in its lair. Damon simply allowed the numbers to pile up.

The Blood Domain treasury began to expand at such an absurd rate that guild members suspected the interface was bugged.

"Is that… are those really billions?"

"Bro, the counter is still spinning. Who the hell is donating all this??"

Damon had already instructed Kate to adjust the permissions so that members could only view the wealth, but not touch it. Accessing even the most basic vault of the guild bank required a staggering amount of reputation points.

To balance this, reputation points were being distributed for almost every contribution, keeping the system stable.

Sylvara joined Kate, and together with Damon’s latest follower, Malia, they worked tirelessly to maintain order within Blood Domain, which was currently experiencing explosive growth.

Simultaneously, Riven, Kaelthorn, Ellora, Mallana, and Lirae were occupied with harvesting loot and gold from the ruins of the fallen cities. While Damon’s shadow clones and shadow beasts had gathered the initial spoils, Damon had taken care to leave the city treasuries and auction houses mostly intact for his team to process.

Using Blood Gate, Damon opened temporary portals to these locations with Ellora’s assistance. The rest of the squad ensured that every scrap of value was plundered, leaving not a single gold coin in the wreckage.

The team moved with lethal efficiency. Damon had warned them that this window of opportunity wouldn't stay open forever, prompting everyone to give their maximum effort. Of course, there were exceptions.

Aurora and the small cat were missing once again. From what Damon could tell, one was chasing the other across the map. He didn't have the time or the inclination to find out who was the hunter and who was the prey; he simply allowed them to run wild as they pleased.

He was in the middle of teleporting to the next unsuspecting target when a sudden, intense chill of danger washed over him, causing his instincts to scream a frantic warning.