SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 694 Domain Coordination

The monstrous creature emerged from the darkness with composed steps, looming high above the others, its red fur marked by luminous runic marks. Its gaze fixed on Damon with icy precision, lips curling to expose sharp, extended fangs.

"Bloodsucker," it snarled. "You carry the stench of frailty. You never should have entered this place. This isn't your arena on the battlefield."

Could this beast actually speak? Damon offered a faint smile. "Perhaps I'll just depart then?"

The monster bared its teeth in a sneer, a vicious spark flashing in its eyes. "Depart? And what awaits you outside? A lifetime haunted by feebleness and averageness. You'll slink back to your pitiful origin, always pondering the thrill of a true battlefield."

The surrounding werevampires chuckled deeply and savagely, their blood auras igniting in harmony with their leader's hostility.

Damon cocked his head a bit, seeming to ponder the statement seriously. "Hmm," he murmured following a brief silence. "That certainly seems troublesome."

The creature's smirk grew broader. "Then bow down. Perhaps I'll let you join our ranks. You'll discover the splendor of our path, and above all, you'll master combat. You could excel on this damned battlefield and savor triumph when our horde dominates this realm!"

"Alright. That seems promising. But here's a little idea: why don't you all serve as my subordinates instead?" In an instant, Damon lunged forward. Teleportation escaped him within the surround, yet his velocity turned his actions into a haze.

Within a flash, blood tendrils sprouted all around, and Damon's form struck at the three frontline werevampires. Simultaneously, divine blades cascaded from above, impaling directly through the cluster of bulk and brawn.

Surprisingly, the battle's flow didn't shift right away. Scarlet sigils ignited across the earth, weaving into a rough yet potent array. A thick, suffocating presence erupted as the blood from slain werevampires refused to fade. Rather, it reversed course, slithering along the sigils like animated vessels.

The horde bellowed in unison.

The trio of corpses Damon had felled jerked spasmodically, then burst into wisps of red vapor that surged toward the chief. The leader drew in a mighty breath, its torso inflating while the blood merged into its body. Its sinews ballooned hideously, runic scars flaring more intensely as its aura surged once more.

The leader wasn't the sole fiend transforming. Every abomination bulked up together, skeletons snapping and reshaping under scarlet pelts. Their builds grew denser, talons extended, and blood auras detonated. Fierce slaying intent, lethal purpose, and a wild frenzied force saturated the atmosphere.

Suddenly, Damon's sight grew hazy. Rather than merely a handful of werevampires, it appeared legions encircled him.

The leader tilted its head skyward and unleashed a roar. The entire group bayed in response. The sigils underfoot blazed fiercer, binding the horde in a unified condition. Injuries mended in moments. Mana flowed with unnatural speed. Their actions honed, shedding final hints of primal clumsiness.

They charged at him once more. What followed was pure, total mayhem. Damon reeled in surprise as blows landed from all sides. A barrage of strikes assaulted him. At once, talons raked from every direction. The werevampires blurred into motion.

Damon couldn't tell if illusions played a part, but the strikes and their toll on his health were undeniably genuine. Their numbers overwhelmed, each one mighty and swift. They assailed him without mercy, ignoring their own safeguards.

The constant baying only worsened matters. Damon found focus impossible. His motions grew hampered, his thoughts weighed down, and his counters missed. Usually, against such odds, he'd exploit their chaos for self-inflicted harm. But that proved unfeasible here.

The werevampire monsters operated in flawless unity. They moved as a single entity.

That explained it, Damon mused darkly as a talon ripped through his shoulder and another crashed into his side, hurling him across the soil. They employed a hive-mind blood war formation of some kind.

He tumbled, narrowly dodging a pulverizing footfall, and rose sputtering. Toxic blood seeped from his lips. His health bar declined in tiny, persistent drops.

Damon flashed a grin. This was precisely the challenge he sought. A formidable foe that could drive him to his absolute edge, life hanging in balance—and he'd discovered it at last. True training commenced now.

Damon remained unshaken by the crushing might arrayed against him. Numbers meant nothing, whether one or a multitude. He needed only to parry and counter each incoming threat. He first released Blood Rain and Blood Storm, asserting dominance over their combat ground.

The toxins failed to fell them instantly but surely sapped their strength. He followed with poison burst, poison bloom, and poison devastation. His top area-of-effect abilities offered some aid. Yet they fell short.

Fortuitously, they bolstered his vitality and bought precious moments to steady himself amid the abomination swarm. His mana core thrashed wildly, eager for release, while mana streams surged through his veins.

Damon held back no more. He tested fresh techniques he'd developed. [Divine Hurricane], merging divine energy, wind energy, and lightning energy. Gale blades formed, first scores, then hordes, each inscribed with divine force. Bolts amplified them further.

Force erupted as the hurricane burst forth. Damon held position at its center, wild fervor twisting his features. "Come at me!" He bellowed in reply, blending foul toxic blood power with divine might to smash the closest werevampire's visage.

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