SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 714 Are you an idiot?

A profound silence descended upon the hall. The emperor gazed at the crown prince like he was facing an unfamiliar figure donning his son's appearance. The sorrow in his gaze surpassed fury, exceeding even the sting of disloyalty.

"…So that's it," the emperor murmured softly. "That's your real belief."

The crown prince opened his arms a bit. "It's the reality. Those concealed orders held true might. Genuine might. Not the delicate equilibrium you desperately held onto." "Had you collaborated, had you harnessed them rather than dread them, the Great Western Desert would have towered over rival empires by now. We might have dominated the whole light faction. We could have reigned over this entire continent instead of merely this pitiful, arid, worthless territory."

"And on what foundation would it rest?" the emperor inquired. "On skeletons?"

The prince offered a faint smile. "All empires rise on skeletons. You merely denied that fact."

"There's no reason to prolong this discussion." Damon at last interjected.

The crown prince's eyes turned to him, annoyance flickering over his features. "This concerns our family."

Damon cocked his head. "You poisoned your sister. That turns it into my concern."

"Be quiet, bloodsucker. You shall bow before me. You speak only when I permit it. And…" A chilling spark ignited in the crown prince's eyes. "Never again let that crude mouth of yours mention my sister's name."

Damon blinked, fixing his stare on the crown prince. Then he burst into laughter. "Are you a fool? Do you truly fail to grasp the nature of this chamber you've entered?"

The crown prince scoffed. "Encased by countless peak C-rank specialists? I comprehend it fully."

Damon advanced one step. An explosive force erupted. He cast a quick look toward Alzara and the Emperor. Pain etched their faces, yet they nodded in agreement. Events had reached this juncture. No alternative conclusion existed.

"I never sought approval to voice my thoughts," Damon stated evenly. "Nor did I request leave to remain upright." He lifted his hand a touch.

Alzara drew in a quick gasp. She had witnessed Damon's battles previously. Her pulse quickened, knowing he now faced her brother.

The Emperor next to her chuckled with bitterness. "My son… You're correct. Ultimately, I struck a pact with a demon. Yet the demon I selected differs greatly from those you picked." The crown prince stumbled, retreating several paces, overwhelmed by the crushing force upon him. That proved insufficient. In the following moment, he dropped to the floor, forced to his knees.

The Emperor exhaled deeply. "Why drag all these individuals here? Aren't you aware of the fate that befell the other orders, my son? You ought to have fled upon spotting him. At least you might have preserved your existence. The blame lies not with you. It rests with me. This elderly man overlooked you repeatedly. I failed to guide you properly."

As his words trailed off unfinished, a surge of crimson aura detonated, blood saturating the space. The atmosphere thundered with blood's might. Alzara wrapped her arm around her father while a blood shield enveloped them both, blocking every assault from touching.

Yet outside that shield, chaos erupted wildly. Blood vines sprang from the earth, and sanguine armaments formed from nothing. A profane tempest of blood raged forth, utterly demolishing that part of the royal palace.

Pillars fractured and tumbled beneath the raw force, stone shattering into powder as surges of scarlet power shredded all in their course. Blood vines twisted like animated creatures, lashing at forms, shattering plating, yanking armaments from grips prior to skewering their wielders with ruthless accuracy.

The remaining C-ranks attempted to repel the onslaughts using their domains, but all defenses vanished in the relentless flood of blood. Barriers shattered, weight manipulations crumbled, and natural force fields dissolved as though they had been illusions.

Undoubtedly, agents of other secret orders lurked within the crowd, since numerous constructs began emerging amid the sanguine gale. Such efforts proved futile. Damon merely rendered the blood acidic, and the constructs faltered instantly.

Though he hadn't advanced sufficiently to fortify his spirit via toxins, substantial gains had occurred elsewhere. Rendering his blood solely acidic without toxicity no longer posed a challenge. He achieved it effortlessly in the blink of an eye.

The sanguine gale pressed forward, ruthless and impartial, tearing apart the surviving C-ranks like mere barriers in its path. Gradually, their defenses collapsed, their strikes rendered pointless. The elite C-rank strength they boasted of abruptly seemed insignificant against the supreme blood force. They lagged in all aspects. Techniques, attributes, and raw assault potency paled beside the blood deity before them.

Damon refrained from restraint as well. Time pressed him, and moreover, he aimed to conclude the battle prior to any detection. He employed solely his blood vitality in combat, so should anyone scan the region with perception, it would appear as an ordinary vampire clash.

Nevertheless, he preferred avoiding risks. The confrontation demanded swift resolution.

Damon unleashed the complete might of his freshly unlocked channels, his ancient nucleus and magical energy coursing like a tune, though one of demise and ruin.

The Crown Prince grew ashen. The C-ranks nearby lay slain or expiring. He recognized Damon's strikes against rival orders, yet numerous tales swirled around that incident. Certain accounts claimed the venom emblem truly orchestrated the eradication of Umbra's Hand and the beast tamers.

Others recounted the concealed elves who abruptly appeared and massacred those bold enough to taint the wasteland. Additional whispers spoke of the abomination emerging from Umbra's Hand's inherited realm.

The crown prince had verified two of these three tales himself. He had encountered the elves and observed the creature now wandering Umbra's Hand headquarters. This bolstered his audacity to belittle the bloodsucker facing him.

He dismissed it as sheer chance that the bloodsucker appeared during the downfall of all three orders. If pressed, he figured the bloodsucker had accessed some relic from the enchanted realms that deluded his sister. He believed no deeper truth to the stories. Or rather… not until this instant…

Truth struck him like a crumbling firmament. "No…" he rasped faintly, fingers clawing into the damaged stone as he fought for air beneath the suffocating weight. "That's impossible… you're merely a vampire… a mere dark faction outcast…"

Damon halted several paces away. The gale divided. Crimson liquid lingered aloft, held like a still ocean, beads quivering. He peered at the prostrate prince, gaze icy and bereft of mercy.

The crown prince chuckled feebly, madness seeping into his tone. "So this concludes it? You end me, and the empire's rescued? Do you believe my demise alters a thing?"

Damon tipped his head a fraction. "No."

The crimson encircling the prince constricted, winding like bindings over his extremities, hoisting him slightly so his knees scarcely grazed the floor.

"Your demise alters nothing," Damon declared.

From behind the shield, Alzara balled her hands, tears tracing her cheeks. She yearned to avert her eyes. She couldn't. He was her sibling, yet the person she remembered had perished ages past.

The emperor remained mute, posture burdened, stare vacant. He uttered no word. He halted nothing. His allegiance was set.

The crown prince's eyes darted to his father, despair piercing the haughtiness at last. "Father… I…"

The emperor shut his eyes. "I let you down," he uttered softly. "But I won't abandon the desert once more."

A blood reaper materialized and descended upon the frenzied crown prince. The fellow's expression blanched and twisted, brimming with powerlessness and bitterness. His schemes had succeeded, and success loomed near, yet in the final stretch….