SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 716 No way out

Damon’s intuition proved accurate as, an instant later, he perceived a violent tug deep within his soul. Namina offered a malicious grin while tracing her lips with her tongue. Look here, pretty boy. While your appearance is merely average, your physique is exquisite. There is no need to plead with mommy; I shall take you for myself. However, you must perform one small favor first. Surrender your soul to me.

Hardly had the words left her mouth when an immense surge of pressure slammed into Damon’s consciousness.

The pull upon his spirit grew intense, casting away any semblance of subtlety. It was invasive, frigid, and sharp as a blade, akin to invisible hooks attempting to extract a core piece of his being. Dark, arcane sigils flared beneath Namina’s soles, weaving into a complex soul-binding formation.

Her eyes gleamed with a chilling light as she licked her lips, regarding Damon with ravenous hunger. You will make a magnificent addition to my collection, she boomed with laughter.

Witnessing this, the crown prince and the other members of the hidden orders visibly relaxed. While the system contract hovering before them had seemed their only escape from ruin moments prior, that was no longer the case.

Everyone understood that once Namina surrendered to her madness, no force on earth could contain her. Only B-ranked powerhouses could hope to intervene, and their Western Desert Empire possessed no such monsters.

The bloodsucker was undeniably doomed.

Some spectators even clicked their tongues in pity. Landing in Namina’s clutches was often far worse than death, a fate most would not wish upon their most bitter rival.

Elsewhere, Alzara and the aged emperor watched with expressions of pure horror. Neither had anticipated the mad witch’s arrival, much less her immediate use of full strength. Yet, the emperor reacted faster than anyone present.

The moment that soul-binding array began to glow, he moved, knowing this was not a trial Damon could easily overcome.

A roar thundered through the chamber as ancient imperial seals ignited across his limbs. Mana erupted violently, coalescing into a brilliant arc of sunlight that carved through the air toward Namina. The strike hurtled forward like a falling star. Golden luminescence howled, tearing the atmosphere as the emperor poured his entire essence into the blow. Get away from him!

The radiant crescent slammed into Namina, but before any damage could be dealt, a translucent barrier layered with glowing runes manifested before her. The sunlight collided and shattered upon impact, scattering into harmless fragments of light that drifted like dying embers across the floor.

Namina turned her head, irritation marring her features. Tsk. Old men really ought to learn when their time in the grave has come. She flicked her finger, and the backlash arrived instantaneously.

The emperor was struck mid-stride, his seals shattering in succession as an invisible force crushed him. He was tossed backward like a discarded doll, smashing through a marble pillar before skidding across the ground in a spray of stone and blood.

FATHER! Alzara shrieked.

Yet, before she could reach him, a blood-red hand materialized to envelop the emperor, shielding him from further harm.

Upon seeing that crimson hand, the attention of the court shifted toward the only individual capable of such a feat.

Alzara gasped. The crown prince’s jaw nearly touched the floor. Many others gulped in disbelief. The man who should have been reduced to a soulless husk under Namina’s ultimate technique remained standing, completely unscathed.

Damon winced slightly, but the vitality in his gaze confirmed the strike had done little harm. Even Namina appeared stunned by this outcome, freezing in place as she stared at Damon in disbelief.

Interesting! she cackled. She prepared to speak further, but her expression suddenly shifted. Her flawless, pale skin—smooth as a child’s and paired with a figure that drew every man’s gaze despite her vile nature—began to transform.

Decay consumed her from within. She lost the ability to move or even release her laughter. Fear and dread flooded her eyes as her shock transfigured into pure terror.

You had one opportunity, and you squandered it. Damon remained motionless, wearing a thin smile. There was no need for him to intervene; the battle had already concluded. Did you truly believe I would approach this without preparing for you, you decrepit hag?

While Damon had not yet mastered the art of soul cultivation or perfect restoration of his spirit, he had made significant progress. Arya had labored relentlessly alongside venomed-sigil alchemists to create a soul poison and healing elixir, culminating in an improved variant of the soul-clouding poison. This allowed Damon to conceal his soul, sacrificing only a marginal portion of his stats.

This suited him perfectly, as he had accumulated ample stats to spare. The poison might gnaw at his strength, agility, or intelligence, diminishing his offensive power—but as long as he funneled more stats into the void to compensate, the drawback was easily mitigated. It was not a perfect solution, but it was the most effective one his team could engineer in the allotted time.

And it had proven decisive in mounting a defense against a lethal soul attack.

Fury burned in Namina’s eyes, yet she was powerless. As she stood silently, rotting where she stood as her beauty withered into nothingness, the remaining onlookers finally regained their senses.

The members of the hidden orders, who had been so arrogant mere moments ago, now scrambled to their knees. Their hands trembled as they rushed to sign the glowing system contracts floating before them. Pride, loyalty, and ambition had vanished, replaced by the instinct for survival. If Namina could not withstand this individual, none of them stood a chance. Namina was a peak C-rank expert, rumored to be on the verge of entering the B-rank. If she could not slay the bloodsucker, their situation was entirely hopeless.