SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 730 I am going to try something

Damon’s brow furrowed deeply. The toxin failed to produce the results he desired. Clearly, a skilled alchemist supported their side. They knew his old poison well—the one he unleashed to raze those cities. Still, he had upgraded it long ago.

Though the team didn’t collapse immediately, their actions turned noticeably slower and frailer. Shockingly, this didn’t faze them at all. “He is here! Everyone, be careful!” Mo Cheng bellowed. The whole group instantly retrieved vials of green liquid and chugged them down.

“Oh… you even prepared countermeasures?” Damon arched an eyebrow, genuinely impressed. Yet he had no intention of waiting idly as foes downed their antidotes and regained strength. The moment vials appeared, countless blood swords materialized quietly in the air, numbering in the dozens.

Every sword pulsed with deadly menace, their edges quivering while dense blood essence yearned to burst free. No one reacted or shook off the poison’s lethargy in time—the blades descended simultaneously from all directions.

Shrieking winds ripped as the swords slashed down from every conceivable angle. Defensive barriers exploded like fragile panes under heavy blows. Crimson sprays erupted across the scarlet dunes in savage bursts.

One fighter scarcely lifted his weapon before three blades impaled his torso, nailing him to the earth. Coordination proved impossible. Counterstrikes were out of reach. The venom had stolen that vital instant for response.

Damon remained motionless. He watched the carnage calmly, arms loose by his sides, gaze icy and sharp. Blood splattered the ground only to lift again. Scarlet strands detached from the sands, twisting upward through the air, spiraling gracefully back to him. It absorbed seamlessly into his form.

In a mere instant, the massacre ended. Corpses littered the crimson sands, mangled and still. Elites revered as invincible icons elsewhere became mere cadavers, antidotes unfinished on their lips.

Mo Cheng dropped to one knee, hacking fiercely, eyes bulging in shock. His vial tumbled free, smashing pointlessly on the dirt. Evidently, he endured by shunting harm to an undead minion.

More undead emerged, but to no avail. Damon advanced steadily. “Ultimately,” he stated coolly, “preparations count only if executed swiftly enough.” He glanced at the slain elites, then Mo Cheng, delivering the final blow. “And you weren’t.”

His timeline diverged entirely, beginning with himself. Mo Cheng loomed as a major threat in his prior life, yet now perished without resistance.

Damon ignored the man henceforth, turning his attention to Necrogod. Considering the youth’s temperament, he couldn’t resist a jab. “Dude, what happened? Thought you were unbeatable, yet here you sit on your backside?”

To his surprise, Necrogod stayed despondent. “Beware the golden storms… They’re unnatural…” He murmured faintly. “Underestimate them, and you’ll fare like me.”

Damon laughed lightly. “Come on, dude. Don’t be bitter. If not this trial, another awaits.”

Necrogod gave a wry chuckle. “You don’t understand, huh? This ends me. Nothing follows. I’m done for, jackass.”

Damon’s expression shifted. “What do you mean?”

Necrogod laughed, offering no clarification.

“Can’t you hang on till the event concludes? We’ll likely teleport back to the game world then.”

“…”

“What if I hand you the next memory shard I find?”

“...”

“Hmmm… here, take this…” Damon offered the incomplete memory orb to Necrogod, but it proved futile. Instantly, it returned to him autonomously.

“See?” Necrogod laughed once more. “I’m gone already. Soon another storm hits and drags me under. No chance clearing it like this. Leave me, prioritize your memory orb. Finish it before a golden storm strikes. Complete yours first, and even golden ones might spare you backlash.”

Damon heard him out attentively, mind racing for fixes. True, the kid wasn’t his closest ally—selfish, abrasive attitude—but abandoning him to death was unthinkable. Their bond had cost too much investment.

Still, options dwindled. He could shield him from rivals in this realm, but memory storms felt inevitable; barriers wouldn’t split instances differently.

He suspected no group mode existed for memory realms—solo trials likely. Waiting to experiment risked disaster; time slipped away.

Besides, death here—in memory world or this plane—seemed final, unlike game respawns. Damon eyed the rotting corpses. Deviant King Mo Cheng stayed dead, husk intact. Such might crumbling to dust underscored reality: not all was simulated. Seconds chances weren’t guaranteed. Death spared none.

Damon brainstormed desperately, even deploying Alzara’s top-tier healing potions—useless. Something core had vanished from the kid, stats drained utterly by the storm.

One idea lingered. “Hey.” He knelt beside him. “Gonna attempt something risky—it might flop. Wanna try regardless?”

Necrogod’s eyes flared wide. “What do you mean?”

Damon drew nearer, widening Necrogod’s gaze further. “What idiotic plan brews in that head, bast—” Damon cut him off, leaning in to sink fangs into the slender, fragile neck.

Usually, Damon favored contactless methods, especially with males involved, but this gambit demanded tradition.

Fangs piercing skin flooded his mouth with blood; potent essence blended with his own. He strove to link the essences, channeling distilled bloodline shards freshly harvested from slain foes’ absorbed vitality.

Yet execution proved tough. His blood devoured the offering, severing the bond instantly. “Fuck.” Damon withdrew, fangs retracting as Necrogod paled further, weakening more.

“What the fuck… bastard… why…” He slurred faintly, teetering on unconsciousness.

Time pressed. Damon knew prior attempts flopped near-successfully; one more push might clinch it.

For the final shot, Damon concentrated deeply, amassing all circulating bloodline fragments. With full willpower and mental force, he yanked forth a tolerable mass, extracting it in a fluid surge.

A blood spear materialized before Damon, which he seized and plunged downward.