SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 739 Die
Previously on SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God...
Lysandra faced Damon, her gaze chillingly cold.
The surrounding court members mirrored her expression, each displaying utter contempt and disgust. A particularly striking man stepped forward.
"What forbidden technique are you employing? Do you intend to doom the entire clan? You are unworthy of being an heir, not a King. A coward, that's what you are. Your only rightful place is death. You shall perish right here, right now!"
A formidable aura enveloped the handsome noble. He exuded the regal and composed demeanor befitting a perfect vampire. Damon's expression tightened at the sight of the self-righteous scoundrel. He unleashed another surge of poison.
Unexpectedly, it had no effect on the group. A faint green aura shimmered, its strength sufficient to repel his poisonous miasma. "Intriguing." Damon smirked.
He rose, continuing to siphon blood from the surrounding chaos. Vampires still lay bleeding and dying in other sections of the castle and the city. A potent aura flared around him as well, but in the next moment, he vanished silently.
Lysandra, the handsome vampire, and all the other court attendees stood utterly stunned. Everyone had braced for Damon's retaliation, with not a single soul anticipating his flight.
By all accounts! B-rank entities were at their threshold! What possible sense did running make?
"Moonade! Track him! Immediately! We must locate that wretch and eliminate him, no matter the cost! Only then will the throne become accessible to an heir from outside the royal bloodline. That degenerate must die without delay, lest our priceless ancestral treasure falls into the wrong hands."
Lysandra immediately countered, "Your concern seems to lie more with the ancestor's bloodline than with our own clan members."
The handsome vampire's countenance shifted, but he offered no reply. The charade of maintaining appearances was long over; his sole preoccupation now was the demise of that detestable good-for-nothing.
"There! He's on the terrace!"
The group instantly materialized on the terrace, catching Damon completely off guard. "How in the blazes did you track me down so swiftly?"
This time, Damon didn't rely solely on poisonous miasma. He projected sharp blood needles, each imbued with compressed wind energy, formidable enough to function as miniature projectiles. The green barrier surrounding the group shuddered as countless tiny, power-packed needles assaulted it from every angle, filling the terrace with a deafening cacophony of impacts.
The barrier flickered precariously.
Shockwaves radiated outwards with each strike, fracturing tiles and splintering marble railings. Stone fragments were hurled across the courtyard below. Damon did not linger to observe the aftermath, vanishing once more.
"He's fleeing again!"
"Unbelievable! How can that wastrel possess such might?"
"He has been concealing his true power all this while!"
A chase ensued, and the handsome vampire displayed evident displeasure. His comely face contorted with rage, compelling him to finally commit to a full-power offensive. He retrieved a vial of blood from his interspatial ring.
Upon uncorking the vial, a colossal blood avatar materialized moments later, having consumed the blood. Damon instantly perceived the presence of a B-rank entity.
"Damn it! This viper was hoarding such a potent attack?" Damon couldn't fathom it. "It appears my time is running short." He attempted to activate Stealth and conceal himself again, but to no avail. The B-rank instantly unleashed an attack towards his new position.
A colossal blood scythe materialized directly overhead. Damon possessed an identical skill in his arsenal, one of his recently acquired abilities. However, executing it now would yield nowhere near the potency displayed by this one.
His body trembled, his blood boiling under the sheer oppressive force emanating from the attack. The aura was crushing, and he simply lacked the fortitude to withstand such a ferocious, direct assault. It was a stark disparity in power, leaving him with no avenue for escape.
"Perish, you vermin. An entity like you, who unhesitatingly sacrificed the lives of countless clan members, has no right to inhabit this world! Today, I, Samarishit, shall vanquish the reprehensible degenerate responsible for the downfall of our illustrious clan!" The handsome vampire and the blood avatar spoke in unison, astonishing all present. The resonant voice boomed majestically, causing everyone to halt and turn. The city's turmoil ceased simultaneously, every gaze now fixed upon the immense blood avatar.
Damon offered a wry smile. What a perfectly orchestrated political maneuver! Should the handsome scoundrel ascend and claim the title of King following this display, who would dare to challenge his legitimacy? He likely possessed further hidden abilities to confront the B-rank powerhouses lurking beyond the city's borders!
This golden rank world was truly brutal. Not only did he have unbeatable enemies outside the castle, but he had equally powerful enemies within. "Die wastrel!" The blood avatar shouted, and the scythe came down. However, Damon once again disappeared. When he appeared again, the blood avatar relentlessly stood in front of him. "You cannot run anymore, coward. You will pay for your sins!" The same majestic voice boomed. Damon's mind raced as he tried to think of something. His body was already giving out. There was no way around this. There was nothing he could do to survive against a B rank. The blood avatar did not give him anymore chances. A blood hexagram appeared on the ground, and this time, he was not even able to move from the spot. It was game over from all angles. A tremendous amount of pressure crushed him as the scythe appeared again and came down swiftly. The entire court of vampires also appeared to spectate the key moment. Everyone of them waited in anticipation to see Damon poetically beheaded. And their wish was granted. The scythe came down, and blood splattered everywhere, not even leaving a body behind.