SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 742 All gone?

"Impossible!" Samarishit exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. All the nobles present in the grand hall were fixated on Damon, their gazes akin to witnessing the very fabric of reality being torn asunder.

The captain, who had spoken moments before, clenched his fist once more, his eyes widening to an even greater extent. "It is real," he breathed out. "The blessing… it endures."

Another elder shut his eyes briefly, a profound sensation washing over him as he sensed the shift within.

"The blessing has permeated the entirety of our settlement."

"That is the blessing bestowed by our ancestor!"

A wave of hushed conversations swept through the chamber.

"But… how is this possible?"

"He was deemed unsuitable!"

"The bloodline should not recognize him!"

Damon's lips curved into a grin. The matter of the blessings was settled. He was now prepared to advance to the next phase. He silently commanded his blood avatar, positioned among the throng of nobles, to further agitate the assembly.

"So, you can perform this minor feat? What difference can a small boost truly make? Do you even comprehend the magnitude of our adversaries?"

This incitement was more than enough. Another noble interjected, his voice rising, "Our external threats are far from insignificant. Six B-rank powerhouses stand poised at our gates. Even with the ancestor's blessing, a handful of C-ranks such as ourselves cannot possibly alter the outcome of such a conflict. Mere parlor tricks will not suffice. You must relinquish the throne."

Several others quickly voiced their agreement.

"Indeed!"

"A trivial blessing cannot salvage this clan!"

"The true potency of the ancestor's blood resides within the authority of the throne itself!"

Yet another noble stepped forward, elevating his voice further still. "If you genuinely command the ancestor's bloodline, then demonstrate your power by activating the castle's formations! Bolster the barrier! Command the throne to repel these invaders!"

Murmurs surged once more through the chamber, spreading with remarkable speed.

"Yes, activate the domain's defenses!"

"The throne is meant to repel enemies!"

Just as the crowd began to descend into chaos anew, Damon calmly closed his eyes, his focus narrowing back to the single drop of blood. He channeled his will, intending to forge a connection between the surrounding space and the blood. Soon, he detected a nascent link, tenuous yet present, between his current location and the bloodline.

He intensified his concentration on this fragile connection when suddenly, an immense power surged forth, as if a colossal dam had been breached.

Abruptly, Damon became aware of the subtle barrier that enveloped the entire settlement.

Initially, it felt distant, like an ethereal thread grazing his consciousness. However, the moment the ancestor's blood responded, that thread rapidly thickened and multiplied. Countless invisible conduits extended outward from the throne, permeating the castle walls, traversing the city streets, and reaching far beyond the outermost ramparts.

This was the domain.

The castle was not merely an edifice of stone and towers. It was an intricate formation intertwined directly with the throne and the very blood of the progenitor. Every battlement, every spire, every defensive array resonated with the drop of blood held within his grasp.

Damon drew a slow breath as an overwhelming influx of information flooded his mind.

"So this is how it operates," he murmured.

Beyond the castle walls, the crimson barrier shimmered faintly above the settlement, struggling to maintain its integrity as the distant auras of B-rank powerhouses battered against it like colossal tidal waves.

The instant Damon made contact with the connection, the entire structure responded with a tremendous surge.

The throne situated behind him roared to life.

Ancient runes etched across the chamber's walls ignited with a blinding crimson radiance. The very ground beneath the nobles quaked violently as energy coursed through the network of formations.

Externally, the barrier erupted outward exponentially.

The ephemeral crimson dome overhead instantly solidified, expanding into a colossal shield composed of condensed blood energy. The sky above the castle ignited in a fiery red hue as colossal pillars of light ascended from the defensive towers.

Throughout the city, every vampire experienced the transformation instantaneously.

The domain had been awakened.

Back within the throne chamber, several nobles staggered under the force of the power surge that coursed through the castle.

"What—"

"The barrier!"

"The domain formation!"

Samarishit's head snapped towards the chamber windows as the crimson light painted the entire sky. "That… that is the throne's domain…" His voice trembled with awe.

Damon slowly opened his eyes, his senses encompassing everything. The castle. The intricate formations. Every single vampire within the domain's reach. And, most crucially, the six overwhelming presences arrayed beyond the barrier – six formidable B-rank powerhouses.

Damon leaned back against the throne, a faint smile gracing his lips. Meanwhile, on the other side of the chamber, his blood avatar continued its performance.

"Mere defense is insufficient. We must launch an offensive. Otherwise, we are simply sitting ducks awaiting our demise!" The declaration reverberated through the throne chamber, which had fallen into a profound silence. No one dared to utter a word, but upon hearing these pronouncements, one by one, the assembled nobles snapped out of their stupor, mustering the courage to proceed.

"Precisely!"

"The barrier won't last eternally!"

"Six B-rank cultivators are capable of shattering any defense with sustained assault!"

An Elder fixed Damon with a piercing stare. "If your control over the throne domain is genuine, then retaliate! The ancestor's blood holds immense latent power!"

Another noble surged forward, his voice laced with urgency. "The Blood Pillars!"

"Indeed! Unleash the Blood Pillars!"

"Our founding ancestor employed them to annihilate encroaching armies!"

The throne chamber once again buzzed with overlapping voices.

Samarishit remained momentarily rooted, his gaze fixed on the luminous runes illuminating the chamber walls. The domain formation had demonstrably awakened, an achievement beyond his prior expectations for Damon.

Yet, as the nobles clamored to repulse the external threats, a peculiar tension tightened his features. He understood that if Damon succeeded in this endeavor, there would be no receding. The assembled throng would instantly shift their loyalties, disregarding all else. Prior to such a turn, swift action was imperative.

Unbeknownst to the other courtiers, he had been secretly negotiating with the fifth clan, a faction that had maintained neutrality for centuries. This had been his contingency, reserved precisely for such critical junctures. Without further delay, he dispatched a missive to the Black Moon clan, now requiring only the passage of time.

Surely, Damon would require considerable time to orchestrate further actions. While activating the blessings and defensive arrays was impressive, it was not unprecedented. Many of their clan leaders had achieved similar feats.

As long as the situation did not escalate further, his standing within the clan was secure. He subtly exhaled, cleared his throat, preparing to speak, when an immense shockwave suddenly emanated from the blood drop.

Samarishit's eyes widened dramatically. The expressions of all others witnessing the spectacle mirrored his own. The drop of blood had vanished entirely!

No one present had ever witnessed such a phenomenon in their lifetimes. It defied comprehension. Directly before their eyes, the blood drop had completely evaporated. Furthermore, the throne itself began to radiate an intense luminescence.

Damon rose with casual grace. A wave of weakness overcame everyone, many collapsing to the ground as they observed the throne behind him disintegrate into a cascade of red light. The ancient seat, which had stood resolute for centuries, was fragmenting, dissolving into countless motes of crimson radiance.

Astonishingly, every single particle of light converged upon Damon. They swirled around him like a vortex of scarlet fireflies, drawn inexorably towards a central point. The nobles watched in utter horror.