SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 743 He is breaking through?!!!

Damon summarily disregarded the assembled vampires, his mind now overwhelmed with a deluge of information and boundless knowledge that cascaded into his consciousness like a tsunami breaching a fractured dam.

For a fleeting instant, he remained utterly motionless, eyes half-lidded, as if witnessing the unveiling of something immense and infinite. It felt as though every obstructing bottleneck separating him from the subsequent stage was being obliterated, one after another.

It wasn't merely a surge of power he was experiencing, but profound comprehension.

The ancestor's blood was far more than a mere vessel of strength; it contained echoes of the progenitor's understanding of blood itself. Techniques, primal instincts, and centuries of assimilated insight surged through Damon’s being in tumultuous waves. Blood manipulation, once a complex puzzle, now appeared starkly simple. He could perceive the very structure of blood essence with absolute clarity—its flow, its condensation, its potential to be molded into formidable weapons, impenetrable barriers, or even entire domains.

Every principle that had previously eluded his grasp suddenly clicked into place, as though the missing pieces of a puzzle he had been fumbling with in the dark had been presented to him.

Damon drew a slow breath, his blood thundering within his veins. The aura enveloping him intensified, the circulating energy within his body growing progressively denser. Imperfections in his control vanished, and limitations he had passively accepted as insurmountable barriers crumbled sequentially.

Behind him, the assembled nobles could only stare in aghast silence. They could feel it—even those devoid of understanding sensed the terrifying unfolding before them. The pressure saturating the throne chamber mounted relentlessly.

Samarishit's countenance visibly paled as his gaze remained fixed on Damon. “He… he’s breaking through,” he stammered. The remaining vampires swallowed apprehensively, their silence now absolute.

Meanwhile, Damon stood as still as ever.

The influx of knowledge persisted. His grasp of blood manipulation ascended to unprecedented heights as the ancient memory fragments seamlessly integrated with his innate capabilities. Yet, it felt insufficient. A critical element was missing. He stood at the precipice of something monumental but had not yet crossed it. He required more skills, more experience, and a further advancement of his abilities. However, this deficiency would not deter him. Not at this juncture. He had already traversed so much ground; his resolve was firm to see this through.

Others would undoubtedly require years, perhaps even decades, to accrue the necessary experience and refine their skills, but he was distinct.

Damon’s fists clenched, and his eyes snapped open, fixing a cold gaze upon the group of anxious vampires. Siphoning their blood might yield substantial gains, but he harbored a premonition that it wouldn't suffice. Furthermore, he was unwilling to jeopardize his success within this memory world. His objective likely involved triumphing in this conflict and securing the territory to clear the memory world. He had already taken a significant risk by eliminating members of his own faction. Escalating such actions further courted the possibility of failure and the loss of everything.

No, he resolved, he must tread the more arduous path.

“Does anyone possess teleportation scrolls to reach another clan?” His voice resonated, imbued with the potent essence of the ancestor’s blood.

A moment of profound silence ensued.

The nobles were still reeling from the sheer magnitude of the events they had just witnessed. The throne had dissolved. The ancestor’s blood had fused with Damon. The domain had fully manifested. And now, the individual they had once derided as a wastrel heir was casually requesting a teleportation scroll as if preparing for a mundane excursion.

Why would such an item be needed now? The battle raged at their doorstep! The enemy was moments from breaching their defenses! These thoughts echoed in unison, yet no one dared to voice them.

At length, one of the elders managed to find his voice. “A… teleportation scroll?” he repeated, his tone laced with bewilderment. Damon slowly inclined his head, his crimson eyes surveying the chamber. “Do you have it, or not?” he inquired calmly.

The oppressive atmosphere within the chamber intensified subtly, compelling several of the weaker nobles to avert their gazes. Instantly, a few elders produced tokens from their storage rings, presenting them to Damon. “My Lord.” They bowed respectfully, awaiting his selection.

Merely moments prior, these same nobles had vociferously demanded his execution. Now, not a single one dared to stand fully erect in his presence. The suffocating aura permeating the chamber bore down heavily on their shoulders, a constant reminder that the man before them now commanded the ancestor’s blood and held dominion over the entire territory.

Damon’s gaze fell upon the handful of tokens hovering in the elders’ palms. He then established a connection with Necrogod. “Vlad, which clans dispatched the B-rank powerhouses?”

Necrogod quickly divulged the necessary intel, and in the very next moment, Damon activated a teleportation token with a broad grin. Simultaneously, his blood avatar, mirroring his smile, activated a different teleportation token.

Naturally, his disguise was altered, and he bore no resemblance to the degenerate heir he once seemed. Instead, he now looked like any ordinary vampire from Earth Online.

Damon and his blood avatar vanished together. Upon their reappearance, utter chaos ensued. A noxious miasma unfurled across the settlement, and within moments, countless vampires started to fall, one after another. The once quiet streets descended into pandemonium as the unseen poison permeated alleys, courtyards, and even guard towers. Initially, bewilderment reigned as no one grasped the unfolding situation.

"What… what is this?!"

"It's poison!"

"An attack! We're under attack!"

Widespread panic gripped the entire clan settlement. The poisonous miasma spread like a phantom, silently drifting through the air and infiltrating every available space. It was so insidious that most of the afflicted didn't even realize they were poisoned until their bodies abruptly failed them, collapsing to the ground.

Streams of blood essence began to pour from the lifeless bodies, slender crimson rivulets silently rising from the fallen. Damon and his blood avatar greedily absorbed it all, pilfering skills and augmenting stats. His own abilities rapidly ascended in level, and the few obstacles hindering his progression to the next stage gradually crumbled one by one.