SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 748 Corpse lover

Necrogod's hands clenched into fists. If Damon could manage to absorb that particular phenomenon… Then his own evolution would truly reach its apex.

But what if someone dared to intervene at this critical juncture…

A worried glance was cast by Necrogod towards the circle of powerful young lords surrounding them. Judging by the intense covetousness gleaming in their eyes…

That precise possibility seemed to escalate with each ticking second.

The gigantic golden maelstrom continued its inexorable descent from the torn heavens, its slow, deliberate rotation siphoning away even the inherent luminescence of the trial realm itself. Immense torrents of recollection spiraled within its depths. The sheer magnitude of the pressure radiating from it caused the formidable heirs congregated near Damon to instinctively recoil a step.

"What in the blazes is that?"

"That entity is undeniably more potent than any mere golden memory tempest!"

Necrogod felt an acute constriction in his throat. He perceived it now as well. This particular tempest was starkly different from any previous occurrences. The earlier phenomena were but fragmented echoes, dispersed wisps drifting aimlessly through the trial grounds. This vortex, however, appeared to be the very heart of it all.

And it was plummeting directly towards Damon.

The golden vortex expanded exponentially, progressively dominating the entirety of the sky above them. Even the ambient atmosphere began to warp and distort under its immense gravitational pull.

With a low whistle, the beastkin bearing golden horns remarked, "Well now… isn't that remarkably convenient."

Necrogod's eyes flared wide. "Hold!" But his plea arrived far too late.

The horned beastkin propelled himself upwards like a streak of incandescent fire, aurulent flames erupting around his form as he surged directly towards the descending vortex. Several others reacted with equal swiftness. Silhouettes blurred across the sky: an elf astride a gust of emerald wind, a winged vampire darting skyward like a ruby-red arrow, and a young woman encircled by a halo of shimmering crystal blades.

Every single one of them had grasped the identical realization. This colossal memory storm likely represented the ultimate trial within this specific realm, and if Damon were to successfully absorb it, the invaluable opportunity would inevitably dissipate. Even if the damned thing was descending in his direction, this was no simple phenomenon that could be instantly consumed. It would necessitate a considerable duration.

Consequently, they acted without delay. One after another, numerous figures vanished into the immense storm, which gave no indication of any alteration whatsoever.

Simultaneously, a multitude of gazes pivoted towards Damon. A formidable beastkin warrior audibly cracked his neck, golden sparks arcing between his predatory claws. Another individual advanced, a sorceress enveloped in ethereal pale blue lightning. Their focused attention now shifted towards the crimson chrysalis.

Within its confines, Damon remained utterly motionless, streams of golden light from the colossal vortex continuing their unceasing influx into his quiescent body.

The initial assault originated from the beastkin warrior. He charged forward with astonishing velocity, his claws rending the very air as torrents of golden lightning crackled around his powerful frame.

Necrogod's response was immediate. "Over my deceased corpse!" With a forceful slam of both hands upon the ground, the earth erupted.

An army of hundreds of skeletal warriors erupted from the churned soil, their vacant eye sockets blazing with the eerie glow of green necrotic flames. Colossal bone titans lumbered into existence amidst them, their immense ribcages groaning as they erected a formidable living bulwark around Damon's cocoon. The beastkin's savage claws impacted forcefully against this ossified barrier.

BOOOOM!

A significant portion of the skeletal legions disintegrated instantaneously upon impact.

Necrogod staggered backward uncontrollably, a trickle of blood escaping his lips as the concussive shockwave violently reverberated through his entire being. The disparity in power was crushingly evident, and the relentless attackers showed no signs of ceasing their onslaught.

Additional combatants surged forward. A barrage of crackling lightning spears descended. A sweeping wave of razor-sharp emerald blades. Potent crimson blood magic. All of these formidable forces converged upon the protective cocoon.

Necrogod's eyes widened in pure desperation. He had not yet fully recuperated, and even if he had, his current skill level and breadth of experience were woefully insufficient when contrasted with these monstrous adversaries. "Blood God!" he invoked, clenching his fists tightly, steeling himself for an all-out commitment.

The attacks converged from every conceivable direction, and at the precise moment the initial wave was poised to strike the crimson cocoon, an astonishing and unforeseen event transpired.

Damon, along with the crimson cocoon, simply vanished. He too had been drawn into the colossal storm!

Witnessing this, Necrogod acted instantly, without a shred of hesitation. He too plunged into the immense storm. He possessed no certainty regarding the challenges that awaited them within, but if Damon was destined to confront them, then he would most assuredly not remain a passive observer.

Meanwhile, within the enigmatic memory realm…

Necrogod lurched forward unsteadily, collapsing onto the frigid, unyielding stone floor.

A violent throbbing pulsed within his skull, rendering him disoriented for a period, unable to discern which way was up. The deafening roar of the preceding tempest had entirely dissipated. In its stead, an unnerving silence prevailed.

Necrogod cautiously raised his head. He was no longer situated within the golden vortex nor the confines of the trial world.

Instead, he found himself standing in what appeared to be a vast academy courtyard. Imposing stone edifices loomed on all sides, their gothic spires piercing the wan, grey heavens. Students clad in somber uniforms traversed the courtyard in small clusters. Some were engaged in the practice of arcane spells. Others engaged in boisterous disputes. A few merely observed the unfolding scene.

Necrogod blinked a few times, confusion clouding his mind. "What the hell…" Before his thoughts could fully form, a harsh voice suddenly pierced the air beside him. "Freak!"

Necrogod turned his head towards the sound.

A group of academy students stood a short distance away, their gazes fixed on him with expressions of utter disgust, as if he were something repulsive. One of them pointed at him, openly displaying his contempt. "What are you skulking around the graveyard for?"

Another student scoffed. "Where else would he be? That’s the only place a corpse lover like him belongs."

A wave of laughter erupted from the group.

Necrogod's brow furrowed. Graveyard? He slowly brought his gaze down to his own body. It felt different. The necrotic aura that usually clung to him was conspicuously absent. His armor had vanished as well. In its place, he wore a simple academy uniform, its fabric slightly torn and smudged with dirt.

One of the students took a step forward and deliberately kicked dirt in his direction. "I asked you a question, grave rat."

Necrogod slowly got to his feet. The students instinctively recoiled slightly as they met the look in his eyes. Even stripped of his powers, the chilling killing intent that resided within Necrogod's gaze was far too intense for ordinary academy brats to endure.

"Children…" Necrogod muttered under his breath. He turned and departed, choosing to ignore the bothersome youths. Although he detested bullies and normally made a point of teaching them a harsh lesson, these particular kids were not his immediate concern. His primary objective now was to rapidly comprehend the rules of this unfamiliar world. If a mere golden memory storm had already left him on the brink of death, he shuddered to contemplate the potential devastation of this colossal, all-encompassing memory storm.

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