SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 751 Nether infected

Necrogod let out a sigh. Precisely as he had anticipated, within mere moments, the nether seeping from the wound grew considerably denser. What began as a minor scratch rapidly escalated. Like ink spreading across parchment, thin, dark veins snaked outward from the tiny gash, crawling across Ruby's back.

Necrogod's jaw tightened. "Damn it all," he snarled.

Noticing his expression, Ruby frowned, her brow furrowing. "What are you on about? It's nothing serious. Don't be so dramatic!"

"It's nether."

The instant the word left his lips, Ruby froze completely. "That's not funny," she managed after a beat, her voice noticeably softer than before. Beads of perspiration began to form on her skin, and her once vibrant cherry-red lips slowly started to darken.

"No. No! Vlad! What's happening to me?" Ruby trembled violently, her entire body shaking uncontrollably. Vlad? Necrogod paused, momentarily taken aback by the name, but quickly dismissed it as mere coincidence, refocusing on the crisis. The nether hadn't yet permeated her entire being. There was still a sliver of hope. It hadn't reached her core. Though it was spreading with alarming speed, it remained confined to her external pathways. If he could be meticulously precise, if not a single strand escaped his notice, she might still be salvaged.

The black veins pulsed once more, inching higher up her neck. Her breaths became ragged, sharp gasps escaping her lips.

"Vlad…" Ruby clutched at him, her fingers digging into his attire as her body convulsed. "No… no… make it stop…" she choked out, her voice cracking.

The warmth of certain memories resurfaced, even more potent this time. The image of a laughing little girl. Her practicing alongside him. Her repeatedly calling his name.

Necrogod wasted no further time. He moved behind her again, positioning his hand directly over the wound. A faint, somewhat weak current of his own nether coalesced in his palm.

The instant his nether made contact with the afflicted area, the corruption erupted. The black veins thrashed wildly beneath her skin, surging outward with renewed ferocity. They fought back, twisting and resisting, determined to burrow even deeper into her flesh.

Ruby shrieked. "AAAAAH!"

Necrogod remained undeterred. He narrowed his focus to a single, intense point. His nether divided into myriad razor-thin filaments, which slipped into her body like delicate threads weaving through a hopelessly tangled tapestry. Each filament sought out a vein, intercepted it, coiled around it, and began to pull.

A slender line of dark energy was forcibly extracted from her skin. Ruby's body spasmed violently.

"Aah!" Necrogod's eyes remained chillingly impassive. He persisted. He extracted another strand, and then another. Each removal was precise and unwavering. He meticulously followed every tendril, severing its path, drawing it out before it could advance any further.

He had never manipulated nether with such intensity before. He was compelled to push his control and capabilities to their absolute zenith. He continued to exert more and more pressure. The surrounding forest resonated with Ruby's pained cries.

Necrogod's breathing became more labored. Maintaining such a refined level of control was extraordinarily draining in his current condition. "Almost there," he murmured. He pushed deeper, venturing beyond the superficial channels into the very heart of the infection.

And then, he located it. A concentrated seed of nether lay buried just beneath the surface of the wound.

Necrogod's gaze narrowed instantly. "There it is."

The moment he made contact, the entire corrupted mass reacted. It surged with unrestrained violence, attempting to spread instantaneously, driven by desperation and fury, as if cornered.

Ruby's scream fractured. "Vlaaaad!"

Necrogod's grip intensified. "Silence and endure this." His nether coiled around the core like a set of tightening chains. The mass resisted stubbornly, battling his control. It clawed at her from within, striving to anchor itself more deeply. Blood began to ooze from the wound.

Ruby convulsed in his arms, but Necrogod refused to release his hold. His fingers dug in, and he exerted greater force, pushing harder. Yet, it proved far more challenging than initially anticipated. His skill was proving insufficient. Ruby's condition, which had shown signs of improvement, abruptly began to deteriorate rapidly.

"Fuck. Damn it all!" Necrogod found himself utterly at a loss. While he felt no particular attachment to the girl, and her death wouldn't necessarily trouble him, he simultaneously found himself unwilling to let her perish. He couldn't quite articulate the reason.

Certainly, a portion of this stemmed from the memory world itself. He recognized this as some form of trial he was obligated to surmount. However, there was an additional, intangible element at play. He genuinely did not desire her demise.

He tried again, and again, and yet again. Returning to fundamental principles, he dedicated himself to refining his nether control. But it simply wasn't enough.

Necrogod's control faltered. It was a momentary lapse, but tragically, it was all that was required. The nether seed pulsed with explosive force before erupting outward. The black veins surged across Ruby's body in an instant, no longer creeping, their containment utterly broken. They raced upwards along her neck, across her face, and plunged inward. Her body stiffened rigidly.

"Vlad" Her voice vanished abruptly.