SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 812: Where is he now?

“Minnahithaya… do you sense him?” an elderly god asked.

The enormous creature beside him shifted, and lightning crawled along a body that stretched far into the darkness. Minnahithaya resembled an eel, though no ocean could have contained him. His long, sinuous body coiled between the drifting fragments of the shattered world, silver-blue scales flashing whenever the currents beneath them grew too bright. Each slow movement sent thunder rolling through the void, carried by the power of the Dao he commanded.

Two pale eyes opened near the front of his narrow head. They were larger than the fragments passing before them, and the elderly god waited while Minnahithaya extended his senses. Threads of lightning spread from the eel’s whiskers, branching through the surrounding space in search of a familiar trace.

“He was here.”

The voice reached the old god through a low rumble that made the debris around them tremble. Minnahithaya lowered his head toward a patch of empty space, and several strands of lightning converged upon it. For a moment, a faint crimson spark appeared between them before being burned away.

The elderly god’s fingers tightened around the staff in his hand. “How long ago?”

“Recently. He has already crossed into another world.”

“Can you follow?”

Minnahithaya turned one immense eye toward him. “You would not have summoned me if you believed I could not.”

The old god inclined his head, choosing to let the irritation pass. Below them, the remains of the world continued drifting apart, with traces of divine power clinging to the molten stone. He had examined those traces twice already, and neither attempt had made him any more comfortable.

“The reports described an A-rank corrupted,” he said. “Yet a god is dead, and another has lost his training world. We should assume the reports are no longer useful.”

Lightning brightened beneath Minnahithaya’s scales. “The blood is the same. Whatever he has become, I will recognize him.”

His body uncoiled, revealing how much of it had remained folded beyond the old god’s sight. A broad, translucent fin rippled along his spine, and the lightning spreading through the debris suddenly changed direction. Instead of branching outward, it gathered into a narrow path that curved toward an apparently empty stretch of darkness.

Minnahithaya followed it with his gaze. Then he stopped. The elderly god noticed immediately. “What is it?”

Another trace lay across the path, so faint that he had missed it entirely. Minnahithaya touched it with a single thread of lightning. The thread went dark from its tip backward, forcing him to sever it before the change could reach his whiskers.

For several moments, neither spoke. “Something else came here,” Minnahithaya finally said.

The elderly god looked toward the darkness beyond the debris. “Is it still nearby?”

The great eel drew his coils closer, keeping the extinguished thread well away from his body. “Let us find the corrupted,” he said. “And leave before we discover the answer.”

The elderly god stepped onto Minnahithaya’s back, placing his feet between two enormous scales. Lightning rose around him without touching his robes, and the eel turned toward the faint trail lingering in the void. His whiskers swept forward, parting space along a jagged line that widened as he approached.

They emerged above an abandoned world.

Minnahithaya’s head passed through first, followed by a seemingly endless stretch of silver-blue scales. Clouds scattered beneath his body, and thunder rolled across the barren landscape. The elderly god looked down at the scars left by a brief fight, his gaze settling on a broken staff lying among the rocks.

He recognized the crest near its handle.

For several seconds, he said nothing. Then he raised a hand, drawing the fragment up from the ground. The wood was still stained with blood, and the protective inscriptions he had personally placed upon it had been crushed beyond repair.

“Elder Shuyan,” he murmured.

Minnahithaya lowered his head. A current passed over the battlefield, lifting dust and loose stones as it searched the ground. The elderly god waited for some trace of her soul to answer, but the only presence remaining belonged to the creature they were hunting.

“How many?” he asked.

“Twelve.”

His grip tightened around the broken staff. He had ordered them to locate the corrupted and report its movements. Shuyan was experienced enough to know when to retreat, which meant either the creature had concealed its strength or she had never been given the chance.

“Any survivors?”

Minnahithaya’s silence answered him.

The old god carefully put the fragment away. Anger urged him to pursue immediately, but he forced himself to examine the battlefield again. There were remarkably few signs of resistance. Whatever had happened here had ended before the disciples could bring their combined strength to bear.

“His strength is increasing too quickly,” he said.

“Yes. But he was also losing control.”

The elderly god glanced toward the eel’s eye. Minnahithaya extended a whisker toward several deep holes in the ground, each surrounded by branching cracks. Unlike the damage near the broken staff, these marks followed no opponent’s movement. Something had struck the stone repeatedly after the fighting was already over.

“Hunger,” Minnahithaya continued. “He remained here, searching through his bloodline connections. Then he withdrew them.”

“Because he sensed us?”

“Perhaps.”

A thin web of lightning gathered above the ground. It traced a broad circle, faded, and returned in a more intricate pattern. The elderly god recognized the remnants of a teleportation formation, though several of its symbols were unfamiliar.

Minnahithaya examined it for a moment before drawing back.

“This departure was prepared for him.”

The elderly god frowned. “He has assistance?”

“Competent assistance.”

That was worse than another increase in strength. A starving corrupted might destroy itself in pursuit of its next meal, but someone capable of directing it toward suitable prey could keep it alive long enough to become a far greater problem.

“Can you recover the destination?”

Minnahithaya’s whiskers sank into the fading formation. Lightning followed its lines, patiently retracing the route through the damaged space. Several symbols broke apart under the probing currents, but one remained long enough for the great eel to catch its final connection.

His body grew still.

“What is it?” the elderly god asked.

“The Veyr front.”

The old god knew the name. Three inhabited worlds stood behind that defensive line, and the sect had spent decades supplying the armies holding it. Reports arrived regularly, filled with requests for weapons, replacement formations, and more people to make up for those who would never return.

“How much fighting?” he asked, though he already suspected the answer.

Minnahithaya turned his head toward him. “The entire army was completely slaughtered. On both sides.”

“It looks like we are already too late. Make haste. We need to catch him before things can get messier than they already have.”

The eel started to move when suddenly another figure arrived.

“Hmmm? Who are you?” The elder asked, sensing a powerful aura.

“Your friend, my God. My name is Aiden. I am also the close friend of the one you are so eagerly chasing.”

The elderly god’s expression hardened. He raised his staff, and the air around the newcomer tightened, forming faint concentric rings that extended far beyond his body. Aiden glanced at them before returning his attention to the old man, apparently unconcerned by the restraint settling around him.

“If you have come to plead for him,” the elder said, “choose your next words carefully.”

“Plead?” Aiden looked almost amused. “No, my God. I came because I would prefer that you actually catch him.”

Lightning gathered along Minnahithaya’s whiskers. The great eel lowered his head until one pale eye filled the space behind the elder, studying Aiden from so close that the currents beneath his scales lifted the stranger’s hair.