My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 152: Overgod Presence

The wave of blood mana that swept through the kingdom did not come from nowhere.

At the very center of the city, above the wide plaza where glowing fountains and floating crystal lamps filled the night with soft light, a figure hovered silently in the air.

Cain.

His body floated calmly above the rooftops while the night wind moved gently around him.

His arms were stretched slightly away from his body.

Behind his back, enormous vampire wings had unfolded.

They were not ordinary wings. Each feather looked like dark crimson metal that reflected the light of the city lamps below. When the wings moved even slightly, the air around them trembled as if reality itself felt uncomfortable being so close to such ancient blood power.

Cain looked down at the city beneath him.

The peaceful streets were slowly filling with tension.

People had begun stepping out of their homes.

Guards were gathering in the plazas.

And dozens of sorcerers wearing blue and silver robes had already surrounded the area below him.

They stood on rooftops.

On towers.

On floating platforms of magic.

Their eyes were fixed on the man hovering in the sky.

One of the older sorcerers stepped forward.

His beard was long and white, and several glowing rings floated around his wrists, each one humming with magical energy.

His voice rose toward Cain.

"Who are you?"

Cain did not answer.

The sorcerer frowned.

"You appeared inside the royal barrier without permission."

Another mage beside him lifted a staff that glowed with blue crystals.

"Explain yourself."

Cain slowly lowered his gaze toward them.

His red eyes glowed faintly.

More sorcerers continued arriving from different parts of the city.

Some floated into the air.

Some stood on rooftops while preparing magic circles beneath their feet.

One younger mage pointed upward.

"Look at those wings."

Another whispered nervously.

"That’s a vampire."

The older sorcerer raised his voice again.

"Vampire!"

His tone carried authority.

"You stand within the territory of the Kingdom of Aurelion."

His staff pointed toward Cain.

"What are you planning to do here?"

The question echoed through the plaza.

Several other mages joined him.

"Yes, speak!"

"You entered the city barrier without warning."

"State your purpose immediately!"

Cain listened to their voices with an expression that slowly turned annoyed.

He rubbed his temple lightly as if the noise below him was giving him a headache.

Then he finally spoke.

His voice was calm.

"If you are going to squash an ant..."

He looked down at the crowd.

"...do you declare it first?"

The plaza fell silent.

The sorcerers stared at him.

For a moment they struggled to understand what he meant.

Then the meaning reached them.

Their faces twisted with anger.

"You dare!"

"He is mocking us!"

"Attack him!"

Magic circles appeared everywhere.

Dozens of glowing patterns filled the air as the sorcerers raised their staffs and began casting spells.

Flames gathered.

Lightning twisted through the sky.

Massive spheres of water formed above the rooftops.

One mage shouted.

"Fire Lance!"

A spear of blazing flame shot upward.

Another yelled.

"Storm Chains!"

Crackling lightning followed the fire attack.

Then a third mage slammed his staff against the ground.

"Ice Breaker!"

A massive spike of frozen crystal launched into the air like a giant arrow.

More spells followed.

Wind blades.

Stone spears.

Exploding fireballs.

The night sky above the plaza turned into a storm of magic.

All of it aimed directly at Cain.

The attacks reached him almost instantly.

BOOM.

The fire lance struck his chest.

Flames exploded around his body.

CRACK.

Lightning chains wrapped around his wings.

BOOM.

The ice spike shattered against his shoulder.

The explosion of spells lit the entire city.

Citizens watching from the streets gasped as the sky turned into a battlefield of flashing colors and roaring explosions.

More sorcerers joined the attack.

They shouted spell names.

Their staffs glowed brighter.

Wave after wave of magic slammed into Cain.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

The explosions continued.

Fire swallowed his figure.

Lightning wrapped around him like glowing serpents.

Stone spears shattered against his body again and again.

For several long seconds the attacks did not stop.

The sorcerers poured everything they had into that single target floating above them.

Finally the explosions began fading.

Smoke filled the sky.

The mages lowered their staffs slowly.

One of them breathed heavily.

"Did we get him?"

Another wiped sweat from his forehead.

"That should be enough to kill any vampire."

The smoke slowly drifted away.

And Cain was still there.

He had not moved.

His wings remained spread behind him.

His body showed no sign of injury.

The last fragments of flame slid off his coat and vanished into the air.

One of the younger sorcerers blinked.

"...What?"

Another whispered.

"That’s impossible."

The older sorcerer stared upward with wide eyes.

Cain looked down at them calmly.

He even stretched his neck slightly as if waking up from a nap.

"That was it?"

His voice carried mild disappointment.

"You people make a lot of noise for such weak attacks."

Panic spread through the sorcerers.

Several of them stepped backward.

"How... how is he not hurt?"

"That was a full spell volley!"

"Even a war beast would be destroyed by that!"

Another mage shouted desperately.

"Again!"

They began casting more spells.

Magic circles formed again.

More flames.

More lightning.

More ice and wind.

The attacks rushed upward once more.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

The explosions repeated.

Yet Cain did not even bother defending himself.

He allowed every spell to land directly on his body.

Fire washed over him.

Lightning struck his chest.

Blades of wind cut through his wings.

But none of it left a single mark.

The sorcerers felt cold fear crawling into their minds.

One mage lowered his staff slowly.

"This... this is not possible."

Another whispered.

"We cannot hurt him."

The older sorcerer clenched his teeth.

His voice trembled.

"Stop the attacks."

The spells faded.

The plaza fell quiet again.

Every sorcerer stared upward at the vampire floating above them.

Their confidence had vanished.

One of them spoke nervously.

"We need the elite circle."

Another nodded quickly.

"Yes."

"This opponent is beyond us."

A third mage added.

"Call the royal tower."

The older sorcerer finally nodded.

"Send the signal."

A glowing flare shot into the sky.

The magical light exploded above the city like a second moon.

The signal for the kingdom’s elite sorcerers.

High above them, Cain watched calmly.

He saw the flare.

He sighed softly.

"Calling for help already."

He rolled his shoulders.

"Well... I suppose that means it’s time."

The sorcerers below felt a chill when he moved.

Cain slowly raised one hand.

His fingers opened toward the city.

"Alright."

His voice echoed across the rooftops.

"Time for clean up."

The sorcerers felt their hearts tighten.

"What is he doing?"

Cain’s voice rose calmly.

"Blood Hands."

For a moment nothing happened.

Then the ground trembled.

At the far edge of the city walls something erupted from the earth.

A massive hand made entirely of dark crimson blood burst through the stone streets.

It was enormous.

Larger than a house.

Its fingers were thick like giant pillars.

The hand rose slowly from the ground as if something beneath the earth was pushing it upward.

Citizens screamed.

"What is that!"

Before anyone could react another hand erupted on the opposite side of the city.

Then another.

And another.

Massive crimson hands burst from the ground in markets, plazas, alleyways, and even near the palace walls.

Each one was different in shape yet all of them were made from the same swirling blood power.

The night city turned into a nightmare landscape.

People ran through the streets while guards shouted orders.

"What kind of magic is this!"

"How many are there?!"

More hands continued appearing.

One erupted through the roof of a warehouse.

Another shattered the stone road beside a temple.

Another rose beside the city gate.

The entire kingdom trembled under the strange invasion of blood constructs rising from the earth.

Above the city Cain watched quietly.

His wings moved slowly.

His red eyes glowed brighter.

The sorcerers below stared at the massive hands surrounding their city.

One mage whispered in horror.

"This... this is insane."

The older sorcerer looked up at Cain with fear.

"What are those things?"

Cain did not answer.

He simply watched.

Then suddenly every single blood hand trembled.

The enormous fingers twitched slowly.

The surface of the blood constructs rippled like living flesh.

The sorcerers felt a deep sense of dread spreading through their bodies.

Then it happened.

Across the entire city, eyes began opening.

Dozens of eyes.

Hundreds of eyes.

They appeared on the surfaces of the massive blood hands.

Each eye slowly opened and stared down at the kingdom beneath them.