The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion-Chapter 127: High Demon Vs Noble Vampires - 2

A pair of abyss-like dark eyes looked up from the center of the crater at the noble vampire.

She seemed to be made of flames, with wings of fire blazing behind her.

But on her face was nothing but pure fear and terror, emotions she had never felt before in her entire life, as she stared back at the demon standing at the center of the massive crater created by the explosion, an explosion caused by her own attack.

And yet, unlike what she had expected, the demon remained completely unscathed.

He hadn't even moved an inch from where he was standing.

The only things her bloodline ability, the vampiric flames, had managed to burn were the ground beneath him, a few unfortunate plebeian vampires caught in the crossfire, and the clothes that had adorned the high demon.

"This… this is impossible… how… just how?" she stammered, confusion and disbelief mixing with the overwhelming terror.

She felt helpless, utterly helpless.

No matter what she did, it felt like she couldn't defeat or even escape this demon.

She may not have touched the Real or stood among those high races of the Top Tower Realm, beings who even stood above gods, but she was still a noble vampire, more than 8,000 years old, and had fully unlocked her Ancestral Form.

She might not have been a major force in the upper Tower Realms, but in the First and Second Tower Realms, she was a threatening existence, one that anyone would think twice before crossing.

Yet here she was, utterly defeated in the First Tower Realm by a being who hadn't even stepped into the Second Tower Realm.

A being who hadn't even lived past twenty years.

Damian, the high demon, smiled as he watched the terror on her face.

He felt a twisted satisfaction seeing how greatly she was terrified by his presence.

He wanted to savor the moment, to watch her tremble for a little longer, but unfortunately, he had no time to waste.

He needed to end this war now.

There were far more important things awaiting him than this petty conflict.

Besides, the display of power he had just unleashed was bound to cause problems once the war concluded.

Damian was extremely self-aware.

He understood just how much stronger he had become, even if he hadn't yet grasped the full extent of his power.

To be honest, he didn't even know his current limits.

And then there was the new phenomenon, his [Spiritual Library].

He had started collecting entire races into it, and the effects of that were already manifesting in his physical form.

Merely breathing was strengthening his body, reshaping his existence.

This kind of ridiculous power leap, combined with his declaration of intent to become the King of Biblical Hell, was sure to attract the attention of many forces.

He had no idea what kinds of beings were watching him from the shadows, nor what high demons from the depths of Hell might be intrigued by him.

But one thing was certain, trouble was coming, knocking right at his door.

And he had to be ready.

With a blur, Damian vanished from where he stood.

In the next instant, with a whoosh, he appeared right in front of the noble vampire.

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Without a moment's hesitation, his claws, coated in pure miasma, dug into her burning chest and tore out her heart.

His other hand gripped her throat with insane force as his miasma began to envelop her, draining her existence.

Her once-intense flames began to flicker weakly.

Blood flowed from every orifice, and her pale vampiric skin began to darken under the effects of his toxic energy.

"Aaaahhhhh..." The noble vampire screamed, all her strength vanishing rapidly.

Pain and fear surged through her as she watched, in shock and disbelief, her heart being pulled out of her chest without resistance.

Once again, she was stunned by this monster's overwhelming strength.

The wound on her chest wasn't regenerating as it should, corrupted by the effects of the toxic energy known as Miasma, which ravaged her flesh with terrifying speed.

Damian hadn't stopped either; he kept pushing more of the toxic energy into her.

In his hand, Damian held her heart, still beating even after being removed, still filled with blood.

He couldn't help but be impressed by the vitality of the noble vampires.

"Devour."

As soon as he willed it, a violet-blue energy manifested like liquid from his arms.

It cloaked the heart like a veil before vanishing back into his body.

[You have devoured the heart of a Noble Vampire]

[You have acquired the Racial Essence of the Noble Vampire]

[Your Talent [Library of the Unseen] is taking effect]

[The Racial Essence of the Noble Vampire is being dissected and synthesized]

As his talent activated, the heart he had devoured began to be analyzed.

Everything except the bloodline and racial essence was erased during the process.

[Spiritual Library is being updated...]

[The Race [Noble Vampire] has been added to the Spiritual Library]

[The Bloodline Ability [Vampiric Fire] has been added to the Spiritual Library]

"Thanks... and now you die," Damian declared.

Behind the high demon, a pair of huge wings, crimson in color with dark patterns, sprouted out.

Each wing was about nine feet long, bat-like with dark, pointy talons.

With a single flap, he appeared in the sky, looking down at the noble vampire with an expression that made it clear he was about to kill her.

Damian hovered about a hundred meters above the noble vampire, who was still under the toxic effects of the miasma corroding her body.

She felt helpless as she looked up at the high demon, who seemed ready to unleash a battle-ending attack.

The high demon calmly raised his hand and pointed down at the noble vampire.

He simply raised his hand.

He hadn't even begun concentrating his energy, yet every single person on the battlefield knew what was coming, especially the demon he had summoned.

"We have to get away from this place," Sir Holloway muttered with a serious expression.

He could feel it in his bones and nerves.

Damian was about to unleash something dangerous.

"We're already far enough, aren't we?" Elfie asked, confused.

She wasn't experienced enough to guess what was about to happen.

The fact that Damian had flown over a hundred meters into the sky just to launch this attack spoke volumes.

It was going to be catastrophic.

"Not enough… we have to go," Sir Holloway insisted as he and the others ran as far away as they could, along with the hundreds of demons Damian had summoned.

Even while fleeing and sensing the imminent danger, the demons took the plebeian vampire they had been torturing with them.

If they got caught in the crossfire, there'd be no one left to torture.

And it had been a long time since they'd last tortured a living being.

Even the ten noble vampires that Lyara Brenlith brought to aid her in the war felt utterly powerless.

A pure, overwhelming fear consumed them, so much so that their will to fight vanished completely.

The desire to assist their Countess dissolved into nothing, and they ran for their lives, even knowing full well that the monster would hunt them down after killing her.

High in the sky, Damian's presence began to shift once again.

Since merging all the energies he possessed into a single force known as the [Infinity Essence], Damian had been adding more and more races to his [Spiritual Library].

Now, it no longer mattered what race he currently embodied; he could access and wield any form of energy at will, even combining multiple types simultaneously.

Not only that, Damian could now use any technique, regardless of its nature or the type of energy it required.

He could even substitute the energy a technique normally demanded.

For example, if a technique required [Qi], Damian wasn't restricted to using just [Qi].

He could instead channel any of the [Elemental Essences], [Miasma], [Dark Essence], or even the ultimate energy he created: the [Infinity Essence].

At this moment, the [Miasma] Damian had been using faded back into his body, and a new type of energy began to seep from him, enveloping his entire existence.

It was a grey energy, the [Nephilim Essence].

As it emerged, the twin rings on his hands transformed into specks of light that shot out in front of him, manifesting into two swords: [Mercy, the Sword of Salvation] and [Judgment, the Sword of Punishment].

Damian grasped the hilts of both swords, letting the [Nephilim Essence] flow into them.

These swords were a pair, designed to be used together.

Without one, the other was useless.

Yet they each responded to opposing forces, even though they were dependent on one another.

[Mercy, the Sword of Salvation] was a holy blade, resonating only with [Holy Essence].

When wielded correctly, it could unleash vast amounts of power, even amplifying the divine force within.

[Judgment, the Sword of Punishment] was a dark sword, responsive solely to [Dark Essence], and capable of releasing an equally immense and opposite power.

The issue was that no being had ever been able to wield both swords simultaneously.

No one had ever possessed both [Holy Essence] and [Dark Essence] until Damian.

Not only did he command both, but he had also merged them to create a new, balanced force: the [Nephilim Essence].

As soon as the [Nephilim Essence] coursed into the two swords, they reacted violently, releasing a rapid vibration as their energies magnified.

Both swords glowed with an intense grey light, blinding in its brilliance, sending waves of radiant specks in every direction uncontrollably.

Damian continued to pour an insane amount of [Nephilim Essence] into the swords.

The energy built up within them, intensifying further and further, until the blades themselves transformed.

They became pure manifestations of [Nephilim Essence], turning completely grey, as if they were no longer made of matter, but energy in the form of swords.

After pouring in more and more energy until he deemed it enough,

for the first time in the universe, Damian was about to unleash an attack powered by the [Nephilim Essence].

As he activated another ability he had gained when he devoured the fallen angel, something dark stirred.

[Demon's Grasp: Demonic Ability Activated]

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[Demonic Ability: Demon's Grasp]

[Effect: Grants the user the ability to manipulate matter using their mind. The extent of manipulation depends on one's mental strength and willpower. Requires [Miasma] to activate.]

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The very same ability the fallen angel Marquis Andras had used in their battle, now it belonged to Damian.

The two swords left his hands and hovered beside his head, pulsing with energy that rippled through the fabric of space.

"I took on your attack… now let's see if you can withstand mine. Be glad, for you shall be the first victim of my new technique."

Damian calmly moved his finger, and as if responding to his will, the twin swords, now brimming with stored [Nephilim Essence], began descending from the sky, tearing through the wind at terrifying speed.

As they plummeted toward the ground, targeting the noble vampire lying half-dead from the effects of the [Miasma], the energy within the blades began to swell.

Outlines formed around them, swords made entirely of light and power, growing larger and larger until they resembled aircraft-sized blades crashing from the heavens.

The battlefield fell into silence, save for the rising whistle of the blades slicing through the air.

Then, the impact came.

The massive energy-forged swords struck, embedding themselves into the vampire's broken form.

A sharp whistling crescendoed into a deafening crackle as shockwaves rippled outward in waves, one after another, until a dome of gray energy burst forth from the point of impact.

It expanded rapidly, incinerating everything in its path.