Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 125: S442-T5-Aristaeus

The vibrations beneath Merciless abruptly shifted, signaling a small but noticeable difference in the resistance Black Tail was meeting. It indicated that they were nearing the finish of their arduous climb through the harsh material. Moments later, Black Tail’s drill-like jaws breached the final barrier, allowing them to enter a new expanse.

As Black Tail tore through the remainder of the hardened material, a massive tunnel opened up before them, revealing a subterranean expanse that stretched in all ways to as far as their eyes could see.

Merciless felt the air become cooler, tinted with the perfume of something sweet but completely unknown like honey mingled with the essence of ancient forests and buried dreams. It was a perfume that teased the senses, both intoxicating and foreign, evoking a fundamental curiosity in him.

The cavern was unlike anything Merciless had ever seen. The chamber was massive, dwarfing the lower cave network he had explored, which now appeared like a child’s playroom in comparison to this vast expanse.

The roof stretched thousands of meters above, arched like a cathedral vault, and its contours faded into the distance. Stalactites hung like crystal daggers, each coated in the same material that had delayed Black Tail’s progress—a hardened substance that glowed with an odd, unearthly light.

This was more than simply a cave; it was a massive network, a subterranean maze that appeared to run for kilometers. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all coated with solidified saliva, the crystalline-like substance shimmering softly and illuminating the cavern like a bright and starry night.

The brightness was gentle but pervasive, casting a tranquil yet disturbing luminescence that danced across every surface as if the stars had been captured and sewn into the very fabric of the stone.

The hardened saliva covered every inch of this place, its texture smooth yet unyielding, forming a protective shell around the entire cavern. The glow it emitted was reminiscent of constellations, each speck of light shimmering like a distant star, creating an atmosphere that was both beautiful and unnerving. It was as if the entire cave had been encrusted in the night sky, the darkness pierced by countless points of light.

Merciless watches all of this through the eyes of Black Tail, but nevertheless his surroundings are naturally vivid.

As a result, Merciless proceeded to phase through the matter of Black Tail, his form emerging from the creature’s smooth but sturdy flesh, until his full body was out of its stomach and he stood on top of his parasitical partner.

Merciless four eyes scan the area, his own perception taking the surroundings in for himself. the sweet aroma entering his nostril the moment he breathed inwards.

"Finally, after digging for 13 days straight I finally manage to resurface."

Merciless murmured as he jumped from Black Tail and proceeded to glance about; the area he found himself in was huge. So large, in fact, that he was convinced he could fit hundreds of Exiles inside and still have plenty of room for them to wander.

Black Tail is roughly fifty meters in size, ten meters larger than Exile, and given how high the cave ceilings are compared to the previous one, they were like ants looking up at the sky above, difficult to reach with a simple stretch of the hand.

"So this is the nest of those creatures that made this unique saliva ha?!"

Merciless spoke as he spat on his hand, the saliva he created having the same universal color as the crystal-like structure he had discovered earlier. And the instant the saliva came into contact with air, it began to harden extremely quickly, albeit the rate of hardening was not the same; it was hard enough to be tougher than a glass marble, but the process was sluggish, and he could feel it getting harder and harder as time passed.

But, for something as durable as numerous solar systems, yeah!! There is just no clear way to predict how long it would take, but this new power of his worked best over time.

"The saliva itself isn’t the most practical to use in battle... however...

The rock shattered the cavern’s calm, slashing through the air with a high-pitched whistle and breaking the sound barrier. Merciless observed carefully, his four eyes narrowing with expectation. The stone then hit with something unseen, bringing its flight to an abrupt end. The piercing, excruciating wail that followed reverberated through the vast cavern, reverberating off the crystalline walls with a dissonant symphony that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

"ZREEEEEEEGGG!!....

His ears began to bother him since he reawakened the kitsune species’s innate increased senses, essentially Ophelia’s race; being a five-tail kitsune himself, he could hear everything from Hellmora to beyond its solar system, all the way into neighboring galaxies if he wanted to.

But this power was too much for him, so he had it at its lowest level, causing him to hear things within a 5000km vicinity. This also increased the intensity of his other senses as well, smelling, tasting, feeling, and seeing.

And because of this, he was able to see through the innate invisibility these creatures have.

But, aside from that, the sound was unearthly, a howl that could penetrate the soul if he had one, filled with primeval rage and agony as old as the cave itself. Merciless’ senses heightened, his predatory instincts kicking in as he knelt low, scouring the cavern with fresh caution. The sweet, enticing perfume that had previously soothed him now had a harsh undertone of threat.

"Eos above, my respect for Ophelia has increased tenfold, how does that woman not go crazy with these senses... and according to her, she has an older sister that can hear voices from other fazes too... ohh I really need to train this if I want to master it."

"I am pretty sure if I use this at full power I will basically be unable to do anything for myself, basically being a prisoner to my own senses."

"Sensory overload can be a bitch, Ophelia in her memories knows this too well, it’s both her best trait and also her curse."

As the echoes of the shriek faded, something flickered in the air before him—an eerie, almost imperceptible ripple, like heat rising from the surface of a desert. Merciless’s eyes locked onto the distortion, and he realized with a thrill of anticipation that whatever had been hidden was now revealed, its stealth failing under the force of his attack.

The stone he had thrown had struck something that had been invisible, bending the light around it like a cloak. The rock had split the creature in half as it was about to attack, revealing a horrifying, insectoid figure.

The entity was one of many. As the illusion dissipated, more of the monsters emerged from their concealment. They had been blending in with their surroundings, their bodies coated in a material that refracted light, making them nearly invisible to the naked eye.

They looked like bees, but far more grotesque, with jagged, root-like bodies, membranous wings that shimmered with a sickly radiance, and glaring crimson eyes filled with hatred. Their limbs were twisted, with vicious claws that appeared capable of tearing flesh and bone alike. The air was alive with their collective presence, a low, droning hum that echoed with malignant purpose.

Merciless’s four eyes widened with a mix of excitement and curiosity as he watched them descend upon him. It had been too long since he’d faced a challenge, doing nothing for days on end but researching is very boring in and of itself.

"Finally... something to stretch my limbs against."

He cracked his neck, feeling the tension release, and as his hair began to thicken, it morphed into whip-like tendrils, ready to lash out at the approaching swarm.

Black Tail, sensing the impending battle, shrank down and fused back with Merciless. Its tip morphed into a blade-like appendage, sharp and deadly, gleaming purple as natural plasma heat the blade tip.

The bee-like monsters moved with synchronized aggression, swarming him from all sides, claws, and stingers ready to tear him apart.

But Merciless was faster. His hair flew out, slicing through the air with lethal precision, dispatching the first wave of enemies with ease. Their chitinous bodies ruptured, releasing blood that sizzled as it touched the ground.

And when it touched the substance, the hardened saliva melted immediately without effort.

"Ohhh so the blood negates the hardening effects of the natural saliva you guys produce ha, interesting."

"However, I want to try something out."

Merciless commented as he raised his right hand upwards to the ceiling, black blood crawling from his pores and a small mini sun emerging from his fingertips made from said blood. The sun did not burn, nor did its light reflect outwards to everything else in the traditional sense; instead, it stained reality itself with an omnidirectional crimson brilliance.

The sun was scarlet, and it rose to the size of a gigantic beach ball, rising thousands of meters, around 4500 meters above. As this construct was made for a specific goal, a wide range of orders woven from Grand Order corresponded with one another. The command to slow down, blindness, ignoring invisibility, inability to escape once trapped within the light’s range, binding, and pain if one moves were all included within this object.

And, most of all, the light being shone upon reality allowed Merciless to employ Crimson Dawn inside its range, with the light itself interacting with the Tagmar inherent trait, increasing its brightness and therefore its range.

Crimson light spreads and soaks into reality, imposing his directives as unbreakable law; all of these strange bee-like humanoid bees with irrelevant scores that are not equal to his score fall under its control instantaneously.

They would reject it if their existence was as important as his or close enough, but that wasn’t the case here; these lower creatures were all under a mere score of 20, with the highest being 20 itself.

Every creature that was invisible became visible without question, every being able to see became blinded by the light, every movement of muscles was ling pulling a train full of people, and every attempt of movement was rewarded with pain beyond what can be comprehended.

Laws upon laws were created.

And all under the light shall abide without question.

Merciless had this small army of humanoid bees under his command, under his mercy, and his eye was on them all, as evidenced by the effect of his aspect. Correspondance was a broken power; he had no genuine or true idea of where his chaos source came from, with his own family serving as the only true clue, but he didn’t care; if this power allowed him to kill gods, he welcomed it with open arms, as his unique expression of chaos fused with the unwoven nothingness, and this was the result.

If he so wished, he could express all of his abilities in a single drop of blood; nothingness was creation and destruction, beginning and end; the essential duality of existence within its own concept, chaos sources being the only thing it was incapable of controlling, as anything related to it was a disease to the nothingness as it was the tainted filth of the outside.

Everything in the trees comes from nothingness, and everything will end with the nothingness for it is the finality of it all, the first and last, which is complete and utter non-existence in its most basic form from start to finish. Everything else had to originate from something, and that something was nothing.

But Merciless was different, an error in creation given form with the power to correspond all sources into itself.

And now he was here to demonstrate it, for in that instance, these creatures, beings of chaos in every regard as such outside the nothingness control, as insignificant as they were because chaos is where they stem from in some shape or form, pure chaos at that, as all spawn are expressions of the 12 originals in some shape or form.

But this rule did not apply to Merciless, he was a being of chaos as well, and they were lesser than him as such they could be abolished by a higher power, and that higher power was him.

And with a single thought, not a whisper, but a thought.

’Convert into my familiar.’

With that said, these eyes went from red to pure darkness in an instance similar to Silk and Merciless.

As such they calm, the light no longer affecting them for it recognizes them as part of its source from which it came.

The sound of these humanoid bees buzzing came to a halt, as Merciless simply said.

"Bend the knee all of you."

No further orders, no back talk, no nothing, what he asked they did as an arm of 249 strong, bend their knees before Merciless.

And when he saw this, a smile emerged on his face as he said.

"Ohh my, far better than those goblins for sure."

Although what are these things, I wonder, Merciless asked, and the moment he did that Cerwiden came for and responded.

[Would you like to pay 16 coins to find out, if it is a yes, then I can explain to you some extra information to get your money’s worth.]

Naturally Merciless replied as such.

"Tsk... fucking scamming me of every point arent you egh? Find take the points and start explaining."

[Thank you for your patronage, these are lesser creations of S442-T5-Aristaeus instances.]

"A what now?"

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