Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 128: Emergence of The Elite

The crimson sun, an ominous orb hung in the peculiar sky, projected a constant scarlet glow across the battlefield. Its light tainted the scene beneath it with a disturbing, blood-red tint, producing an environment in which reality appeared to shift between the realms of the living and dead.

Every stride Merciless made resonated through the silent, blood-soaked ground, each echo bearing witness to the horrific slaughter that had occurred during the previous five days.

Around him, the air was filled with the remains of a once-thriving throng, now reduced to drifting spirits and scattered fragments of flesh, organs, and blood. These shreds of life swirled upward in a bizarre dance, attracted inexorably to the red sun.

The sun’s crimson glow pulsed as if savoring the feast of constantly incoming souls of the dead and matter of the once living, consuming every last particle into its insatiable core.

Merciless walked in front of his four creations, each one an assertion of his mastery of life and death. Zarya, Niliz, Bassion, and Guiltine marched alongside him, their bodies coated in the slain’s blood and entrails, which were likewise being absorbed into the core of the crimson sun.

They walked with the assurance of beings who had long outgrown the confines of their natural forms, their exoskeletons gleaming with the red taint of the world around them.

The number of their kills had increased dramatically. Merciless had stopped bothering to keep track of individual fatalities long ago. Instead, he just had his blood send the information to him because they were connected; the total number of dead Aristaeus spawnlings reached an unfathomable 2,434,654,347. The figure was both meaningless and astonishing, but the true value was in the souls they had taken, not the body count.

Merciless sensed the essence of the souls being absorbed into his huge reservoir as they climbed toward the red sun. Regardless of their ordinary nature, the sheer volume of these spirits imparted a weight to his might that could not be overlooked.

Each soul was unique in its own right, a single life reduced to a whisper of essence within his ever-expanding archive. They lacked the refinement and purity that would bring them to high-quality status, but their combined potency greatly outweighed that of the typical soul.

Merciless watched the artistry with a combination of satisfaction and contemplation. The souls, while commonplace, had unique characteristics that made them distinct in their own right. They marked the end of a week of ruthless carnage, demonstrating his brutal efficiency and the lethal force of his Dampas.

He looked at his four creations like a proud father would their sun who lost their virginity at a young age, or has won a fight at school, observing how they, too, appeared to take energy from the crimson glow, each of them now having a more refined version of Albedo cells in engraved in them for better energy efficiency so they can manipulate energy better.

Their already fearsome shapes altered subtly as they absorbed the remaining power in the atmosphere. Zarya’s voluptuous shape appeared even more intimidating, her armor glistening like polished obsidian, while Niliz’s slim yet lethal body shone with a dark, iridescent brilliance.

Bassion’s muscles rippled with raw force, causing the ground to tremble with each of his hefty strides, while Guiltine’s ever-changing form continued to morph and change, his numerous limbs poised to unleash havoc at any moment.

The world around them was silent now, the once-frantic buzzing of the Aristaeus spawnlings reduced to nothing more than a faint memory. All that remained was the red sun, the blood-soaked earth, and the endless stream of souls and flesh being pulled toward that ominous crimson light.

Merciless paused, lifting his hand to signal his creations to stop. They quickly obeyed, their eyes—if they could be called that—glinting with wild intelligence as they waited for his next command. For a little minute, he remained there, taking in the sight of the souls ascending to the sun, each a thread of individual essence weaving into the enormous tapestry of his power.

"Hehehehee...

Merciless chuckled softly to himself, a smirk playing on his lips, as he summoned a cigar in his hand, the tip itself was lit the moment it came into being from nothing itself as he took a deep whiff of it.

"Not a bad crop, however, the quality could be better. But, ultimately, power is power. I’ll merely gather enough souls to wish for some sort of abilities; at this time, my immortality has reached such a ridiculous level that I’m convinced not even Godium can kill me anymore."

"However, is this what Father meant, that sooner or later, a vampire on their journey to the top will eventually become powerful enough to make death appear more and more like a dream? So much so, that the usage of souls becomes little more than a means to an end, similar to how progenitors see souls as currency rather than another chance at life. If so, this is a fucking incredible feeling; I feel like I am on top of the world right now."

Merciless spoke, his mood rising by the moment. He’s been in the primix dimension for a month, and now a week into another, and his days were primarily spent digging and killing.

Clearly pleased he extended his hand towards the red sun, feeling the surge of energy from matter, and the lush feeling of immense satisfaction from the souls coursing through his veins. The sensation was intoxicating, a reminder of the boundless potential that lay within his grasp.

And with each soul absorbed, his already considerable strength grew, the boundaries of his power expanding ever further.

As the last of the souls was drawn into the crimson orb, Merciless lowered his hand and turned to his creations.

"Aight so here is the deal, I ain’t leaving here till we kill every last one of these guys, especially the queen, so until then we will keep moving forwa...

However the moment Merciless said that, he began to hear something, that something being the cutting of the wind, and when he turned forward there was a golden slash heading his way as it came from the deeper darkness of this massive nest.

But before it reached him, the very idea of that cut that had penetrated his Crimson Dawn. Came from something considerably less in existence, therefore the attack transformed into nothing but breathable air as if it had vanished into nothing.

Naturally, this was Merciless doing because correspondence made the use of powers rapid. As a result, Ophelia Ultimate Veil existence point system could now be deployed in such a way that any attack lesser in existence that reaches Merciless is instantaneously transformed to air, even if it is conceptual in nature, as it was the command infused in his null blood by Jordan Grand Order. As a result, the unexpected and silent onslaught occurred, although it ultimately proved ineffective.

The moment this happened, one of his creations could tolerate this disrespect towards its lord and father, the creator, and without hesitation, it stepped in.

Guiltine stepped forward, his body rippling as he prepared for battle. He extended a hand, summoning a glowing plasma ball, crackling with raw energy. With a powerful throw, he launched the plasma ball into the darkness, its light illuminating the cavern as it hurtled toward the unseen foe.

For a moment, the cavern was silent again, the plasma ball lighting the way as it sped forward. But then, from the shadows, a figure emerged—tall, imposing, and clad in armor that gleamed like polished gold. It was another Aristaeus, but this one was different. Its armor was far more refined, its body larger, and more muscular, and its very presence radiated a strength that was palpable even from a distance.

The golden Aristaeus raised one of its gigantic arms and slashed through the air in one rapid stroke. A wave of energy, similar in hue to the golden slash aiming at Merciless, connected with Guiltine’s plasma ball and instantly neutralized it. The resulting explosion of energy illuminated the cavern, throwing harsh shadows and emphasizing the complex pattern of the golden Aristaeus’ armor.

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Guiltine didn’t hesitate. His body changed, his limbs elongating into sharp blades as he charged at the opponent. The golden Aristaeus confronted him head-on, causing shockwaves throughout the cave. Guiltine’s blades cut through the air with deadly accuracy, aiming for the opponent’s armor’s joints and weak areas.

However, to his amazement, each stroke was met with unexpected resistance. The golden Aristaeus moved with grace and speed that belied its size, answering Guiltine’s attacks with accurate parries and strikes of his own.

As the battle raged on, it became clear that this was no ordinary foe. The golden Aristaeus seemed to possess a unique ability, one that directly countered Guiltine’s shapeshifting prowess.

Each time Guiltine attempted to change form to gain an advantage, the golden Aristaeus adapted, its movements and attacks evolving to nullify whatever advantage Guiltine sought.

Merciless observed the battle with keen interest. It was evident that this golden Aristaeus had been designed with a specific purpose—to counter his creations.

The thought brought a grin to his face.

This could only mean one thing, Merciless chuckled to himself, loving the scene of war and the taste of his bloody tobacco. This was a sense, an intuitive one that only those of royal descent could comprehend as the pawns brawled it out on their behalf, each from the opposing side.

His shirt was unbuttoned at this instant his tattoos and abs could be seen as both hands were in his pockets. While his tail move from side to side enjoying every moment of the time he had spent here, the only thing better than this would be murdering a goddess and raping its corpse as the pantheon watched on in horror.

"Heheheh... so you finally decide to send out your elites ha... my delectable queen!?"

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