Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 170: Full Power Merciless VI

The air around Merciless hummed with tension, charged by the Queen’s growing fury. Her blood-red aura which was her own chi boiling with rage rippled.

From there the true form of her Lanca, revealed itself, as gold energy burst form in all directions in an instant like an ever-expanding ocean of molten gold, her Lanca flooding through everything around them—space itself bending to her will.

The Queen’s power erupted like a supernova, expanding across countless light-years of distance in mere moments, and as her influence spread, the environment twisted in response, and the fantasy Merciless created, his rule of it was taken away by the queen within great distance as it was now under her rule.

The battlefield became something otherworldly, alive in a way no living thing should ever be.

Everything—the ground, the sky, the clouds above, even the microscopic bacteria in the air—was infused with her Lanca’s gift of inducing esoteric life unto things.

It was a bizarre transformation as if the world around him itself had been rewritten. The very air began to thrum with alien energy, the clouds twisted into sentient, writhing forms, and the rain crackled with the furious consciousness of a million lightning bolts.

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The storm above no longer felt like nature’s force—it had become a living entity, hellbent on destruction.

Above Merciless, the sky churned violently, swirling into a colossal, living tempest. The Queen’s Lanca had turned even the weather against him. The rain was alive, each drop fused with lightning, swirling into massive clusters that crackled with power.

Thunder roared, but it wasn’t just sound—it was a consciousness, born from the Queen’s wrath. The air itself, now filled with strange new chemicals and bizarre organisms, fused into an enormous mass.

With a thunderous roar, the storm, the air, and the ground itself combined into a colossal foot, descending with unimaginable force from high above the clouds.

The sheer scale of it dwarfed small planets that were still within countable range. The impact shook the very fabric of reality, the force so great that it could crack a distant star with the shockwave alone if it landed.

And so said, so done, as the massive foot came hurling down many times faster than the speed of light towards Merciless, sending shockwaves through space itself. But as the giant foot came down to crush him, Merciless stood untouched, his smile widening.

The Queen’s power was immense, but she hadn’t realized that Merciless was already several steps ahead. His upper and lower eyes gleamed, and with a sickening grin, he opened his mouth.

From his jaws manifested a glowing, bright gold light. Out of his throat poured a river of magma—the racial trait of the ninth-generation Aristaeus finally coming in hand. And from it, came a weapon, a lanca of Molten lava.

It was Magma, one of the living weapons of Zakcry, and one of the three weapons he lobotomize so he can use them without them bitching about him not being their master.

"I’d have preferred a better weapon."

Merciless said casually, as the magma began to swirl in his grip.

"But this one will do."

The Queen had unleashed the environment against him, but she had no idea that Merciless had a plan. He let the storm rage around him, knowing that her fury had blinded her.

The swirling mass of air, rain, lightning, and newly born creatures lunged at him again and again, but Merciless was ready.

Merciless had sensed it; what he sensed was his death in great detail, and with the gentic memories this bitch was an open book, top that with his cells revealing the future to him the moment he made the queen was pissed, and the many ways she killed him.

Her power, known as "The Gift of Life," grants her the ability to breathe life into anything she chooses. Whatever she imbues with life becomes utterly loyal to her, so much so that even existing life forms can be overtaken by this new essence, acting like parasites within their own bodies. This gives her complete control over everything and anything she animates.

Enhancing this ability is her unique eyes, allowing her to take her power a step further. With her eyes, she can genetically alter beings on a supernatural level, rendering traditional genetic boundaries meaningless. Essentially, she defines what genetics are, wielding her extraordinary ability with a sense of twisted mastery.

Her plan was straightforward, as her power was kind of like a more tainted version of vampirism—she could only activate it once her Lanca made contact. The effectiveness and speed of this power depended on the strength of her opponent.

Since Merciless was weaker than her, even in his mastered state, it didn’t take long for the inescapable infection to take root. The first target was his cells; her strategy was clear: seize control of them to immobilize him in one spot.

As the infection of life spread, the more contact he made with her infected essence, the more the virus would propagate, until he would inevitably be forced to succumb to her rule.

The enormous foot descending from above was not merely meant to crush him; it was designed to envelop him in the infection from every angle, further compounded by the fact that even the very air around him was tainted.

This would be more than enough to kill Merciless.

However.

"Like I said, you’re an open-book bitch... unlike you, my skill issues are few to none."

In the blink of an eye, microscopic aether portals manifested across his body, absorbing the infected cells before the Queen’s esoteric life could spread further.

The portals worked like some bizarre nanobots, plucking each infected cell from its form and transporting it to another dimension.

He wasn’t just teleporting his flesh at random, he could make out each cell in his body individually in his master state to the point if these motherfuckers had a life span, he could easily tell how much time each of them had.

He was constantly monitoring his own health, effortlessly discerning which cells had been infected and which remained healthy. As infected cells turned against him, he would extract the tainted flesh from his being, regenerating it with equal vigor. This process occurred at such an incredible speed that he was essentially erasing his own matter while simultaneously regenerating it from the uninfected cells.

The air around him was horrifically saturated with the Queen’s life-infused essence, plunging him into an eternal cycle of banishment and restoration. He executed this with zero effort, rendering the life around him unable to keep pace with his rapid cellular regeneration. Each of his cells contained further cells, compounding the challenge for the infection to catch up.

Defying the Queen’s power with effortless precision.

"Nice try, Queen."

He sneered, as his portals continued to whisk away her infectious attack.

And with those words said, magma burst into a giant sea of lava so great it could flood an entire solar system in a matter of minutes.

But the lava burst towards the great foot, swallowing everything in its path, the speed of this expanse was enough to swallow the foot completely and instantly, and the heat was so great that Merciless with Magma in his hands quickly and efficiently disintegrated the entire sky above him leaving no traces of matter behind to work with in any form of the word.

Even bacteria, could not survive his onslaught, the reason for this was simple, this was subjective reality, this queen bitch might have taken it away from him, but every source of matter, in this place was as durable as he could become, can get pass this imperfect bootleg infinity prison.

The queen was only bonded here, due to the laws he imposed on her, and the others to stay with her, bond to this subjective reality. which will only last a couple of hours.

As such, fighting here where the laws of physics are equally correct kinda, and equally subjective to his own durability within his level limits; was the right call to make in this instance.

Subjectivity vs Subjectivity.

In any case, the stronger wins, but in this specific case, where the stronger can dominate the weaker, the weaker has the advantage because what the stronger is dominating to their advantage has a clear limit to how much damage they can take.

Nothing in this weird infinite universe inside his head that is as real as real can get has proper durability standards. For example, if the queen was not subjective to that temporary law, one attack above his level limit, that being an attack of a level 5 quality in the surroundings area will destroy everything within the range, down to the very concept of space subjective space that is as durable as his highest take of damage that he can take in one instance.

Making a rift back to the outside world, escaping this fantasy world, and its weird-ass physics, which in of itself was a weakness.

As infinite as it may be, it was sure as hell was not inescapable, now if the enemy was weaker, well their ass is grass.

There is absolutely no escape for the weak.

And this queen bitch Merciless was fighting was not weak in any regard, he just made a perfect plan and is using this plan to go toe-to-toe with her.

As such the things she was dominating within this infinity prison, or as it is now called these Subjective realities within Subjective reality, a Fantasy Shard as Merciless dubbed it.

Would only be as strong as he was at its peak, meaning the space itself, was only as durable as he was in his Nosferatu form.

Which was the strongest he had ever been.

Of course, the queen won’t catch on to this unless the time on that law Merciless had subjected her to without her noticing wears off.

As such, for now, she was clueless, as she just continued her attack, using the environment as a lethal weapon to attack Merciless, as the constant air kept bombarding Merciless, as it tried to infect him.

He keeps teleporting his cells to different dimensions, and reconstructing them, making himself self-immune to the effects, that the energy specializes in.

Truly Merciless had outsmarted the queen before the queen could have outsmarted him.

Making this battle run in his favor for a limited time.

"Like I said before and after, and I will say it again, cause it obvious to me that you clearly don’t understand a word I said, your little life infection won’t work on me."

The queen just gave Merciless a hateful look and continued her onslaught.

The air around him crackled with a vibrant, chaotic energy, and the sky churned like a boiling cauldron. The clouds twisted into monstrous shapes, creatures born of her imagination and twisted into grotesque forms, darted through the storm. With each flick of her wrist, she infused these beings with newfound abilities, warping them into lethal manifestations; for life was easily manipulatable under the influence of both her eyes and Lanca working together to make this possible.

She needed no such thing as genetic codes to alter or change, even if they did, she could still change what was there and make it better, alter or manipulate it if she had the power to do so.

Things without them typically were more easy to twist and craft to her will though, if she had to be honest.

She just had to infuse her own meaning of life within what she desired to control.

"Let’s see how you handle my creations."

She taunted, her voice echoing like thunder through the storm above, as the hole in the sky regenerated.

"You’re nothing but a shadow in my realm, Merciless."

The queen said, using his name for the first time.

With a flick of her Lanca, she unleashed a horde of these newly animated creatures, each one a twisted amalgamation of the environment itself. They surged toward him, an unrelenting tide of fury and life that sought to overwhelm him. Their forms flickered with the essence of the Queen’s power, every esoteric sinew of its being was alive with the chaotic energies that bound them to her will.

If the air was not blood, now it was for these beings.

If the earth was not bone, now it was for these beings.

If oxygen was not hair, now it was for these beings.

That was just how her lanca worked.

Merciless, grinning despite the odds, drew upon his own power. His Chimera Martial Arts—the grotesque techniques he had learned recently.

Each movement was fluid, a strange dance of combat that allowed him to navigate the onslaught with grace and skill. His tail flicked behind him like a coiled serpent, striking with precision as he dispatched the first wave of monsters with sweeping strikes and powerful kicks.

That could not be explained in normal words as he began to use the vapor step technique he found hard to use a month ago, now It was like second nature to him, due to him being in his mastered state.

Countless mist clones birth in seconds, the technique mastered in such a way, that it might as well be called indefinite mist cloning instead, each clone made more clones that continue to make more clones.

Till an army of unfathomable scale was born, they jump, they ran, they attacked, and they killed with brutal efficiency destroying everything in their paths as the chimera martial arts they wield was so uncanny it was like fighting a swarm of flies, with each flies move like an independent swarm of their own.

Every mist clone was a masterpiece in its own right, each and every one of them was so perfectly compact and formed to the point each one of them was a mobile black hole.

Pulsating with dark energy. As they advanced, they bent space and time with each step, the very fabric of reality distorting in their wake.

Their punches, kicks, or any physical attack the slightest movement on an enemy were not mere strikes; they were distortions of existence, rippling through the air with a soundless ferocity tearing everything apart in their wake.

As matter around them closed in, expanded, and elongated from all direct into their event horizon.

They move with gravity, and not by standing on a surface, to stand upon a surface was not possible when they came into existence, there was no escape either as each of them had its own gravitational field.

With synchronized precision, the clones moved as one; for they technically were one, their efforts converging into a singularity that devoured everything in its path.

It was a dance of shadows and light, where every movement was both an attack and a defense. They reversed-jumped with astonishing agility, evading the monstrous foes that lunged at them, their forms flickering like ghostly apparitions in the chaos.

As Merciless unleashed his onslaught, the clones melded seamlessly, the sheer number of them overwhelming the landscape, and the sky above, while he struck down wave after wave of their adversaries.

Each punch from Merciless exploded with force, sending shockwaves rippling through the air as the surrounding clones twisted and merged, creating an intricate web of destruction.

The monsters, once so confident, faltered as they found themselves ensnared in this relentless maelstrom of clones, each explosion of energy collapsing the space around them, forming a gravitational well that threatened to consume them whole, and so they did.

With every blow, Merciless ignited a torrent of chaos, and the battlefield became a living tapestry of swirling shadows and pulsing energies, reality was heavily distorted, no sense that which is common was present in any sense of the word.

In this cataclysm of power, Merciless fought not just with strength but with a strategic elegance, orchestrating the chaos around him, and turning the tide of battle to his advantage.

Weaker he was in some aspect but had prepared for the queen, and her power was basically subjected to his own durability.

But here was where it got weird, Merciless foresaw his death via the instinctual threat so great his cells could basically tell what was going to kill and hurt him before time, and with that little profound he picked up, he himself had to make a way to counter.

As each of these clones, he made was just his afterimage, which takes form after one is made, and by infusing memories into these afterimages, they basically become temporarily alive in a false manner.

Making each mist clone in itself an AI made from memories alone, that will fade alongside the singularity that will implode after its purpose has been served.

Meanwhile, the original was not slacking either.

His tail, a formidable weapon in its own right, lashed out at the nearest creature. With a powerful swipe, he sent it sprawling, its body dissolving into a shower of luminescent particles that mingled with the storm.

The next creature lunged at him, jaws snapping, but he sidestepped and delivered a swift kick to its side, sending it tumbling into the ground, where it disintegrated upon impact.

With each creature that fell, Merciless found a rhythm, an intricate balance between defense and offense.

His movements became a concerto of violence, each strike resonating with negative energy energies swirling his limbs or rather his hands and tail. The air thrummed with his power as he channeled his energy into his tail, now a weapon of pure destruction.

He aimed the blade tip of his tail at an oncoming mass of living rain each of which had the ability to erase matter, as each raindrop was now transformed into a swirling vortex of sentient droplets.

Concentrating the energy into a single point that being the blade tip itself, that began to radiate a bright dark purple.

With a loud and ominous charging sound and bang, his tail released a powerful blast of negative energy, which erupted from the blade, cutting through the air like a bolt of lightning.

The beams of violet light scorched everything in their path, vaporizing the animated rain into nothingness, erasing it from existence at a mathematical level—negative zero—where even the concept of its being was obliterated.

But what was fucked up to the queen’s surprise, was not that Merciless made a giant planet size whole in the sky.

But was the fact at the edges of the hole, the spherical edge ignited, preventing the sky from regenerating, as the clouds were burning in an omnidirectional matter being erased as if someone lit a paper at its center and made it burn away from there unable to do anything as well.

Normally the Aristaeus queen had a profound understanding of energy, but in this case for the first time in her long life, she was perplexed about what the fuck was happening.

Negative energy and Miasma energy were working together as one, to the point it became a new type of energy from her point of view at the very least.

"How is that possible, Miasma and Negative energy, working as one.... that shouldn’t be possible!!!"

The queen exclaimed in surprise, but Merciless knew that with correspondence, it didn’t matter what couldn’t function together in harmony, for correspondence would force them to.

It treated everything as a source for it was a source as well that could bring all sources under one source its source.

The queen looked down at Merciless and questioned.

"What the fuck are you... some kind of Worm or something?!"

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