Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 95: The 7th Hier Vs The Supreme General Begins

Merciless in his Albedo form was floating aimlessly, using Ophelia’s Ultimate Veil to hide from existence as he withstood an attack of his own making at point-blank range, but because he was hiding from existence itself, any and all attacks, even conceptual ones relative to this current realm, were rendered ineffective.

Truly, in this state, he was truly invincible, if not straigth up unkillable, as only non-existent attacks or attacks that transcend the cosmology of the first realm itself could harm Merciless at this point.

However, since he was hiding from existence, he was unable to engage with others on a physical level, spiritual, and even conceptual level.

In a case like this, the only way to interact with Merciless using Ophelia’s power is to have an existence that outclasses this level of fundamental infinity, as some infinities are just bigger than others, but Merciless, being Merciless, discovered a method to counterattack Ophelia’s great weakness; really, this was the strength of a coward, but it was also the power of an assassin.

Although this achievement could not have been accomplished by anybody other than Merciless himself as his Ichor Darwinism provided him with enormous potential and adaptability.

He was convinced that when it came to versatility and adaptation, he was unmatched in this field; this wasn’t hubris, or, to be more precise, Merciless didn’t see it that way.

But then and again, he couldn’t describe it, but it was like evaluating another person’s overall or potential power based on their aura quality, or how a chef knows they can cut anything that pops up on their cutting board with great efficiency as long as its food-related. In his scenario, he believed he could defeat this person despite his massive EP of 8,489,483,290.

But considering his EP was this high, there was only so much he could do. For one thing, he could influence Zakcry with "Grand Order," but because his EP was so high despite being below his, the effects would be inadequate or slow-paced to work.

As a result, he must act in such a manner that Grand Order has the greatest influence on him, yet in order for the command order to remain, he must also be ambiguous. As a result, everyone inside Crimson Dawn, including him, is unable to employ the soul rival technique. That was the sacrifice required for that order to be executed flawlessly. The command was not aimed at just Zakcry alone but at all inhabitant under Crimson Dawn, himself included.

In simple terms, merging Grand Order with Ultimate Veil removes the majority of Grand Order’s weak points. Essentially, the Ultimate Veil EP system served as the ultimate support for all of his other abilities.

By merging Ultimate Veil with Lucian’s Ichor, now dubbed Coordinator by Merciless, he was able to eliminate the 30-second cooldown and have all of his attacks strike anybody without the option of avoiding as long as their EP was low enough to the point where his overwhelming EP outclasses their’s by a massive amount.

However, if the opponent’s EP is high or close to his current degree of significance, the Ultimate Veil EP system begins to regard it as a roulette wheel, with the more important one having a slightly higher percentage chance of when an attack hits and do not hit.

And Zakcry was such an opponent, and Ultimate Veil functioned similarly before him, as Grand Order was not the best ability to use against one like him in the traditional sense.

And now comes the practical aspect of Merciless’ decision in this intense battle: how and why did he remove soul revival? The answer is simple: Grand Order would not function correctly with an EP so close to his. As a result, Merciless had to improvise by being vague.

He was utilizing the absolution of Jordan’s Grand Order by applying it to just Crimson Dawn rather than targeting a single individual in general. As a result, soul revival became a law that could not be broken inside the Scarlet World of Crimson Dawn.

And as for why he removed the soul rival technique that vampires often use after they come face to face with death doors and die, well, a question like that should be self-explanatory, and with a 30-minute timer on the clock that vividly less than prior.

He didn’t have the luxury of murdering them repeatedly. The kill had to be proficient, so, as such, killing another vampire within Crimson Dawn would be the most practical and efficient route to take, especially when points and new power were on the line.

However, at this very moment, Albedo Merciless didnt want to take a risk, and as such, he went on the deep end and decided to use a combination attack consisting of multiple abilities all at once and at full power nonethless to kill Zakcry in one fell swoop.

Or that was the plan, but after smoke began to clear up, Merciless began to see the sigth of something that looked like molten red in the distance.

And upon seeing what it was, his eyes widened at the sight of it, and it wasn’t until it had cleared up completely that he noticed the menacing thing in the distance. What floated in the midst of the blast was a quarter of a face, namely the top left of a human face, with purple eyes, a molten red sclera, and thick black veins pulsating with feverish intensity.

But it was what came next that shocked him, because at that very moment, molten lava, which seemed to have replaced his blood, began spreading at a rapid rate until eventually a different figure emerged.

The mansion dimension convulsed under Zakcry’s feet, and the ground itself seemed to twist in terror. He stood on a hideous imitation of the mansion floors, which were scorched in a blazing inferno with immense heat and lava bubbles sizzling and popping like a flood pimple under the blade; a yawning mouthpiece could be seen with a molten red glow rather than a mountain.

Molten lava, as thick as blood, swirled and bubbled within, its surface adorned with a monstrous sigil that writhed like a swollen vein. This was no ordinary fire, but a grotesquerie monstrosity that ridiculed the entire notion of nature.

Crimson lightning, as thick as a man’s arm, snaked between the craggy peaks, throwing a hellish flicker on the Zakcry, now a molten monster, a large volcano’s core at the center that seemed to be a volcano-like crystal heart.

Zakcry was shrouded in it, the very embers and ashes of the blood fire serving as skin-like armor for secondary defense. The lava, which was previously molten rock, hardened over his entire body, creating a horrific imitation of a knight’s armor. Its surface, still bathed in a malevolent glow, writhed with the same pulsing sigils that adorned the heart itself.

In his hands was Magma, who was not a spear; instead, he was now taking the form of a large blade attached to the Zakcry arms, as the biological armor itself pulsated with a blazing heat that spewed magma on the floor. His voice when he spoke was a combination of both Magma and Zakcry.

"So that’s what this scarlet world is; are you an Azamite like me? If so, it would explain this territory-like power of yours—a world that can attack those who are trapped in it."

"Very well, come at me then; I will destroy both this scarlet world and its creator."

Zakcry openly said that he was confident in his abilities to escape Crimson Dawn. On the other side, Albedo Merciless observed Zakcry from a distance, giving him a neutral look until a smile grew up on his face and he confidently replied.

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"Challenge...

"He is clearly challenging me... Hehe, how intresting. Very well, then Lava boy; challenge accepted."

With those words, a daring announcement was unheard by Zakcry owing to the Merciless Ultimate Veil, but a spark of motivation and drive to defeat Zakcry emerged in Merciless. His mind is filled with innovative ideas to employ his imagination to its maximum potential in Crimson Dawn, as if responding to his creativity.

The entire domain began to twist and contort as if to respond to Merciless’ eagerness, and then the world changed into a giant aquatic environment, and Zakcry was instantly submerged in a large body of water, sinking in a never-ending abyss as if he had been transported to the middle of the ocean. Naturally, when lava touched the water, a massive steam explosion occurred as a result of the chain reaction of two opposing natural forces.

But Merciless was not defeated; from the depths of the ocean, a massive army of large sharks ranging in the thousands approached Zakcry, all traveling massively faster than the speed of light itself; they were the size of fifty school buses.

Their flesh was blue like Anastasia and was equally compact to the point where it could easily tank multiple attacks that could destroy a large planet as if it were nothing; and to top things off, their bones were made from the same material as Merciless’ bones, which had an even greater enduring amount of durability.

These natural abominations of mother nature featured sharp blood-crystal teeth that rotated at incredible speeds and were covered with a strong quantity of miasma flames. Ten thousand souls were used on the 8,000 sharks. Merciless sacrifices some of his soul to increase the intensity of the Miasma flames.

Their eyes were a vivid purple, but not for no reason: the mere glare of these sharks’ eyes when they looked at an adversary had the same stasis effect of S.I.P., and each of them also possessed Chimera armor with durability, now equivalent to a large star.

They were all together like a school of fish, coming from all directions, everyone with the same monstrous form; Zakcry was held in place by force, yet he appeared calm, unnaturally calm, as he told himself.

"This petty trick again... oh well, as I am now, it’s meaningless."

Merciless watched it firsthand, his cheeks flushed with disbelief. Because, for the first time ever, one of his hallmark assaults proved ineffective against the opponent.

The purple light that surrounded his form snapped and splintered into fragments, and his right hand gleamed menacingly, vibrating and shaking the entire scarlet underwater world around him.

And in one rapid, harsh, and swift move, the blade exploded, launching a crescent moon-shaped lava blade towards the army of biologically enhanced and modified sharks in front of him, the heat defying all logic and reaching levels that ordinary lava should be able to achieve.

And as soon as it reached Merciless’s army of shark’s, it was reduced to nothing; even the massively enhanced super atoms vanished when Zakcry lava made contact with them.

Giving him the freedom to go, but it was too late; additional sharks from the opposite side were already coming. However, like some kind of freak nature, Zakcry began to make use of the vampire race’s natural gravity defiance skills and began to deploy a more advanced form of the coin tilt technique, "Reality Tilt." Merciless observed something unbelievable at that time, something that entirely defied the principles of natural physics as Merciless understood them.

The world! No reality within Crimson Dawn itself suddenly tilted downwards, but in reality the concept of up and down became completely meaningless, leaving the sense of direction to perspective as the opposition of balance was disrupted, causing the sharks to crash as a result of losing their sense of direction and reality itself tilting, causing them to crash into each other and explode into bits of flesh, organs, and blood.

However, when the world shifted 180 degrees forward, Zakcry was forced to flee the attack as reality began to tilt, and so did he as he moved along with reality.

The reason he wasn’t attacked by a random shark heading his way was that he used his intangibility to become un-interactable with the environment around him, resulting in sharks flying past and through him while taking zero damage due to the collision as he phased through the enemies with ease. But it wasn’t over since he began to move alongside the momentum of reality; he began to leave behind a modest gift: these gigantic cans of mutant tuna would surely hate.

Spatial distortions could be seen in multiple locations across the ocean, and as if reacting to the will of another, they all began to burst at the same time, collapsing into a singularity and pulling everything into them, deleting space around the area of effect, and pulling everything within a large range of 80 kilometers into the singularity spheres as the army imploded. On the other hand, the space 24 meters away and in front of Zakcry began to split like an open wound.

Zakcry then puts his body in a fetal position and spins towards the gap in space. And as soon as he accomplished so, he moved inside the spatial gap, which began to seal up; the location he intended to end up was outdoors somewhere in the mansion dimension, but to Zakcry’s surprise, something was interfering with and rewriting the spatial coordinates, which were set to anyplace within 7 light-years of this mansion dimension.

The spacial gap surrounding him began to shapeshift, with a brilliant blue tint taking over. And a massive aether ring appears behind Zakcry, taking his intended secure spot away. And before he realized it, he was transported to another world other than the mansion dimension.

It was another scarlet stein world; the surroundings appeared to be someplace in Londonia, back on Hellmora, in the late 18th century, if Zakcry were, to be honest. However, when he stood in the area, the dense ochre fog clung to the cobblestones, creating an eerie pall over the gaslights. The once-busy streets of London were silent, with the only sound being the continuous clinking of Zakcry’s reinforced rocky greaves on the smooth stone.

He stood in front of a majestic structure, its once-proud exterior now obscured by grime and neglect. A chipped plaque above the entryway read "The Royal Albertian Hall," a name that resonated hollowly through the quiet streets.

Zakcry, a gigantic monster clothed in blood-red armor, sprung from Magma, fusing with him, as he began to look around with his violet eye.

But as he looked up, he was astounded to discover that the moon had transformed into a massive neon blue eye with a mouth beneath it, smiling menacingly at him as if relishing the figth. To his amazement, the mouth began to open as a tremendous scream echoed across the area around him.

"LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

As a result of this, shattered glass began to crack from buildings and scatter; a major earthquake occurred, and many large cobblestone buildings began to collapse on him. Naturally, it did little harm, but the deafening boom caused him to become disoriented as he dropped to the ground, covering his ears with his blades.

As a large amount of plasma was taken from the surroundings, the eye the size of the Hellmora moon developed a pair of gigantic, giant black horns.

It was Albedo’s regulator horns that Merciless gained through one of his adaptations during the fight, with Zane absorbing the plasma around him at an inconceivable rate, multiplying by 100 for every second that passes, while maintaining the deafening yell as he charges up a powerful attack.

When the desired amount of energy was accumulated, the eye shone a bright purple, casting the Stasis effect on the Hellmora-sized Londonia he saw and made through Jordan’s and Ophelia’s memories, much like Superdude employing heat vision in those comics. From there, Merciless unleashed his most powerful Stasis Ionize Purple strike on Zakcry.

As soon as it made contact with the ground below, a great, enormous boom was heard, and the scarlet world was overwhelmed in purple, with everything in that shattered world being atomized to nothing. But Merciless did not give up; he was finished, and he would continue this onslaught for as long as he could.

But, once again, the unimaginable occurs: hovering at the core of the blast was Zakcry, who used a complex spatial barrier technique to split and substract himself from the real space around him, creating a wall of unreachability to guarantee that all attacks stemming from the physical world’s space were seen as invalid.

He accomplished this by placing a short spatial territory around them, which was an imagenary space that blocks out physical space from the Azamite clan’s natrual personal space, which they also call kingdoms.

This was another of the Azamites’ specific ways of defending themselves from attacks, utilizing their ability to alter and manipulate space via territory creation. And using this ultimate, nigh-unbreachable defence to his advantage, Zakcry transforms his hand back to normal, a large sniper gun that looks like a giant cannon with the body of a sniper.

He focused on the enemy’s uncovered eye, a fleshy ball that appeared impossibly delicate despite its size. The scope revealed the whole field of vision, imprinting the horrific image on his mind. Zakcry pressed the trigger with a single, deeply held breath.

The world within the scope’s reticle faded out of existence. There was no explosion or debris, only a cold void where the eye had previously pumped with malignant vitality. The attack was quick, quiet, and completely destructive. The question weighed heavily in the air: had it been enough?

The strike to the eye was quick, but this was only the beginning since it was far from enough to eliminate Merciless.

Because, unexpectedly, a voice appeared in the Scarlet world and spoke to Zakcry directly.

"Your quite the durability one lava boy...are you sure you are not related to a family of cockroaches?"

Merciless, to which Zakcry replied with greater mockery.

"I don’t want to hear that from a living menstrual cycle."

"Oh, please, just suck it up, lava boy, because if I am a living menstrual cycle, then you are a living tampon."

At these words, Zakcry was clearly irritated and offended by Merciless insults.

"Why don’t you stop hiding like a coward and reveal yourself? Then we’ll see who is the real bloody tampon then."

Merciless naturally chuckled at these comments, his arrogance evident yet warranted because he was vividly and noisily amused given his heavy laugh that rang across the scarlet world of Crimson Dawn.

"Kyahahahahahaha! Oh, that sting! A brush with oblivion for little old me? You almost had me there, little pyre-child! Do keep this lively, hm? Though hide? My, my, wouldn’t that be a dull game? Consider this entire scarlet world my grand stage, lava boy. Every molecule, from the tiniest bacteria to the very air you gasp for, is all mine! You dare pollute my personal dominion with your volcanic antics? Tsk, tsk, such a lack of manners. This crimson world, it suffocates under your presence, a stench I wouldn’t inflict upon a housefly. Fear not, for I’m most generous! I’ll clear the trash myself, and you, little ember, are very much included! Prepare yourself, for the true entertainment is about to begin!"

"Ahhh... ever since I watched Abadis do this in my memories, I’ve been longing to do the same as well to another... don’t worry, you don’t have to thank me for sending you the end of your life. This attack is entirely yours, free of charge."

"What?!"

Zakcry muttered as he suddenly felt enormous danger approaching from all directions in this Crimson World.

But before he could properly counterattack, three words were heard.

"ACTUALIZE WORLD BREAK!!"