Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 541 Blood Rain

The echoes of the violent slap resonated through the air, yet it was the least startling event of the moment.

Two monarchs had already perished; in comparison, a mere slap seemed trivial.

Vritra turned his gaze back toward Teresa and spoke, "Tess, wait a little for me, I gotta deal with a few bugs."

Abandoning the stunned monarch of the Ford family, Vritra materialized in the sky alongside his three wives.

"So you are Tyler, did you come here to abduct my wife?" Vritra asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

While he wasn't ready to disclose his true identity just yet, he saw no reason to hold back his overwhelming power.

Furthermore, now that the wedding ceremony was finalized, he expected to secure the details regarding Yennefer's whereabouts shortly.

"N- No sir, I merely came here to congratulate you and give a gift," Tyler stammered, his terror of Vritra intensifying.

The velocity of Vritra's movement had been so extreme that no one present could track him with their eyes.

"Huh? How is he so fast? He is so young, don't tell me he is already at the lord rank!!" This question plagued the minds of many lords gathered in the grand hall.

Naturally, the members of the Ford family were the most bewildered of all.

Even Teresa felt a surge of shock at her husband's display of strength; had he not been described as weak?

He appeared to be only about twenty years old.

Even before this, his speed had been incredible, despite the rumors that he had only recently returned to his family.

"Is that so? Guess I heard wrong, then you may leave. I am giving you three whole seconds to disappear, if you still remain in the Ford realm by then…" Vritra let the unfinished threat linger ominously.

The fishmen shuddered in pure dread, their sharp, elongated teeth trembling as they looked toward their leader.

They had arrived with the intent to feast on human flesh and catch the humans off guard with a bloody slaughter.

"One…" Vritra began the countdown.

"Hurry up, open the portals," Tyler screamed, but his orders were futile.

"Two…" The king glanced desperately at the rift still open on the ground, but the members of Twilight found themselves unable to retreat through it.

A few fishmen attempted to dive into the rift anyway, but moments later, mangled fragments of their bones and flesh were spat back out.

From the depths of the rift emerged a terrifying wraith, the chimera.

However, the creature vanished before anyone could get a clear look at it.

Abandoning the rift, Tyler tried to flee by other means.

"Three!"

Vritra drew a long sword from his storage space. Killing them would have been simple, but he chose a more visceral, bloody path.

He intended to instill deep-seated fear in everyone present, particularly the Fords.

His goal was for his name to be known across the entire continent, making the eventual revelation of his true self even more magnificent.

With all eyes locked on him, Vritra moved with deceptive slowness as the fishmen found their bodies frozen in place.

His right hand moved with fluid grace, the black blade slicing through their forms effortlessly.

It looked as though he were merely taking a casual walk, swinging his sword rhythmically while pieces of meat hit the ground.

A rain of blood fell, and the floor was soon carpeted with corpses.

In less than sixty seconds, the fishman army had been halved.

Teresa watched the events unfolding in the sky with her fists tightly balled.

A whirlwind of complex emotions stirred within her.

In her vision, the world lacked color, constructed entirely from her other senses.

She had once been grateful to be spared the sight of such a cruel world, but now, she found herself wishing she could truly see him.

Vritra had slaughtered thousands without a single moment of hesitation. It was clear he had taken many lives before this.

In the end, only the king was left standing.

"So King Tyler, any information you want to give to me?" Vritra inquired, withdrawing his blade.

"P- Please spare me, I am begging you. I will tell you whatever I know." The king’s will shattered under the crushing pressure, his mental defenses completely failing.

"Hmm, alright, this is a happy occasion, so I will grant your wish." Vritra nodded, causing the fishman king to look up with a spark of hope.

'Psyche,' Vritra commanded mentally. In a flash, Tyler was swallowed by shadows and vanished instantly.

The soul wraith could inhabit that body for a period. Though its power would be somewhat limited, Psyche would enjoy more autonomy for a time.

"Alright, and we are done." Vritra announced, finally snapping the onlookers out of their stupor. Despite the carnage, not a single speck of blood stained his attire.

He reappeared at Teresa's side and took her warm hand, finding the feel of her skin against his to be delightful.

"A- Alright, that concludes the wedding. Thank you for attending and giving your blessings, you can now leave." Shen spoke up quickly. They had planned further festivities, but those were now unnecessary.

Even the vast amount of prepared food was forgotten.

The guests fled in a hurry, terrified by the day's events, though they now possessed a legendary story to recount.

Fiona, Diana, Vanessa, Maeve, and Yasmine remained behind, having sent their respective armies away.

Shen stood behind his grandfather, hiding his bruised, red cheeks as he watched the newlyweds.

Sir Giant looked at their joined hands and asked, "Teresa, are you alright?"

"Yes." She answered, her grip on Vritra’s hand tightening slightly.

She was aware of their concerns, but she recognized that Vritra was now her family and her priority over the Fords.

The lessons her mother had taught her were etched deeply into her soul.

'His touch really isn't harming her?!!' Sir Giant thought, reeling in shock. He wondered if this was due to the marriage bond or some unique quality the man possessed.

Teresa’s mother had died long ago, while her father had passed away roughly a decade prior.

Before Art was even born, her mother had insisted—against all objections—that Teresa must be allowed to marry in the future.

The family had resisted due to her unique condition, fearing for her life and the nature of any potential husband.

Nevertheless, her mother had defied them all, extracting a promise from her husband on her deathbed.

For reasons known only to her, she insisted the groom must be Gunter’s son, and only after he reached twenty years of age.

She possessed the secret ability to glimpse the future, a gift she had hidden from everyone.

To ensure a better path for her daughter, she had completely drained her own life force.

After Art's birth, Teresa’s father had established the god pact to honor his late wife's final request.

To Shen and Sir Giant, this union had been nothing more than the fulfillment of an old vow.

They had intended to protect her themselves, but perhaps there was a deeper destiny at play.

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Shortly after, the group gathered inside a large hall within the Ford palace.

Because of the late hour, they planned to depart early the following morning.

Fiona, Yasmine, and the rest of his wives sat together on a spacious sofa.

Gunter and Ava sat as a pair, while Rich, Sir Giant, and Shen occupied another sofa.

Vritra and Teresa, still adorned in their wedding clothes, sat side by side.

'Now that I think about it, I haven't even seen her face.' Vritra reflected, though he felt no need to rush the moment.

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