SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 656: Let’s start this madness

Damon’s declaration crashed into the battlefield like a falling star. A heavy silence descended over the three hundred thousand frantic players. Slowly, Damon lowered his arm. "But let me be perfectly clear."

A sudden wave of blood aura radiated from his form. The weakest among the crowd fell to their knees instantly. Those with more strength clenched their teeth and balled their fists, sweat dripping down their faces as they endured the pressure.

"You are not my soldiers," Damon declared. "Not yet. You are merely candidates. Applicants. Strays in search of a sanctuary. I owe you nothing."

His expression twisted into a terrifying, sharp grin. "However, if you can survive what comes today—if you can prove you are more than just deadweight and background noise—then I will transform you into monsters. I will turn you into something that makes this world tremble."

On his shoulder, the cat purred with an ominous vibration, her tail curling like a wicked blade.

A collective shudder rippled through the massive gathering.

"And if you choose to give up, flee, quit, or log out..." Damon gave a casual shrug. "Then you were never fit to stand by my side anyway."

Immediately, several players vanished as they logged out. Others straightened their backs with trembling determination. And for thousands—tens of thousands—a fire began to burn within their chests. It was a spark they hadn't realized existed, pulled to the surface by Damon’s majestic silhouette.

He unfurled his wings, a storm of blood mist swirling violently behind him. "Blood Domain," he announced, his voice booming across the plains. "Your trial begins now."

In the distance, a thunderous roar erupted as Nine Rivers City activated its siege arrays. Lightning-charged cannons hummed to life. Ballistae were armed with enchanted bolts. NPC battalions moved into perfect, disciplined formations. Above the ramparts, dozens of elite players from the top guilds hovered in the air, weapons unsheathed and expressions grim.

Taking a city was never going to be a simple task.

The banners of Arcane Dawn, Eternal Sovereignty, and Titanfall stretched across the horizon like a formal declaration of war.

Damon’s smile grew wider. Behind him, three hundred thousand players gulped in unison. Some shook with fear, some were gripped by panic, and others regretted their arrival. Yet, for many, their blood began to boil with a reckless, insane sense of anticipation.

Damon gestured toward the city walls. "Run, hide, scream, or fight—do as you wish, but ensure you win in the end," he commanded. "I am not here to judge your methods. I am here to see who can endure the chaos."

A single beat of his wings sent a shockwave blasting outward. "Let the madness begin."

With a sudden flash of crimson light, Damon launched himself toward Nine Rivers City like a meteor, flying straight toward the heart of the three guilds that had mobilized their entire armies to halt his advance.

The three hundred thousand players stared in stunned silence. Then, a voice screamed out, "He didn’t even give us any orders!!"

Regardless, the members of Blood Domain began to sprint after their eccentric leader. Two more figures burst forth from the crowd: Aurora and Kate. While Kate moved with efficient, simple grace, Aurora’s approach was flashy and overwhelming.

The sight of the fallen angel, with her dark obsidian wings and snakes of shadow coiling around her, sent a visible shock through the Blood Domain recruits. Aurora descended like a goddess of ruin, her eyes gleaming with battle hunger as her blade carved a path of darkness through the dirt.

"Everyone, move!" Kate yelled, her voice amplified by mana. "Form groups of thirty! Do not fight one another! Target the enemies who are actually trying to kill you!"

Meanwhile, Aurora leveled her spear at the distant fortifications and shrieked, "For hubby! Slaughter anyone who stands in his path!"

Surprisingly... that proved to be an effective motivator.

The massive army surged forward. It wasn't orderly. It wasn't tactical. It wasn't even sane. It was a tidal wave of three hundred thousand half-terrified, half-inspired lunatics charging the city, fueled by memes, desperation, and blind loyalty.

The guilds defending Nine Rivers City stood frozen.

They had thousands of players, hundreds of siege engines, layers of defensive wards, and elite NPC soldiers. They were three of the top guilds in the Kingdom. Yet, looking at this chaotic, disorganized horde, they felt a sudden lack of confidence.

Damon tore through the air like a missile toward the primary defensive barrier. Potent currents of mana spiraled around him. "Time to test this 'Perfect' body," he mused with a smile. This was his first real combat since his upgrade, and he was eager to see the limits of his new physical form.

Raising his hand, Damon conjured a poisonous crimson lance. Hellfire and lightning coiled around the shaft, magnifying its destructive potential. The fusion of the four elements turned the weapon into a nightmare that reality itself struggled to contain.

Every elite defender atop the walls felt the pressure. Their hearts skipped beats; their instincts screamed for them to run.

Damon spun the lance once. Grinning, he infused the burning weapon with one final surge of power. A ribbon of absolute pitch-black energy now entwined with the rest. The lance was now barely stable, vibrating as if it might detonate and unleash terror at any moment.

Taking a deep breath, Damon maintained his high-speed charge toward the barrier and thrust the lance forward with the total strength of his reforged body.

The lance shrieked as it pierced the air, sending wave after wave of force toward the fortification before colliding with the massive golden barrier with a deafening BOOM!

A catastrophic explosion tore outward. Crimson, black, purple, green, and white clashed against the gold in a blinding display of power. Fire spiraled, lightning discharged, and poison turned to hissing vapor as shadows writhed like a sentient storm.

The four elements collided and consumed each other in a violent implosion, generating a pressure wave so fierce that players kilometers away were knocked off their feet.

The defensive barrier, designed to endure multiple assaults from peak C-rank combatants, flickered and groaned under the weight of that single, concentrated strike.

Everyone watched in stunned silence, their minds unable to process the destruction before them.

What had they just seen? Wasn't he a player just like them? How could he open a battle with such a move? How could any one person possess that much power?