SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 663 Let’s end this, shall we?

Nine Rivers City was descending into absolute madness. Although ten minutes was a fleeting window of time, the inhabitants had prepared themselves for the onset of war. The NPC legions within the light faction’s strongholds were locked in combat mode, operating at the peak of their combat potential.

However, the conflict had taken a turn that no one could have predicted. Of all the tactical possibilities, the current reality seemed the most absurd: a single bloodsucker was systematically dismantling their entire city alone.

There was no countermeasure to be found. Control over the battlefield had slipped through their fingers completely. Now, the defenders simply stood within the city walls, awaiting their inevitable demise. A poison master capable of shrugging off every incoming strike was nothing short of a walking cataclysm, and the city lacked the defenses to repel him.

The frontline commander of Titanfall slammed his fist onto the table, causing the wood to splinter and crack. "We mobilized ten thousand players for this event! And yet, we are being annihilated by one man who isn't even breaking a sweat!!!"

Another man cried out, his voice cracking with emotion as he teetered on the edge of a breakdown. "Why the hell is a vampire wielding ten different types of poison?! That isn't even their main element!!! Is that monster a dual-class user? What the fuck?"

The guild master of Eternal Sovereignty, usually the image of calm, watched in a daze as the city map was swallowed by expanding red zones. "Is he… is he farming us? Are we nothing more than EXP to him?"

Amidst this suffocating despair, a subordinate spoke up to remind the leaders of another factor. "Sir, the Blood Domain guild is still pushing their offensive on the northern front. How should we handle them?"

The Elders of the top guilds snapped their heads toward the speaker, their eyes burning with a mix of bloodlust and murderous intent. They might be losing the overall war, but they refused to perish without claiming a few lives of their own.

If they were powerless against the Blood God, they would vent their rage by slaughtering Blood Domain—a guild they considered a pathetic joke!

Every remaining player and NPC turned their sights toward the northern gate. They marched at full speed, desperate to unleash their bottled-up frustration and anger against the unfairness of their situation.

Suddenly, an unexpected event occurred. A massive sphere of malevolent energy surged toward the advancing group. Initially, it appeared to be a manifestation of shadow or dark energy. Reacting quickly, various guild members and NPC tanks raised their shields to intercept the projectile.

Normally, such an attack wouldn't be a concern. However, their confidence shattered in an instant. The complex energy orb bypassed their simple barriers with ease. Becoming volatile and erratic, the attack tore through their defenses and detonated in the heart of the guild army, instantly vaporizing a dozen players.

Confusion gripped the survivors. They scanned the area, fearing the Blood God had returned, but the vicinity was empty. No players, NPCs, or enemies were in sight.

Though bewildered and shaken, the army pressed on with renewed desperation. A minute later, a second black sphere materialized out of thin air. Once again, a cluster of players was caught in the blast.

The soldiers were already weakened by the toxic miasma choking the city. This mysterious, invisible assault was the final straw. By the time the guild forces reached the northern gates, fifty of their number had already been eliminated.

Arrival at the destination brought no relief.

What was once a coordinated siege at the northern gate had devolved into utter carnage. It was no longer a structured battle, but a chaotic whirlwind of lethal spells, agonizing screams, and broken formations.

The Blood Domain recruits, who had been nothing more than panicked novices running from poison clouds moments ago, were now fighting with the ferocity of caged beasts. With bloodshot eyes and primal movements, their morale had reached an impossible peak.

"PUSH THEM BACK!!"

"FOR AURORA!!"

"FOR KATE!!"

The elite guilds were stunned to see these supposed amateurs holding their own. More shockingly—they were actually winning. The guild master of Eternal Sovereignty turned deathly pale as his members were cut down from every direction. What kind of nightmare was this?

"Don't panic. Now that our main force is here, we can turn the tide. We can still—" Before he could finish his sentence, a strange meowing sound reached his ears. Confused, the man turned to investigate the source.

In the next heartbeat, a sphere of chaotic black energy manifested directly in front of him. "Fuuuuccckkkk." He didn't even have time to process the sight before he and those standing near him were blown to pieces.

Just as the army tried to recover, a new shadow loomed over them. The sky bled crimson as a rain of blood began to fall. Standing atop a swirling vortex of gore was the Blood God himself.

The entire guild army froze in their tracks.

"We're… we're dead," someone whimpered in terror.

Another whispered in disbelief, "How is he even stronger now?! He’s been fighting for ten minutes without a break!"

A third voice shrieked, "He… he's glowing. Why is he glowing? Why is he glowing?!"

Damon wasn't actually glowing; he was simply radiating an excess of raw power. While he hadn't mastered everything in the last few minutes, he had successfully forced open another Meridian, surging his Cultivation to a new level.

He looked down at the so-called elites like a gardener looking at stubborn weeds. Then, he let out a slow, chilling smile. "Don't you guys think that this war has gone on long enough? Let's end this, shall we?"

Behind him, Aurora descended with a graceful, joyful spin, her wings fluttering. "Hubbyyyy! You're here! We were just about to start round two!" Damon acknowledged her with a simple nod.

Kate arrived shortly after, her face showing signs of exhaustion and strain.

Damon looked at her with concern. "You are pushing yourself too hard. You shouldn't have come here." As he spoke, a localized blood storm erupted. Countless weapons forged from solidified blood formed within the gale, launching forward with lethal velocity and unerring accuracy. The battlefield dissolved into a scene of absolute, unmitigated slaughter.

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