SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 665 Evacuate! Evacuate!

Damon wasted no time teleporting directly to Skyfall City. Below him, the urban sprawl resembled a fine work of art; crystalline towers caught the last rays of sunlight while glowing walkways stretched between the peaks. Veins of blue mana pulsed through the streets like luminous rivers. The scene was one of absolute peace and majesty.

"Perfect. Let's ruin it." Perched atop a floating spire, Damon wore a lazy grin. With a casual flick of his wrist, he began his assault.

An immediate wave of toxic miasma erupted, sweeping over the nearest district like a silent tide of slaughter. Chaos instantly replaced the calm. NPC guards collapsed in mid-stride, gasping for air as their health bars vanished before they could even comprehend the threat.

[Ding! You have slaughtered Skyfall City Guards x72.]

Damon tapped his chin, lost in thought. Excellent. He still held the advantage of surprise. He was curious to test the limits of the world: could he truly wage war on a major city whenever he pleased, without warnings, elaborate plans, or the support of a guild?

The conclusion?

The system didn't give a single fuck.

Just as it would be in the real world, if he walked into a city and chose to butcher the populace, the system merely observed, tallied the deaths, and allowed him to proceed.

He exploited this reality to the fullest.

A tempest of blood spiraled outward from his position, harvesting lives with every rhythmic pulse. NPC shopkeepers died where they stood, adventurers were cut down in the middle of their quests, and casual players shrieked in terror as the kill feed became a continuous stream of Damon’s name.

No alarms rang out yet. No high-ranking commanders had been mobilized. An attack of this scale was completely unforeseen.

After all, what sane person would enter one of the Light Faction’s most prosperous and fortified hubs—alone, unprepared—and simply start a massacre?

Damon drifted toward the ground, leaving a trail of poisonous smoke behind him like a plummeting star. A group of players at a sidewalk café looked up, their faces masked with confusion.

"Hey, is that..."

"Wait... why is the sky turning red?"

"Bro... BRO! THAT'S BLOOD GO—"

The sentence remained unfinished. A crimson shockwave vaporized them instantly. New notifications flooded his vision as more blood essence surged eagerly into him.

[Ding! You have slain Players x12.]

Not a single counterattack was launched. No defensive formations were triggered. No city-wide alerts echoed through the air. He was a lone predator walking through a metropolis, treating it like a personal training ground.

Damon smirked. "That’s why surprise is the best weapon."

He raised a hand with nonchalance, and dozens of blood tendrils burst from the pavement, snatching screaming players into the sky like trapped prey. Within seconds, they were refined into essence, which he happily funneled into his Cultivation.

Given the massive amount of blood essence surrounding him, his proficiency in both blood manipulation and poison research was skyrocketing. It seemed that open warfare was the ultimate training montage for his path. The situation was literally tailor-made for his needs.

He touched down lightly on a marble path while terrified NPCs fled in every direction. Raising his hand, petals of poisonous lotus formed a swirling, lethal ring around him. "Let's get started," he muttered, advancing as a fresh chorus of screams broke out behind him.

Finally, the city's sirens began to wail. Protective barriers shimmered to life across the rooftops, magic circles ignited at guard stations, and the automated defense systems of the city finally groaned into action.

Damon rolled his shoulders. "About damn time."

A unit of elite NPC knights charged onto the main thoroughfare, their armor glowing with holy enchantments. As soon as they spotted him on the marble walkway, their leader bellowed:

"Enemy sighted! All units, advance!"

They never got the chance. A single gesture from Damon released a surge of toxic miasma. The lotus buds surrounding him bloomed and detonated directly in their faces. Poison saturated the air. Blood tendrils lashed out to finish the survivors, and in mere moments, the entire squad was annihilated.

[Ding! You have slain Skyfall Holy Guards x48.]

Damon took a breath, feeling the complex textures of energy shifting within his Dantian. His avatars were busy dissecting the properties of the surrounding poison while he personally concentrated on his blood manipulation techniques. Though the poison analysis required significant focus, he pushed his mental strength to manage it all at once.

Suddenly, a massive mana cannon deployed from a nearby tower, radiating a blinding white light. Its barrel locked onto his position. Damon’s eyes sparkled with interest. "Oho? Now we’re talking."

The cannon roared. A beam as bright as the sun tore down the street toward him, searing the very fabric of reality. Buildings crumbled in its wake. The air groaned under the pressure. Spectating players shouted with renewed hope.

"That’s it! We got him!"

"There's no way he survives that!"

"The Blood God is finally—"

The beam ripped through the walkway and the atmosphere, but when the light cleared, Damon was still standing. He had calmly manifested a blood barrier reinforced by the elements of shadow, ice, and earth. The collision caused both the beam and the shield to shatter in a violent explosion, sending a massive shockwave through the area. Damon remained untouched, but the players who had been cheering were instantly wiped out by the blast.

Before the cannon could fire again, a lash of blood shot toward the tower, cutting through it like a hot knife. The massive structure groaned, split apart, and crashed into the street below.

[Ding! You have destroyed: Skyfall City Defense Tower]

Throughout the city, the area chat exploded as players struggled to process the destruction.

What level is he?!?!?!

How did a single barrier stop a city-grade weapon?

Who allowed this man to exist?

Skyfall is doomed! Evac! Evac!!

A group of high-ranking player elites teleported in next, arriving in a coordinated formation.

"Blood God!" their leader cried out. "You are surrounded! Surrender or—"

Toxic miasma lunged forward while shadow claws tore upward from the ground, shredding the group before the threat could be finished.

[Ding! You have slain Players x19.]

Fragments of high-level armor fell like confetti, which his shadow clones and beasts began to gather meticulously for him.

Damon brushed off his hands. "Surround me more. I dare you. It only makes my job easier."

The poisonous fog grew denser, claiming the city block by block. Skyfall City, once a radiant jewel, was now fading fast under the light of a blood-soaked sunset.

***