SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 671 Let the chaos continue

Watching the unfolding mayhem, Damon let a smirk cross his face. Men were predictable, and honestly, he was no different. He didn't judge them. He had simply provided the one thing every soul thirsted for: the absolute, unrestricted freedom to act on any whim, anywhere, against anyone.

There were no regulations here. No shackles of morality or law. The only consequences were the ones they forged with their own hands.

Like a pack of ravenous wolves unleashed upon a slaughterhouse, the players lunged at the chance. The moment the gateway swung wide, the demon lands transformed into a sanctuary for the depraved, the agents of chaos, the adrenaline junkies, and the lonely alike.

In the demon lands, a single law reigned supreme: survival of the fittest. Power was the only currency; as long as you possessed it, your will was law.

This period of mindless indulgence wouldn't last forever, of course. The consequences were looming. While finding a beautiful woman to bed in the demon settlements was easy, it was just as easy to be slaughtered for merely breathing in the wrong direction.

To demons, combat was as essential as lust. It wasn't a mere cultural quirk or a tired stereotype; it was a fundamental biological reality.

Damon had no intention of masking the truth. Why bother? These were the demon lands, the final bastion where traditional virtue held no sway. Here, carnage and desire performed a seamless duet. Survival was both the ultimate rush and the ultimate prize. In this place, one might ascend as a king or perish as a mere footnote in history.

The choice belonged to each player—what they desired, what they lusted after, and what they were prepared to gamble. Damon wasn't interested in playing guide. If they sought pleasure, they had to seize it. If they wanted respect, they had to pay in blood. If they dreamed of paradise... they would first have to endure the fires of hell.

He wasn't there to be a babysitter. The demon lands were designed to temper the wicked, crush the fragile, and elevate the insane. That was the natural order of things, exactly as it ought to be.

Meanwhile, Damon wasn't about to sit still. His personal agenda remained in motion, and the unveiling of the demon continent was no accident. It was a cold, calculated maneuver. There was a specific reason he had chosen this exact moment to reveal the demon lands to the world.

He required a massive diversion. He needed the seeds of chaos to sprout globally. He wanted the Light Faction wailing over their fallen strongholds and the Dark Faction celebrating like madmen. He wanted the guilds to spiral into a panic as their capitals were tainted.

His plan required millions of players to swarm the demon outposts, pursuing both glory and death in equal measure. Most crucially... he needed the foundation of the super guilds to crumble.

The fractures were already appearing. They were paralyzed by the sheer volume of crises. Was the sudden emergence of the Blood Domain the greatest threat? Or was it the total destruction of Light Faction cities? Perhaps the discovery of an entire demon continent, or the mass desertion of their own members?

Their focus was scattered in a dozen directions. Their assets were draining, their ranks were thinning, and their pacts were falling apart. Their morale was hitting rock bottom, precisely as Damon had envisioned.

Beyond their elite champions and the wave of talented players constantly emerging, these super guilds were formidable for a reason: sheer numbers. With millions of members under their banners, their manpower was a terrifying force of nature.

Damon was now set on hijacking that strength, or at the very least, dealing it a crippling blow. So far, his strategy was yielding perfect results.

While destabilizing the guilds was a priority, his primary objective remained total conquest. Leaving the smoking ruins of Thunder City behind, he teleported instantly to the gates of the unsuspecting Dawnspire City.

This city was a crown jewel of the Light Faction, renowned for its shimmering gold spires, streets lit by floating lanterns, prestigious academies, and holy knights who viewed themselves as the realm's unbreakable bulwark.

Today, that bulwark was destined to shatter.

Damon hovered just beyond the massive marble gates. To a casual observer, Dawnspire appeared serene—merchants haggled, players traded, and guards moved in disciplined ranks. Because Dawnspire was so heavily fortified and housed the headquarters of several top-tier guilds, no one anticipated a strike.

A lone guard from the Light Faction stepped toward him, spear leveled, his voice firm yet professional. "Stop! State your—"

Damon let out a breath. A sudden cloud of toxic miasma erupted forward. The guard's command was cut short as his health bar vanished instantly. The men standing beside him collapsed just as fast.

[Ding! You have slain NPC Guards x15]

With a casual stride, Damon moved forward. A soft wind blew.

And then, the slaughter began.

Dark crimson vines burst from the earth, shredding defenses, tearing through buildings, and hoisting screaming players into the sky. The poisonous fog spread like a tainted aurora, flooding into every alleyway, home, and set of lungs.

Shrill cries of terror began to ring out from the city's heart. Alarms blared. Chaos took hold. Players scrambled to escape while NPCs barked futile commands. Mages desperately cast defensive shields, only to watch them dissolve the moment they touched Damon's venom.

"It’s him! The Blood God has arrived! Run for your lives!!!" a frantic player screamed from atop the walls.

That was the breaking point for the city's resolve. Damon ascended into the air, his wings snapping open with a boom. His massive silhouette eclipsed the sun, casting a crimson shadow over the central plaza. He spoke with a quiet intensity. "The Blood Domain claims this land."

The heavens reacted. A massive red halo manifested above Dawnspire, spinning with concentrated blood mana until it formed a glowing orb: the Blood Moon.

With a simple downward gesture of Damon's finger, the Blood Moon descended. A massive wave of corruption swept through Dawnspire, submerged structures, melted defenses, and extinguished every flickering hope. It wasn't merely poison; it was total annihilation in liquid form.

A downpour of Blood Rain soaked everything. Hundreds of players perished in agony. Within minutes, the once-great city was unrecognizable, reduced to a toxic graveyard. The legendary knights and guards were powerless to stop the lone madman who had brought an entire metropolis to its knees.