SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 672 Somebody stop him

Glory City followed Dawnspire's fate. Then came Radianthelm, Silverwood, and Moonfall Citadel. Finally, Ironvale Fortress—a bastion so famed for its unbreakable walls that players once joked it could withstand the combined might of the entire dark faction—succumbed as well.

Metropolis after metropolis toppled like a row of dominoes in a trail of gore, each falling with increasing speed. By the time Damon paused, the Light Faction map, previously a tapestry of vibrant and welcoming territories, looked as though a manic child had scribbled over it with a toxic red marker.

The entire world watched in absolute terror as live updates flashed across screens like a countdown to the apocalypse.

[Ding! Glory City has been seized by Blood Domain.]

Players let out screams of despair, guild leaders wept openly, and elite organizations frantically blew their emergency war horns. It was all in vain.

[Ding! Radianthelm City has been wiped out.]

Radianthelm, the prestigious seat of the Holy Academy and the cradle for half the server’s paladins, was transformed into a crater of corrupted crystal in mere moments.

Video captures depicted Damon strolling through the hallowed plaza as paladin NPCs withered and perished simply by standing within ten meters of his presence.

[Ding! Silverwood Stronghold has been conquered!]

[Ding! Moonfall Citadel has shifted into a Corrupted State.]

This particular loss stung the community. Moonfall, famous for its breathtaking night vistas and the iconic moonlit lake where players went for romantic screenshots, had become a warped, hellish landscape radiating a sickly crimson glow.

A devastated player cried out, "My girlfriend just left me, and now the lake is gone. Blood God, what more do you want from us..."

[Ding! Ironvale Fortress has fallen. Territory successfully occupied.]

Ironvale lasted only ninety seconds. At this point, simple panic had transformed into a primal, religious dread. The leadership of the Light Faction was in total disarray. Top-tier guilds scrambled to form desperate alliances while NPC councils declared martial law across the continent. High priests pleaded with their deities, urging every citizen to pray for salvation.

"He is clearing entire cities faster than we can run a level 10 dungeon. Does anyone even know how many strongholds we have left?! Why won't he stop?? Who is allowing this to happen???"

Guild masters could no longer pretend Damon’s ultimatum didn't exist. Many began paying out gold coins frantically. While some publicly swore they would never submit to such humiliation, they secretly drained their treasuries and funneled the wealth to Blood Domain.

Regardless of their feelings, Damon’s ransom demand had become the center of the server's universe. No matter how loudly leaders shouted about honor and dignity, they all heard the same metaphorical bomb ticking behind his words: pay the price... or your city is next on the list.

Now that Damon had wiped a half-dozen cities off the map in just a few hours, even the most stubborn guild leader understood the reality. This wasn't a hollow threat. It was an execution schedule.

"We! Will! Never! Bow! To that monster!" one guild master bellowed during an emergency summit. Ten minutes later, he was covertly transferring 480 million gold to Blood Domain, trembling as if committing an act of high treason.

Another leader shouted, "My pride is beyond any price!" Moments afterward, that same man was desperately pinging Damon, hoping for a response. "Hello, I'd like to send 200M. The guild is Battalion, based in Hope City."

Others attempted to feign indifference. "Ha! Let the Blood God come! We’ll give him a fight!" Three minutes later, a Guild Notice appeared: All raid funds have been liquidated. Please stop asking about the empty vault.

One guild even fabricated logs claiming "hackers breached our treasury" to mask the fact that they had voluntarily emptied it to satisfy Damon's demand.

The irony was that Damon wasn't even monitoring the payments. He wasn't tracking who sent what, nor was he ranking or judging them. After broadcasting that single message, he hadn't even bothered to check the world chat. He was simply going about his business.

The elite guilds, however, could not afford to be so detached. Damon’s brief words carried crushing weight; they threw gold at his guild like subjects offering tribute to a slumbering dragon, and Damon merely watched the figures climb.

The Blood Domain treasury expanded at such an absurd pace that guild members began to suspect the interface was glitching.

"Is that... are those really... billions?"

"Man, it’s still rising. Who is still donating??"

Damon had instructed Kate to adjust the permissions so that members could view the wealth but not touch it. Accessing even the most basic guild vault now required a staggering amount of reputation points.

Simultaneously, reputation points were being handed out for almost every activity, keeping the system balanced.

Sylvara joined Kate, and alongside Damon’s final follower, Malia, the three worked tirelessly to maintain order within Blood Domain, which was currently experiencing explosive growth.

Meanwhile, Riven, Kaelthorn, Ellora, Mallana, and Lirae were occupied with stripping the fallen cities of their riches. While shadow beasts and Damon’s shadow clones had gathered most of the initial loot, Damon had been careful to leave the city treasuries and auction houses mostly intact for manual plundering.

Using Blood Gate and Ellora’s assistance, Damon opened temporary portals to these locations. The rest of the crew moved in to strip every last resource, ensuring not a single gold coin was overlooked.

The team worked with frantic efficiency. Damon had cautioned them that this window of opportunity with the poison wouldn't last forever, so everyone gave their maximum effort. There were, naturally, exceptions.

Aurora and the small cat were missing once again. From what Damon could tell, one was currently chasing the other. He didn't have the time to figure out who was the predator and who was the prey; he simply let them run rampant.

As he prepared to teleport to the next unsuspecting target, a sudden, overwhelming sense of localized danger washed over him, causing his instincts to scream in warning.