SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 696 This battlefield is ours!

"You cannot win, bloodsucker! This battlefield is ours! This war is ours! We won't give up! We won't die! You will rot in hell for all eternity! You will fall!" The gigantic creature bellowed in agony and fury, even though death loomed so close. A savage spark gleamed in its gaze. Its bellow twisted into a damp, choking noise as divine flames and blood essence ripped it apart from within.

The werevampire leader collapsed, its colossal body slumping into the devastated soil. Once its vitality faded away, the leftover sigils broke into pieces entirely. The collective blood war formation collapsed inward on itself.

The leftover werevampires gripped their heads like their craniums were cracking apart. Some let out shrieks. Others lacked even a moment to respond before their veins burst open internally. Forms fell sequentially, presences snuffed out in mere instants. A handful stumbled backward, attempting escape, yet their limbs gave out, sinews no longer obeying as the broken hive-mind drained them empty. The survivors got cut down by Damon right from his spot. They had lost their edge and just couldn't keep up with him anymore.

At last, just the snapping of divine flames and Damon's even breaths lingered in the air.

Damon loomed above the remains, his torso heaving and settling steadily. Faint steam rose from the blood on his flesh, his presence still surging yet reined in, wrapping snugly around his form like a leashed predator. He rested a palm against the pack chief's torso.

The body trembled anew as dense red essence flooded into Damon's frame. Damon then gripped his free fist. Strands of red lifted from each fallen form strewn over the field, rising like fog drawn by an invisible current. They flowed to Damon in merging curves, weaving through broken plating, split skeletons, and torn tissue, until they surged into him in a raging flood.

The terrain grew dimmer as the final traces got sucked barren.

Damon shut his eyes while absorbing it all. Alerts flooded in successively, yet prior to fully processing them, his eyes snapped wide, and his stare grew icy. Solitude had ended once more.

He at last grasped the werevampire's words about Damon's impossible victory on this field. Numerous shadows emerged surrounding him. Plus, each pair of their eyes burned with red light.

A sudden realization hit Damon. Imagine if the full force lingered here? The whole legion that battled and vanished during the ancient war...

Additional vampiric monster freaks charged at him. Every one bore the power of a top C-rank warrior, and Damon remained somewhat between the fringes and the central zones. He hadn't ventured into the actual heart of the wilds. Beyond that lay the fabled core zone harboring horrors that even B-ranks dreaded.

Nobody could confirm what held truth or lies. The whole layout relied on guesses and tales from select ancestors. Still, Damon recognized one fact.

The freaks confronting him now seemed like basic troops fused with creatures. That alone justified such vast quantities. Which implied the elite forces hid farther in the wilds, the squad heads, the marshals, the unit captains, the battle lords, and so on.

What level of might did these freaks possess?

Excitement heated his blood at the idea of battling them, though he wasn't prepared quite yet. He knew his present position. He remained unfit to tackle the genuine threats. He required greater strength. Far more.

And it seemed he had arrived at the perfect spot for that. If this section belonged to the vampire faction of the legion, maybe nearby zones held pieces of the opposing forces. Should he track them all and claim their abilities, talents, and combat knowledge... how mighty might he grow?

Yet, this wouldn't prove simple. He wasn't pursuing slimes or direwolves. He wasn't scorching bugs in a nest. He would clash with warriors who had battled lifelong and sacrificed their existences and spirits amid the fray.

Their tragic spirits found no peace post-mortem and kept warring on this doomed field for years upon years, maybe ages. He couldn't guess this accursed field's age or the duration of this endless strife. The utter insanity of it all left him reeling.

Damon swiftly pulled in all the blood essence and bolted ahead. He greeted the initial vampiric freak lunging at him with an enhanced Blood Cleave. He skipped a thorough check of the alerts and new abilities, but he sensed it clearly.

He instinctively knew which blood control techniques had surged ahead. The Blood Cleave sliced the first freak like a curving blade of execution.

Red glow burst forth, keen and unyielding. The monster lacked time for a cry before its body parted neatly in half, blood essence exploding in a fierce burst. Damon moved straight through the mist without pause. Yet another freak pounced.

Damon barely twisted around. A blood spear burst from the soil at a slanted path, skewering the monster via the mouth and holding it suspended. Prior to its twitches ceasing, Damon had surged beyond, blood cleaving once more, then repeatedly, actions blending in a merciless flow.

Blood essence streamed into him from every direction. He released his poison domain and blood domain repeatedly, turning the tainted terrain into his own killing field. The werevampires had leveraged their array to challenge him fiercely, but these fresh freaks lacked such fortune.

Further shadows streamed from the woods, scores upon scores upon scores, all radiating that same top C-rank force, and Damon felled them all without mercy. Endless vampiric techniques lay before him, precisely what he needed most, and he craved them every one!

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