Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: New Trick

Kaiden’s skin was coated in bruises that pulsed with every heartbeat. Blood trickled from his lip, dripped from his jaw, and matted the side of his neck. His ribs were certainly cracked. One eye was beginning to swell.

But he wasn’t about to keel over and give up.

Kaiden raised one bloodied hand.

He used his universe-defying skill, [Silent Casting] (???-tier), to cast [Fiery Burst] without saying the words.

A blast of condensed flame erupted from his palm and rocketed toward the vampire noble.

The monster didn’t expect it one bit. Not only was his focus fully on Kaiden’s blade now that he was in Wrath Stance, waiting for a desperate melee clash, but the wordless casting caught him greatly off guard.

*FWOOSH!*

The fire sprinted through the air, but the vampire was still ancient and fast. Too fast.

"[Bloodguard]!"

A crimson shield of viscous, semi-solid blood rose in front of him. The flames hit it with a violent roar, sending steam flying in every direction. The smell of scorched blood spread through the chamber as the vampire winced, not from pain, but surprise.

"You cast... without incanting?" he snarled.

Kaiden didn’t answer. He was already there, swinging.

*CLANG!*

The Twilight Ripper slammed against the blood shield and shattered it. Kaiden kept going, forcing the noble back with sheer ferocity.

The vampire parried with elongated claws, razor-sharp and empowered by corrupted mana.

*Swipe. Slash. Kick.*

Another flurry of brutal blows came.

Kaiden parried one and retaliated with an uppercut from the pommel of his blade, which was followed by a sweeping strike across the noble’s chest. It didn’t pierce deeply, but it bit. The silver alloy hissed against undead skin.

The vampire retaliated by slamming his palm into Kaiden’s chest, greatly hurting him despite the armor’s protective layers, sending him back a meter.

Both were panting. Both were hurt, though Kaiden a lot more than the monster. Nevertheless, the vampire wasn’t happy with this outcome; he looked truly pissed.

His jaw unhinged.

A shrill, unnatural *SCREEEEEEEEECH* tore through the dungeon halls.

Kaiden’s ears rang from the force of it, but worse than that, he saw it take effect.

A couple of the vampire wives’ thralls, the ones who had been hammering Luna’s field, chasing Aria through moonlight, attempting to overwhelm Bastet’s oasis, suddenly paused.

Their heads snapped toward the origin of the cry.

Their bodies twisted.

And then they all began running, galloping, lunging back toward their real master.

As if reminded of the hierarchy.

As if to show who the true alpha was in this pack.

The vampire stood straight, even as his robes were torn and scorched.

"You’re greatly hurt. Your mana is low, I can tell just from looking at you. So what will you do now that you have to defend your flank once again?"

Dozens of thralls rushed at Kaiden, compelled by their bond to the vampire noble.

It was hopeless.

Or so they thought.

Kaiden’s answer to the questions thrown at him was not a spiral into helplessness but a victorious smirk.

As if this exact situation, one man against a group, was where he was most at home.

"I was hoping you’d call for backup like the coward you are..." Kaiden muttered, spitting a wad of blood to the side.

And then, he turned his back on the noble.

Not out of mere disrespect.

It was as if the vampire no longer mattered in the slightest.

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