SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240: The true trump card

Just as Damon was about to open up the blood hall panel and deposit the blood, all of a sudden, a thunderous boom echoed, and a huge shadow appeared on top of Niera City.

Damon’s eyes went wide as he did not have to guess what this shadow was. It was a fucking wyrm! It was a huge ass fucking wyrm!

The sky tore open like fragile silk as the monstrous shadow descended, casting an overwhelming presence across the ruined cityscape. The ground shook once more, not from divine steeds or knightly charges, but from sheer primal fear as the players and NPCs both craned their necks to look up.

A massive, obsidian-scaled wyrm slithered through the clouds, each flap of its tattered, crimson-streaked wings stirring cyclones of ash. Its eyes glowed with hellish gold, and every breath it exhaled shimmered with molten heat, warping the air like ripples in a furnace.

A fire wyrm, a world boss-tier creature that had no business appearing in a faction raid zone, and yet one was standing right in front of Damon.

Damon froze mid-step inside the blood hall, his hand still raised toward the altar. Then, with a big, predatory smile, he withdrew his hand quickly. There was no point in doing any blood donations now. It looked like he was going to need all the blood for himself for this epic upcoming fight.

Damon’s determination did not falter as he once again dove back into the battlefield. He thought that Aurex, the sacred marksman, was the only trump card the Northern Sentries took out this time, but clearly he was wrong.

Whoever was behind everything had gone one step above and beyond to make sure all his attempts were completely squashed, with not even a little chance of success left behind, but that was fine.

If there was one thing Damon had learned in both his lifetimes, it was that the higher the wall, the better the blood when it came crashing down. He wasn’t the same weakling as he was in his last life. Whatever the challenge was, he would rise to face it.

The air had turned volatile, sparking with fire mana so thick it scalded skin. The wyrm let out a roar that cracked the heavens. A ring of flame erupted from its gaping jaws, sweeping across the battlefield like a hell-born tsunami.

Divine knights and vampire NPCs alike were sent flying, scorched and broken. Players logging in mid-battle were instantly obliterated, turned into ashes before they could even react. System notifications blared across screens like screams in the dark.

The wyrm’s descent was nearly complete, and as it dropped to the scorched earth with an earth-shattering crash. Meanwhile, Damon blurred across the field. Flames licked the air around him, but he cut through them like a shark through water, appearing near the wyrm.

A crimson lance immediately appeared in his hand, but a frown formed on his face. He could already tell that his attack was not even going to leave a mark on the huge beast. The wyrm itself was a colossal beast, almost impossible to defeat. He could not even see its level to boot, which meant it was at least 50 levels above him, potentially at least C rank.

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