SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Surprise

The moment Damon launched himself forward without any restraint, the wyrm’s eyes, vertical slits of molten gold, instantly moved to lock on to him. For a fleeting second, there was a flicker of surprise in that monstrous gaze, as if the wyrm hadn’t expected a mere insect to charge straight into the maw of oblivion.

But the expression vanished just as quickly, replaced by a huff of scorn. A rumbling snort burst from its nostrils, sending twin jets of superheated steam curling into the air, the embodiment of contempt and unshakable arrogance.

To a creature like this, Damon was nothing more than a flicker in the storm, a spark before the wildfire. But that flicker had dared to rise. And that, more than anything, caught the wyrm’s attention.

Its massive head tilted ever so slightly as if to say: Very well, let’s see how bright you burn before I turn you to ash.

Damon’s heart raced as he met the gaze of the monstrous beast, but this was not the first time he had come across a wyrm or fought against one. The last time around, he got pummeled to the ground and erased into oblivion, but this time around...

He charged ahead without hesitation. The scorched earth cracked beneath his feet with every step, mana roaring through his veins like a war drum. Around him, ten crimson lances spun in a deadly orbit, each one dripping with infernal fire and raw blood magic.

The wyrm’s gaze followed his path with arrogant calm, its vertical, molten-gold pupils narrowing ever so slightly. It had seen thousands of would-be heroes before, fools who mistook courage for power. To it, Damon was just another flame to smother, another challenger to reduce to ash. Yet for all its disdain, it watched intently.

The first crimson lance materialized in Damon’s hand, blazing like a shard torn from the sun. He thrust it forward with a snarl, and it howled through the air, an arrow of pure destruction. It slammed into the wyrm’s outermost divine barrier with a thunderous crack, shattering it into brilliant shards of holy light that scattered like broken glass across the sky.

The second lance spun away from him and launched forward with almost gleeful hunger, followed by the third, the fourth, each one piercing through the layered divine shields like they were paper walls.

Crack. Splinter. One after the other, they detonated against the radiant defenses, stripping the wyrm of every veil meant to make it untouchable.

By the time the fifth lance took flight, there were no more barriers left. No more radiant shields. Just the wyrm’s molten-scaled body, gleaming, terrible, and exposed. The fifth lance aimed to wound.

It screamed through the air, red fire trailing behind it like the tail of a blood-star, and it struck true, slamming into the beast’s side with a concussive burst that lit up the battlefield.

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