SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 694

Chapter 694: Domain Coordination

The abomination stepped out of the shadows calmly, towering over the rest, its crimson fur threaded with glowing runic scars. Its eyes locked onto Damon with chilling clarity, lips pulling back to reveal elongated fangs.

"Blood sucker," it growled. "You reek of weakness. You should not have stepped in here. You do not belong in this battlefield."

So this one can even talk? Damon smiled thinly. "So maybe I will leave?"

The abomination grinned, revealing a cruel glint in his eyes. "Leave? What are you going to do when you leave? Your entire life will be plagued by weakness and mediocrity. You will crawl back to whatever hole you came from, forever wondering what it felt like to stand on a real battlefield."

The werevampires around it laughed, low and feral, their blood auras flaring in resonance with their leader’s malice.

Damon tilted his head slightly, as if genuinely considering the words. "Hm," he said after a pause. "That does sound inconvenient."

The abomination’s grin widened. "Then kneel. I might allow you to live as one of us. You will learn the glory of our ways and more importantly, you will learn to fight. You can shine in this cursed battlefield and taste victory when our pack rules over this world!"

"Ok. Sounds good. But I have a small suggestion. How about you all become my underlings instead?" Without any warning, Damon moved. He was unable to teleport out of the encirclement but his speed was enough to make his movements a blur.

In the blink of an eye, blood tendrils appeared everywhere and Damon’s figure slashed at three werevampires standing at the front. At the same time, divine blades rained down, piercing straight through the group of mass and muscles.

Unexpectedly, the tides of the battle did not change immediately. Blood-red sigils flared across the ground, interlocking into a crude but effective formation. A dense, oppressive aura surged upward as the fallen werevampires’ blood did not dissipate. Instead, it flowed backward, crawling along the sigils like living veins.

The pack roared as one.

The three bodies Damon had just cut down twitched violently, then shattered into clouds of crimson mist that rushed back toward the commander. The pack leader inhaled deeply, its chest swelling as the blood fused into its frame. Its muscles expanded grotesquely, runic scars blazing brighter as its aura spiked again.

And the pack leader was not the only beast that changed. All the abominations swelled as one, bones cracking and reforming beneath crimson fur. Their frames thickened, claws lengthened, and their blood auras exploded. Intense murderous aura, killing intent and a savage maddening energy filled the air.

All of a sudden Damon felt his vision blurring. Instead of just the few werevampires, there seemed to be countless of them surrounding him.

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