SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707: A princess in distress

Damon quickly made his decision. If these guys were all going for a Kingdom, then there was only one thing he could do. He too had to go for a Kingdom and not just any Kingdom. He would have to go for one so big that it would put the others to shame.

Damon’s thoughts snapped to a single name.

An empire.

One that had stood for centuries. One that spanned multiple regions. One whose authority was recognized by the Light Faction and countless neutral powers alike.

If he took that...

Damon exhaled slowly, blood essence stirring beneath his skin as plans rapidly formed and refined themselves. His blood avatar was still grinding, still growing stronger by the minute. It was now time for his true body to do something similar.

With that, Damon opened up a Blood Gate. On the other side of the Blood Gate, the hot, dry desert winds blew. "Hello, western deserts." He grinned. The answer to all of his problems was none other than the Great Western Desert Empire.

Be it the total amount of territories or land, or resources, no Kingdom or Empire could beat the Great Western Desert Empire. If he managed to obtain this successfully, then the Golden Throne event would no longer belong to the ten families. It would belong to him.

Damon stepped through the Blood Gate, and the world changed in an instant.

Blazing heat washed over him without any effect as golden sand stretched endlessly in every direction, dunes rolling like frozen waves beneath a merciless sun.

Damon then disappeared and appeared in front of the royal palace gates. He only had to wait a moment before a familiar figure rushed towards him. Coincidentally, it was not the one he thought it would be. Instead, it was the Emperor himself.

"I knew you would be back." The old man laughed. However, there was an unmistakable tinge of sadness in his eyes.

"What happened? Is everything alright? Your highness." Damon asked.

The old emperor stopped a few steps away from him. Up close, the weight of centuries seemed to press down on the man’s shoulders. His robes were immaculate, his back straight, but the vitality Damon remembered from before had faded, replaced by something brittle and tired.

"Let’s go inside and talk, Blood God. I am assuming you don’t want your identity or your presence to be revealed?" The Emperor smiled lightly as he led Damon inside the royal palace.

They entered a private chamber, no guards, no attendants, only a round table carved from a single slab of golden sandstone. The emperor gestured for Damon to sit, then did so himself, letting out a quiet sigh.

"You are not going to ask me how I knew you were here?" The old man smiled.

Damon chuckled lightly. "It’s fine. I knew your emblem had a tracking formation. I am not offended."

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