SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 730

Chapter 730 I am going to try something

Damon frowned. The poison did not have the effect he had hoped. It seemed like they had a really talented alchemist on their side. They were up to date with his poison, at least what he had used back then to destroy the cities. However, he had already changed it up since then.

Even though the group did not drop dead instantly, they had visibly become sluggish and weak. But surprisingly, even that did not bother them. "He is here! Everyone, be careful!" Mo Cheng shouted. The entire group took out vials of greenish liquid and drank it without delay.

"Oh… you even made other preparations?" Damon raised a brow, very impressed. But he was not planning to stand simply while the enemy took their time to drink antidotes and recover. By the time they had taken out the vials, blood swords manifested silently, dozens of them, forming in midair.

Each blade hummed with lethal intent, edges vibrating as compressed blood essence screamed to be released. Before anyone could make a move or even recover from the poisoned sluggish state, the many swords swung down at the same time.

The air was torn apart by shrill, slicing screams as the blades carved downward from every angle imaginable. Barriers shattered like glass struck by hammers. Blood sprayed across the red sands in violent arcs.

A man barely managed to raise his weapon before three swords pierced straight through his chest, pinning him to the ground. There was no room to coordinate. No chance to counterattack. The poison had robbed them of that critical half-second needed to react.

Damon didn't move. He stood there calmly as the slaughter unfolded, hands relaxed at his sides, eyes cold and focused. Blood splashed against the ground and then rose. Crimson ribbons peeled themselves off the sand, flowing backward through the air, returning to him in elegant spirals. The blood sank into his body effortlessly.

In less than a blink, it was over. Bodies lay strewn across the red sands, broken and lifeless. Elites who would have been untouchable legends in the outside world were reduced to corpses before they could even finish drinking their antidotes. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Mo Cheng collapsed to one knee, coughing violently, eyes wide with disbelief. The vial slipped from his fingers and shattered uselessly on the ground. From the looks of it, he survived by transferring his damage to an undead.

More undead started appearing, but it was useless. Damon stepped forward. "In the end," he said calmly, "preparation only matters if you're fast enough to use it." He looked down at the fallen elites, then at Mo Cheng, finishing what was left of him. "And you weren't."

Everything was different in his timeline, starting with him. Mo Cheng was a force to be reckoned with in his last life, but now he had died without even putting up a fight.

Damon did not pay attention to the guy anymore and quickly shifted his focus to Necrogod. Knowing the kid's attitude, he couldn't help but tease him a little, "Dude, what happened? I thought you were all that, and now you are on your ass?"

Unexpectedly, Necrogod remained listless. "Watch out for the golden storms… They are not normal…" He weakly muttered. "If you underestimate them, you will end up just like me."

Damon chuckled. "Come on, dude. Don't be a sore loser. If not this event, then there will be something else."

Necrogod laughed bitterly. "You don't get it, do you? This is it for me. There is nothing else. I am already dead, you jackass."

Damon's face changed. "What do you mean?"

Necrogod laughed without bothering to explain.

"Can't you just hold on until the event finishes, and then we will all probably be teleported back to the game world."

"…"

Necrogod's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

Damon moved closer to him, and Necrogod's eyes widened further. "What stupid idea are you thinking of, you bast-" Before he could finish his sentence, Damon already leaned and sank his fangs into the small, frail neck.

Normally, Damon would have preferred to do this part with no contact, especially when it was a guy on the other end, but this time he was trying something very tricky, so he decided to do it the old-fashioned way.

As soon as his fangs touched the neck, blood pooled in his mouth, and he could feel the rich blood essence mingle with his own blood essence. He immediately tried to forge a connection between the two blood essences to transfer some of the special distilled bloodline fragments still circulating in his body, fresh from when he absorbed all the blood essence from the dead guys.

However, this was easier said than done. His blood simply absorbed the other one and the connection was broken in an instant. "Fuck." Damon cursed. He retreived his fangs and looked at Necrogod who had now become even weaker.

"What the fuck… you bastard… why…" He weakly mumbled and looked like he was just about to faint.

Damon did not have much time. He knew he had already failed a lot when trying to do this but he was so close to getting it to work. Maybe just maybe… he could make it work this time.

Giving it one last go, Damon hurriedly focused inward and gathered all of the extracted bloodline fragments circulating in his blood. Using his entire will power and mental power, he forcefully pulled as many fragments as he could handle and in one swift motion, he took it all out.

A blood spear appeared in front of Damon which he grabbed by his hand and thrusted downward.