SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 740

Chapter 740 Long live King Samarishit!

For a moment, nothing could be seen except a violent cloud of red mist hanging in the air. Gasps spread through the gathered nobles, followed by silence.

The scythe faded slowly, its enormous edge dissolving into drifting blood energy. Where Damon had been standing, there was nothing left. There was no body, and no limbs. There was only splattered blood staining the broken stone.

The court members stared in stunned silence. Samarishit slowly lowered his hand. The towering blood avatar behind him dissolved gradually, its massive shape breaking apart into streams of red light that returned to the empty vial floating near his palm.

"It is done," he said calmly. His voice carried across the terrace and echoed through the courtyard below. The heir was dead. The throne would now be free.

Samarishit turned slightly, his expression once again returning to that calm, noble face which he usually wore. "Let the record show," he said with solemn dignity, "that the wastrel heir who betrayed his clan and sacrificed his own people has been executed."

Chaos ensued, and everyone started celebrating. "He's dead!"

"The wastrel heir is finally gone!"

"Serves him right!"

Cheers erupted across the terrace and even down in the courtyard below. Some nobles laughed openly while others clapped their hands in satisfaction. Several guards lowered their weapons with visible relief.

"Good riddance to that disgrace!"

"Poisoning his own clan… what a shameful creature."

"A coward till the end!"

One older noble shook his head with a sneer. "And this pathetic worm dared to call himself a king."

Several nobles bowed respectfully toward Samarishit.

"Lord Samarishit has saved the clan!"

"You should be the one to sit on the throne!"

"Yes! Only someone like you deserves to inherit the ancestor's blood!"

Samarishit did not smile, but the corners of his lips lifted slightly as he accepted the praise. His posture straightened, regal and composed, exactly as a victorious noble should appear.

"Long live the new king!"

"The throne is finally free!"

Samarishit raised his hand. "This is no time for celebrations. A war looms ahead of us. We still have an insurmountable mountain ahead of us."

Another noble quickly added, "Lord Samarishit, you should quickly ascend the throne. The ancestor's blood would acknowledge a worthy heir immediately. Once you inherit its power, those enemies outside will no longer be a threat."

Several others nodded eagerly.

"Yes, you must claim it before the battle begins."

"The throne must not remain empty any longer."

"With the ancestor's blood, victory will be certain!"

Samarishit did not answer immediately. His gaze drifted toward the palace halls behind them, where the throne chamber lay hidden deep within the castle.

For a brief moment, ambition flickered in his eyes, which he quickly hid. "I will oblige your wishes. I will accept the blessings of the ancestor's blood, but only because our entire clan is under threat.

Several nobles nodded approvingly.

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