SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 741

Damon smirked as he lazily swirled a drop of blood atop his palm. The group was staring at him with their eyes red and their jaws practically hanging open.

Of course they would.

Because the drop of blood he was playing with was none other than the ancestor's blood.

The very same drop that had been guarded for centuries. The sacred relic that every noble in the clan dreamed of inheriting. The power that could reshape the fate of the entire world.

The crimson droplet floated just above his palm, rotating slowly. Each time it turned, faint waves of terrifying pressure spread across the chamber. The ancient runes carved into the throne room pulsed in response, glowing brighter as if acknowledging the authority of the blood.

Several nobles staggered back.

"That… that's impossible!"

"How did he!"

"The ancestor's blood should only awaken for the chosen heir! He has already been rejected! He shouldn't be able to touch that blood!"

Samarishit's face had turned completely pale.

His eyes locked onto the droplet, burning with disbelief and fury.

"That belongs to the throne," he said through clenched teeth.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Does it?" The droplet spun once more. The throne behind him rumbled faintly, as though responding to his touch.

Damon leaned back lazily. "You people really don't understand anything," he said calmly. "The throne doesn't own the blood."

He flicked his finger lightly. The crimson droplet shot upward, hovering in front of his face. "The blood owns the throne."

A wave of ancient pressure flooded the chamber. Several weaker nobles collapsed to their knees instantly. Even the C-rank elders struggled to keep their footing.

Samarishit's aura flared violently as he tried to resist the oppressive force radiating from the droplet. "That power… it should have been mine," he blankly mumbled.

Damon chuckled. "You mean the power you were planning to steal after my convenient death?" His gaze swept across the room. "I must say," he continued lightly, "your plan was quite impressive. Killing the heir, claiming the throne, and presenting yourself as the savior of the clan."

The nobles stiffened. Damon's smile widened slightly. "Unfortunately for you… I managed to awaken the blood."

"Shut up! That doesn't change anything! You killed so many of our clan members! You will pay for your sins! The blood will never accept a low-life scoundrel like you! You have strayed your path! You will never be the King!" Samarishit hurriedly shouted.

Right after he finished speaking, someone else added. "Right! Long live King Samarishit! You may have gained the recognition of the blood but that doesn't mean you have the ability to wield its power! Lord Samarishit, test him! Make him bring out all the powers of the ancestor's blood! Don't let him get away with this! Prove yourself you sinner!"

Samarishit turned to look at the noble who had spoken out. A weird expression appeared on his face because the person who had spoken out was Lord Benalitish and he was usually a silent guy. This was probably the most he had spoken in the entire decade. Nevertheless… his point was very valid.

A few others thought so as well as one by one other nobles spoke up.

"Can you activate the clan blessing? Every single clan member should get a blessing!"

"Yes!" another noble shouted immediately. "The ancestor's blood grants protection to the entire clan. If you are truly acknowledged by it, prove it!"

"Activate the domain blessing!"

"Strengthen the castle barrier!"

The voices rose one after another. If Damon could not wield the true authority of the ancestor's blood, then everything they were witnessing was nothing more than a trick.

Samarishit's expression slowly steadied. The earlier shock faded from his face and was replaced by a calculating calm. Yes. This was perfect.

Even if Damon had somehow managed to touch the ancestor's blood, that did not mean he could wield it. The power of the throne was not something a wastrel like him could control. Only a true king could command the clan's ultimate treasure, their ancestor's blood. If Damon failed now, the court would tear him apart.

Samarishit straightened his back and stepped forward. "Yes," he said calmly. "Prove it." His gaze locked onto Damon.

"The ancestor's blood carries his will. It grants blessings to the entire bloodline of this clan. If you are truly its chosen heir… activate the blessing."

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