SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 217

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Chapter 217: It’s so...

"Perfect," Damon whispered with satisfaction.

"It’s so... gauche. Over the top. Completely lacking in refinement," La Rocha muttered, his tone thick with disdain. "It looks like a teenager’s fever dream after too much blood wine."

Damon happily ignored him. "Now let’s start with the defensive barriers, etcetera and etcetera. Make this place as strong and impenetrable as the metallic fortress was." His eyes gleamed, voice hardening.

"You cannot be careless with this part. The castle has to be absolutely untouchable. I want it warded against scrying, teleportation, curses, memory charms, and whatever other foul tricks these legacy bastards might try."

La Rocha sighed dramatically. "Yes. Yes. I will get on that."

"Do your job properly without finding loopholes. I enjoy not getting assassinated in my sleep," Damon said flatly.

"Fine, fine. I’ll begin the layering." La Rocha became silent as he quickly got to work. Damon could already feel several mana barriers and other sorts of runes he did not understand flare up here and there.

Behind him Sylvara and Artimius were staring at the castle slack jawed.

Artimius blinked several times, then leaned toward Sylvara and whispered, "Is it just me, or did our boy here summon an entire vampire stronghold out of thin air?"

Sylvara didn’t respond at first. Her wide eyes tracked the glowing runes and towering spires like someone watching a divine miracle unfold. "No," she finally breathed, voice reverent and bewildered. "It’s not just you. I think he really did."

A shrill shriek echoed overhead as one of the bat-winged gargoyles animated and leapt to a higher perch, its eyes sweeping the terrain like a paranoid sentry. Faint chants began to resonate from the walls, subtle, low-frequency vibrations that made the hairs on the back of one’s neck rise. Somewhere deep within the castle, a bell tolled once, slow and ominous, as if acknowledging the awakening of an ancient beast.

Then after a couple more minutes, La Rocha’s voice echoed once more from the castle walls, somehow both bitter and resigned. "Enjoy your brooding vampire fortress. I hope your enemies have a flair for the dramatic."

Damon grinned. "Oh, they will. But wait, I am not done with you yet. Make a part of the castle mana free next."

"Mana free?"

"Its for my family."

La Rocha’s voice became even more miserable. "Your entire family is going to stay in the castle?

"Then what? Why did you think I asked you to build such a big one? Quick get it done soon. I don’t have a lot of time."

The item spirit grumbled something in a language Damon could not understand. Damon did not give two shits about it. He only made a mental note to ask the item spirit later for a language compendium skill crystal or something like that so that he could be familiar with as many languages as possible.