Chapter 379
Chapter 379
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 379
Chapter Title: Vampire Assault (1)
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Was this a coalition of users formed to drag down Rokan, the immovable Rank 1 who had reached the realm of Beyond the Heavens?
It was similar, but slightly different.
The alliance of users was the same, but the key difference was that it was led by a specific group of guilds.
The Russian Guild Alliance.
These were the ones who had recently undergone mass racial conversion into vampires, and they were the culprits now scaling the walls and slaughtering the demon soldiers.
Among the horde charging behind them were familiar faces from American and Chinese guilds, but they barely registered.
Seeing pale faces like Cheryshev's made his blood boil in reverse.
These bastards dared repay kindness with enmity?
‘But how did they pull this off?’
Even as his body heated up, Rokan kept his head cool.
There was a contract between them, sealed by a contract scroll, wasn't there? Ignoring it to attack him? Their entire accounts would be wiped out.
“This must be it.”
He quickly pulled the contract scroll from his inventory. The light enveloping it had vanished.
The contract's effect had expired.
How had they nullified the contract scroll? It was simple upon reflection.
“Racial conversion.”
Crunch.
Rokan ground his teeth. The contract had been with the character, not the account.
But that character had undergone racial conversion, becoming an entirely different being.
Thus, the contract's effect was lost. The subject of the contract had vanished.
It was a ridiculous loophole, but ultimately his own fault for not accounting for it.
Blaming their betrayal alone wouldn't change anything.
“Storm Incarnation!”
So Rokan stepped forward to rectify this absurd situation himself.
Drawing on the enhanced power from absorbing the Titan's heart, he charged to break the enemy's vanguard.
“Gasp! It's Rokan!”
“Damn, he got here fast. Scatter!”
The moment they spotted him, they dispersed in all directions.
While he was away, they had done something to render the NPC soldiers powerless, exploiting their numerical superiority with all their might.
“Where do you think you're going!”
But so what?
In such a war, a single powerful hero could wipe out units, but defending the castle was another matter.
The textbook castle defense would be to hold the inner gates, but that held no meaning for Rokan.
Steal the castle he'd already conquered before? Let them try.
Even if they took every castle he owned, he could just take them back.
He had that much power.
“Full-body charge, Blink!”
“Gahk!”
So he took the attacker's position, not the defender's.
He didn't need many. They were mere greenhorns not even at level 400. One good hit followed by a few swings of his battle axe, and they'd split in two.
Thud thud thud thud.
“Annoying bastards!”
But they didn't go down easy. The instant his attack connected, they scattered into swarms of hundreds of bats.
Of course, it wasn't without damage, but it was far better than losing their heads in one strike.
Using vampire powers to minimize damage, they took positions at a distance, waiting for support from other vampire users encircling him.
“Bloody Vulcan!”
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
While Rokan swung his battle axe at one, the rest unleashed barrages of blood magic.
Bullets formed of blood and mana pelted him like machine-gun fire.
[Absorbing Blood Magic due to Blood Slaughter effect.]
But they overlooked something.
One of Berserk's skills: Blood Slaughter.
The passive that absorbed blood to amplify power activated, sucking in their strength.
‘Not zero damage, though.’
Confirming the system message, Rokan turned and ground his teeth.
It absorbed the blood magic energy, but the impacts still landed. His health chipped away bit by bit with each volley.
It couldn't absorb the sheer kinetic force of the blood magic.
“Aura Bombardment!”
Rokan unleashed a frenzy of power, but they had clearly studied him—quite a few survived.
“Argh!”
Still, it wasn't harmless. The vast level and stat gap meant many couldn't react in time, their bodies splitting open in death.
‘Not enough.’
Yet Rokan felt a thirst. At this rate, it would never end.
He eyed their positions and extended his battle axe low.
“Wheel Wind!”
The force that had massacred even the Heavenly Race's border guards erupted in one go.
“True Storm Slash!”
Adding Storm Slash's effect swept every bat from the area clean.
“As expected of Rokan……!”
“Don't fight him! Conserve your strength!”
The overwhelming power gap. They felt it, yet the vampires didn't give up. They kept maximum distance, buying time.
Exploiting the berserker weakness: time.
“You dare?”
But Rokan knew it too. In a fight this lopsided, no reason to fall for it.
City be damned, he erupted power, tearing fleeing vampires apart.
Rebuilding a metropolis was trivial with his wealth.
Ignoring the destruction, he poured out more power, ensnaring more vampires.
Seeing Rokan unaffected by blood magic—in fact, growing deadlier—the enemies' faces paled.
Could they really win? The worry surfaced, but the momentum was theirs. They had to see it through, whether Rokan fell or they did.
“Out of the way!”
Then, those fleeing at a distance stepped forward.
“……What guts.”
[Vampire Cheryshev][Lv 387]
Leading them was none other than Cheryshev.
The guy who fled at the first clash now returned with a smug leisure.
What was he thinking?
“Vampire High Castle.”
“……!”
From the ruins of the city Rokan had destroyed, a massive castle silhouette plummeted from the sky, crushing debris.
Someone's creation skill.
And Rokan knew the owner.
“Sharok?”
It was Sharok.
The vampire Rokan had given the divine beast heart to, pushing him past Grand Master, and who had fought Moltan with him.
“Long time no see, Rokan.”
“You bastard……!”
Unlike werewolf Kirito, whom he'd saved, Sharok vanished after one defeat.
Even after Moltan's death.
Kirito lived prosperously with his clan on granted land.
Had Sharok appeared, Rokan would've rewarded him for their shared battles.
“Did you infect these guys?”
Why had this guy shown up here?
No—given he'd likely led the Russian users' conversion, it was deliberate malice.
Why? What reason?
As Rokan glared, Sharok smirked coldly.
“Do humans disrupting the demon world need another reason?”
Cold demon eyes.
Seeing them, Rokan realized all Sharok's past words and actions were lies.
The apparent loyalty was calculated, and this emergence was to crush him before he grew too big.
“Is that so? Simple enough. But can trash like you do it? You don't seriously trust those ragtags, do you?”
It eased Rokan's mind instead.
As Sharok said, what more explanation?
The bastard bared fangs; Rokan would answer.
With violence.
“Who knows. Whether they're trash or not, we'll see.”
“……?”
[Vampire Cheryshev][Lv 387 + 15]
“What's that?”
Glancing at the smug reply, Cheryshev's level had changed.
Such a display?
New to Rokan, but adding the numbers explained the confidence.
Level 402. Forcibly boosted by some power.
Like his own past transcendent awakening.
[Vampire Rosnaldo][Lv 385 + 15]
[Vampire Parisolta][Lv 385 + 15]
Not just him. Many users led by Cheryshev had boosted levels.
Some hadn't even passed Grand Master, but crucially, over ten Grand Masters.
Sharok had diligently powered them up.
“Vampire High Castle effect?”
Had it always had this?
No. Sharok must have upgraded the creation skill. It felt oddly familiar.
“Divinity?”
Impossible. Sharok's level had risen a bit, but not enough for divinity.
Unaffected himself—either by design or insufficient for Majesty Master—Sharok was still under 450.
Even below Rokan.
[Vampire Count Sharok][Lv 431]
Promoted from baron to count, but barely 430.
Some special force or entity was involved.
“A Vampire Lord intervening?”
“To notice that—impressive. But your growth ends here. That one decreed your ruin; you'll find no footing in the heavens.”
“Vampire Lord, huh…….”
Rokan's eyes narrowed. His suspicion confirmed: a Vampire Lord was hostile.
But they were mistaken.
Think ten half-baked Grand Masters could take him?
Creation skill-boosted forces were sharp; normal Grand Masters couldn't face ten peers at once.
But he'd surpassed Grand Master long ago.
Their intel must be outdated from when he was "over there," or the vampire god just issued a vague "kill Rokan" oracle.
‘Fears or hates Storm?’
Heh.
Rokan's smile fueled Sharok's rage.
Underestimating or bluffing, he thought.
“Whatever. Let's see who gets uprooted.”
Intel gathered.
First: Vampire Lord.
Noting the name in his mental kill list, Rokan raised his battle axe, unleashing his true power.