Chapter 380
Chapter 380
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 380
Chapter Title: Vampire Assault (2)
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“Blood Awakening.”
Was the power amplification through blood their exclusive domain?
Rokan sneered at them as he drew forth his inherent strength.
And immediately thrust out his battle axe.
“Super Transcendence.”
Using infinite mana, he unleashed all his skills at once, obliterating the vampires' citadel.
“N-No!”
Kugugugugugugu!
Master skill versus creation skill, but the result was devastating. The massive citadel vanished in an instant.
Not even half-destroyed. It was utterly pulverized, not leaving behind a single foundation stone.
It was a power that had once erased an entire metropolis, so wiping out a skill-created citadel was child's play.
“Rokan, you damned...!”
The vampires charged at Rokan, who had poured everything into that attack and was left drained.
But while his skills were sealed, his abilities hadn't vanished.
Rokan swung his battle axe at them like swatting flies.
Puk!
“Guh!”
The first vampire to rush in transformed into a bat but couldn't even dodge—its head exploded, and it crumpled lifelessly.
“You mad bastard...!”
The other vampires charging alongside halted at the sight.
If they had been forcibly elevated to level 400 like before, maybe, but now they realized charging in was suicide.
[Vampire Cherishev][Lv 387]
The levels boosted by the vampire citadel had reverted to normal once the citadel was gone.
Their presence no longer matched.
“Still wanna try...? Ugh!”
The vampires had lost their will to fight.
But at that moment, something lunged in front of Rokan.
Creeeng!
It was blocked by the Gale Armor, but it was no light blow. Even for Rokan, unable to use skills, it was hard to fully deflect.
“The vampire citadel can be rebuilt anytime. Nothing changes. You're dying by my hand today.”
Sherlock had seized the opening to strike.
Having dumped every acceleration skill and spell, his speed was terrifying.
Kakang! Kagagang!
But he couldn't land an easy hit. Rokan calmly faced him, countering.
If his attention had been briefly diverted by the others, maybe, but with eyes squarely on him, there was no way he'd take the hit.
Even without skills, his stats rivaling Majesty Master level weren't going anywhere.
“What are you lot doing? Attack him!”
Ziiing.
Feeling overwhelmed alone, perhaps? At Sherlock's shout, crimson eyes blazed from all directions.
The vampires' fighting spirit shifted.
‘Manipulation or mind control?’
It wasn't just their boiling battle intent that changed. Those with altered eyes charged heedless of their own bodies.
“Blood Nail!”
Puk!
Even if their heads burst or limbs severed, they flung themselves like suicide squads for one successful strike.
They no longer even tried transforming into bats to evade.
‘Bloodline dominance, as expected.’
Rokan was certain it was the higher bloodline's control activating.
A race that wielded the strongest coercive force over lower bloodkin—they were using that power to somehow land a hit on him.
From Sherlock's perspective, bloodkin could be remade endlessly, and users could resurrect even if killed—perfect cannon fodder.
“Blood Ward!”
He even erected a grand barrier using the blood of the vampires slain by Rokan.
[You are exposed to the Blood Ward.]
[Your life force slowly drains while inside the Blood Ward.]
[The absorbed life force returns to the ward's master.]
A vicious thing that amplified vampire power while slowly siphoning the opponent's blood.
“Kehehe, so this is your blood's taste. Overflowing with power!”
Blood droplets bubbled from Rokan's body like sweat and flowed to him.
Ecstasy lit Sherlock's face as he savored it.
Unable to fully utilize it yet, but the blood of one bearing immense holy power satisfied him even in small amounts.
“Huh?”
While pondering how to handle this feeble ward and fending off the swarming vampires like a pack of dogs, incredulity flashed in Rokan's eyes.
Brilliant light erupted from Sherlock's body.
Level-up effect.
Not just getting drunk on blood—he was accumulating experience in real time from it.
Kwang!
Rokan swiftly pulled back and swung his battle axe to shatter the Blood Ward.
But its defense was impressive; it merely rippled, withstanding his strike.
‘Gotta deal with this quick.’
Leaving it like this was trouble. Realizing that, Rokan acted immediately.
His skills still had time before returning, but he had one more way to recover.
“Time Reversal.”
Flash.
Rokan's body vanished from inside the ward in an instant.
He reappeared in the inner keep's direction from 30 minutes prior.
Before activating Gale Incarnation, in his original form.
“Gale Incarnation, Full Body Peerless, Blood Awakening!”
He unleashed his arsenal of skills once more. No aftereffects, resetting their durations from the start.
But it didn't end there.
Rokan had one more power left.
“Martial Soul Awakening.”
The Gale gear awakened, casting a ferocious shadow over the world.
“Gale Slaughter!”
He then promptly smashed the Blood Ward.
It could withstand internal shocks well enough, but external ones? Especially Rokan's fully powered ultimate—it was impossible.
Chararang.
The Blood Ward shattered, raining blood.
“Kaaak!”
NPC soldiers touched by the blood screamed, but Rokan was unfazed.
On the contrary, he absorbed its power via the Blood Slaughter effect.
Mixed with vampire blood, absorbing it unlocked another ability.
“Kneel before me!”
“Eheuk!”
Vampires charging at his mad roar staggered.
Not just paralysis or stat drops—their power sources shook.
The vampire blood absorbed into Rokan now exerted coercive force on them.
“M-My body won't move!”
“My power's fading!”
Beyond binding them, it even restrained their very strength.
“You damned berserker!”
Sherlock alone was unscathed.
Same tier despite the power gap, so his strength couldn't be stolen.
Absorbing a superior bloodline might have worked, but not now.
“Blood Sacrifice!”
“...!”
Then Sherlock unleashed power again.
Crimson energy exploded, engulfing the surroundings.
“Uwaaak!”
A killing blow at Rokan? No. The force targeted the vampires.
Crackle.
Vampires touched by the light withered like mummies.
They flailed cluelessly, but escaping the activated power was impossible.
‘Foolish idiots. Didn't see this coming?’
Poong.
Moments later, tiny blood essences were extracted from the desiccated vampire bodies.
Using them as sacrifices, he drew out the blood essence, the blood's quintessence.
“Come to me!”
“Damn.”
Sherlock reached out, and they were sucked in.
A spectacular sight unfolded as the small essences spread like a galaxy.
“Take them.”
“Huh?”
Mid-absorption, Sherlock changed his mind and flicked his hand.
Portions of the blood essence flew to Cherishev and a few others, absorbed.
From their view, it was killing fellow guildmates to steal power, but Sherlock didn't care.
He only needed strength to face Rokan.
[Vampire Cherishev][Lv 387 + 13]
[Vampire Rosnaldo][Lv 385 + 15]
[Vampire Parisolta][Lv 385 + 15]
Those boosted to 400 by the citadel were forcibly elevated again.
Temporary, no doubt, but they gained Grand Master, transcendent presence.
‘Figured Majesty Master was out of reach?’
Absorbing that much couldn't level them to Majesty Master, so he chose to bolster Grand Master allies instead.
Kakang!
Cherishev and two vampires blocked Rokan's swift strike.
They were repelled, unable to fully dissipate the force, but the block succeeded.
Vampire power didn't stem from raw strength anyway.
“Let's go again!”
Now the vampires held the advantage.
Most had withered away, but in exchange, they gained five level 400 transcendents—confident, they unleashed their powers.
“Chains of Absolute Binding!”
“Sword of Dimensional Severance!”
“Body of the Divine!”
Born vampire Sherlock had limited skill paths, but these users-turned-vampires didn't.
Inspired by Sherlock, they instantly created planned creation skills and charged Rokan together.
Charruruk.
Thick mana chains bound Rokan as flesh and weapon maxed-out strikes poured in.
Attacks grand enough to sound world-shattering.
Pfft.
But Rokan laughed at them.
He saw their massive mistake.
“True Gale Slash.”
Pukpukpukpukpukpuk!
Three melee users—excluding one caster—shattered into dozens of pieces, spraying blood. Reduced to puddles, absorbed by Rokan.
Lack of info and understanding.
A catastrophe born from massive misunderstanding of creation skills.
‘You can't just slap anything together.’
Creation skills could forge any effect, even overpowering items, but they weren't limitless.
Hoping to make a god-slaying sword or skill at mere level 400? Absurd.
With heavy special restrictions, maybe similar power, but vague fantasies only weakened them.
Divine body or dimension-splitting? Overreaching imagination yielded no power.
At best, combo skill level.
Failing to grasp that, charging Rokan blindly meant getting crushed.
“Hm?”
[Absorbed mid-grade blood essence via Blood Slaughter effect.]
Then, blood essence burst from the dead users' bodies and was absorbed by Rokan.
He instantly felt experience fill up, stats surge.
Unlike theirs, not temporary. Fully absorbed blood power granted permanent boosts.
“This is fun.”
Rokan, already overwhelmingly superior, still craved stats.
Skill and title effects bloated percentages on stats and attack, so even small gains meant huge leaps.
“How dare you take my blood essence...!”
Sherlock wore an aggrieved, furious expression at losing his painstaking essence, but Rokan grinned wickedly.
What if he absorbed this guy's blood and essence too?
With a chilling vampire-like expression, he swung his battle axe.