SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God - Chapter 613

Chapter 613: It will consume you!
BOOOOM!

Damon was thrown sideways, tumbling through the dark like a stone skipping across water. His body hit the invisible ground hard enough to dent the domain itself. His ribs cracked, then knitted back together. His vision flickered.

The First’s voice resounded everywhere. “You harbor power you do not deserve. You wield forces you do not understand. And you think you can stand before me?”

Six daggers materialized around Damon in a perfect circle. Then they came for him.

SHNK! SHNK! SHNK! SHNK! SHNK! SHNK!

Damon bent, twisted, and forced abyssal essence into his muscles just to dodge by millimeters. Even then, two blades grazed his cheek and thigh, taking another chunk of his health.

This was not good. He needed to conjure a poison field with the abyssal essence to boost his regeneration. Otherwise, he was going to die without even being able to put up a fight.

Damon tried his best to activate the poison field with the abyssal energy, but he couldn’t do it easily like the skills. Or rather, he was able to bring out a weak field which was essentially useless. A weak lightning attack still had an attack power, but a weak poison field did nothing.

Damon even tried summoning [Radiant Wellspring], [Bastion of the Condemned], and [Divine Bladestorm]. But those were even more pathetic.

Abyssal energy was simply wild. The only thing that seemed to work well with it was the Wyrm’s Breath. Even the elemental and blood attacks were only barely acceptable, and such attacks paled in front of the First.

Maybe the small fries of the cult would fall for such half-ass attack power, but the First was already on an entirely different level to begin with. Shadow was also out of the question because there was no way Damon was going to beat the man in his own game.

Clearly, he had been fighting a lot longer than Damon had and had a lot more experience. This once again left him with only one option. His poison. His venom.

Damon exhaled deeply and got right back into it. Even the weak poison domain was giving him some healing, so it was a start. Now all he had to do was crank out the full potential of his venom, mixed in with the abyssal energy, so that it wouldn’t get consumed by the weird domain the bastard had set up.

“Easy peasy,” Damon muttered. He forced abyssal essence into his venom glands, into the core of that blood-red toxicity. A terrible burning shot up his throat. His veins glowed black-red. Every nerve screamed in protest. He felt as if he was going to explode from the inside out, but his Nine Million Poison Body held out.

“Poison Domain,” Damon snarled. Something weak and pathetic burst outwards.

Damon’s weak poison field flickered, sputtered, and nearly vanished under the oppressive pressure. A cold laughter resounded in the darkness. “It’s futile. You will fall today, and that abomination will be erased.”

Damon ignored the guy’s words. He was going to win today, and he was going to hatch his magnificent dragon. One way or the other!

He barely dodged the next attack and tried the poison field one more time. This was not the first time he was dabbling with a version of abyssal poison. Back in Erin’s lair, the miasma he had encountered also had an abyssal component to it.

If he could somehow separate it out from his venom, remember how it felt, maybe he could recreate it and conjure an abyssal version.

Damon forced more abyssal essence into his venom, ignoring the screams of his body and the violent backlash of energy trying to burn his organs from the inside. The veins along his neck bulged, turning black-red. His eyes glowed with a toxic spiral of colors.

“Come on… come on… work…”

SHNK! A dagger pierced through his shoulder.

Damon roared through the pain, grabbed the blade with his bare hand, and ripped it out as blood sprayed in a wide arc. He then slammed his palm into the ground again.

“Poison Domain!”

The domain sputtered out once more. Weak. Pathetic. Barely a green haze. The First scoffed. One of the daggers drifted lazily in front of him as if mocking Damon’s desperation.

“It won’t form. Abyssal essence is not yours to wield. It will not obey you. Just like that abomination on your chest. That thing needs to be killed.”

His words barely left his mouth when the next attack came and this time it was not really aimed at Damon. Instead, it was aimed at the egg.

Damon’s face turned ugly. This bastard was trying to kill his dragon baby. “Fuck you!” He shouted and this time released a build up of wyrm’s breath he had been preparing for a while now. If he could not get the poison field to work, then he would fucking break this entire domain!

The wyrm flame detonated so violently that even the darkness burned. Unless the poison field which required him to be more skilled in manipulation, this was simple raw brute power let loose and he was best in doing that.

A pillar of red-gold annihilation erupted upward, tearing through the First’s domain like a meteor shredding a night sky. The shockwave blasted the incoming shadow attack into nothingness before it could reach the egg.

The ground or whatever counted as ground here split open in a jagged, glowing fissure as Damon poured every ounce of fury he had into the blast.

The First recoiled for the first time. The six daggers surrounding Damon jerked off course, shuddering under the pressure as the wyrm flame carved a burning wound through the domain.

“Enough,” the First hissed. “Do you think I will let that thing hatch? Do you have any idea what you are protecting?! It will consume you! You will run around like a headless chicken under its control!”

Damon didn’t even bother to answer. He leaned into the blast, feeding it more power, more abyss, more fire, everything he could force through his body without tearing himself apart. The wyrm flame grew brighter, hotter, the lightning coiling around it turning more frantic.

Then in a single blast the whole thing fell apart.