N/A
It's been 57 years...I'm finally back, this time I brought a longer chapter, almost twice as long as usual, enjoy it...I hate college...
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The air was thick with tension as Lucius stood with his hands casually tucked into his pockets, a cloud of dust swirling around him. He let out a deep sigh, and in the same instant, the air around him seemed to shatter. The sound of the air being cut reverberated through the space, and Lucius's head jerked to the side just in time to avoid a decrepit arm that whizzed past his ear at incredible velocity. With a hint of a smile, Lucius's hand shot out and grasped the arm, his fingers closing into a fist with swift speed. In a swift, powerful motion, he punched the boss's chest, causing the ground beneath him to shatter and collapse into a sizable crater.
Lucius swiftly unleashed a kick that sent the boss's head flying, crashing into the ground with a force that shattered the concrete beneath him. The impact was so intense that the boss was hurled several meters before the sound of the ground breaking could even be heard. He managed to grab the ground with his hands, stopping his momentum instantly on the empty street's concrete surface.
The boss slowly rose to his feet, shaking his head and croaking in a hoarse, dry voice, "Haa... shit."
As the old man moved his joints, the sound of bones creaking echoed through the street. His decrepit body began to stir, and he pressed his feet into the ground with an enormous, monstrous force. A crimson aura burst forth from his joints, and his skin rapidly turned red, as if his blood was boiling at an alarming rate. With a massive surge of strength, he propelled himself forward at incredible speed, compressing the air around him to the point where it formed a layer of intense pressure that seemed to envelop him like an invisible, heavy armor. The air buzzed with a deafening, powerful energy that shattered the windows of nearby buildings, sending glass shards flying in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, the old man vanished, leaving behind a massive explosion that shattered the ground beneath him and sent it sinking into a crater. A huge ring of energy unfolded behind him, expanding into a massive shockwave.
Suddenly, the old man reappeared in front of Lucius, everything behind him flying away in the process. The ground shattered, and nearby cars were reduced to twisted wreckage in an instant.
The boss clenched his fist and threw a punch at Lucius, striking his chest with a force that sent Lucius flying off the ground at an extreme speed. The air seemed to distort almost to the naked eye, and the ground where Lucius had stood sank, with concrete blasting out in all directions due to the monstrous force of the fist.
Lucius soared down the street, crashing through a building and creating a massive hole in its wake. Debris flew through the air – concrete, metal, glass – as Lucius watched, unfazed, as everything he hit was reduced to shattered pieces without stopping.
Lucius couldn't help but smile as he continued to crash through the air. Suddenly, the old man launched himself towards him once again, quickly closing the distance. The old man's leg moved with extreme speed, causing the air to vibrate around him. The attack hit Lucius' head with a thunderous sound, causing a nearby building to tremble violently and crack completely. Fragments of glass continued to hang in the air, and everything seemed to move in slow motion due to the old man's extreme speed. The dust flooded the air like a monstrous tsunami, engulfing everything in its path.
Lucius crashed into the ground, creating a crater as large as a building. The ground cracked and splintered with every passing second. Lucius simply smiled, his crimson eyes fixed on the old man, full of fun and madness. The decrepit old man launched himself at Lucius again, intent on delivering another punch with extreme force. But this time, something unexpected happened. The air seemed to vibrate at first sight, compressed to the point where it rippled and vibrated. A punch hit the old man's face, causing the air to explode and a ring of energy to unfold behind the fist. The air exploded, and the dust disappeared in an instant. The old man shot into the sky, leaving a trail of pure vibration in the air as he soared upwards.
Lucius smiled as he watched the old man begin to plummet towards the ground. He simply said, "Oh no! This is just beginning!" With a sudden burst of speed, Lucius jumped towards the old man, compressing the air around him. He quickly arrived near the old man and moved his hand swiftly, grabbing the old man's face. "I hope you enjoy the roller coaster!!"
Black wings emerged from Lucius's back, and he flew into a nearby building at enormous speeds. Lucius and the old man crashed into the roof of the building, which fragmented as if it were made of paper. They sank into the building, going through floor after floor, causing the building to tremble enormously. The sound of explosions resonated through each floor they crossed, and beams, pipes, concrete, and metal flew out with each passing second. Suddenly, a massive explosion was heard, and dust flooded the entire area. The building was destroyed, with a huge hole in the roof that extended all the way to the ground. The building was split in two, a simple sight to the sheer force of the destruction.
The ground was left in ruins, with a massive amount of rubble scattered everywhere. The dust was so thick that it seemed to engulf everything in sight. Lucius simply moved his right hand with force, and the sound of the air being cut resonated through the area. A fierce wind swept through, dispersing the dust in an instant.
Lucius gazed down at the ground with a smile, his eyes fixed on the old man who was buried under the rubble, surrounded by pieces of metal and shattered glass. A hand protruded from the wreckage, and a faint, old, and dry voice whispered, "Haa... my head hurts... damn..." Lucius's smile never wavered as he replied, "Oh..."
The hand sticking out of the rubble began to move, and the debris around the old man shot out in all directions. Lucius took a few steps back to create some space. The old man slowly stood up, his body covered in cuts, with torn skin and blood slowly oozing out. His face was shattered, his jaw barely held together by a small piece of flesh. He grasped his jaw and reset it, and his mouth began to regenerate before Lucius's eyes. In mere seconds, his jaw was completely healed.
The old man placed a hand on his forehead and muttered, "Haa... what the hell happened...?" He gazed at his decrepit, skeletal hands, his eye sockets lingering on them for a few moments. "Haa... this... isn't what I expected..."
He looked up, his gaze locking onto Lucius, who still wore a playful smile. The old man's skeletal body clenched his fists, and he growled, "But hey... at least I can still fight, die."
With a sudden burst of speed, the old man shot towards Lucius, who quickly reacted. The boss, now a skeleton-like figure with skin, threw a punch at Lucius, but it was met with another punch. The debris flew through the air like bullets, propelled by the fierce and monstrous wind generated by the impact.
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In a different part of the city, far from the intense battle between Lucius and the boss, a chaotic and brutal fight was unfolding. Hundreds of people with crimson eyes clashed with each other, their fangs bared and their eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. The air was thick with the smell of blood as the vampires fought for dominance, their territorial dispute raging on.
As the apocalypse had begun and time passed, the vampires in Philadelphia had become increasingly euphoric. The zombies that roamed the streets were no match for their superior strength and speed, which far surpassed that of an average human. Their skin was also resistant enough to withstand the zombies' bites, making them virtually immune to the undead threat.
In the city, some vampires with exceptional strength had decided to carve out territories for themselves, establishing factions that vied for power and control. The wars between these vampire factions had become a normal occurrence, with leaders constantly seeking to expand their domain. The struggle for territory was a never-ending battle, and the city was a battleground.
Currently, another faction war was taking place in a part of Philadelphia, with vampires fighting for dominance and supremacy. The sound of snarling, hissing, and the clash of fangs filled the air as the vampires battled on, their crimson eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. The streets ran red with blood as the fight continued, with no end in sight.
A figure cloaked in shadows stood on the ledge of a building, gazing out at the chaotic war unfolding in the streets below. The vampire's voice was low and male, his words laced with a hint of annoyance, "Haa... I hope that bitch isn't around... I want this place for myself..." His crimson eyes scanned the distance, his gaze lingering on the mayhem below.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he sprang into action, leaping into the air with incredible agility. He executed a flawless flip, dodging a piece of concrete that hurtled towards him with deadly precision. The concrete crashed into the rooftop, embedding itself in the ground and sending small cracks spidering through the surface.
The hooded vampire landed effortlessly on the rooftop, his eyes locking onto a figure in the distance. On the rooftop of another building, a woman with long, flowing black hair stood tall, her crimson eyes fixed intently on the hooded vampire. Her hair danced in the wind, and her gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness.
The hooded vampire's expression twisted into a scowl, "Haa... the bitch has come," he muttered, his annoyance palpable. He reached up and pushed back his hood, revealing short, brown hair that rustled slightly in the cold night wind. A sigh escaped his lips, followed by a wry smile, "Well, it seems I have to take care of this, after all, this is a war, right?"
With a sudden burst of energy, the vampire coiled his legs and launched himself into a jump, shooting off the rooftop like a bullet towards the black-haired woman. His trajectory was a perfect arc, his movements fluid and calculated, as he hurtled through the air towards his opponent.
The vampire, Mark, landed effortlessly on the rooftop where Liz was standing, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Well, it's been a week since we saw each other, right? Liz?" he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
Liz, the black-haired woman, gazed at Mark with an intensity that made her crimson eyes seem to burn with an inner fire. "Yeah, a week... Mark," she replied, her voice low and husky.
Her hand, which had been clenched around a few small concrete stones, suddenly became a blur as she launched one of the stones at Mark. The stone shot out like a bullet, and Mark barely dodged it by a hair's breadth, his head jerking to the right just in time. "Oh, not bad, did you improve your aim a little?" he said, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
But his smile faltered as he reached up to touch his ear, and his fingers came away bloody. He looked at his hand in surprise, then down at the ground, where he saw the other half of his ear lying on the rooftop, bleeding profusely.
"Haha... my ear... damn bitch," Mark growled, his smile twisting into a snarl. He clenched his legs and launched himself at Liz, his foot cutting through the air with deadly precision. Liz narrowly dodged the kick, but Mark's attack was relentless, and he was already coiling his muscles for the next strike.
Mark's leg muscles coiled like a spring, and he unleashed another kick that cut through the air with incredible force. His pants tore slightly as his leg tensed, and the sound of the kick was like a whip cracking through the air. Liz, anticipating the attack, quickly covered herself with her arms and knelt on the ground, trying to absorb the impact. However, the force of the kick was too great, and the ground cracked and sank beneath her, sending shockwaves through the rooftop.
Liz gritted her teeth, using the momentum of the kick to her advantage. With a swift motion, she moved her arms to the right, using her agility and strength to redirect Mark's foot. Mark, caught off guard, was suddenly hit in the chest with a perfectly aimed elbow strike. He gritted his teeth as he felt his ribs crack under the impact, the sound of the bones snapping echoing through the air. Mark's eyes widened in surprise and pain as he stumbled backward, his chest heaving with the effort of drawing breath.
Mark quickly retreated with swift steps, clutching his chest and gasping in pain. "Ha... it seems that you have been improving your skills, it seems that this will be more difficult than the last time..." He said, his eyes narrowing as he reassessed the situation.
Mark took a deep breath, tightened the muscles in his body, and assumed a fighting stance. Liz, anticipating the next move, quickly got into position as well. However, before they could engage, a sound comparable to an explosion rocked the air, causing the building to shake violently. Mark's eyes widened in surprise as he looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the disturbance.
"What the hell!?" Mark exclaimed, his voice lost in the sudden chaos.
A deafening explosion resounded nearby, and the top of a nearby building was torn apart, sending debris flying in all directions. The air was filled with the sound of crashing and crumbling as the debris hit the ground, nearby buildings, and even some unsuspecting vampires, causing bloody explosions and destruction.
From the destroyed building, a blur emerged, crashing into the street where the vampires were fighting. The blur moved at an incredible speed, tearing through the vampires and sending them flying in all directions. Some were hit and torn to pieces, their bodies disintegrating into a bloody mess. The blur was a whirlwind of destruction, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.
A massive crater was formed in the street where the blurry spot had crashed, sending shockwaves through the ground. The ground shook for a few seconds before finally coming to a stop. Liz, seizing the opportunity presented by Mark's momentary distraction, shot towards him with a blink speed. She jumped towards him and kneed him in the chest, making Mark gasp in pain from the sudden attack.
Liz quickly clenched her fist and began to pummel Mark's face relentlessly, her fists moving at a speed comparable to bullets. Mark's face was a bloody mess, and Liz's fists were soon covered in his blood from the repeated blows. Mark clenched his teeth and opened his mouth, his jaws closing tightly around Liz's fist. Liz tried to pull away, but Mark's grip was too strong, and she was lifted off the ground by the force of his bite.
"SHIT--" Liz was thrown to the ground by Mark, who hurled her to the ground with the force of his jaws. The ground beneath her cracked and slightly sank from the impact, and Liz gasped for air.
Mark released his grip on Liz's fist and touched his face, wincing in pain. The bruises from Liz's blows were still visible, but he only spat out a little blood and a broken tooth. "Haa... that hurt, damn bitch," he growled, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Haa... damn piece of shit..." The old voice of an old man echoed through the street, sending a chill down the spines of the vampires. The sound stopped, and the air was heavy with an eerie silence. Mark clenched his teeth as he felt a cold sweat break out on his body. Liz tried to get up, but his body seemed paralyzed with fear, as if he was frozen in place. Mark felt the same, his cold sweat dripping down his back, and a strange feeling creeping through his head.
"What the hell...??" Mark muttered, trying to take a step forward, but his legs wouldn't move.
On the street, an old man with a skeletal body emerged from the crater, his eyes scanning the area. He took in the scene before him, where a large number of vampires were staring at him in a mixture of fear and awe. The previous sounds of anger, attacks, and growls had ceased, as if they never existed.
The old man sighed and said, "Oh, a territorial fight? How far did that son of a bitch throw me...?"
He muttered to himself, "Well, time to try this out, I hope it works..." And with that, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
A nearby vampire suddenly exploded in a crimson explosion, sending blood and body parts flying everywhere. And then, dozens of vampires exploded at once, their bodies erupting in a wave of crimson explosions, as if they had been ripped apart from the inside out. The street was filled with the sound of screams and explosions, as the vampires were torn apart by some unseen force.
The hundreds of vampires on the streets were torn apart in a matter of seconds, their bodies shredded by an unseen force that moved with absurd speed and power. The streets were quickly filled with a thick, pungent smell of blood, and the ground was transformed into a river of red that covered the entire street.
The old man stood at the center of the street, his feet sinking into the thick blood that covered the ground. "Haa... it feels better, so... fresh," he muttered, a small smile playing on his lips.
Mark watched in horror as the massacre unfolded before his eyes, his body drenched in a cold sweat. "Shit shit shit... what the hell...??!" he whispered, his voice trembling with fear.
Liz managed to break free from her paralysis and jumped to her feet, moving a few steps away from Mark. She gazed out at the scene before her, her eyes taking in the carnage that filled the streets. The smell of blood was overpowering, and a normal person would have vomited without hesitation. Liz clenched her teeth and muttered, "Shit... my soldiers..."
The old man's gaze fixed on Mark and Liz, his eyes seeming to bore into their souls. Liz felt a deep chill run down her spine, and her body screamed at her to escape. She was going to die, like a weak dog.
Mark tried to overcome the fear that gripped his body, but it was no use. Liz clenched her teeth so hard that they creaked and some cracked. "Fuck it!" she spat, turning to make a hasty retreat.
But it was too late. The sound of air exploding was heard, and Liz stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud. Mark's eyes widened in shock as he watched, unable to react. The sound of air breaking was heard again, and Liz's body fell to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Blood began to pour out of Liz's head, and Mark's eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight.
Liz's head had a huge hole in it, as if something absurdly sharp had pierced it without warning. Mark's gaze fell to the ground, and he saw a small hole in the ground, as if something had passed through the ground without him noticing.
"Oh, not bad, I thought it would be a little harder to control this, it's... kind of easy," the old man muttered, a smile spreading across his face. Suddenly, the sound of air breaking was heard, and the ground near the old man shattered into pieces, as if something had crashed into the earth. Blood from the street flew through the air, propelled by the force of the impact, and some buildings shook from the enormous force of the blow.
"I'm finally here, it seems like I hit you pretty hard, don't you think?" Lucius' voice echoed through the street, his words dripping with amusement. The old man sighed and growled, "Shut up..."
The old man's eyes widened in surprise as he felt a strange sensation, and he quickly moved his head to the side just in time to avoid a sharp piece of metal that flew past his face. The metal piece embedded itself hard into the ground, as if it had been shot with great force.
The old man's gaze fell upon Lucius, who was staring at him with a calm and collected expression. "Well... I'll finish this quickly, I'm spending my time looking for interesting things," Lucius said, his voice dripping with a nonchalant tone.
Lucius moved his hand towards a nearby building, and the old man's eyes followed the motion. Lucius squeezed his palm with some force, and the building began to tremble slightly at first, but quickly began to shake with more force. An invisible force surrounded the building, causing the windows to shatter into pieces. Glass fragments flew through the air, but were quickly stopped in mid-air by an invisible force.
The concrete base of the building began to fragment rapidly, and the steel twisted under the immense invisible pressure. Lucius's hands were pressed together, his palms squeezed tightly as he focused his energy.
The ground around the building cracked rapidly, deep cracks extending around the nearby streets. Lucius smiled and raised his hands, and the building was successfully torn from the ground. A crater was left in its wake, filled with broken pipes and dangling cables. Pieces of debris rained down as they fell to the ground, and the building floated in the air, suspended by Lucius's invisible force.
Lucius's eyes sparkled with excitement as he gazed at his handiwork, a colossal spear made from the distorted building. "Well, not bad, it looks a bit deformed though, I need to get better at this," he said, a hint of self-criticism in his voice.
The old man's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the enormous spear, and he let out a deep sigh. "Damn...," he muttered, before quickly moving his hands and clenching his palms. The blood beneath him began to move unnaturally, as if it was alive, and Lucius's eyes lit up with interest.
"Oh, hemokinesis right?" Lucius asked, his voice filled with excitement.
The old man clenched his fists, and the blood began to rise into the air, deforming and forming a large shape. Lucius's grin grew wider as he watched, and he exclaimed, "Okay, show time!!"
Lucius pointed his fingers at the old man, closed one eye, and aimed with precision. He inhaled slowly, squinted his open eye, and whispered, "Bang..."
The massive spear of concrete and steel was launched forward, propelled by an invisible energy that sent it hurtling through the air at incredible speed. The air around it compressed into visible shock waves, and a deafening boom was heard as the spear cut through the air much faster than sound.
The spear generated a series of booms that resonated like chain thunder, and the hypersonic pressure created a trail of heat and energy that ionized the air, enveloping the spear in an almost blinding glow.
The old man quickly reacted, pointing his hands towards the enormous deformed spear. The blood quickly turned into dozens of enormous tentacles with sharp tips, which shot out at incredible speeds towards the spear.
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The city lay in ruins, a large crater a sight to the devastating battle that had taken place. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the destruction. Lucius stood in the center of the crater, his eyes fixed on the old man who lay on the ground, barely breathing.
The old man's body was a mess, his torso and head the only remaining parts of his once-intact form. The attack with the spear had been brutal, tearing through the tentacles and most of his body. The impact had been so severe that it had destroyed the surrounding buildings, leaving nothing but rubble in its wake.
"Haa... my kingdom... no..." the old man muttered, his voice barely audible as he gazed up at the night sky. Lucius looked at him with a casual air, his expression uninterested.
"Well, not bad, your attack was great, although not as great as mine," Lucius said, bending down to examine the old man's remains. "Uff, I did create a work of art, although I will have to improve it. Telekinesis is great, right?!"
The old man's response was a weak, hateful whisper. "Haa...fuck you..."
Lucius sighed, his expression unchanging. "Well, you're more useful as food than alive," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Suddenly, a huge shadow emerged from Lucius' feet, a massive jaw opening wide to reveal rows of razor-sharp teeth. The jaws closed around the old man's remains, swallowing him in one swift motion. Blood sprayed through the air as the shadow quickly returned to Lucius, devouring the old man's soul.
Lucius closed his eyes, a look of contemplation on his face. "Hmmmm...this is...interesting...finally something that is really interesting..." he muttered, his voice low and thoughtful.
Lucius leapt into the air, and black wings emerged from his back, their dark feathers glistening in the moonlight. He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye, and shot off in a specific direction.
As he accelerated, the air around him compressed, and he gained even more speed. A massive ring of energy peeled off behind him, expanding into a visible shock wave that rippled through the air. The sound of thunder boomed through the city, shaking the ruins and causing the remaining debris to tremble.
Lucius became a blur as he quickly left the city, his speed increasing to incredible velocities. He was a dark, winged streak, cutting through the night air with ease.
"So... school for gifted youngsters, huh..." Lucius muttered to himself, a smile still playing on his lips. "It's time to really move forward with all this."