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"Your blasphemy annoys me."
As the two talked, a gloomy voice floated over. Sergei and Pietro looked up to see the smoke and dust clearing at the ruins of the collapsed wall. In the massive depression, the Blood God stood tall.
Stepping over the rubble, half of his shattered head had already healed, while the other half remained gruesomely exposed, with blood and tissue squirming as it rapidly regenerated—a sight enough to make anyone sick.
But Sergei and Pietro only frowned slightly. Despite the grotesque display, they weren't children sheltered from the horrors of the world. They'd faced countless bloody battles.
They had endured inhuman pain and torture since childhood. This level of gore meant little to them.
Pietro raised an eyebrow at the Blood God. "That self-healing is impressive. Even after losing your head, you bounce right back."
The Blood God's voice dripped with arrogance. "Your strength is surprising, but it's a pity..."
As he spoke, his head finished regenerating. His dark red eyes gleamed with cold calculation. Though arrogant, he wasn't a fool. The brief skirmish revealed that these two humans were as strong as monsters.
Fighting them head-on might mean losing, especially in his current weakened state. He had hoped to sacrifice his followers for strength, but Sergei and Pietro reacted too quickly, evaporating the blood of hundreds of vampires.
An inexplicable fluctuation spread through the space, triggering an immediate alarm for Sergei and Pietro.
Pietro's expression darkened as he moved to strike, but he suddenly felt weakness creeping in. His blood seemed to rebel, wanting to escape his body.
Not just him—Sergei and Blade were affected too.
"What... is this?" Sergei frowned as his blood boiled uncontrollably. With his strength and deep knowledge of body control, he could keep it in check. But he could still feel the blood pushing against his veins like sharp thorns.
Blade's condition was far worse. Blood particles seeped through his skin, drifting toward the Blood God in a grotesque display. His extreme weakness forced him to kneel, using his sword to stay upright.
He tried to rise, but the pain from his rupturing blood vessels and skin left him helpless.
"This is blood magic. I will drain your blood and return to power."
The Blood God spread his arms, his dark laughter echoing as a massive blood-red magic pattern formed across the ground. But despite the imminent danger, neither Sergei nor Pietro showed any signs of panic.
Especially Sergei. He twisted his neck, his face expressionless and his will like steel, ignoring the intense pain as his blood strained against his veins. Clutching the cross sword, he raised it slowly. His hands gripped the hilt as he positioned the sword diagonally above his shoulders, his stance exuding near-perfection. A searing, fiery energy burst forth from him.
He was like a volcano on the verge of eruption, ready to unleash his power.
Pietro, recognizing Sergei's posture, knew exactly what was coming: Sergei was about to enter his overload state. This technique rapidly absorbed oxygen and burned blood, creating an explosive surge of power. Sergei had developed this secret ability himself, and even their boss, Leon, had been impressed by it.
But the overload state came with a cost. A massive amount of blood would evaporate, amplifying Sergei's strength for a short time. Win or lose, once he exited the overload, he'd be left severely weakened. If it weren't for his exceptional physical condition and his heart's ability to pump blood rapidly, he might have died the first time he tried it.
Sergei's tremendous energy temporarily disrupted the Blood God's blood magic. The overwhelming pressure emanating from Sergei's body bore down on everything, making both the Blood God and Blade feel sluggish, as if their bodies were trapped in quicksand.
"So this is his real power." Blade, still on his knees, finally showed emotion. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes locked onto Sergei, who stood atop the dry blood pool altar, blazing like an inferno. Flames wreathed his body, and even the ground beneath him turned black as if scorched.
Blade had known Sergei was powerful, but witnessing it now left him in awe. Sergei was like a volcano erupting, radiating heat so intense that even thousands of square meters away, Blade felt as though his own body was melting. He was pinned down by the sheer force of it and could hardly move.
The Blood God, however, was feeling the full brunt of Sergei's power. Panic set in. His skin had already begun to melt, and only his self-healing abilities kept him from turning into a puddle of blood.
"This can't be!" the Blood God roared in disbelief. "How can a mere human possess such power? You are nothing but creatures meant to take care of my desire for blood You all are slaves!"
Desperate, the Blood God performed an intricate hand gesture and chanted ancient blood magic, invoking forbidden spells.
As he spoke, the entire underground chamber seemed to be engulfed in a terrifying red haze. The world felt inverted, chaotic, with all light drained from it. Everything was dim and colorless—except for Sergei. In this darkened space, he was the only source of light.
Bright and burning, like a star growing hotter and hotter.
"Bullshit, turn to ashes!"
Sergei's eyes glowed crimson as black lightning crackled from his sword, veins bulging on his forehead. With a final, powerful motion, he swung his sword forward.
Boom!
The space lit up as if it were day. A terrifying, red flame surged, transforming into a roaring fire dragon that charged at the Blood God. Under the shocked gaze of Blade and the disbelieving, desperate eyes of the Blood God, the fiery dragon completely engulfed him.
Boom!
The entire underground chamber was swept by flames.