General Samoa was steadied himself. His clothes were tattered, and the dignity of a general long removed from his countenance. His right arm was bloodied, and his left had already been severed beneath the elbow. His grandiose eyes were now filled with great caution, and his strong bloodline was reaching its brink. His unmoved heart could not help but tremble in worry, for the foe before him was unlike any other he had faced. While his bloodline laboured to increase his strength every time he clashed with her, her power was increasing as well. Due to this, his bloodline power had reached its limit and was unable to keep up with her constant powerups. He had always wondered if his power had a limit, but had never been allowed to explore that possibility – until today. Now that he knew the answer, he wished that he never had figured it out. For it seemed that the answer came with news of his demise. He would not be able to protect his king if this fight dragged on. The whitehaired Asura
The fate of General Samoa was that of death. His end was to have been at this juncture, scattered in the dust to join the bones of the many he had confined to the land of the dead; yet death did not come. No, it did come, but someone held on to it and stopped it from progressing any further. Death screamed for him, but this person screeched back, extending nothing but an arm to stop the sickle of death.Asherah, the white-haired Asura whose power grew by the second, was stunned for the first time since her transformation. She whose power could not be easily estimated was easily the pinnacle of this world, but the price of that strength was her sanity. Her madness had led her into a fit of rage and vengeance, yet at this moment she could sense that she was standing before a being she could not easily ignore. This being had stopped her attack, using nothing but a single hand to stop her charge.It was a hand. A hand that was so slender and pale that one would have immediately believed i
Every Ascender announced themselves flashily, and gods even more so. They did so by stimulating the elements or by covering the sky with just their aura alone. Each was used to being fawned over and feared, and as such, their appearance was always accompanied by overwhelming force; but Dracula was different. Once the seal was released, the already darkened sky remained as it was, and his presence became even dimmer. He seemed almost the same as he was in the beginning. With only his eyes changing slightly, adopting a turquoise dot in the midst of the crimson lake. An opponent who lacked the astuteness of perception would have dismissed his threat and underestimated him, but Asherah was not such an opponent. Asuras had a stiff nose for seeking out strong opponents, and their senses never missed the scent of a strong person. While Dracula felt the same, no Asura would dare underestimate him, for in this moment, he smelled so dangerously strong that it would be foolish to ignore his pres
“His current state is temporary. He would regain himself after a few days. But right now, he would be unable to remember anything. He wouldn’t even recognize me. Maybe he would recognize that we are of the same race, but he wouldn’t know who I am.” Alucard frowned slightly as he explained his father’s state to Mane.Mane nodded his head to show that he understood. As long as this wasn’t a permanent state, it didn’t matter; however, the young Supreme was starting to see Dracula’s reluctance in breaking the seal.“If this is merely for a few days, why has he always been against sealing himself? And why did he seal himself in the first place, and keep sealing himself after?” Mane questioned.Alucard secretly praised the young Supreme for being so sharp. He had only mentioned a few things, but Mane had been able to deduce from his words that this was not the first time Dracula had broken the seal, in spite of what he had stated earlier.“I cannot answer those questions young master,” Aluc
Dracula flashed his fangs at the confident Tucker. Disdain filled his eyes as his gaze travelled to Tucker’s neck.“Humans are merely meals for my kind. Why then does a human like you, one who is merely glorified poultry, stand so boldly before me, the Prince of Darkness? Do you not understand the intricacies of the world, or are you blinded by the self-supposed superiority that humans impose on worlds that hide their secrets from them?”Tucker did not react to Dracula’s words. Him speaking three sentences at once was already a huge improvement from his normal self. He was not one to be riled up by another’s words. Besides, he agreed with Dracula. Humans were weak. He was the same, his life only changing after Mane handed him the authority of the God of Destruction.“I must admit, your blood has a unique scent. Its pleasant enough that I, who only has a preference for female blood, am interested in tasting your blood. It swells and smells of mixed divinity; like the blood of a human a
“Hmm. So maybe you aren’t totally useless,” Dracula licked his lips with a slight chuckle. Mane who was expecting him to be unnerved by Tucker’s skill frowned at the unexpected reaction, but Alucard seemed unfazed. The son of Dracula knew his father well. Even though he was akin to a beast right now, his father’s core principle would remain the same: respecting the strong. Since Tucker had proven his worth, his father would now prove his.Tucker did not care about Dracula’s compliment. All that mattered to him was the task he had been given. Seeing Dracula’s impatience subside and be replaced by some calm did not make Tucker very pleased, for he had hoped to use the former’s underestimation of his abilities to his advantage. Alas, it seemed like it would be much harder to achieve what he had set out to do now. Still, it didn’t change what had to be done. Taking a deep breath, Tucker lowered himself and gathered strength into his legs. With a booming sound, he announced his assault, sh
Gauntlet versus Sword.Destruction versus BloodGrey versus RedIn the end, destruction prevailed.Dracula was sent flying by the deadly blow, Smashing into the ground several hundreds of meters away. Tucker stood solidly at the point of their clash; his eyes narrowed in realization as the blood blades disappeared all around him. He had finally figured it out; although he had to be so direct to find the solution. He cast his astute vision into the cloud of dust that concealed Dracula’s image. Although his sword had prevailed in this round, he didn’t get the sense of cutting into flesh. Dracula was still very much alive and active. Tucker’s mission of turning him into an invalid was far from complete. As the dust settled, Dracula’s unfazed image was revealed.“You truly are a refreshingly surprising human,” the Prince of Darkness chuckled, his red eyes flashing brightly with appreciation. The gauntlet he was using as a weapon had shattered, exposing his arm which had been twisted in a
War was a fragment of fate, and like every piece of fate, it could be everywhere yet nowhere. In reference to the former, every planet could be at war, but their conflicts would have nothing to do with each other. In reference to the latter, every planet could be at peace, with none of them experiencing any chaos. War was a strange thing. At times, it could be totally exclusive, meaning that several countries or even planets at war may be fighting for very different things. Country A could be warring against Country B because of limited resources, while Country C and Country D could be in conflict because they had vastly different principles. In these two cases, these four countries were all at war, but their causes for war were completely different. At times, war could encompass everything. Using the previous example, all four countries could be fighting against each other for resources, meaning that they were at war for the same reason. The universality of this individualistic fragm