All Chapters of Hunters: The Prequel: Chapter 821 - Chapter 830

Three days ago, Mane’s fairy and guide had left. Alucard did not know the fairy well, and he pretended she was non-existent when he did perceive her because he noticed that there was a strong power cloaking her presence. He didn’t want to poke his nose in a matter that had no relation to him; however, a few days ago, he noticed that the fairy had disappeared. It was no longer by Mane’s side. He didn’t know where she had run off to, neither did he know if she would return; but if Mane’s change in attitude was indicative of anything, it was that she wasn’t returning. As for why she had left, Alucard did not know. All he knew was that she was gone.“Young Master, can you please give her another chance. I assure you that she would be kept in line.” Alucard bowed slightly as he pleaded Lilith’s case. He was a very intelligent vampire and understood more than what was presented before the eye. If Mane abandoned Lilith here, there was a very high chance that he would not accept her into his

Asuras, a race that had been so powerful that even the gods feared them. In the Dreamscape, they were a forgotten existence, a race thought to have been wiped out by the gods. In the True Universe, they were non-existent, for they had not appeared there before. Whatever the case was, they were too strong to be ignored. However, this race that had been thought to have been destroyed had reappeared once again.“It is not surprising given that Asuras are similar to the Supreme. Once they are absent from this Universe, they are coughed up once again by the Universe’s Will. I have no idea what that thing is planning, but to birth an Asura at this time…” Komfo Anoke sighed.Supremes were seen as a simple of power, but they were more than that. Supremes were born for a time of chaos, to fight against an evil that had risen or was yet to rise. That was the destiny of a Supreme; the fate of one who ruled over a universe. In the same vein Asuras were also born for a time of chaos. You see, Asu

As expected of the planet that was ruled by the Usurper, Shadow assembled many warships in under thirty minutes. Several strong warriors occupied each ship, and each ship was flanked on each side by Ascenders. The faces of the warriors were as rigid as rocks and their auras were as sturdy as the highest mountains. Although they were subjects of the greatest sky in this universe, their faces did not hold the pride that was birthed from such status. Hubris was far from them; it was as far as the east is from the west. Their eyes were steely and cold, and though they were not absolute like their king, their countenance was that of the sharpest blades. Looking at the neatly arranged warships, Shadow nodded his head in approval. Then he flew towards the grandest and largest warship, the one that was at the forefront. Landing on its deck, his figure flashed a few times. He passed by several neatly arranged rows of warriors, but he did not stop to give anyone a single glance. After all, he w

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

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