Kiss of the vampire
"The Girl with the Sharp sword"
Mission 29-30: Dragon punch and the Hero
As the two primordials continue to clash, Ben Rayleigh is up against two vampire leaders and four vampire knights. Maya and Denver are up against Lancer (vampire king) and Catherine (ice queen), while the horde of vampires, wendigo, ghouls, and halflings are up against our newfound allies, werewolves (EreBus). As I help the primordial werewolf to defeat the primordial vampire (Laxus),
As Ghelle regained her consciousness, she was shocked because of the battle in front of her, and she noticed a familiar figure beside a giant humanoid werewolf (estimated height 12 feet).
"D...Deyviel, she muttered weakly. as she tried to move but was unable because of the chains strapped to her wrist. And she saw blood pouring from her wounds at both of her wrists, flowing down the altar's middle area where the mouth of a statue of a creature is located.
"Wha…what's happening?" she murmured.
As Deyviel continued to fight, he was suddenly yanked by Lancer into the ground.Fuck!"
Lancer, towering and menacing, sneered as he pulled Deyviel down, the ground trembling beneath the impact. "You think you can challenge me, human?" he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "You are nothing but a fleeting shadow in the presence of true power."
"Tss, do you talk this much while fighting?. Man, I hate villains like you who talk too much," Deyviel taunted.
Lancer's eyes narrowed, his fangs glinting in the dim light of the battlefield. "You think your words can save you? I will enjoy breaking you, just like I broke your precious allies." He raised a hand, summoning red energy that crackled around his fingers, ready to unleash a devastating attack (blood swipe)! He shouted.
Deyviel braced himself, feeling the oppressive weight of Lancer's power bearing down on him. The ground beneath him cracked and splintered as the vampire king unleashed his Blood Swipe, a torrent of crimson energy that surged toward him like a ravenous beast.
With a swift motion, Deyviel rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack as it tore through the earth, leaving a gaping fissure in its wake. He could feel the heat of the energy as it passed, singeing the air around him. "Is that all you've got?" he shouted, rising to his feet and shaking off the dust.
Lancer's eyes flared with rage. "You will regret underestimating me!" He lunged forward, his speed blurring the lines between reality and shadow. Deyviel barely had time to react as Lancer closed the distance, his claws poised to strike. But Deyviel's reaction is faster as he dodges to Lancer's side and uses his Vampire Buster. The floating translucent blue is mimicking his right arm movement as Deyviel gestures to grab Langer's legs and smash Lancer to the ground repeatedly (like Hulk to Loki in Avengers). Here Loki treatment!" Deyviel shouted.
With a fierce determination, Deyviel's Vampire Buster surged to life, its ethereal glow illuminating the dark battlefield. As he grabbed Lancer's legs, the vampire king let out a surprised snarl, his arrogance momentarily shattered. Deyviel swung Lancer around with a primal roar, smashing him into the ground with bone-crushing force.
The impact sent shockwaves through the earth, causing the surrounding combatants to momentarily pause and glance over at the spectacle. Ghelle, still chained to the altar, watched in awe as Deyviel unleashed his fury on the vampire king. "Deyviel! You can do it!" she shouted, her voice strained but filled with hope.
"Heh, good job, kid! Ben Rayleigh said momentarily turning his head to Deyviel, and the two vampire lords used this opportunity to attack him, but Ben didn't take his attention off them, so he countered them with great speed, like he teleported to their backs, and then the two vampire lords began to turn into ashes.
"But how? they ask.
"Well, it's not that I didn't pay attention to you guys, but I just regard you as already deaf, so that's why,he said with a straight face.
"Damn you! Ben Rayleigh! they shouted as their bodies turned in. Ash completely.
Lancer, momentarily dazed, struggled to regain his composure. "You insolent human!" he spat, his eyes burning with fury. "You will pay for this insolence!" He pushed himself up, but Deyviel was relentless. With a swift motion, he pivoted and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to Lancer's midsection, sending him sprawling back.
"Do you accept coins?" Deyviel taunted.
As Lancer staggered, Deyviel seized the opportunity to unleash a flurry of punches, each one enhanced by the power of the Vampire Buster. The translucent blue energy crackled with intensity, each strike resonating with the force of a thunderclap. "You think you can intimidate me with your blood magic? I've faced worse than you!" Deyviel shouted, his confidence surging with each blow. As Lancer called his blood weapon once again, "Come forth, blood reaper!"
The air thickened with tension as Lancer summoned his blood weapon, the Blood Reaper—a massive scythe forged from the very essence of his dark magic. It materialized in his hand, glistening ominously with crimson energy, and the ground trembled beneath its weight. "You will learn to fear the darkness, human!" Lancer roared, his voice echoing like thunder across the battlefield.
"Heh," Deyviel just walked and back-kicked his sword (his Red Queen) that flung into the air and caught it and stabbed it on the ground and squeezed the throttle three times that gave it a red-hot glow. "Learn? Darkness? My ass. Then I'll show you how a flashlight works," he spat back.
The battlefield crackled with tension as Deyviel and Lancer faced off, the air thick with the scent of blood and magic. Ghelle, still chained to the altar, watched with a mix of fear and hope, her heart racing as she witnessed the clash of titans.
Lancer, wielding the Blood Reaper, swung the massive scythe with a speed that belied its size, aiming to cleave Deyviel in two. But Deyviel was ready. He sidestepped the deadly arc, feeling the rush of air as the scythe passed inches from his body. With a swift motion, he countered, thrusting his Red Queen forward, the blade glowing fiercely as it met the dark energy of Lancer's weapon.
The two forces collided with a resounding clash, sending shockwaves rippling through the ground. Deyviel gritted his teeth, pushing against the weight of Lancer's dark magic. "You think you can intimidate me with that toy?" he shouted, his voice filled with defiance.
Lancer sneered, his fangs bared in a cruel smile. "You are a fool to challenge me, human! I will drain the very life from you!" He twisted the Blood Reaper, attempting to disarm Deyviel, but the human held firm, channeling his own energy into the Red Queen.
With a sudden burst of strength, Deyviel pushed back, forcing Lancer to stagger. Seizing the moment, he unleashed a series of rapid strikes, each one fueled by the power of the Vampire Buster. The translucent blue energy flared with each blow, illuminating the darkness around them.
"You think you can win with brute force alone?" Lancer growled, regaining his footing. He swung the Blood Reaper in a wide arc, aiming to catch Deyviel off guard. But Deyviel was quicker, rolling beneath the scythe and coming up behind Lancer. Dashing under him, then with the full momentum of his body, he unleashed an uppercut.
The uppercut connected with Lancer's jaw, sending the vampire king reeling backward, his eyes wide with shock. The force of the blow reverberated through the air, and for a moment, the battlefield fell silent as combatants paused to witness the unexpected turn of events.
"Heh, how does it feel to be at the receiving end of the beatdown?" Deyviel asks. That was me still holding back."
Lancer shook his head, trying to clear the daze from his mind. The vampire king's arrogance was beginning to crack, and Deyviel could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "You think this is over?" Lancer hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "You have no idea what you're up against." As Lancer used his partial transformation, he began to change into a half-bat, half-human-like monster, his teeth now all long and sharp.
"Man, do you brush your teeth? Bruh, it's nasty, eugh... the smell… Bruh, you stink too," Deyviel commented on Lancer's transformation.
Lancer's transformation was grotesque, his body contorting into a nightmarish hybrid of man and bat, wings unfurling from his back and his eyes glowing with a malevolent crimson light. The air around him thickened with an oppressive aura, and the ground trembled as he fully embraced his vampiric nature. "You will regret those words, human!" he snarled, his voice a guttural growl that echoed through the battlefield.
Deyviel stood his ground, gripping the Red Queen tightly, the blade still glowing with a fierce intensity. "Bring it on, bat-boy! I’ve faced worse than you in my sleep!" he shot back, his confidence unwavering despite the monstrous form of his opponent.
Deyviel stood his ground, gripping the Red Queen tightly, the blade still glowing with a fierce intensity. "Bring it on, bat-boy! I’ve faced worse than you in my sleep!" he shot back, his confidence unwavering despite the monstrous form of his opponent.
With a powerful flap of his wings, Lancer launched himself into the air, soaring above Deyviel before diving down with terrifying speed, the Blood Reaper poised to strike. Deyviel barely had time to react as Lancer descended, but he rolled to the side just in time, feeling the rush of wind as the scythe sliced through the air where he had just stood.
"Nice try!" Deyviel taunted, quickly regaining his footing. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, heightening his senses as he prepared for Lancer's next move. The vampire king was relentless, swooping in again, this time aiming for Deyviel's midsection with a series of rapid slashes from the Blood Reaper.
Deyviel danced around the strikes, his movements fluid and precise. He countered with a swift thrust of the Red Queen, aiming for Lancer's exposed side. The blade connected, but Lancer's dark magic absorbed some of the impact, causing the vampire king to snarl in frustration. "You think you can wound me? I am eternal!" he roared, swinging the Blood Reaper in a wide arc, forcing Deyviel to leap back to avoid being cleaved in two.
"You might be immortal, but it doesn't mean you're unkillable!" Deyviel shouted, determination burning in his eyes. He focused his energy, channeling it into the Vampire Buster, the translucent blue aura flaring around him as he prepared for a decisive strike. "Let’s see how you handle this!" As Deyviel focuses his ki on his vampire buster, causing it to become bigger, now as big as a bus, he uses it to punch Lancer.
The ground shook as Deyviel summoned the full might of the Vampire Buster, its massive form towering over him like a colossus. The translucent blue energy radiated with an intensity that lit up the darkened battlefield, casting eerie shadows on the faces of the combatants who had paused to witness the clash of titans.
"Time to end this!" Deyviel roared, his voice echoing with determination as he launched the colossal punch toward Lancer. The sheer force of the attack sent a shockwave rippling through the air, and the ground beneath him cracked and splintered under the weight of the energy.
Lancer, caught off guard by the sudden escalation of power, barely had time to react. He attempted to raise the Blood Reaper to block the incoming strike, but the sheer size and force of the Vampire Buster overwhelmed him. The punch connected with a thunderous impact, sending Lancer hurtling backward like a rag doll, his monstrous form crashing into the ground with a resounding thud.
Dust and debris exploded into the air, obscuring the battlefield momentarily. Ghelle gasped, her heart racing as she watched the scene unfold. "Deyviel!" she shouted, her voice filled with horror and worry as the Ice Queen figure appeared at Deyviel's back, slashing him with his blood swipe, hitting Deyviel directly. As Lancer reappeared beside Catherine, smiling, That's a nice illusion you have, my dear," Catherine said.
Deyviel staggered from the sudden attack, the icy energy of Catherine's blood swipe cutting through his defenses. He felt the chill seep into his bones, momentarily sapping his strength. Ghelle's voice echoed in his mind, urging him to push through the pain. "I can't let them win," he thought, gritting his teeth as he steadied himself.
Lancer, now back on his feet, smirked at Deyviel's moment of vulnerability. "You see, human? You are nothing but a plaything in this game. Your strength is fleeting, and soon you will be nothing but a memory," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.
"So you're ganging up on me? Well, be my guest! It's time to be serious." As he said that, Deyviel's arm slowly changed into an arm full of scales like a dragon's arm. With a glowing blue pattern running down his palm and spikes to his knuckles, his hair slowly turning white, his one eye turns black and his pupil red. (And just like a nightmare, Lancer was struck by the realization that Deyviel's transformation is resembling the one race he fears more, the one race he erased the existence of from the face of the earth once upon a time.) Deyviel smirks. Come at me at once.
The battlefield was charged with tension as Deyviel transformed, his arm morphing into a powerful draconic appendage, scales glimmering ominously in the dim light. The blue patterns pulsed with energy, a stark contrast to the dark magic swirling around Lancer and Catherine.
"How... this kid has that kind of power? Lancer, are you sure you eradicated their race?" Catherine asks Lancer's voice in panic.
Lancer's smirk faltered for a moment, his confidence shaken by Deyviel's sudden transformation. "I... I will not be intimidated by a mere human!" he growled, though the tremor in his voice betrayed his unease.
Deyviel flexed his newly transformed arm, feeling the surge of power coursing through him. "You should be scared," he replied, his voice low and steady. "Because now, I’m not holding back."
With a powerful leap, Deyviel launched himself at Lancer and Catherine, the ground shaking beneath him as he closed the distance. The draconic arm glowed with energy, ready to unleash a devastating blow. Lancer, regaining his composure, raised the Blood Reaper to intercept, but Deyviel was faster.
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With a fierce roar, Deyviel swung his fully transformed vampire buster arm. forward, the scales glinting in the dim light as he aimed for Lancer. The vampire king barely had time to react as the force of Deyviel's attack collided with the Blood Reaper, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The impact resonated like thunder, and Lancer was thrown off balance, his grip on the scythe faltering.
Catherine, sensing the shift in momentum, quickly conjured a wall of ice to shield herself and Lancer. "We need to regroup!" she shouted, her voice laced with urgency. The ice barrier shimmered with a cold light, but Deyviel was undeterred. He could feel the power surging through him, and he was ready to unleash it.
With a fierce determination, Deyviel charged forward, his draconic arm glowing with an intense blue energy. The battlefield around him seemed to fade into the background as he focused solely on Lancer and Catherine, the two figures who had caused so much pain and suffering.
"Regroup? You think you can just hide behind your ice walls?" Deyviel shouted, his voice echoing with power. He leaped into the air, soaring above the ice barrier, and aimed a devastating punch at Lancer, who was still recovering from the impact of Deyviel's previous attack.
Lancer's eyes widened in shock as Deyviel descended like a meteor, the force of his draconic arm ready to crush anything in its path. "No! Get back!" Lancer shouted, raising the Blood Reaper in a desperate attempt to block the incoming strike.
The collision was cataclysmic. Deyviel's punch connected with the Blood Reaper, and the resulting shockwave sent ice shards flying in all directions, shattering Catherine's barrier and scattering the nearby combatants. The ground beneath them cracked and splintered, creating a massive crater where the two forces met. But Deyviel is getting pushback from the two forces from Lancer and Catherine, and then Maya joins in, unleashing her own attack and helping Deyviel.
Maya and Denver surged onto the battlefield, her presence a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. With a fierce determination in her eyes, she channeled her energy, summoning a torrent of flames that danced around her like a living entity. "Deyviel! We're here to back you up!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the din of battle.
"Go for it, brother! Kick that bloodsucker's ass!" Denver shouted.
"With pleasure," I replied as I dashed towards Lancer, but all of a sudden, a large beam of red light hit Deyviel.Fuck!"
The beam of red light struck Deyviel with a force that sent him sprawling to the ground, the impact reverberating through the battlefield. He grunted in pain, feeling the energy sapping his strength momentarily. As he struggled to regain his footing, he glanced up to see Catherine, her hands glowing with dark magic, a wicked smile on her face.
"Did you really think you could take us on alone? Beat me, the vampire king?! When you couldn't fathom which is my illusion or the real me hahaha stop dreaming brat," Lancer taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "I don't know how on earth you stumbled on that kind of power or your last kin, but it turns out you haven't hatched yet. Hahaha, it's better to deal with you than wait for you to get used to your powers. Say your prayers now, brat!" Lancer shouted, and then he unleashed a devastating slash on Deyviel, who was unable to move because of the recoil of his cancel transformation. "Fuck" as the large wave of blood swipe hit Deyviel directly.
Deyviel felt the searing pain as Lancer's Blood Swipe tore through him, the dark energy slicing into his flesh and sending him crashing to the ground. The world around him blurred, and for a moment, he struggled to breathe, the weight of despair pressing down on him. Ghelle's voice echoed in his mind, urging him to fight, but the darkness threatened to consume him.
"Get up, Deyviel!" Maya shouted, her voice cutting through the haze. She was already charging toward Lancer, flames swirling around her fists, ready to unleash her fury. Denver was right beside her, his own energy crackling with power as he prepared to join the fray.
With a surge of willpower, Deyviel pushed himself up, gritting his teeth against the pain. He could feel the warmth of his blood pooling around him, but he refused to let it defeat him. "I won't give up," he muttered, determination igniting within him.
Lancer, sensing Deyviel's resurgence, turned his attention back to him, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "You think you can stand against me after that? You're nothing but a broken toy!" he taunted, raising the Blood Reaper once more, ready to strike.
"I'm not your dildo, you fucker," Deyviel spat back.
With a fierce roar, Deyviel summoned every ounce of strength he had left, pushing through the pain that coursed through his body. As he grabbed his red queen and swung it against Lancer's blood weapon.
The clash of their weapons sent shockwaves through the battlefield, the sound echoing like thunder as Deyviel's Red Queen met Lancer's Blood Reaper. The force of the impact reverberated through Deyviel's arm, but he held firm, channeling the pain into his resolve.
"You think you can match me?" Lancer sneered, his eyes narrowing as he pushed against Deyviel's blade, trying to overpower him. "You are nothing but a fleeting moment in my eternal existence!"
Deyviel gritted his teeth, feeling the weight of Lancer's dark magic pressing down on him. "I may be human, but I refuse to be a victim!" he shouted, summoning the last remnants of his energy. With a primal roar, he pushed back against Lancer, forcing the vampire king to stagger.
Maya and Denver, sensing Deyviel's struggle, surged forward. But Catherine stopped them.
"Hey, my dear niece, don't disturb them. I'm your opponent, remember?" Catherine sneered at them.
"So I'm free to go? Denver asks, but Catherine glares at him. "Ow… what a greedy bitch, huh? You want two opponents, huh? Hey, Lady (Maya), you're right; I'm there. Denver gestures, and Maya quickly understands him.
Maya nodded, her eyes narrowing as she focused on Catherine. "We can take her together, Denver. Let’s show her what we’re made of!"
With a synchronized movement, they charged at Catherine, their energies intertwining as they prepared to unleash a combined attack. Flames and electric energy crackled around them, creating a dazzling display of power that illuminated the dark battlefield.
Meanwhile, Deyviel was locked in a fierce struggle with Lancer, the vampire king's Blood Reaper pressing down against his Red Queen. The two forces clashed, sending shockwaves rippling through the ground. Deyviel could feel the weight of Lancer's dark magic, but he refused to back down. He uses his sword full throttle again to give his sword explosive power.
With a fierce determination, Deyviel channeled every ounce of energy he had left into the Red Queen, feeling the blade hum with power as it absorbed his resolve. The air around him crackled with intensity, and the ground trembled beneath their feet as he prepared to unleash a devastating counterattack.
"Time to end this!" Deyviel shouted, his voice echoing with defiance. He pushed against Lancer's Blood Reaper, feeling the dark magic pressing down on him, but he refused to yield. With a primal roar, he unleashed a powerful upward slash, the Red Queen glowing with an explosive energy that illuminated the battlefield..
The clash of their weapons sent shockwaves rippling through the air, and the ground beneath them cracked and splintered. Deyviel's strike connected with Lancer's Blood Reaper, the force of the impact creating a blinding flash of light that momentarily obscured everything around them. Shattering both of their weapons. Sending the both of them flying in different directions.
The battlefield erupted in chaos as the shockwave from the clash of Deyviel's Red Queen and Lancer's Blood Reaper sent combatants sprawling. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring the view of the ongoing battle. Deyviel felt the force of the impact reverberate through his body, but he refused to let it defeat him. He landed hard on the ground, rolling to absorb the impact, and quickly pushed himself back to his feet.
Lancer, on the other hand, was thrown several feet away, his monstrous form crashing into the ground with a resounding thud. The vampire king struggled to rise, his eyes filled with fury and disbelief. "You... you insolent brat!" he spat, his voice a low growl as he glared at Deyviel, who was now standing tall, determination etched on his face. Ignoring all his wounds.
"Let's settle this mano a mano. Deyviel challenges Lancer.
Lancer's eyes blazed with rage as he pushed himself up from the ground, his monstrous form still trembling from the impact. "You think you can challenge me to a fair fight? You are a fool!" he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. The battlefield around them was a cacophony of chaos, but in that moment, it felt as if time had slowed, the world narrowing down to just the two of them.
Deyviel stood firm, his draconic arm turning back into a normal arm again. I’m done playing games, Lancer. You’ve hurt too many people and killed too many innocents. and it’s time for you to face the consequences," he declared, his voice steady and resolute.
"Innocent, huh? Then how about you humans? You kill many innocent children (halflings). Who among us is the villain? Humans like you, after catching our children, experimented on them. They used them like guinea pigs. Then you accuse me as a villain? A monster that's needed to be put down? Then what are you calling yourself? You're even worse than us. You're just like your ancestors!"
Deyviel's heart raced as Lancer's words struck a nerve. The vampire king's twisted logic echoed in his mind, but he refused to let it sway him. "I won't deny the sins of humanity," he replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "But that doesn't justify your actions. You prey on the weak and innocent, and I won't stand by while you continue to spread your darkness."
Lancer's eyes narrowed, his fangs bared in a snarl. "You think you can lecture me on morality? You are nothing but a child playing at heroism. I have lived for centuries, and I have seen the true nature of humanity. You are all the same—selfish, cruel, and ultimately doomed to repeat your mistakes, always selling one another, always killing each other just to elevate themselves. You humans are the parasite in this world. You are destroying it. I'm just saving it by eradicating you weak humans and turning the strings into vampires like me. I called it mercy!"
Deyviel's resolve hardened at Lancer's words; the vampire king's twisted rationale only fueled his determination. "Mercy? Is that what you call it? You think slaughtering innocents and turning them into monsters is mercy? Don't make me laugh. You're nothing but a coward hiding behind your power!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
Lancer's expression twisted into a snarl, his rage palpable. "You dare speak to me of cowardice? I have faced armies and brought kingdoms to their knees! You are nothing but a fleeting moment in my eternal existence!" He lunged forward, his claws poised to strike, but Deyviel was ready.
"Yeah, after this, you'll just be part of history, Deyviel spat back.
With a swift sidestep, Deyviel dodged Lancer's attack, feeling the rush of air as the vampire king's claws grazed past him. He countered with a powerful uppercut using his body's full momentum, aiming for Lancer's lower jaw. The blow connected, sending the vampire king staggering back, but Lancer quickly regained his footing, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You think you can defeat me with mere brute strength?" Lancer growled, wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth. "You are a fool to think that will be enough!"
Deyviel, breathing heavily but undeterred, squared his shoulders. "I may be human, but I have something you lack—heart! I fight for those who can't fight for themselves!" He charged forward again, his fists clenched, ready to unleash a flurry of strikes.
Lancer, now fully enraged, summoned dark energy around him, creating a swirling vortex of crimson magic. "You will regret this, human! I will show you the true meaning of despair!" He unleashed a wave of blood magic, the energy crackling with malevolence as it surged toward Deyviel.
Deyviel's instincts kicked in, and he leaped to the side, narrowly avoiding the onslaught. The ground where he had stood moments before erupted in a shower of dirt and debris. "Is that all you've got?" he taunted, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. Whole gathering ki energy around him.
As the dust settled, Deyviel felt the energy within him surging, a powerful force that ignited his spirit. He could sense the weight of the battle around him, the cries of his allies and the roars of their enemies blending into a chaotic symphony. But in that moment, it was just him and Lancer, locked in a deadly dance of power and will.
"You think you can dodge forever?" Lancer snarled, his eyes narrowing as he prepared to unleash another wave of blood magic. "You will tire long before I do!"
Deyviel smirked, his confidence unwavering. "I’m just getting started!" he shouted, channeling the energy he had gathered into a concentrated blast. As he remembers Master Eldrin's words: Lad, at your state now, you can only use that once, just like your partial transformation. It is not clear to me how you have that kind of power, but that's not the problem at the moment. So, lad, use that one charge when you see an opening that you're really certain this attack will hit. And not your allies. And once you use it you'll be unable to move temporary or worst, lose consciousness mid battle. So be mindful using it.
The air around him crackled with power as he focused, feeling the heat radiate from his body, his right arm beside him, his left in front of him, his leg spread as he charges up his ki energy. "Let’s see who has the last laugh." He shouted as he and EreBus's eyes met. EreBus winked at him, and then he understood. Cymac now!! He shouted as he teleported in front of Laxus, and then he targeted Laxus's cracked chest and unleashed his technique full force, called focus punch or… "DRAGON'S PUNCH!" He shouted as Laxus's eyes widened. At the realization that he is the real target of the punch.
The battlefield fell silent as Deyviel unleashed his devastating attack, the air around him shimmering with energy. The ground trembled beneath his feet as he channeled all his power into the Dragon's Punch, a technique that embodied the very essence of his newfound strength. The translucent blue aura enveloped his fist, growing larger and more intense as he focused on Laxus, who stood frozen in shock.
"No!" Laxus shouted, his eyes widening in horror as he realized the full force of Deyviel's attack was aimed directly at him. He attempted to summon his dark magic to shield himself, but it was too late. Deyviel's fist shot forward like a comet, the energy crackling with raw power.
The impact was cataclysmic. Deyviel's Dragon's Punch connected with Laxus's chest, the force of the blow sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The ground beneath them shattered, creating a massive crater as the energy exploded outward, engulfing everything in its path. Laxus's body was lifted off the ground, his monstrous form propelled backward as if struck by a freight train.
The battlefield erupted into chaos as combatants were thrown off balance, debris flying in all directions. Deyviel felt the energy of the punch reverberate through his arm, a surge of power that left him momentarily breathless. He had poured everything he had into that attack, and now he fell to the ground unconscious at the center of the storm, watching as Laxus was sent crashing into the ground, a look of disbelief etched on his face. As we can see, a massive hole in his chest.
The battlefield was engulfed in chaos, the air thick with dust and the remnants of the explosive clash. As Deyviel lay on the ground, his vision blurred and consciousness fading, he could hear the distant sounds of battle—the roars of werewolves, the cries of vampires, and the crackling of magic. But at that moment, all he could focus on was the aftermath of his attack.
Laxus, the primordial vampire, was sent hurtling through the air, his monstrous form crashing into the ground with a resounding thud. The impact created a shockwave that rippled through the battlefield, sending combatants sprawling and causing the very earth to tremble. Deyviel's heart raced as he watched the vampire king struggle to rise, his eyes wide with disbelief and fury. As Lexus slowly turned into ashes, "Damn it, cursed you all dragon kin. You're always in the way!.
"Heh, Laxus, don't you get it? The world is correcting itself; you weren't born here, neither do I. This era is for the new hatchling and newborn to inherit. Deciding isn't for us. Just accept that we've done our part for this world by protecting the past for future generations," he said as Lexus slowly crumbled into ashes.
The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos, the air thick with the scent of blood and magic. As Laxus disintegrated into ashes, a hush fell over the combatants, their eyes drawn to the remnants of the primordial vampire. Deyviel, still lying on the ground, felt the weight of exhaustion wash over him, but a sense of triumph surged within him as well. He had faced the darkness and emerged victorious, at least for now.
Maya and Denver, having dispatched Catherine with a combination of fire and lightning, rushed to Deyviel's side. "Deyviel! Are you okay?" Maya knelt beside him, her eyes filled with concern as she gently shook him. But he's already asleep.
"Man, for real? Sleeping at this time?Denver said. And Maya just chuckled.
As the dust settled over the battlefield, the echoes of chaos began to fade, replaced by a profound silence that enveloped the remnants of the fierce conflict. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood, but amidst the destruction, a sense of victory hung in the atmosphere. Deyviel lay unconscious, his body battered but his spirit unbroken, having faced the primordial vampire Laxus and emerged triumphant. When all of the sudden they hear a loud rumbling and the giant light shooting into the sky vanish. "Thank God, he stop it! The turning ritual( a ritual that lancer create to turn everyone into a vampire)
"But man, I wish that's the end... but we'd still have business to do." As he said that, Lancer and Catherine emerged from the rubble, fangs bared. The battlefield was still charged with tension, the remnants of the fierce battle hanging in the air like a thick fog. Maya and Denver exchanged worried glances as they watched Lancer and Catherine rise from the rubble, their forms battered but far from defeated. The vampire king's eyes burned with a furious intensity, and Catherine's icy demeanor was now laced with a palpable rage.
"You think you can defeat us so easily?" Lancer growled, his voice a low rumble that echoed across the battlefield. "You may have vanquished my creator, Laxus, but you will not escape my wrath!"
Catherine stepped forward, her icy aura radiating a chilling energy. "You may have won this battle, but the war is far from over. We will not allow you to disrupt our plans!" she hissed, her voice dripping with venom.
Maya clenched her fists, her flames flickering in response to the rising tension. "We won’t let you continue your twisted schemes! You’ve hurt too many people, and we’re not backing down!" she shouted, her voice filled with determination as she unsheathed her katana (sword) and pointed at Catherine.
Denver nodded, his own energy crackling around him. "We’ll fight you to the end if we have to! You’re not getting away with this!" he declared, stepping protectively in front of Deyviel’s unconscious form.
Lancer and Catherine exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of anger and amusement. "You think you can stand against us?" Lancer sneered, his fangs glinting in the dim light. "You are nothing but children playing at war. You have no idea what true power is."
Maya's resolve only strengthened at Lancer's taunts. "We may be young, but we’ve faced more than you can imagine. We won’t let you hurt anyone else!" she shouted, her voice ringing with defiance.
Denver stepped forward, his fists crackling with energy. "You’re outnumbered now. We’ve got allies, and we’re not afraid to use them!" he declared, glancing around the battlefield where the werewolves and other allies were regrouping, ready to join the fight. As Denver summons his soul weapon for the first time. As two short swords materialize in his hands, both of the swords have chains connecting both swords to their hilts. And then blue flame erupted from his back, just like two pairs of wings.
Catherine's icy demeanor faltered for a moment as she realized who Denver was. Fuck, at all places, why do guys like him reappear here? "But she quickly regained her composure. "Allies? You think they can save you? They are nothing but pawns in this game," she hissed, her voice laced with contempt. "You will all fall before us, just like your precious Deyviel. After we kill him."
"Heh, look who's here; after 600 years, a new hero arrives."