Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride-Chapter 661: The Moonlight Awakens

Lunaria hadn’t had the chance to prove herself since regaining a living body. She took in the cold, desert air with a wide grin. Even the filthy vapours from the undead couldn’t stiffen her mood as she flicked the green, acidic blood from her katana.

She didn’t linger on the pale zombies, which grouped up with their multiple weapons and instead tossed a handful of spare uniforms she took from thin air to Brunhilde behind her.

"Brunhilde, take control of your Delta Combat unit. Regroup and wipe out the fools attacking your Master’s thralls. Then focus on the undead leading my husband by the nose, and leave this battle to me."

Her voice carried a strong, noble tone that locked all other monsters in place. Lunaria glanced at Brunhilde from the corner of her eye with a smile.

"Don’t worry, you’ve done more than enough. I am greatly impressed. Brunhilde." This woman wasn’t some feeble nobody. Many might have forgotten her due to her submissive and affectionate style in the mansion.

However, she was also a princess of the Tepes clan.

She approached the undead, flicking her sword in a clear, crescent arc, placing it above her head in the upper row.

Her blade wasn’t an orthodox katana; the handle was longer, resembling the Nagamaki, an old-fashioned weapon similar to the naginata, and the blade was much larger, halfway between an odachi and a katana.

Along the blade’s surface, a small groove traced to the tip.

When Lunaria’s silver eyes shone, she sliced her fingertip on a small blade under the crossguard, letting her blue blood seep into the intricate groove on her hilt.

This blood carried an icy chill, granting the silver blade a beautiful blue glow as the blood drained down the groove.

"I’ve kept you, gentleman, waiting."

She spoke politely to the undead, while the Djinn also seemed to retain part of their personalities before death.

"....Argh...Sth...."

The leading Djinn groaned, clearly trying to speak, but lacking a tongue, he failed.

"Understood." She gave a slow nod, with a grimace. "I might not have heard your esteemed name, but I am honoured to fight such talented and seasoned warriors."

The flaming sockets billowed as he lowered his four arms and weapons, taking a stance, one broadsword pointed at her from his waist, while the other copied her upper row stance.

"Hurry and leave, Brunhilde."

Lunaria glared at the frozen maid behind her. This battle might be her first true fight since dying and losing her original body. Though she trained daily with Nikolai, suffering frustrating defeats... She narrowed her eyes that brimmed with confidence and excitement.

"Y-Yes, Mistress!"

Brunhilde hurriedly rushed to her feet, stumbling several times as she leapt into the air, clasping the stack of bodysuits.

She glanced back, meeting Lunaria’s eyes.

Then sharply turned away and vanished from sight as Lunaria chuckled at her fading back, before turning to the silent Djinn.

"Thank you for waiting. It seems you were an honourable warrior in life."

The Djinn didn’t answer, but swept his leading foot across the ground, grinding into the concrete as his muscles tightened.

’I see.’

It was time to fight, not talk.

A cold chill spread through Lunaria’s lungs as she inhaled deeply, small flecks of snow forming from her sweat due to her powers. The sharp prick pierced her hand, constantly draining blood into the blade, increasing the ice-blue hue.

’Nikolai, I feel so alive after meeting you... But I want to show you that I can fight and support you more than before... more than Selene... or Anya!’

She exhaled, pushing the air from her lungs and dark thoughts from her mind.

"Here I come!" Her body flew forward, like a bolt from a crossbow.

The Djinn’s eyes blazed brightly as he remained still, watching her in silence.

Lunaria clenched her abdomen tight, forcing the air from her lungs, creating a violent burst of heat that burned her throat each time she exhaled. The stark contrast of her inner fire and the outer chill created a burst of energy like lightning striking.

She leapt into the air, rotating towards the Djinn, with a beautiful silver-blue arc trailing after her blade.

With each rotation, she grew faster, the blade forming a magnificent zigzag of blue and red, where the flames leaking from her lips formed a secondary arc, running counter to the sword’s trail of light.

The Djinn’s body relaxed, his broadsword raised high, glowing with a faint pink shimmer, the power of its Soul gathering at the tip, bleeding along the blade. While its second blade remained locked at its waist, pointed at her throat.

"HAA!"

Like a dragon unleashing her breath, Lunaria’s blade struck, cutting down with a sudden stream of frozen air, her eyes shining bright silver as she took one hand from her blade, transforming it into a white werewolf claw.

Clang!

With two crisp movements, the Djinn and Lunaria cut through the air.

Shatter!

A pair of luminous arcs lingered in the air, with one stopping halfway, a bloody claw grasping the broadsword. Her customised katana held near the ground, the blade embedded in the Djin’s chest, cleaving him from the collarbone to his waist.

His second blade shattered, the tip embedded in the ground behind Lunaria.

Though a bloody wound traced across her cheek, she’d won the duel with this Djinn warrior.

Behind the tall Djinn, the other pale zombies stared silently, their eyes flickering as the tall male dropped, splitting in half.

"Hmph...!"

Lunaria flicked her blade clean of the filthy black and green blood with a huff.

The blood sizzled before melting the concrete.

’This reaction...’

She’d spent a lot of time studying while at the Volkov Estate, learning about the thing they called "Silver", a strange chemical that mixed with silver and other materials. This strange chemical allowed the SSS and Nosferatu to create anti-monster bullets.

’So it was from undead blood... no wonder.’

Somehow, it made sense that the antithesis of monsters came from death.

"Are you two going to fight me now, two on one?"

With a burst of confidence, Lunaria stroked her abdomen, the new life granting her additional strength to face these enemies. The desire to stand beside her husband and fight even through the dangers made her Lunaria.

Though she felt guilty for hiding and preparing to show up later.

’That fool would worry endlessly if I showed up sooner.’

Lunaria regulated her breathing, adjusting the amount of obsidian blood she wasted to adjust and use her werewolf and vampiric bloodlines at once.

Unlike Nikolai, she couldn’t restore the Obsidian Tide she used.

"Phew..."

However, this time the zombies didn’t give such an honourable response. The first zombie darted across the ground, his rapid movements like a water strider, gracefully reaching her range within a single breath.

"S-Shit!?"

The second, with its muscular frame, leapt into the air, holding two huge broadswords in the air, slamming them both down in tandem.

Lunaria didn’t even have time to breathe; her pupils shrank as her heart palpitated from her sudden urge. She clenched every muscle in her body, sending blood rushing to her limbs as they instantly transformed.

Her thighs and calves bulged with well-defined muscles.

Both blades came within inches of her as she pushed off the floor, shooting back using her feral agility.

Da-Da-Dah!

Her feet tapped the ground, sending her flying fifteen metres away.

Each step left deep cracks as she panted, restoring her balance. Sweat poured down her cheeks while two large fluffy ears popped free from her hair and a bushy tail swayed from he butt.

The two enemies recovered quickly after missing their first sudden assault.

’Fuck, this is dangerous!’

Much like the other wives, she’d been negatively influenced by Nikita, who often swore in R-Dialect when complaining about Nikolai or her unbearable desires.

"Feckless bastards! You have no sense of shame, teaming up on a fragile woman!"

Her voice became rough due to her transformation, the female werewolf more graceful and humanoid than Nikolai’s, causing a jarring disconnection between the pretty wolf girl and obscene and vulgar insults.

With one hand wielding her blade, the other transformed into a huge claw, she faced the two zombies with her blade in a low stance, a defensive form.

"Come on then!"

The huge zombie lumbered forward, rolling its shoulders with a mocking smirk, while the wiry zombie remained still, observing her with its chilling, flame green eyes.

’This is so exciting!’

A troublesome trait of werewolves was their predatory instinct, unable to ignore blood once it was in the air.

It didn’t matter if the blood was from a human, monster or the undead.

Lunaria sucked in the cold air surrounding her, using the frigid chill to dampen the raging fires in her chest. To win this fight, she couldn’t lose herself in violence. But with precision and well-timed attacks.

Woosh!

The huge zombie swung one of its blades across the air, almost severing her in two.

She leapt back, using her claws to push the blade off orbit, sending the monster off balance, revealing its back as she gripped her blade and thrusted at its exposed kidney.

Clang!

Sparks flew as two blades crossed beneath her blade, the huge monster on the floor in the distance.

"Tsk...!" She struggled, pushing back the wiry zombie, before adjusting her poise.

The wiry zombie cleared the distance in a blink, kicking the huge zombie to the side to avoid her lightning-fast thrust.

Lunaria furrowed her brows.

She analysed the two zombies, with the brutal strength of one, the god-like speed of the other. "It’s obvious these two were sent here to massacre all Nikolai’s maids and thralls without mercy... damn ruthless fucks!"

With a sudden burst of flame, her silvery-white hair gathered flecks of gold at the tips as she channelled a second blood art.

’Sister, I’m fusing our powers!’