Monster Gacha System: Becoming The Final Boss-Chapter 163 | The Capital Siege Part 1

In the throne hall of the Clan's capital, the Vampire Progenitor, clad in his jet-black armor, rested as he gazed upon his last remaining True Bloods. The monstrous abominations couldn't be ignored.

Besides the True Bloods, no technologies or beings within the Clan could contend. So, there was only one path for them, and that was to fight.

"It must be handled."

"I will be relying on the two of you."

His words resounded throughout the throne hall, earning the bow of the two True Bloods who responded simultaneously. "We shall do so, master."

Hearing his last closest kin, the Vampire Progenitor nodded in satisfaction and gestured them to leave before his sight. The True Bloods didn't hesitate, walking away from the throne.

Outside the gothic castle was the gathering of forces led by the True Bloods. With the death of their leaders, they became part of a unified force under the command of the progenitor.

Each of them was the strongest of vampire nobles, merely an inch of purity away from succeeding as a True Blood.

Yet what made True Bloods capable wasn't their purity, but their capabilities to utilize imprinted domains. Without it, they would be nothing more than insects before the Paragons.

"I will protect the capital... I suggest you do the same." Duke November uttered, reminding his last colleague. The second True Blood was none other than Duke August, a remarkable True Blood.

"Separating now would be foolish. We don't have the numbers on our side." He furthered his opinion, prompting the cold colleague to nod in understanding.

This wasn't the time to be careless.

The Clan was currently being besieged. Its capital was about to be attacked by monstrous abominations that seemed to go stronger by the moment.

If they even required the assistance of their progenitor to protect the capital, then there would be no point for the True Bloods or the Clan's military to exist.

Before they could discuss further, a vampire hurriedly walked towards them. "Sir, reports just came from the northeastern and northwestern fortress cities."

"Both of them have already fallen!"

His words echoed, yet no one spoke. After all, every vampire nearby awaited the response of the True Bloods. Since only through the True Bloods could they act.

Duke November furrowed his eyebrows, realizing how troublesome their circumstance was. Three monstrous abominations, each of which was capable of overpowering a lone True Blood, were racing towards the capital.

"Looks like not separating was the best option," he muttered under his breath while Duke August nodded in agreement, remaining somewhat indifferent.

"Have the elders prepare our greatest aetheric technologies. This isn't the time to be saving weapons. If we cannot even defend ourselves, the capital will be doomed."

Duke November commanded, prompting the reporting vampire to immediately call the elders. These elders were old vampire nobles, skilled in the art of politics.

The technology they have gathered over thousands of years shouldn't be underestimated. These technologies ensured the supremacy of vampires long ago in their former world.

"We must be ready for what is about to come," he muttered under his breath, his crimson gaze cold and restless.

A couple of hours later, the capital prepared itself for a siege. Aetheric shields encircled the cityscape, protecting the gothic metropolis from the heavens and the earth.

Circular runic aetheric cannons hovered beside the gothic castle, levitating with grace and revolving motion.

In the distance, flashes of lightning gleamed through the stormy skies. What emerged was the silhouette of the monstrous abomination that swam through the heavens, the Leviathan.

Its roar reverberated through the cityscape, blasting everything nearby like a shockwave. The vampire elites felt a sense of dread in their hearts.

After all, they were confronting an abomination that only the True Bloods could contend with. In simpler terms, they were nothing more than fodder in this battle.

Meat bags that stood to inflate the numbers of the defensive force.

Duke November commanded the unified defense army of the Clan, comprised of over a hundred thousand vampires. It might be the strongest army ever gathered.

If it had been thrown into the invasion of the Federation, humanity would have fallen in mere days. Unfortunately, they would be spectators of an event that causes waves through the entire world.

"Sir, cultist activities have been rising to a staggering level." A nearby vampire reported to the True Blood, gritting their teeth in annoyance.

Since the invasion of those monstrous abominations and the collapse of the three northern fortress cities, a cult has been making waves in the Clan.

Such a thing shouldn't exist since they served the progenitor, their creator. But some vampires had become heretics, serving another being known as Lord Oberon.

Judging by how reverent the cultist was to the monstrous abominations.

Duke November understood who might be behind the identity of Lord Oberon. It should be none other than the young Aberrant, Damien.

Naturally, heretical vampires who do not serve the progenitor weren't allowed to keep living in the Clan. Most cultists were promptly terminated by the authorities of the capital.

Sadly, these cultists kept popping up like cockroaches in the Clan.

"Increase the personnel surrounding the aetheric weapons and the shield. I don't want complications to arise because of those heretics." He sighed to himself, visibly troubled.

"Understood, Sir. The authorities shall increase our patrol intervals while the personnel surrounding the aetheric technologies will be expanded further."

The vampire bowed, earning a nod of satisfaction from the True Blood. Without a tinge of hesitation or delay, the subordinate left, leaving Duke November behind.

Gazing at the blurred horizon where the Leviathan soared towards them, Duke November felt his crimson gaze narrow.

A sense of dread filled his dead heart. It wasn't pointed at the Leviathan, but directed at something else. A prospect that he couldn't perceive for some reason.

"Once the Leviathan gets in range, those aetheric weapons should fire. Afterward, the two of us will subjugate the monstrous abomination as quick as possible."

He uttered and turned his crimson eyes towards the dark corner of his office. There, Duke August stood, indifferent as before.

August wasn't much of a thinker like Duke November. He was more of a blade that needed to be wielded. He was considered the protector of the capital, the knight of the progenitor.

For this reason, he was exempt from the operation that resulted in the casualties of most of the True Bloods.

"Two more are heading our way. Luckily, those monstrous abominations don't fly. The extreme terrain between us and the northern fortress cities should buy us a day at most."

Duke November continued, calculating a strategy within his mind. Their plan needed to be adaptable since their adversary was capable of placing variables throughout the board.

Meanwhile...

Damien stood amidst the wasteland, his face contorted into a broken smile. The reason was that a gorgeous lady was embracing him. Her voluptuous body touched every contour of his skin.

Just when he thought he had lost his sexual urges, it seems that he was merely ignoring them as much as possible.

In any case, the reason why Yuki was hugging him tightly was because of his offer to give her a reward for her service. He planned to do the same thing to all monsters after the siege.

What he didn't expect was the reward Yuki would ask from him. Looking at it, wasn't this reward specifically benefiting him more than the beautiful lady in front of him?

Or was her mindset much different from what he previously thought?

At any rate, the hugging session took no longer than five minutes. Yuki took a step away from her great one and felt his warmth imprinted throughout her body.

A graceful smile etched her face as though she had undergone a moment of relaxation that cleansed her body of any filth.

"Thank you for accepting my humble request, Lord Oberon."

Yuki bowed, a crimson blush plastered on her beautiful yet mature face. She had never thought that she would be able to embrace the great one.

The memory alone was worth it for the Fourth-Star Paranormal Monster. She could probably work for over a thousand years without asking for any more rewards.

Damien patted her head, smiling while shaking his head. "It's the least I can do for you. Besides, if you really want to hug me. The only thing you need to do is ask."

"I am already satisfied, Lord Oberon. But I will keep it in mind." Yuki felt her heart pounding with content. Despite being an immaterial and material being, this was the first for her.

She could only correlate it to the great one, Lord Oberon. The more she thought about him, the more enamored she became.

But she understood that patience rewards those who remain determined. Time was on her side. The only thing she needed to do was wait.

"Alright, as long as you understand." Damien nodded, barely keeping himself from tugging his lips. Who wouldn't want to be embrace by a beautiful woman?