My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 164: Human emperor sorcerer

The voice that tore through the battlefield did not belong to a soldier.

It carried authority.

Weight.

Power.

The kind that demanded attention even before the eyes could find its source.

The air trembled.

The already heavy pressure seemed to bend as something new entered the space, something that did not simply exist within the battlefield but imposed itself upon it.

Then—

A figure stepped forward from the distance.

No.

Not stepped.

Arrived.

As if the space itself made way for him.

The King.

His robes flowed behind him, untouched by the dust and destruction that covered the battlefield. His presence alone forced several soldiers to straighten despite the crushing pressure still pressing down on them. His eyes were sharp, filled with fury, confusion, and something deeper that had yet to surface.

The moment his gaze found Cain—

Everything else faded for him.

"You."

His voice cut through the chaos.

"You told me..."

His steps slowed, but his presence grew heavier.

"...you told me you would not harm my people..."

The words came out strained, filled with anger barely held in place.

"If I did what you told me to do."

The Moonshade family froze.

The princesses froze.

Even the soldiers, despite their suffering, turned their eyes toward Cain.

A heavy silence followed.

For a brief moment, it felt like time had paused.

Then—

Cain moved.

No one saw how.

No one understood when.

But in the next instant—

The King’s voice stopped.

Not gradually.

Not slowly.

It stopped completely.

His mouth sealed shut.

Crimson.

Dark red blood formed across his lips like a binding, thick and unnatural, as if his own blood had turned against him and locked him in silence.

His eyes widened.

Shock filled them.

His body trembled.

He tried to speak.

Nothing came out.

He tried to move.

His limbs refused.

Then—

His body dropped.

A heavy thud echoed as the King fell face-first onto the ground, unmoving, lifeless.

Silence.

A deep, suffocating silence.

No one breathed.

No one moved.

The Moonshade family stared in disbelief.

The princesses’ eyes widened.

"...Father...?"

Aurelia’s voice broke.

She tried to rise.

The pressure forced her back down.

"No..."

Her voice trembled.

"No..."

Zenaya’s lips parted.

"...Who..."

Her voice failed her.

Ancestor Ghurn’s old eyes shook.

"...Impossible..."

Elder Rivik clenched his fists.

"...That was..."

His voice came out low.

"...a king..."

The soldiers reacted next.

One of the guards shouted, his voice filled with fear and urgency.

"We knew this would happen!"

His eyes darted around wildly.

"That’s why we already contacted the Supreme Human Emperor!"

The words had barely left his mouth—

When the world changed.

The wind rose.

At first, it was only a faint movement in the air.

Then it grew.

Stronger.

Faster.

It swept across the battlefield, carrying dust, debris, and the lingering scent of blood into the sky.

The clouds above twisted.

Darkened.

Mana gathered.

It did not gather quietly.

It surged.

Like a storm that had been waiting for the right moment to break free.

The sky itself seemed to bend as currents of energy swirled violently, forming a massive vortex above the battlefield. Lightning flashed within it, not white, but tinged with deep blue and violet, crackling with raw power that made even the ground tremble.

The air grew heavy again.

Different.

This was not blood pressure.

This was something else.

Something vast.

Something ancient.

Then—

A figure appeared.

Floating.

High above the battlefield.

His robes moved gently despite the violent storm around him, as if the chaos itself respected him. His hair flowed behind him, and his eyes looked down upon the battlefield with calm authority that carried no doubt.

The Moonshade family felt it instantly.

A sense of familiarity.

A sense of danger.

"...Another one..."

Zenaya whispered.

Ancestor Ghurn’s expression darkened.

"...A Peak Mana Transformation..."

His voice carried weight.

"...An Emperor..."

The man raised his hand slightly.

The storm calmed around him, not disappearing, but bending to his will.

His gaze moved across the battlefield.

He saw the fallen King.

The kneeling princesses.

The crushed soldiers.

Then—

His eyes landed on Faith.

His brows pulled together slightly.

"...Interesting."

His voice was calm.

He extended his hand.

Mana gathered instantly.

A powerful force spread outward, aiming directly at the pressure Faith was releasing.

It was controlled.

Precise.

A force meant to suppress.

To override.

To dominate.

It collided with Faith’s blood pressure.

For a moment—

Nothing happened.

Then—

The Emperor’s expression changed.

His eyes narrowed.

"...Huh?"

He pushed harder.

The mana surged again.

Stronger.

More forceful.

But the result—

Did not change.

Faith’s blood pressure remained.

Unmoved.

Unbroken.

Unaffected.

The Emperor lowered his hand slowly.

"...You."

His gaze locked onto Faith.

"What is your secret?"

Faith did not answer.

Her eyes burned.

Her focus remained on the enemies before her.

Behind her—

Cain stood still.

Inside—

His thoughts spun.

"...That didn’t work either."

His heart pounded once.

Then—

He smiled.

Faint.

Unseen by others.

"...Plan A failed."

His eyes flickered slightly.

"...Then Plan B."

Before anything else could happen—

The guard who had spoken earlier pointed forward.

"There!"

His voice trembled.

"There’s something in that group!"

He pointed toward the Moonshade family.

"There’s an extremely... extremely—"

He struggled to find the words.

"...unfathomable being!"

He did not even know their name.

He only knew what he felt.

Fear.

Something beyond understanding.

Then—

His voice stopped.

Just like the King.

His mouth sealed.

Crimson blood covered his lips.

His eyes widened.

He tried to speak.

Nothing came out.

His body trembled.

Then—

He fell.

Dead.

The Emperor’s eyes snapped toward him.

"...What?"

For the first time—

Confusion appeared on his face.

"I didn’t—"

He stopped.

His senses expanded instantly.

He searched.

Scanned.

Looked for the source.

There was nothing.

No fluctuation.

No sign.

No warning.

Then—

Another soldier.

His body jerked.

His mouth sealed.

Blood.

He collapsed.

Then another.

Then another.

One by one.

They fell.

No pattern.

No delay.

Just death.

Sudden.

Silent.

Unavoidable.

The battlefield descended into chaos.

"What’s happening?!"

"Who’s attacking?!"

"Where is it?!"

Panic spread through the remaining soldiers.

The princesses struggled, their eyes filled with fear and disbelief as they watched their people fall without even understanding how.

"Stop it!"

Aurelia shouted.

Her voice broke.

"Show yourself!"

But the deaths did not stop.

Another guard fell.

Then another.

Even those trying to flee could not escape.

Their mouths sealed.

Their bodies dropped.

The Emperor’s expression hardened.

His aura flared.

The storm above roared again as his power expanded outward, searching, probing, trying to locate the unseen force.

"...Impossible..."

He whispered.

"I can’t sense anything..."

His eyes moved rapidly across the battlefield.

Searching.

Demanding.

Then—

He spoke.

His voice carried power.

Authority.

Anger.

"Who are you?"

His gaze burned.

"Stop hiding."

His aura surged again.

"Show yourself."

His voice deepened.

"Why are you killing everyone else?"