Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 104: High On Schizophrenia III

Zakcry fell from the sky, his descent abruptly halted as Merciless closed in with an unforgiving vendetta. Their clash was a deafening presentation of metal against metal, like chalk on a blackboard. Merciless assaults were relentless, chipping away at Zakcry’s armor until it crumbled. A spray of blood followed, merging with the shattered fragments of armor, as Merciless’ sword sliced into flesh with chilling accuracy.

"ahHHhAA!!...mother fuCKER!!"

Zakcry yelled, activating his Aero Boosters and launching himself into the air, evading Merciless’ merciless hold. As he soared, he unleashed a volley of plasma fire and neurotoxin-laced whips, filling the air with lethal energy beams that flew in all direction

Merciless twisted and spun through the onslaught, his biokinetic abilities constructing walls of armored flesh with exactitude. Each whip stroke triggered a deflective counter, and plasma bolts were absorbed and deflected by a succession of quickly growing and collapsing armored walls.

"Heheh, I see so that’s how his power works, I need more blood and information, so if I want to win I need to get rid of those weapons."

Merciless said to himself, as he began to dodge and run, repeating the process of creating a series of armored flesh walls.

Combing Albedo ichor and the Tagmar natural plasma manipulation to either redirect or absorb the plasma before it reaches him.

While he himself dodges those venous hair whips of his which were similar to his own.

Enraged, Zakcry increased his onslaught, brandishing the Vortex Scythe once more, this time with a terrible hum that appeared to distort space itself, way more than it did earlier upon release.

On the other hand, Merciless replied by transforming the surrounding muscle and sinew into a dense, impenetrable barrier that absorbed the impact of the scythe. Once again this time he began to use Albedo ichor in his constructions absorb kinetic energy and redistribute it to surrounding cells, increasing their durability as they supercharge themselves.

The resulting tremor blasted through the battlefield, forming an icy crater under them. Ice pieces choked the air, but Zakcry’s acute senses kept him focused on Merciless’ whereabouts.

"What an adaptable motherfucker."

Zakcry reasoned to himself that this fight had been going on for much too long, and at this pace, he would not have time to gather any more points. But, more than that, it would be inconvenient if the timer just ran out, and he didn’t even get the chance to kill this person; he could sense that someone other than himself was invading his realm, witnessing the fight between him and Merciless like some kind of spectator.

Just the mere stare of this being was giving him shivers. It was clear that thing could have killed him if it wanted to even from where it currently was.

He was certain that even with all of his weaponry, he would have no chance against this unidentified viewer; it was evident that this was the examiner or possibly the administrator of this dimension, who was watching everything unfold like some twisted God that was bored.

"Okay, Zakcry, let’s calm down... and observed the situation even further than before, for one, this man has resistance to sunlight, insane regeneration, invisible attacks capable of causing massive destruction at a large scale, the ability to create extremely durable armored flesh walls and actual living life forms such as those shark and centipede, spatial manipulation, and many other powers."

Zakcry said to himself, looking extremely perplexed behind his armor.

His mind raced on what the hell is his powers, There were so many of them it would take a while to name all of which he had felt and seen firsthand.

"Hmmm, it makes me wonder if his abilities are similar to mine just without the need to create weapons to make them vary."

This question clearly plagued Zakcry, but in the end, he knew he couldn’t waste his time on it, he needed to finish this soon before it became a draw.

"Well, whatever it is, it is not simple to cope with; he is as versatile as I am, and undoubtedly more quick-witted and adaptive....hehe... although this does put a smile on my face, when was the last time someone pushed me this far?"

"Hehehe... I guess I will turn up the heat even more then."

Zakcry proclaimed as his biomechanical wings sprang outwards and his engines propelled him upwards into the sky at faster-than-light speeds. From there, a corrosive green plasma shield began to envelop him as he peered through the thick and very cold clouds of purple decay-inducing snow.

Merciless looked at Zakcry, a confused look present on his face, behind his exo-skeleton as he said to himself.

"What the hell is he up to now?"

On the other hand, Zakcry pierced the clouds, till a familiar black light touched his being once more, and he could feel himself being empowered to a great degree because of it.

"Agh....man I just love the feeling of bathing under the rays of the star of glory, the 500% overall stat boost it gives me is just amazing, although I can’t say the same for my enemies since it is minus 70% for them."

Zakcry said as he extended his hands, and looked up at the Star of Glory.

It was his inherent superhuman ability and his ultimate weapon as a variant.

But nevertheless, he began to question Oblivion.

"Say Oblivion, how much is the percentage at?"

"At full power Father, ready to unleash my full might whenever you are."

"Hmmm...hehehe! Marvelous well then let us begin."

"Yeah."

Oblivion replied back.

"Let’s see how you take this you durable beast...I will hit you with an attack so powerful and massive you won’t have anything to regenerate from."

Zakcry’s eyes flared with a dark intensity as he harnessed the immense amount of negative energy flowing through him. Flames of dark purple energy exploded around his torso, forming a swirling vortex of terrible force. With a determined growl, he proceeded to create a gigantic lance of pure negative energy, its dark purple flames licking hungrily at the air.

The lance swelled to enormous proportions, its surface sparking with explosive energy. Zakcry’s bionic arms evolved, becoming a grip and a specialized cannon to hold the massive weapon. He inserted the lance into the cannon, and the barrel adjusted and locked around the weapon with a succession of mechanical clicks and whirs.

From there, Zakcry’s voice boomed with fierce determination, as he took his aim downward, the 500% boost given to him by the Star of Glory, further empowered the attack more.

"Let’s see if you can handle this!"

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’Master...runrunRUN!!!’

’Lord Merciless, a powerful wave of negative energy is coming your way.’

’Suggestion fall back into the Proximia dimension till the attack falters.’

’Objection, I sense the finality with this attack with my Finality magic nature, this attack is unavoidable, it has biological sensing, and as such, it will spread to anything that is of the enemy.’

’Then what the hell do we do?’

The voice of the Shagoths became clearer than ever, almost as if the Nosferatu transformation reawakened their awareness and consciousness, even though they are all nothing but soul fragments.

Merciless, on the other hand, was experiencing the mental pressure of Anastasia’s Existence Crisis technique alongside the Hive. Of course, he was still very much perplexed about the whole situation; he wasn’t used to these annoying ex-witches becoming sentient and considerably more bearable to work with, if not beneficial.

"Man is it a good thing that I am slowly getting used to hearing voices in my head."

Merciless asked himself and surprisingly got an answer, from a familiar shagoth of course.

"Well, don’t get accustomed to it, my lord; I can already sense the permanence of these new changes. We won’t be sentient for long; the nosferatu evolution is the source of our current consciousness. However, just seeing something other than darkness is a blessing. Oh, how I miss being alive."

The finality shagoth said.

The others who were a part of the Hive mind began to reply.

"WHAAAAT HELL?! AGHHH... HELL TO THE FUCKING NOOO!! NOO!! NOOOO!!!...I just got back this life, and now you’re telling me that I have to go back to being dead now, as soon."

"Yeah, she is right; why should we agree to stay dead?!"

"Yeah... I don’t want to die, please master, please save us."

"Just accept it; we’re already dead, so whether we’re dead or alive doesn’t matter. And, moreover, if we wish to move or think for ourselves, how can we do that if we are trapped inside this vampire, you know how cruel these creatures of the night are, to it, we are nothing but toys, why should we care? Just wake up to reality."

Another Shagoth said, her voice completely devoid of hope, much less any emotions at all as she spoke in a dull monotone.

"Can you not bring your depression here Oren."

"She is your sister, Moren, can’t you be a little more gentle to the poor child."

And Older Shagoth Said, to which Moren replied.

"Oh please, you are the last one I want to hear that from Kakia."

Moren spat back.

"Do you have a death wish child? I was nice enough to advise you, and yet, despite this, you take my kindness as some kind of scam."

Kakia said as her presence became so intense that the other shagoths were terrified and shut their lips. However, Moren did not back down, despite being visibly weaker in every way, as she increased her own presence to nearly half of Kakia’s. Their shared aura radiated so strongly that it began to project itself into reality, causing the area surrounding Merciless to warp significantly.

Moren then said in a serious voice.

"Bitch if you think I am scared of you, then you have another thing coming."

"Unlike you young Elder, I am far more powerful, I might lack a body but I am damned sure I can erase that weak fragment of yours without even trying, so watch your words carefully."

Kakia said, her threat was clear, however before any of them could throw back another venomous slur at each other.

Merciless quickly jumps in, his aura flaring up to the point it dwarfs the other Shagoths.

"Can you all shut the fuck up before I trade each and every one of you for one cigar a fragment."

Merciless spat back at these Shagoths, causing them to fall back, but the stronger one stayed. And some of them reply as such.

"My lord, our apologies."

"Please don’t kill us, please don’t kill us."

"Fine, I will stay quiet."

Said Moren.

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"Ohh please my king, I am happy to serve, you know if you make a body for me I can serve you even more. Im sure as you as now you easily do that right."

Kakia said in a very seductive voice, to which Merciless replied.

"Push it woman and I will revive you as a female pig, and put you in a den of genetically modified goblins with endless stamina, let see if you can birth me some useful fucking orcs then."

’Ewwww!!...please forgive me that...was..was...not my intention!’

Kakia said, her vanity-like retort was no way to be seen. On the other hand, Merciless began to feel an immense wave of power hovering over him.

Merciless looked with amazement and slight concern as Zakcry directed the cannon at him. The negative energy lance pulsated with devastating power, creating an eerie light over the entire battlefield.

"Farewell, warrior of the flesh."

Zakcry fired his lance with a resounding roar. The dark purple lance ripped through the air, a slash of malicious negative energy that began to tear the very fabric of space around it. The sheer might of the onslaught was enough to destroy Merciless’ massive ice cloud, which stretched fifteen billion light-years in all directions. The cloud vanished in an instant, destroyed by the sheer force of the blow.

"This is a big one indeed, tsk...I guess I will just have to take it head-on then."

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