Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 150: The Last True Vampire III

’Master; It is me, Ana... I finish charging up; I think I can now blow this barrier to thy kingdom come... your call... but we got to move quick, I can only make a small hole in this thing for about 10 seconds at most.’

Anastasia’s voice rang off; to which Merciless replied back.

’You call putting a breach in a barrier, blowing something to thy kingdom come?’

Merciless asked lightly, taunting Anastasia about her choice of words. However, Ana responded, evidently angered in a cute way that she was offended, that her master would question her abilities.

As such her reply was.

’I can assure you, master, that the quantity of Aether energy I have charged up in my Aether Core is enough to kill and destroy several galactic clusters in one go if I re-convert it back into raw energy.’

Ana’s voice went off in that moment, clearly trying to heal her wounded pride.

Merciless just chuckled at Ana.

He soon began to reply back to her saying as such.

’Yes! Yes! Whatever you say Ana, but just be prepared because I will be there shortly; furthermore, get in contact with Substance and let her rally the others to meet up on the Outside. There is one more thing I need to do before we meet to fully infiltrate the hive. Also, when you perform this technique to break a hole in the barrier, will you have enough energy left in the tank to fight on once we all get inside?

Ana’s voice returned, more measured now but with a hint of irritation lingering beneath the surface.

’Yes, Master; I do. While my energy potential is limitless, my use is not. I can store as much energy as I want, but staying motionless and focused allows me to consume it at a far faster rate. In less than a day and a half, I’ve gathered enough energy to launch three large-scale attacks. Blowing a hole through this barrier will cost me around one-third of my current reserves, but I’ll still have enough to battle inside.’

At these words, Merciless nodded his head. as he replied as such.

’Alright I hear you, either way, I will be with you and the other soon, I am going now.’

He commented, to which Ana replied.

’Very well master I will see you soon.’

’Mhm...

Merciless replied, as he could feel the bond disconnecting; leaving only him, Hector, and Carmilla.

But Merciless looked at the portal, standing there.

He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the dark, sterile space beyond. The hum of machines and the faint screams from the vampire woman inside echoed ominously. The portal shimmered, swirling with energy, but he remained still, his mind running through every detail of what was about to come when he infiltrated the nest.

Without further context he entered through the portal, and into his lab: Hector still stayed firmly on his shoulder like a hanging sack of rice.

Carmilla floated beside him taking in the sight of his lab in full view.

She found herself standing in a vast, sterile space that immediately commanded both awe and discomfort. The air was cool, unnaturally so, carrying with it the faint scent of metal and something slightly acrid, like ozone.

The room was huge, considerably exceeding what the outside implied. The smooth, dark walls glittered with a slick, almost oily gloss, reflecting the eerie illumination of the numerous screens and control panels that ringed the circumference.

These devices blinked in brilliant green, blue, and scarlet, casting shadows that appeared to move independently, crawling around the walls like living things. The architecture itself was a strange combination of modern technology and ancient almost alien craftsmanship.

The ceiling above her arched high, giving the lab an almost cathedral-like atmosphere, except that it was completely covered with intricate machinery—an array of mechanical arms, scanners, and cables that seemed to move on their own, adjusting and changing silently like an ever-watchful sentinel. Some of these artificial appendages hung lower, their tips lighting faintly as they buzzed with energy, waiting for instructions to carry out their tasks.

Carmilla’s gaze drifted downward, to the floors that were so polished she could almost see her reflection, will her augmented information being projected back to her sensory programming. Embedded into the black surface were veins of liquid metal, pulsing slowly, giving the impression that the lab itself was alive, breathing in a rhythmic pattern.

In one corner of the room, a vast cylindrical tank filled with a strange, thick fluid bubbled gently, its contents hidden by an opalescent sheen. Pipes and wires ran from the tank, crisscrossing over the walls and ceiling, disappearing into the far corners of the lab.

In the center of the room stood a massive, multi-tiered apparatus, clearly the focal point of the laboratory. It was a towering structure of cold iron and shimmering glass, housing various components that blinked with an otherworldly glow.

Scanning equipment hovered around it, their metallic arms extending and retracting with smooth precision. It looked as though the device could analyze not just physical matter, but energy, souls, and concepts themselves similar to what she can do.

It hummed quietly, a low, vibrating sound that seemed to resonate.

To the left, Carmilla noticed another peculiar setup; a series of suspended, transparent capsules, each filled with a swirling dark mist. They were lined in perfect rows, connected by thin, snaking tubes that seemed to pump life into them. Whatever was inside the capsules remained elusive, but their presence cast a chilling aura over the area.

Along the back wall, there was a row of cabinets; sleek and metallic, with no visible handles. She knew better than to think they were ordinary storage; this was Merciless’ lab, after all. There could be anything in there, from biological samples to weapons beyond comprehension.

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Beside them was a small, circular platform, perhaps a teleporter or some kind of rapid-transit system designed for quick escapes or experiments in other locations.

Everything in this facility was vast and incredibly advanced; it would plainly need someone with intelligence of type 2 to low type 3 civilization, as well as an alchemical guild craft master, to understand most of what was there here.

However what Carmilla did not know was that everything was here, was created by Merciless imagination, and with Albedo’s knowledge most of the technology here was possible as he had a clear image of what he wanted in his lab.

But her focus was soon cut when she heard screaming, and when she looked, there she was.

"AGHHAHHAAAA.... ithurtsithurtssszzzZZZ.... AHaaahagHAGAAA!!...

The dark-skinned vampire hung helplessly in the air, her wrists tied by shimmering chains of energy, her slender, muscular form writhing as the UV light scorched her flesh. Her smooth, ebony skin bubbled and broke under the continuous attack, thin tendrils of smoke emerging from her burnt wounds, only to mend in excruciating cycles before igniting again.

Her long hair fell in ragged strands over her face, soaked with perspiration and blood. Every convulsion she made sent ripples through her form, and every curve and line of her body, once exquisite and powerful, was now distorted with agonizing torment.

Her coral-colored eyes widened in misery, gleaming in the lab’s dim light. They were like molten gems, overflowing with rage, fear, and despair, mirroring the anguish she was experiencing.

Her long, sharp fangs flashed in the little light, and her lips curled back in a horrific scream. The light did more than just burn her skin; it penetrated her entire essence, attacking her vampire nature and making every breath agonizing.

The lab was filled with the sound of sizzling flesh and the soft crackling of regeneration as her body tried, futilely, to recover between the merciless bursts of UV light. Her claws extended and retracted, scraping at the air in helpless rage, her entire form trembling with the effort of resistance, yet unable to escape the torture.

Each time the light dimmed, only to flare up again, she jolted, her back arching as the pain ripped through her anew.

Carmilla stood back, watching the scene unfold with a calculating expression. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the sight of the suffering vampire woman.

Isn’t that the same Merlinian vampire you kidnapped during the mansion event?"

Asked Carmilla to which Merciless replied.

"Kidnap is a strong word, more like she is a spoil of war."

Merciless, who had been standing nearby, observing the woman’s torture with complete detachment, turned slightly to regard Carmilla once more.

"Don’t pay her no mind, she is just a piece of decoration for my lab at the moment."

He casually said with zero care in his voice.

And then continued.

"Although I must say Substance, did a good job of hanging the portrait she fits right in."

At these words, Carmilla began to speak as she said to Merciless.

"You know boss you are quite fucked in the head?"

Merciless chuckled at this statement his reply being as such.

"It’s natural to hurt without regard towards something you hate."

When Carmilla heard this, she just sighed; she didn’t give a flying crap about the Merlinian either; she was the type who was more concerned with her own troubles than other people’s.

"Well, whatever makes you happy boss."

Merciless just nods his head to this statement as his focus goes back to his main goal.

Merciless then began to walk past Carla, the Merlinian vampire, her body still writhing under the searing UV light. Her skin crackled, smoke curling into the air as another wave of light struck her.

The sound of her labored breathing, a mix of agony and rage, filled the air. Yet, he paid her no mind, his expression indifferent as though her suffering were nothing more than background noise.

His eyes were already focused on his next task, his long strides carrying him toward a sleek, metallic machine standing at the far end of the lab.

The machine hummed softly, its surface cold and gleaming under the sterile lab lighting. It was a diagnostic device, crafted with ruthless precision, its design familiar to Carmilla as she trailed behind him. She eyed it, her lips curling into a faint smirk.

The machine hummed softly, its surface cold and gleaming under the sterile lab lighting. It was a diagnostic device, crafted with ruthless precision, its design familiar to Carmilla as she trailed behind him. She eyed it, her lips curling into a faint smirk.

As she began to speak.

"Holy shit you have one of these bad boys too?"

Merciless merely replied.

"Ohhh it seems you’re familiar with next-gen tech?"

Carmilla merley replied as she said.

"Of course, I am... how could I not know about one of the Good Dr. Zeno’s greatest inventions he is a legend even for the House, fun fact he was once Lord Vincent’s teacher; long before Vincent became a spawn."

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