Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 169: Full Power Merciless V

Queen Melizha the Golden...

Mother of the golden swarm...

The great one of Osfros...

Aristaeus Mother...

Deus jouplbis...

The Beast of Glikaden...

The Golden Mother...

These were only some of the countless names that this Aristaeus queen had been known for in her long life.

Traversing the various universes of creation, she made quite a name for herself, so much so that she had decent lore, so much so in fact that she was fundamentally tied to the collective unconscious; proof that she was a true lore.

So naturally speaking, her defeat even if it happens would not be an issue, when a lore dies, they are reborn in the image of the vast collective, and over time, it can be months maybe even years, but it all comes down to the fact that stronger lores take a longer time to reform.

But after some time, their new lore body, basically a lesser body born from the collective, but that body is basically a vessel of sorts, will eventually reform the old body information within the new body, even in the instance where the soul or the concept is destroyed.

As a result over time, the being associated with the lore can resurrect from the erasure of sorts; and return back anew. That was the benefit of having a lore, and why most stronger beings in existence cannot die easily if at all if they have a lore backing them up.

A lore cannot die, not traditionally, at least, the only way to kill a lore, is to target its collective belief itself, by killing the individual that had beacon it to begin with.

And that was easier said than done; but lores themselves weren’t safe either, for only an Outer Dream can outright kill a lore without going through the painstaking process of doing so the traditional way to begin with.

But this queen didn’t have to worry about that; her eyes were special, she could see an Outer Dream with nothing more than a mere glance and, as such could and would avoid them, and thankfully the enemy before her was not an Outer dream, no he wasn’t even a proper Wonder yet.

But her eyes did reveal to her that the enemy before her did have a half-ass inner world, that was growing quite nicely. She saw all of this inside Merciless with her special eyes.

She even saw how strong he was prior to now, from distance to boot before he underwent that weird blue transformation, as the eye of her children is an extension of her own, as such she could see through the eyes of all her kins.

Yet there was something there, something she couldn’t quite understand; and that something scared her for some reason, she saw all of Merciless abilities, well most of them, stronger ones require a more in-depth look.

But she came to realize his greatest power was not the various abilities she saw within him, but his ability to control and manipulate matter at the atomic level in an esoteric manner, as well as his extreme skill in the biological aspect of matter manipulation; this being was just like her but on a lesser esoteric scale in term supernatural influence.

Hence fort this male seed was worthy to receive her womb, as if she had to rape him to get it, if she was here might as well rape then kill this bastard.

The Aristaeus Queen thought to herself as she began to drift through the dense, shadow-draped forest, her form a towering nightmare compared to other Aristaeus males and females, that moved with both grace and malice.

She was a towering beauty, or a horrific abomination, the best of both worlds you can say.

Queen Melizha the Golden stood a little above current Merciless being 8’2 in height, and weight at least 5 tons.

Her body held an almost hypnotic symmetry, alien yet distinctly feminine as if sculpted by some malevolent and alien force with an unnerving focus on beauty and terror.

At her core, her exoskeleton gleamed a dark, reflective black, reminiscent of polished onyx, with veins of pulsing bioluminescence winding through her body, casting an eerie glow that illuminated her path.

Her face held a blend of insectile and regal features that seemed both alluring and deeply unsettling. Sharp mandibles rested at the sides of her mouth, sleek and slightly extended beneath high, prominent cheekbones.

Her compound eyes dominated her face, each the size of a human fist and made up of countless faceted lenses that reflected the entire forest in fragmented visions of shadow and color.

Every shift in her gaze sent ripples through these mirrored facets, capturing the tiniest motions of the forest and converting them into an endless spectrum of light and movement. Above her compound eyes were smaller clusters of simple eyes—each gleaming with a dark, predatory intelligence—that allowed her a panoramic view, making it impossible for anything to sneak up on her unobserved.

Her figure was a disturbing amalgamation of humanoid allure and insectoid structure, simultaneously maternal and fearsome. Broad, birthing hips framed her abdomen, forming a torso that tapered into a narrow, segmented waist—each plate of her abdomen interlocking with flawless precision, exuding an air of authority and raw power.

Her chest was voluptuous and accentuated by a dense arrangement of interlocking, engraved plates adorned with markings that seemed to shift and pulsate as though alive.

With each subtle breath, these markings glowed in alternating patterns of violet, emerald, and deep crimson, like the silent thrum of some ancient, forbidden machinery.

Her thorax, fused seamlessly with her lower abdomen, bore the vestiges of insectoid musculature, her limbs muscular yet sleek. Her thighs were thick, and her legs narrowed sharply, ending in clawed, predatory feet that allowed her to maintain a steady, effortless grip on any surface she traversed.

Encircling her waist were several long, wiry tendrils, each as thick as an arm at the base and tapering into needle-like tips. These tendrils swayed with a life of their own, reaching out to taste the air and explore the shadows.

Their movements were fluid and rhythmic as if guided by a primal intelligence, and they brushed the bark of trees and undergrowth with a strange, probing sensitivity.

Her wings were her crowning feature—translucent and iridescent, shaped like shards of glass that had been carefully fractured and put back together.

They were double-layered and spanned over twice her body length, each one lined with razor-sharp edges that hinted at both beauty and lethality.

These wings moved in a pulsing, undulating rhythm, emitting an ethereal hum that matched the bioluminescent veins of her body, glowing in sync with each beat as if powered by the same ancient source. When she moved, her wings barely stirred, maintaining a silence that seemed unnatural, as if the forest itself dared not acknowledge her presence.

Her abdomen, a mixture of sleek curves and sharp, weaponized segments, tapered into a stinger that was thick, barbed, and glistening with a viscous liquid.

The stinger curved beneath her abdomen, held in readiness, and shimmered with the venom that swirled within—a substance that exuded a potent energy, suggesting it could dissolve or infect any organic matter it touched.

The scent of her pheromones filled the air around her, a heady, intoxicating mixture of something sweet yet toxic, attracting life and sending it fleeing in the same breath.

As she moved along the dirt path, the underbrush seemed to grow denser, trees twisting together in unnatural formations as though reaching toward her with clawed branches.

The leaves rustled with a life of their own, reflecting the Queen’s presence in strange and shifting shadows. In the distance, she spotted the source of the potent, condensed energy that called to her, cutting through the forest like a beacon.

It felt almost alive—a power dense and vast enough to register as a threat. Her compound eyes focused intently on it, her vision dissecting the flow of energy. Her special eyes granted her a unique sight: she could see the world layered with potential and danger, allowing her to discern power through the very essence of things.

Every step she took brought her closer, and the surrounding forest seemed to lean away from her, revealing her path as she moved with slow, deliberate grace.

The ground was thick with alien flora, plants with pulsing tendrils and vines that curled as she passed, almost shrinking from the dangerous energy she exuded. Despite her perception, a puzzling thought lingered in her mind—why had her enemy brought her here, to a place brimming with life?

As the Aristaeus Queen glided past the moving trees, their gnarled branches recoiling in her presence, she felt an unsettling recognition wash over her. The foliage seemed to part like a living entity, bowing away from her, a sign of her dominance in this alien realm.

The path widened, and she soon emerged into an expansive field awash with flowers of every conceivable hue, their petals shimmering like jewels beneath an unseen sun. The air was thick with the scent of sweet nectar, intoxicating yet filled with an undercurrent of something darker.

The flowers stood taller than she did, their vibrant colors contrasting sharply against her dark exoskeleton, and their gentle movements echoed her own. They swayed, whispering to one another in a language she felt she should understand, but she pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the horizon where a figure loomed.

As she advanced into the field, she caught her first clear sight of the being she had felt drawing her near—a monstrous yet regal form, standing a staggering eight feet tall. His deep blue skin shimmered under the kaleidoscopic light of the field, etched with living, insect-like tattoos that writhed across his muscular frame, pulsing with dark energy. The sight was both fascinating and alarming, her innate biopath instincts flaring in recognition of the power he radiated.

Along with that chimera-like form of his.

In the realm of all biopaths, there exists an instinctual universal consensus regarding the inherent supremacy of genetics.

Within the complex tapestry of biological entities, chimeric beings such as this one— many scientists, spanning countless worlds across the infinite expanse of the multiverse and existing within diverse composite realities of the composite universes she has visited in her lifetime.

The being before her would easily pass as an embodiment representing the pinnacle of evolutionary advancement. Much like herself, this man possesses a profound legitimacy in asserting his identity, transcending the conventional boundaries of biological perfection.

And entering the playing field of what it means to be an esoteric existence.

This was her enemy, but in the world of biopaths, she has acknowledged this man as life beyond the typical, akin to those who stand as unique.

His very existence defies the limitations of traditional biology, showcasing an amalgamation of traits that challenge the notions of species and genetic purity.

In essence, he stands as a testament to the extraordinary potential of life, where the merging of genetic material gives rise to forms and abilities previously deemed impossible. This shared experience among chimeras elevates them to a status beyond mere biological entities; they are embodiments of the power of evolution, moving past the archaic definitions of what it means to be perfect within the confines of a singular biological framework.

"Beautiful... you are rare sorts indeed."

The queen said as she looked at the biopath before her.

His hair, a mass of thick fleshy blue and black tendrils, each as thick as a human arm, twisted and slithered with an unsettling sentience, dripped with a corruption that seemed to cling to the air itself.

Four eyes fixed on her—upper pairs glowing a fierce neon blue, coated in black sclera; the lower ones a dark, foreboding purple—held her gaze with an ominous intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

Large, thick, and Jagged yak-like horns crowned his head like a demonic diadem, and his teeth, sharp and glistening, hinted at a predatory nature that she found disconcerting.

Yet it was the tail that truly caught her attention—a serpentine appendage thick as an anaconda, armored with black plating and bristling spikes, from beneath those plaiting dark but bright purple can be seen through the crevices of them, with something beneath the light that releases tangible corruption in the air.

The black smoke taints not just the environment around him but the very space itself as if corrupting the concept of such leaving fleshy blisters on the fabric of space.

His insanely large tail, with a crimson blade at the tip; it was trailing behind him like a weapon of war. It moved with a deadly grace, swaying gently, and she sensed it and acknowledged this tail of his as an equal threat, given that she knew that tail held a level of consciousness that should not be underestimated.

Draped over him was black chimera-like armor that seems fuse to his being on a biological level, exuding a powerful manevolent energy; which was a rare energy type to have.

Magma, Oblivion, and Hæftbyrden were orbiting around his being, creating a mesmerizing yet intimidating spectacle.

And behind him swirled a massive cape of dark miasma, constantly shifting and lashing out with tendrils that devoured the very essence of life, consuming the energy of the field itself, while maintaining its miasma-like form.

As she stepped closer, drawn by a mixture of curiosity and caution, she attempted to decipher his abilities, to understand the depths of his power. But as her vision focused, she found herself confronted by a barrier—a strange, conceptual lock that obscured her perception.

No matter how hard she concentrated, she could not break through this enigmatic veil. The symbols and languages displayed before her eyes were unlike anything she had ever encountered, even with her extensive knowledge of countless languages.

They twisted and turned in ways that made no sense, a cipher beyond her comprehension.

Shock coursed through her as she realized the implications. This being knew her powers and had constructed an impenetrable barrier against her sight.

She, the Queen of the Aristaeus, revered for her insight into the energies and life forces around her, felt helpless before his mastery. He had anticipated her abilities, even crafted a countermeasure against her.

At that moment, she understood that she was not merely facing a powerful foe but an intellect capable of outmaneuvering her in ways she had not foreseen.

"Tsk, if you stayed in the caves just a little longer, I would gradually discover your abilities. "Well played, intruder; I know you speak our language; tell me what thy name is."

Queen Melizha asked.

To which the man replied.

"Good, my cells a trembling in fear, but more in excitement, finally a worthy opponent that is stronger than Zakcry."

Merciless said a battle-hungry smile coming on his face, for the first time, his calm demeanor was broken through as he waited here for the queen to arrive.

He then continued to speak.

"I can finally test my new powers against something that won’t break easily, and go all out... how delightful... how joyous, this bloodshed shall be one to remember I can already feel it."

He said as he stepped closer, absolute confidence in his abilities.

"My name is Merciless bee harlot... but fuck formalities, let us skip to the part where we start tearing each other apart, limb from limb, organ from organ, mind, body, and soul, well concept in my case; but yeah... this is going to be a good fight."

"After all, further progression can only be realized through struggle... the payoff is all that matters either way."

Merciless said, as his hands shapeshifted into large segmented blades.

And without wasting any more time like a battle-hungry madman, Merciless made the first move, no announcement, no dramatic entry, no nothing, he just went straight to the violence.

With a speed fifty times faster than light, time stopped, but his perception was just as fast.

With the memories of countless life forms, he took via genetic singularity on the planet where the queen land of coordinates was, his fighting style became extremely chimeric, and Zane’s muscle memories flowed through him.

He knows almost all martial arts in the world on an instinctual level because of it, as well as on other planets and universes, as such; Merciless began to rewrite his muscles’ memories as he created various different chimera fighting styles in an instant using not just Zane but everyone else experience, making his new chimera fighting style unpredictability and never seen before.

And now, with shapeshifting on his side and a perfected physique as a result of Vadkos’ awakening, he pressed forward like a seasoned warlord.

His monstrous form was a blur of lethal motion as he propelled himself toward the queen with terrifying speed, a savage grin splitting his face.

The ground trembled beneath them, and as he lunged forward, he stretched out his long, fleshy tendrils like a living whip, aiming to entangle the queen’s limbs before she could react.

The moment his tendrils brushed against her, a surge of energy flowed from her exoskeleton, sparking her instincts into action. Her body twisted, and she elegantly evaded his grasp, her compound eyes reflecting the violent intent in his own.

In a swift counterattack, she unfurled her long, wiry tendrils, thrusting them toward Merciless. They pierced the air like lethal spears, aiming for his heart.

But Merciless was ready; with a flourish, he twisted his body, allowing his thick tail to lash out, intercepting her attack with a bone-jarring impact; the sound echoed through the field.

Blood spilled as the queen’s tendrils were severed at the tips, releasing a viscous, slime-like liquid mixed with a golden hue, creating a grotesque blend on the ground beneath them.

She hissed in frustration, feeling the burn of pain as the liquid dripped from her wounds. Merciless, however, was unfazed.

Queen Melizha charged, using the momentum of her wound to propel herself forward. Her wings flared wide, creating a fierce gust of wind that sent the field of flowers tumbling through the air.

The force of her movement sent ripples through the field, and she launched herself at him, mandibles clicking in anticipation of flesh to rend.

As she approached, her stinger-like tail, or the better word, her long flaccid stinger came into play, darting like a viper toward his neck. Merciless ducked, his body bending in unnatural ways.

Taking advantage of the opening presented to him, his hair tendrils whipped around her, attempting to ensnare her once again, but she slipped through the gap, her agile form twisting away just in time.

With a strategic maneuver, she spun around, her stinger striking out with lethal precision, aiming to pierce him through the chest.

The jagged end of her stinger glinted in the light, but Merciless was quicker. He caught the tail mid-strike, his hand transforming a vibrating version of the serrated, making the attack like a supernatural elongated saw blade that bit into her flesh, eliciting a shriek of pain.

Her blood spilled, as Merciless cut her tail off and tossed it to the side.

Naturally, the queen jumped back, using the energy from her lanca to heal the wound; restoring her tail back in an instant.

Meanwhile, Merciless lower eyes looked at the tail, while his upper one remained on her, as he began to speak.

"Heheh... it’s amusing how your durability operates compared to ours. You see, when we evolve, our durability, potency of our ichor base powers, natural abilities, and range scale together to match our power level."

Merciless informed the queen, as he began to take advantage of the Aristaeus species’ major weakness.

"Our strength and speed in of itself does improve to great levels, but not like how our supernatural power equalizes to one’s level."

He said.

Paused for a bit, then continued.

"But for you lots, it is a completely different story altogether... maybe because you are a generation below my kind."

"Almost every physical aspect about you Aristaeus, is relative to your lanca, from lifting strength, to increase defense, speed, basically all stats if you think about it."

Merciless explained as he had a good understanding of the enemy’s biology.

"So, if I can obliterate galaxies, I can take hits that can do the same without breaking a sweat because my durability equalizes to my level range."

He reaffirms once last time.

Before moving on to them.

"Your kind, on the other hand, is a different story in the sense that without coating yourself in your Lanca and choosing what subject of physical stats you want to increase for example, increasing your species’ natural feeble durability to your lance overall range, equalizing the amount of damage you can normally take without it to an insane level, you’re about as durable as wet tissue paper without your Lanca to aid your kind in that regard."

Merciless confidently explained as he looked at the troubled queen.

"And to make matters worse, you can’t increase all your stats at once with your Lanca at all, you can only choose one and some of you are capable of choosing at most three at a time, but you can only do two it at best two at the time, despite being a queen... hehehe... how laughable is that your kind is truly fucked over the subjective randomness of what you cant take upon birth."

Said, Merciless his words cutting the queen in her pride, as his shit-talking about how imperfect the queen species was on a biological level, was pissing her off in more ways than one.

But that didn’t stop Merciless from stinking his toxic words deeper into her being, as he continued to call out more of her flaws, clearly enjoying her annoyance, and inferiority complex about her species’ biology.

"Sure, your Lanca boosts your power, but its effectiveness hinges entirely on your range, potency, and firepower. Your brain might upgrade to store more information since Aristaeus Lanca is connected with your species’ brain; operating like a dual organ of sorts, with the brain being the true heart and core of your power, and the lanca just being connected to it, to upgrade the brain at a constant."

"The more profound your kind understanding becomes... it’s probably the only adaptable and evolvable organ you lots really have as a species."

"In essence, the Lanca is the source of your species’ unique power, but the brain serves as the critical lifeline for that power. Unlike the core, which can be destroyed and regenerated repeatedly, the brain must remain intact, even if severely damaged. As long as the brain survives, your species can still use their Lanca and regenerate the core. This is because your powers are realized through understanding, making the brain the most vital organ in the Aristaeus body."

Merciless said a malevolent smile coming across his face, through the power of his ki, which gives him the unique power to traverse genetic memories.

He had long figured this queen out.

In an information-driven battle, the Queen’s eyes, capable of discerning potential and identifying biological and supernatural truths within limits, were indeed a formidable power. However, when it came to knowledge about the species at hand, Merciless held the upper hand. His deep understanding of what he was facing placed him in a superior position in this fight. Even if the enemy before him, was stronger range-wise, as that range can subject itself to different stats.

The Queen’s patience shattered, her composure crumbling under the weight of Merciless’s relentless barrage of insults. Her chest heaved with fury, her sharp eyes narrowing, reflecting the simmering rage that coursed through her veins.

The once calm and calculated air she exuded now twisted into something primal, something violent. Each word from Merciless was like a hammer striking at the fragile walls of her pride, and now those walls had collapsed entirely.

Meanwhile, Merciless’s smile grew wider, stretching into a smug, predatory grin. He could see the cracks in her resolve, the fury boiling beneath her skin.

Her silence only fueled his satisfaction, his every word intended to dig deeper, to provoke her further. He reveled in her reaction, knowing full well he had pushed her beyond the breaking point.

The tension between them thickened, the space crackling with the weight of unspoken retaliation, as Merciless savored the unraveling of the Queen’s once-unshakable confidence that she was known to have.

"Isn’t it laughable how fragile your kind really is? You wrap yourselves in that Lanca-like armor, pretending you’re invincible. But without it? You’re nothing more than brittle glass waiting to shatter. I obliterate galaxies and my body can take the same force without a scratch. But you? You have to choose which part of yourself to protect and enhance via that range-wise equalization, like some feeble game of chance. And let’s not forget—the best you can do is two stats at once. Even as a queen? Pathetic. You’re built on weakness, with a power system that betrays you from birth."

Merciless said the manevolent smile on his face peaking to its greatest height of satisfaction yet, these Aristaues are indeed formidable but they are rather easy to deal with unless you get rare exceptions like Rytha.

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Who can break the rules of her species in that regard; due to the subjective power of her Lanca, they normally provided to begin with.

The queen just looked at Merciless her raging was bubbling to new heights.

Queen Melizha’s voice quivered with barely restrained fury as she began her retort, her eyes blazing with a deep, burning rage.

"As I thought... you’ve studied our biology, down to our very core."

She spat, her tone laced with venom.

"How bothersome it must be to know that one’s back is their greatest weakness!"

Her fists clenched, trembling with frustration.

"I tried my best to hide that information—locking it behind the genetic walls I built within my kind, burying it deep. Yet you...

She sneered, voice rising as her rage surged to the surface.

".... You still managed to find it. Too weak, was it? A foolish mistake on my part!"

Her voice, once calm and calculating, had now descended into a primal roar, the sound of it vibrating through the air. Merciless only chuckled the sound like a taunt that made the Queen’s blood boil.

She could feel her fury intensify, pushing her beyond anything she’d felt before. He dared to mock her, to belittle her with that smug grin on his face.

"Those eyes of yours might be able to see things others try to hide, or just can’t see, to begin with."

Merciless said with a laugh.

"But they’re far from perfect. The rate at which they analyze has limits and conditions. Your power’s flawed, just like you... quite fitting for one of your sorts, isn’t your royal highness hihihihihihhihihhhihihihi.....

Merciless said and ended with a malevolent laugh.

Queen Melizha listened to the laughter that was hollow and sharp, his tone dripping with venom.

But she retorted back with his own venom.

"That may be so... but the same can be said about your powers too, you arrogant fool."

Her voice crackled with rage, but Merciless responded with cool, biting indifference.

"True... but unlike you, I’ve mastered mine. Mastery comes from Zennith, something you lack, my dear. All you have is fresh understanding, constantly forgetting the importance of building upon every minute detail, as small as it may be, as you just gain more and better understanding than last letting your kind ignore the importance of self mastery. The result is plain for all to see."

Silence fell between them for a moment. The Queen’s lips curled into a snarl, a low growl escaping her throat as her patience completely snapped. Her fists clenched harder, her muscles tightening with the urge to strike.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them began to tremble violently, the air thick with the weight of her anger. A blood-red aura, the aura of her Lanca began to pulse around her, seeping from her body like a living thing.

It swirled and expanded, coating her in its ominous glow.

"How utterly foolish of me...

She hissed, her voice rising with dangerous intent.

"Since you’re so eager to meet your end, allow me to assist you."

Her aura intensified, crackling with raw, destructive power.

"You’re right—I need my Lanca to enhance my physical form. But you’re wrong about one thing... durability and natural defense are not the same. My flesh may be weak underneath, but my armor more than compensates for it."

Her gaze locked onto Merciless, the fury in her eyes unwavering.

"Others of my kind share this trait. Some are born with greater defense, others with less, but we all emerge from our eggs with an inherent level of protection."

She let out a bitter, humorless laugh.

"Hahaha... But unfortunately for me, my defense is not worth boasting about; that much I will admit. But...

Her voice darkened, dripping with menace.

"I was born special in a way you can’t even comprehend—a queen among queens."

Her aura flared, vibrating with terrifying intensity as she prepared to unleash more of her strength.

"So allow me to show you just how terrifying the power of my Lanca can truly be you fucking asshole."

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