Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 171: Full Power Merciless VII

The Queen stood upon one of the pulsating, bio-luminescent rocks beneath her feet, its glow mimicking the rise and fall of her breath. Her sharp gaze fixed on Merciless, who hovered just a distance away, his monstrous form towering with an air of malevolence.

His tail, now a sharpened conduit for his deadly power, charged with the same energy that vaporized her living rain storm earlier; prior to now, preventing it from regenerating.

As he aligned it towards her distant form and shot a focused laser toward her, the blast this time around had enough power to destroy Hellmora sun four times over.

The beam hummed through the air with speed far beyond human imagination, a deafening intensity could be heard upon its release.

In a split second, she felt the force of his attack, her instincts flaring as the rock beneath her feet glowed, teleporting her away to a distant stone of the same kind.

The laser sliced through the space she had just occupied, disintegrating the ground in a violent blast of molten debris. Soon after she reappeared across the battlefield, steadying her breath, heart racing, blood pumping.

"That attack... honestly.... how the hell is he combining those two impossible energies, shit if an unknown energy like that hits me I’m done...

Queen Melizha said with an inherent panic building up.

"It was for this same reason why esoteric energies like these are a problem for my race, and why other lanca users are a problem to one another."

Explained the queen as she continued.

"This bastard’s power to fuse energy like Miasma and Negative energy should be impossible by standards of this fruit, yet here he is, breaking universal laws like it is nothing."

The queen said in a panic, after all, she can’t counter what she cannot understand.

’Worm.... he has to be a worm, that is the only explanation for this...

The thought settled in her mind, sharp and cold.

Worms were creatures of another cosmology—beings tied to another fruit of existence entirely. Another Monad or totality, another cosmos governed by distinct rules, different gods, and a hierarchy beyond what was natural in this domain of totality. But even worms could be crushed.

Her lips curled into a snarl.

"Worm or not, I refuse to lose."

She muttered under her breath.

Merciless was already on the move, his form blurred as he rushed toward her, arms transforming into blade-like appendages crackling with the energy of radiation lighting. Each step he took left the ground trembling and scorched, his neon-blue eyes glowing with deadly intent.

The air around him shimmered as Magma floated above him, trailing streams of molten lava that hissed and popped into the air. His arms gleamed with chaotic radiation, arcing with red lightning, the violent energy flaring up and then vanishing as quickly as it appeared.

The Queen teleported again via the power of that weird stone she stood upon, obviously, this stone was something she created with her Lanca, just as Merciless’s blade-arms slashed down toward her, leaving an afterimage in their wake.

She reappeared mid-air, her Lanca power enhancing her reflexes and strength as she darted through the battlefield, evading his rapid strikes.

His speed was unnatural, each slashing attack faster than the last as if evolving at every second that passed to be stronger and better than the second of outdated inferiority he left behind, but luckily for the queen, she adapted quickly, teleporting out of his reach as her thoughts raced.

Every teleportation placed her on the defensive, and she hated it.

"I tire of this!"

She spat, and with a sharp wave of her hand, her Lanca flared to life, as it intensified.

From her open palm, she summoned a massive spear, its length gleaming with intricate, shifting patterns that pulsed with raw, destructive energy. The weapon hummed as if alive, a deadly tool designed to pierce through any form of matter itself.

As such, when this weapon strikes an enemy, it can disintegrate the target instantly regardless of size.

With a swift motion, she hurled the spear toward Merciless, the air crackling as it hurtled through the air toward him with great precision.

Merciless saw it coming, grinning darkly.

His response to this attack was immediate upon meeting it head-on.

He deflects the spear with one of his blade-arms, the force of the collision sending a shockwave rippling through the air. But the Queen was relentless, already charging forward, summoning another spear with her Lanca as she closed the distance.

Their weapons clashed in a violent storm of energy and power.

Merciless swung his bladed arm in a wide arc, aiming to cleave her in half. The Queen dodged, teleporting behind him with a burst of speed, thrusting her newly created spear toward his back.

He twisted mid-motion, parrying the blow with his tail, the edge of the spear barely grazing his skin. Black energy flickered from the point of contact as his body disintegrated, or if that piece where contact was made was still a part of his body as it was banished to another dimension, from there he pushed back, forcing his away with a surge of power.

Lava from Magma exploded in a wave, splashing toward her as he sent a mental command. The Queen leaped back, her teleportation cutting close as molten rock seared the ground beneath her, the heat scorching the air hotter than any sun with the magnified power Merciless instilled in it at the very last moment using the Tagmar biology.

Naturally, the Queen’s Lanca began protecting her upon her command.

She appeared above him, driving her spear downward, aiming for his skull.

Merciless met her attack head-on, raising both blade arms to block the descending strike. Their weapons collided, sparks and bolts of lightning shooting out from the impact.

The Queen pressed down with all her might, her spear glowing brighter as she poured more energy into it. But Merciless grinned beneath the strain, his blade arms surging with chaotic radiation lighting, pushing back with monstrous strength.

"I have fought a nigh unkillable mother fucker, even more so than you, if you think this will work then you are delusional."

Merciless growled, his voice dripping with malevolent glee.

"You’re no different."

The Queen’s eyes flashed with fury, her teeth gritted as she pulled back, teleporting just out of his reach.

"The feeling is a mutual asshole."

Merciless laughed, a deep, menacing sound that echoed across the battlefield.

"I am glad we can agree on that."

He replied.

She attacked again, her spear blurring as she unleashed a series of rapid strikes, each one aimed at his vitals. Merciless moved like a predator, weaving through her blows with terrifying agility, his blade arms deflecting and countering with brutal efficiency.

His tail lashed out, forcing her to dodge as it sliced through the air cutting space self slicing apart countless mounting in that one instance; with the same energy now mixed with Aether, as the land burned at the incision.

"Agan how the fuck are you doing this... you must be some type of worm it is the only logical explanation."

She said, slightly panicking at the moment, as the fear emerged on her face.

Merciless then replied.

"Nah... it’s just skill issues on your end lady, nothing deep."

But she wasn’t invincible.

His words, like venom, began to seep into her thoughts, and in her fury, she made a mistake. Overextending in one of her strikes, Merciless seized the opportunity, darting forward with a burst of speed that caught her off guard. He drove one of his blade-arms into her side, the sharp edge cutting deep into her flesh.

She gasped, blood spilling from the wound, but she teleported away before he could finish the strike. Appearing on a distant rock, her Lanca surged, rapidly healing the wound as she glared at him, rage burning in her eyes.

Merciless’s smile widened.

"What’s wrong, Queen? Bleeding already?"

"You’ll pay for that."

She hissed, summoning another spear, this one crackling with even more power than before.

With a scream of rage, she launched herself at him, her spear spinning in her hands like a whirlwind of death. The two clashed again, their weapons meeting in a flurry of strikes and counters.

Each blow sent shockwaves through the world around them that spread a massive distance across, the force of their battle tearing the battlefield apart.

Lava erupted around them, the air filled with the roar of energy and the sound of their weapons colliding.

Merciless laughed, reveling in the chaos.

"You’re getting sloppy."

She thrust her spear forward with all her strength, aiming for his heart, but Merciless sidestepped, bringing his tail around in a wide arc. The blade of his tail cut deep into her shoulder, nearly severing her arm. She screamed in pain but teleported away, her Lanca regenerating the damage almost instantly.

But Merciless wasn’t done. He shot forward again, relentless in his assault. His blade-arms moved with deadly precision, each strike aimed to maim and kill.

The Queen parried as best she could, but the constant regeneration was wearing her down. Merciless’s words, his taunts, were beginning to break her focus, and he capitalized on every mistake.

"You’ll never win if you run away you know, and you call yourself a queen, well what was I expecting, you literally have no balls."

He growled, driving a blade into her side again, twisting it cruelly before pulling it free. Red and yellow-like blood sprayed across the ground as she stumbled back, clutching her side.

With a snarl of defiance, the Queen raised her spear for one final attack. But Merciless was faster. He ducked beneath her strike, driving both blade arms through her torso. The Queen gasped, her eyes wide with shock as Merciless twisted the blades inside her, tearing through flesh and bone.

"Im getting bored here you know, you are not my match at close combat."

He whispered, his voice dripping with malice.

The Queen’s Lanca flared one last time, regenerating her wounds as fast as they were inflicted, but her strength was fading, for every attack he landedinfused miasma and negative energy into her being, slowling her power down; and erasing that massive pool as the battle progress.

Merciless pulled his blades free, watching as she staggered back, her body trembling from the effort of keeping herself together.

"You’ll... never... break me."

She hissed, her voice weak.

Merciless grinned.

"I already have... you’re just too delusional to see this is a losing fight."

The queen’s expression was pure annoyance, as she looked at Merciless, clearly seeing the result of their battle.

"Fuck it...

She said arm stretched outward, her Lanca twisting the very fabric of reality to summon a legion of her custom Aristaeus.

From the pulsating ground, hundreds emerged—beings that adapted to Merciless with each passing second. Their forms were as varied as they were terrifying. Some were hulking and armored, their skin tougher than star-forged metals.

Others were agile, serpentine, moving at speeds that bent light itself.

Their adaptability was their strength.

"Bring me his me head my children."

The queen said, and Merciless replied.

"So you are trying to jump me again egh?!"

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"Skill issues remember."

The queen retired, as she turned Merciless words against him.

With that, the new soldiers of the queen created from her Lanca, rush towards him by the thousands.

Each time Merciless struck one down, the next evolved to counter the very method that killed its predecessor. adapting to everything it understood, but not going beyond that set limitation of understanding.

"Ohhh these are the motherfucker that bullied my Dampa back in the cavern."

Merciless said, as he quickly took note of their existence.

As such unleashed dark manevolent energy across the battlefield trying to impose them under the weight of his blood lust, only to see it absorbed.

To respond to this, his hair tendrils, each as thick as an arm, split into hundreds of bladed whips, lashing out with deadly force, but the creatures shifted their forms, weaving effortlessly between his attacks.

Their form glowing yell signally their adaption.

But Merciless was far from finished.

"Ohhh I see why adaption is one annoying power indeed... I could relate as to why people hate when I adapt... hehehe.... not bad queen maybe you are good for something after all."

"Let’s see how durable these bugs are though."

With a menacing smile, Merciless jumped some ways back from them.

Standing tall amidst the onslaught, his cape of writhing with Aether flared to life, radiating an aura so powerful it made the very air tremble for as far as the eye could see.

His voice, low and resonant, echoed across the warped battlefield.

"Adapt all you want."

He said with a menacing malevolent smile, his four glowing eyes narrowing.

"I will destroy you again... and again."

The ground beneath his feet cracked open, fissures erupting with molten lava as he raised his hand. Magma surged up from the planet’s core, since he teleported him there, and made a core he could use for this next attack.

A sea of fiery destruction spreads across the battlefield. The creatures screamed, disintegrating in the molten flood, their bodies incinerated in seconds. But more followed.

Always more.

Merciless’s grin widened, not from joy but from sheer exhilaration. These evolving creatures, these perfect opponents, only made him stronger.

"It’s time."

He whispered.

Channeling the ancient technique of Zakcry, he began to use reality tilt, a spatial technique of the Azamite clan.

The entire battlefield warped, as if the plane of existence had been knocked off balance. Mountains, trees, even the Queen’s monstrous creations—everything tilted unnaturally, caught in an endless spiral of disorientation.

The creatures stumbled, crashing into one another, their bodies twisting as they struggled to regain control.

In the midst of the chaos, Merciless stood unmoved. His body radiated an immense, crackling energy of Aether and something else.

With a single thought, his Aether cloak compressed all the power within him and the environment, condensing it into a singularity.

His body began to glow, brighter and brighter, until the light was blinding, his muscles straining as he held the energy of a thousand stars within him.

"This... will end you all."

He declared, his voice roaring across the battlefield.

With a final laugh, Merciless detonated. The explosion was catastrophic—an eruption of energy that dwarfed even the mightiest hypernova. Stars in distant systems flickered and died as the shockwave expanded upwards, and omnidirection across.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!*

An explosion so massive, and so loud, it began to consume everything in its path. The Queen’s army was vaporized in an instant, their adaptive biology useless against the sheer magnitude of the blast.

But Merciless had one final trick: Zalana’s Power—the ability to decay all physical matter.

As the wave of destruction surged outward, he layered it with decay. The Queen’s soldiers disintegrated at a molecular level, reduced to ash before they could adapt. Their bodies, the powers they were given, their very existence erased from reality.

And yet, in the final moments of the cataclysm.

Shining many times brighter than a galaxy all was destroyed, within the blast radius.

But right before that attack was released.

Merciless moved with impossible speed, appearing before the Queen. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the throat, self-destructed, and infused some of that energy within her. He forced it into her cells, magnifying the devastation a hundredfold.

Her scream echoed across the desolate battlefield, but it was quickly drowned out by the roar of cosmic destruction.

Both of them were torn apart, their bodies blown into the void, beyond the boundaries of the battlefield.

For a brief moment, there was nothing.

Endless void of interstellar space since he teleported the queen upwards before expanding and like a rocket he was sent flying into space.

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But Merciless wasn’t dead.

From the scattered remnants of his body, some cells survived.

Slowly, they began to regenerate, pulling together, knitting Merciless back into existence. Agonizing, but unstoppable.

As he stood, the vast blackness of space surrounded him.

He had been launched into the second layer of the Fantasy—the Interstellar Layer. An infinite sea of stars and galaxies stretched endlessly in every direction but the void where the supernatural nova destroyed everything, their light swallowed by the overwhelming darkness.

Floating in the void, Merciless chuckled softly to himself.

"So... we’re not finished yet."

He whispered, his four glowing eyes flickering back to life, his Aether cape coiling around him once more.

As he looked far into the distance some miles away, he could see a floating brain, that had zero damage done to it. And soon that brain had a vessel regenerating around its form.

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