Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 172: Full Power Merciless VIII

As the Aristaeus Queen began to regenerate in the distance, her brain drifted through the vacuum of interstellar space. The explosion shot upward like a needle, spreading omnidirectionally below, propelling both Merciless and Queen Melizha into the second layer of the fantasy world.

This world had two distinct layers: the surface layer, an infinite expanse of land, and the interstellar layer, filled with endless galaxies, planets, and stars. It was similar to the Azamite’s infinite imaginary space. The last attack obliterated a vast portion of the surface and interstellar layers, leaving a massive void where Merciless and Queen Melizha landed.

There were no stars or planets, only a boundless darkness as far as the eye could see. A few faint flickers of light appeared in the distance, but they were so far away they seemed like mere candles in the void.

The sheer force of the nova blast surpassed anything naturally formed within the vastness of space, obliterating constructs far beyond the reach of ordinary cosmic phenomena. But despite the cataclysmic scale, destruction was never Merciless’s true aim.

His plan for the Queen had always been to exhaust her, to drain her power bit by bit—not to create a cosmic display of such magnitude.

In truth, even if Merciless had desired it, that attack wasn’t meant to be a show of overwhelming destruction. It was merely him releasing all the energy he had absorbed and stored within his cells since the dawn of the energy absorption skill. Now, his energy reserves were entirely drained, leaving his tank empty.

At this point, unleashing another attack of such a monumental scale was simply out of the question. His energy reserves had been spent, and the damage had already been done.

But for Merciless, that was more than enough.

He had achieved exactly what he wanted.

Now, the only thing left was to end it.

The key to defeating the Queen had never hinged on brute force alone. Overcoming a foe vastly more powerful than himself required a delicate balance of factors, and the most pivotal move had been drawing her into his subjective reality.

This wasn’t about raw destruction, though. The hardest part still lay ahead. To truly bring her down, Merciless needed to exhaust her entirely, drain every last ounce of her strength.

And for that, everything he had done so far was carefully calculated for that singular purpose.

From the very beginning of the battle, Merciless had faced the Queen head-on, utilizing his newly devised Chimera Martial Arts. Against an opponent of this level, his typical combat approach would have been inadequate. After all, Merciless was not known for excelling in close combat at such an extreme level.

Recognizing this limitation, he had meticulously crafted a new fighting style—one specifically designed to counter the Queen’s overwhelming power. That was how Chimera Martial Arts came into being, an adaptive and deadly technique forged for this very moment.

It was through this direct engagement, trading blows with her, that he managed to implant the attack he needed within her cells. Even the Queen, with all her regenerative abilities, couldn’t undo what he had done.

"Hehehe... Let’s finish this, I’m so close to victory."

Merciless said, as purple plasma wrapped around his being, as he prepared to to fly towards her.

However!

*Splut!!!*

Victory seems, to not be as easy as he wanted it to be.

"Ha...

"What... is this?"

He whispered, his voice laced with confusion and frustration.

And then an immense wave of pain came all at once... pain so excruciating to the point, that he with extremely high pain tolerance, for the first time in his vampiric life began to tense up in severe pain beyond words.

A low growl escaped his mouth.

"Ughaaaghh... fuck!!...

And then a gut-wrenching scream, escaped his mouth loud and primal, like a wounded animal that received a wound it would never rid of.

Naturally in space, one cannot breathe, hence one cannot speak, but speaking was basically a law in this fantasy world, it is how he can get his shit talking in.

But in this case, his voice was not shit-talking it was one of intense squirming, and shrieking.

"AGHAAAAHAHAGRraahHAAHaaah... the hell is happeNNING to meEE!!?...

Merciless gasped in horrific pain, pain so intense it traveled and ripped through his body at a constant without end, halting his movement.

His eyes widened in shock as black blood suddenly began to pour from his eyes, mouth, and ears, staining his blue skin.

His vision blurred momentarily as his body convulsed in response to the internal rupture.

He raised a trembling hand to his face, feeling the blood—a searing warmth, almost like heated oil—bubbling and oozing from the wounds. The viscous liquid trickled down his cheeks and pooled in his palm, each drop scalding his skin as it made contact.

It was a strange sensation; the agony of the heat clashed with the resilience of his body, creating a paradox that left him both pained and awed.

Despite the trauma he had endured, he remained standing, his body proving tougher than he had ever imagined. He had survived an explosion more powerful than a hypernova, emerging from the cataclysmic event largely intact.

He didn’t pull his hand away yet, but he knew his own blood when he felt it.

"How... how is this possible?"

He questioned himself, as he could clearly remember that suicidal gamble he took with his current unnamed attack.

How could he not, he could still remember the shockwave that reverberated through him, as he had focused all his willpower on his regenerative abilities, willing his cells to knit themselves together amid the chaos during the self-destruction.

The relentless surge of power that came shooting from his cells, as he used the properties of the Tagmar to increase its power basically magnifying it, upon release basically vaporized his body the moment he self destructs.

But that attack didn’t come without a plan to survive it, in the last moment, he had allowed some of his cells to endure the inferno, as he focused his regenerative powers on a small chunk of his body, sustaining him through the worst of it.

As he was regenerating and being obligated at the same time when that nova went off.

But his fear would soon respond to his denial.

When he pulled his hand away, the sight of his own black blood boiling immensely in an unnatural manner, dripping from his fingertips confirmed his fears. His hands shook violently, far beyond his control.

"This doesn’t look good at all!"

He whispered, his voice laced with confusion and frustration.

"Sigh... I need to look into this quickly."

At that moment, Merciless began to analyze his own body. Although he managed to gather insights, the process of tapping into his Ichor proved excruciatingly painful. Gritting his teeth against the onslaught of agony, he successfully traced the source of his internal failure, a revelation that left him both stunned and apprehensive.

"So that’s what’s happening... ha... to think that using the Vadkos at full power would be this poisonous to me. Adapting isn’t even working as a result... I never knew an Ichor could overheat."

He muttered disbelief etched across his features. The Ichor, a supernatural heart that granted every vampire their unique power, was... well, in Merciless’s case, it was overheating.

This was not a flaw inherent to his Ichor but rather a consequence of an external force clashing violently with his internal physiology—the external source being the Vadkos Awakening ability.

As realization dawned on him, he understood the gravity of the situation. Wearing the Vadkos armor, activated through his awakening, came with a dire drawback.

This armor was designed to push its wearer to the very peak of their power, maximizing their potential.

For most individuals, this would not have caused such devastating internal damage.

But Merciless was different.

His trait of eternal evolution, an unyielding force driving him to grow stronger with each passing second, set him apart from others. Every moment, even when he was doing nothing at all, his body was reaching new heights, evolving faster than anything his enemies could comprehend.

That was merely a passive ability of his Ichor, which had been inherent since its initial level 1. Now, at level 4, the evolution of his Ichor had accelerated significantly. What would typically require thousands of years for an average species to achieve now took Merciless only a matter of weeks. His unique genetic makeup and the relentless nature of his eternal evolution facilitated this rapid advancement, allowing him to transcend natural limitations at an astonishing pace.

Yet this relentless evolution, combined with the immense power of the Vadkos armor was pushing him to the very brink of collapse.

The sheer force of his abilities, all reaching their zenith simultaneously and at a constant, generated immense pressure within him.

Each of his powers, already at their peak, compounded the strain on his cells, tearing them apart from the inside. His Ichor, Darwinism and all the other forces coursing through his veins were barely held in check, straining against the very fabric of his being.

The only reason Merciless was still alive and able to move was the inherent trait of his mother clan, the Michellian clan: cellular regeneration.

This passive ability was the thin thread that kept his body from unraveling completely. His cells were regenerating at a frantic pace, just fast enough to counteract the damage he sustained, but it was a delicate balance. Without his genetics, he would have crumbled, utterly unable to fight.

However the young Michellian in that moment, did not fear collapse.

Did not fear death.

Did not fear pain.

But he did fear one thing.

And that was weakness.

This immense pain reminded him of his human body, that weak state of being disgusted him to no end.

He didn’t want to go back to that state of vulnerability.

As such the Michellian prince pushed himself in that moment.

"Even with this... I can still move."

He growled through gritted teeth, forcing himself to fix himself upright in the void despite the intense pain wracking his body. The strain was unbearable, each heartbeat a reminder of his limitations, yet he would not allow himself to stop.

He had come too far to falter now.

The Queen was still out there, regenerating in the distance, and as determination surged within him, one singular thought dominated his mind: he had to finish it.

"Hehehe... my body crumbling, but so is yours."

Merciless said as his powers surged like never before. Drawing from his own pain, he harnessed that suffering to fuel his strength for one final confrontation. His body contained Loviatar vampire DNA, a lineage known for becoming most formidable when faced with imminent death or intense agony. In those moments, they could amplify their abilities, transforming their pain into a source of empowerment, and Merciless was about to tap into that terrifying potential.

"If I don’t claim victory today... I am unworthy to see tomorrow."

A massive wave of purple plasma erupted from his body erupted from his body in that moment, so bright to the point if one were in orbit, one would see it clearly from space.

As his cape transformed from Aether to a pair of fleshy black wings, that dwarfed his massive body in size, these were his correspondence wings, the same pair of wings that allowed him to save Hector.

These wings have the power endless grow via uncontrol regeneration and could make Merciless use all his abilities in mere instances through it since they act conduits for them.

But Merciless didn’t make his wings endlessly expand he kept it as it was.

"It hurts so much... but this pain is what keeps me going, so it is more than welcome."

With those words said, Merciless took off with blinding speed and began to target the Queen as he traversed the darkest reaches of interstellar space.

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As Merciless sped toward the Aristaeus Queen, his form a blur of seething energy, her eyes widened in shock. She was preparing to strike—her thoughts already forming a plan, her hands raised to summon a colossal spear, larger than a planet itself. The weapon would burst into countless smaller spears, each capable of erasing matter at a mere touch. But just as her focus sharpened to unleash this devastating attack, something dreadful unfolded.

"Tsk... Let’s see how you handle this you bastar...

But in a similar fashion as Merciless something began to happen to the queen.

Black and purple flames erupted around her, not in a way she had ever seen or could counter. They didn’t burn—they decayed. The very essence of her Lanca, the subjective energy that gave her power, was being unraveled, eaten away into non-existence.

Her cells, once brimming with vitality, for some reason began to die at an exponential rate.

"What?...

She gasped, her voice filled with sudden panic.

She gritted her teeth, trying to will them away, but no force, no command of her vast power, could stop their consumption. The essence of her Lanca—her ability to manipulate the force of life in the meaning of logic and her own logic—was being undone, stripped away by these vile flames.

Her spear flickered, then dissipated into nothingness.

"I recognize these flames."

Queen Melizha said.

It was flames born from the energy Merciless used against her, by combining two opposing energy sources basically making a new unnamed energy of it.

And since it was a power that defied the law of the universe, it was something she couldn’t undo.

But why and how this happening left her clueless.

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Merciless on that other smiled from afar drawing closer, after all those close combat attacks were basically to slowly poison her, and when she was at her most vulnerable he would activate his trap.

To put it in perspective, he had formed a contract with himself—a pact that allowed him to inject any aspect of his power into another being, like a poison. This was why he attacked the Aristaeus Queen with radiation-infused lightning that coated his blade. The lightning acted as the venom, though, in truth, any attack from him could deliver this poison.

However, radiation lightning spread more efficiently, and by reshaping it both inside and outside his target with each strike, the dosage became even more potent. The catch was that this ability could only be used on one person a day, and once applied, it wouldn’t work on anyone else until the day had passed.

This was his grand plan, bringing her to his subjective reality, then killing her elites after separating the whole team, since the queen can summon her elite at dead bed a special ability only queens of her species can use.

And lastly fighting her head on with this plan in mind.

His plan was finally at the last end.

And there was nothing Melizha could do but prolong the inevitable.

"Just a bit more Merciless and her Lanca is yours."

Meanwhile, the queen was suffering from an internal dilemma.

’Shitshithshitshitshithshitshit... why is this happening to me?!’

She focused inward, summoning the full extent of her regenerative power, commanding her body to rebuild itself faster than the flames could consume. But the moment her cells began to regenerate, they, too, started to wither under the relentless assault.

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!...

Her voice grew strained, panic seeping into the edges of her calm.

"This is bullshit... I refuse to die like this."

Her body was failing her. The inky flames snaked their way through her, tearing apart her cellular structure with horrifying speed. Every effort to heal was undone faster than it began. She could feel her body dying—not just dying, decaying—being erased from existence, as if it had never been.

Unreadable energy + Zalana decay just made the process all the more brutal.

"NONONONONONOOOO... heal god damnit HEAL...

Her voice rose in a desperate shout, her composure crumbling as the terror gripped her heart.

That indefinite energy within was burning away at a rapid rate.

Her neurons began to sputter and fail. She could feel it—her brain the last bastion of her identity, was under siege. Her mind, sharper than any blade, capable of warping reality itself via her subjective understanding of life, was being eaten away by this energy she couldn’t understand.

As such, what she did next, can only be called desperate.

She made a choice—her last, desperate gambit.

"Focus on the brain... Melizha... to hell with everything else."

The body was expendable, but her mind had to survive.

For if her thoughts remained intact, there was still a chance.

There had to be.

"I will not fall here, Merciless!"

She spat through gritted teeth, pouring every last drop of energy into halting the flames’ assault on her mind.

"You think you can reduce me to nothing? You are the deluded one! I… I will tear you apart!"

But deep down, a flicker of doubt gnawed at her. She had never faced something like this—something that unmade her on a fundamental level. The Queen, who had ruled over countless galaxies with an iron grip, now felt the creeping, insidious terror of being unraveled into ashes.

Her form began to mutate wildly as the flames continued to devour her. If her perfect body couldn’t hold, she would take on a new shape.

She would evolve.

The Queen of the Aristaeus would adapt.

Her body swelled and twisted, her skin splitting open as new, monstrous appendages grew. Clawed arms the size of moons sprouted from her back, eyes blinked into existence across her expanding, grotesque form.

Wings unfurled—gigantic, jagged things like blackened blades of light. Her body contorted into something far larger, something far more monstrous—a grotesque fusion of everything she had consumed, had made up, and had fused with via her Lanca, every creature, and beast she had encountered across the endless expanse of worlds.

But the flames continued their merciless advance, burning through even this abomination she had become, but far slower than before due to his compact and thick size.

"You will suffer for this, Merciless…

She growled though the edge of fear was now impossible to hide from her voice.

"I am not some foolish creature you can reduce to ash. I am the Queen of the Aristaeus! Champions of their respective world bend their knees before my might, you are no different you hear me."

Her words echoed through the vast emptiness, but even she wasn’t convinced.

The fear had taken root, insidious and deep. For the second time in her existence, the Queen—who had never known anything but absolute power—was facing the terror of her own destruction.

A flashback of Echidna destroying her species’ creator came creeping back at her at that moment.

She could feel Merciless approaching, the Malevolent aura of pure bloodlust radiating from him growing ever closer, ever stronger. His eyes, those terrible, glowing eyes, locked onto her as if to say her time was vear.

"No… no!"

She roared, struggling against the decay that continued to gnaw at her existence. She reached deep into the darkest, most primal parts of her power, trying to summon something—anything—that could turn the tide.

"You will not have me! You will not have me!"

But her words were hollow. The flames only burned brighter.

And Merciless was almost upon her.

As Merciless sped toward the Aristaeus Queen, her titanic, shifting chimera form stood like a fortress of grotesque energy. Her body, larger than a star, twisted with monstrous appendages—horns, tails, and claws morphing continuously, as if the Queen was constantly evolving, constantly adapting.

Eyes, hundreds of them, blinked open across her form, each one pulsing with a different frequency of power. Some glowed with plasma-like intensity, others swirled with vortexes of antimatter, while the rest crackled with chaotic energy forces that could tear apart the laws of reality similar to Jordan but to a lesser extent.

Without hesitation, she unleashed them, and the void exploded into a storm of energy beams, each powerful enough to erase planets, each aimed directly at Merciless.

But he did not slow. His wings, vast and grotesque, flapped with a grace that belied his monstrous size.

Each beat of those wings sent him spiraling through the barrage of energy like a specter, dodging the blasts with almost casual ease.

The Queen’s attacks, so devastating to any other being, meant nothing to him. His body, a blue and purple blur, sliced through the chaos, his serpentine form weaving through the energies like a shark cutting through waves.

"Is this it?"

Merciless sneered, his voice low but echoing with disdain.

"Come on, your life is a stake here, honestly your desperation is showing quite beautifully."

The Queen’s response was immediate. Summoning her Lanca energy, she materialized a legion of metallic titans, each one the size of a small moon, their bodies forged from dark energy and star-metal.

The hulking giants surged toward Merciless, their fists crackling with enough power to collapse stars. They swung at him in unison, fists the size of cities, seeking to crush him between their massive frames.

But Merciless’s expression didn’t even flicker. As the first titan closed in, his serpentine tail split into a hundred smaller tendrils.

With a flick of his tail, the tendrils lashed out, stabbing through the Titans’ metallic frames. The moment his tendrils made contact, the metal began to decay, rust spreading like wildfire across their bodies. Their once-impenetrable armor corroded in seconds, breaking down into rusted fragments that dissolved into nothing.

"I expected a challenge."

Merciless hissed, as his tails danced in the void of space, disintegrating titan after titan.

"I didn’t come here to kill toys. Or maybe that’s all you are—just another broken puppet?"

One titan managed to swing at him, its enormous fist aiming to crush him from above, but Merciless simply flicked his wrist. His arm transformed into a blade, glowing with raw Aether energy, and in one fluid motion, he sliced the fist cleanly in half. As the slice itself ignores its durability and cut space itself.

The titan groaned, its body tearing apart as its massive form crumbled into shards of rust.

The Queen, watching this from the depths of her star-sized form; nothing more than a brain within, roared in fury.

One of her chimera arms, larger than a small star itself, swung down toward Merciless, the force of its movement warping space and time. The limb, lined with dark energy, moved with enough power to obliterate entire star systems.

It tore through the fabric of the void, a cataclysmic wave of force aimed directly at Merciless.

But Merciless was faster.

With a sudden burst of speed, his wings flapped once, sending him shooting upward, narrowly avoiding the monstrous arm. He spiraled through space with terrifying precision, his wings slicing through the darkness as if it were water.

"Is that all?"

he called out mockingly.

"You’re throwing tantrums now?"

As he circled her massive form, Merciless’s eyes glowed a searing neon blue.

His arm, still in its blade form, began to shimmer with a deadly glow as he coated it in Aether, the very essence of the void itself. He moved in closer, his flight graceful, predatory.

"You know what’s funny?"

Merciless taunted, his voice dripping with venom.

"I was expecting more. You, a Queen, the so-called ruler of the Aristaeus nest you rule over, I heard your kind is feared in many universes. But here you are, reduced to this…flailing around like a dying animal."

In one swift motion, Merciless struck.

His blade, now an extension of the void itself, slashed through the very fabric of space as he aimed at her massive chimera arm. The strike was so precise, so clean, that for a moment it seemed like nothing had happened.

But then, the enormous that stretched in a horrific manner, bulky and long, so much that the entire limb self, which was more like a monstrous limb—larger than an entire solar system—Is connected to star like torso at the center of all these disfiguration split in two, the rift in space itself glowing brightly for a brief moment before it sealed itself shut.

The Queen’s arm, severed at the shoulder, drifted into the void of space, disintegrating into cosmic dust as it fell away, by the flames eating away at her existence.

There were many more limbs like this, connected to that one star-like core, but soon to they all met the same fate.

One becomes two.

Two become four.

And four become eight.

And eight become sixteen.

But as more came he cut and dashed away, each slice mocking the durability of space itself.

"You think size matters? You think you can just crush me?"

Merciless hovered there for a moment after he rid of all those annoying appendages, his four glowing eyes locked onto the Queen’s writhing form.

"I’ve fought bigger. Do you have any idea what it’s like fighting a Non-Euclidean? You’re just the next in line."

The Queen’s chimera form howled in pain, her colossal body thrashing in the void as she tried to regenerate, but Merciless wasn’t done.

He darted forward again, wings slicing through the dark, his tail snapping behind him like a whip. With each beat of his wings, he closed the distance between him and the Queen, preparing for the next attack.

"You’ve already lost, Queen Melizha"

Merciless snarled.

"You just don’t know it yet."

He flapped his wings, circling her vast form with effortless speed, his tail lashing out again, this time wrapping around one of her remaining arms, decaying it on contact.

"Do you even know what real power is? Power isn’t about how big you are, or how much destruction you can cause. It’s about control. And you…

He paused, grinning darkly.

"You’ve lost control."

With that, he shot upward, positioning himself above her crumbling form. His blade-arm glowed once more with Aether energy, ready for the final blow.

The Queen, despite her size and power, was now vulnerable, her once-majestic form disintegrating under the relentless assault, his attack taking her down externally, and his internal attack burning her away from both inside and the outside.

"Say goodbye, little bee."

Merciless whispered his voice barely a hiss.

"Your reign ends here... it’s about time someone wears that crown of yours."

With a final, vicious strike, Merciless prepared to bring his blade down, sealing her fate once and for all.

Channeling all his remaining energy one strike, sacrificing a massive chunk of his soul to increase the power behind this attack.

The blade now emitted a fusion of black and purple energy, a lethal mix of Miasma and Negative Energy. Miasma is the antithesis energy that negates everything it touches. Negative Energy, on the other hand, was a mathematical force, burning away matter by subtracting it until it reached the absolute concept of zero. Together, they formed a devastating power, erasing everything in their path with precision and finality.

"NOOOOO."

A distorted voice could be heard from the beast.

And then.

With a final, vicious roar, Merciless unleashed his fury. His blade, now a vortex of black and purple energy, descended like the fist of a vengeful god, splitting the space around with its descent.

The very fabric of space shuddered as the energy cascaded outward, a tidal wave of annihilation rippling through the spacial void.

Time itself seemed to slow as the blade connected with the Queen’s massive, crumbling form.

Her star-sized body or rather her star-sized torso, weakened and vulnerable, had no defense left. The blade cleaved through her with a star-shattering crack, splitting her grotesque, chimera form cleanly in two.

The black and purple energies surged through her flesh, consuming her from the inside out, erasing every atom of that chimera form from existence. Her countless eyes flickered, their light dying as they too were evaporated.

There was no explosion, no sound—only a flash of dark, blinding energy that swallowed everything. At that moment, the Queen’s once-mighty form, her vast power, and her reign of her nest that conquered countless galaxies in different composite universes was nothing more than meat that met its end on Merciless cutting board.

In the stillness that followed, Merciless hovered in the cold, empty void. His glowing eyes surveyed the nothingness left in his and her wake.

No trace remained.

The stars twinkled far beyond, indifferent to the godlike battle that had just unfolded.

With a quiet, disdainful breath, Merciless flexed his wings and spoke into the emptiness, his voice low, victorious.

"Another powerful foe has fallen."

Merciless said, as he looked into the distance, and that was when he saw it, a small piece of the queen’s brain, but the Lanca around it, was so feeble, it was starting to disintegrate by his poison.

The black and purple flame slowly starts to consume and decay.

"Shit, can’t let that piece of her goes to waste now can I."

With that Merciless went onward, to reap his rewards, fighting through the pain of the Overheat.

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