Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 99: Creative Tactics & Royal Blood

Merciless began to see Oblivion flames engulf him at that point. Nevertheless, he had a strategy to get out of this dilemma. It wasn’t particularly warrior-like; it was similar to fleeing. However, he didn’t really have a choice; this man practically surpassed him in every way; he had a reply for nearly anything he threw at him.

Order was useless, and Zakcry’s initial defense was so strong that he was practically invulnerable before him. Merciless had run out of alternatives; he could use Crimson Dawn again, but for some reason, he couldn’t use his CD in this space. Something was preventing him from using Crimson Dawn.

’I need to utilize my Nosferatu transformation, but I can’t since it takes roughly a minute to complete. This is why Nosferatu vampires aren’t included in the same class of danger as their transformational racial abilities, in and of itself.’

’Because they aren’t all that difficult to deal with on their own. However, if you allow them time to morph, you will undoubtedly face a big problem; however, if you kill them before they transform, the problem will be solved.’

’However, he might outclass me here, but I still have the power of money on my side.’

Merciless spoke, his thoughts heard only by him as he began to stretch his left hand forth, almost reflexively; at that point, a portal opened beneath his feet, leading him to fall in. As a result, he effectively escaped oblivion flames, falling through the portal and landing on the soft mattress of a hard jail bed within one of the endless numbers of cells of the Proximia dimension.

He fell lightly and was restored to his former form: blond hair with black tips, very tall and intimidating, four eyes, the top pair bright neon blue and the lower pair dark scary purple. A huge pair of black horns and a silky snake-like black tail on the lower back. He dresses in his gothic style, which resembles something a high-class noble would wear and shows a neoclassical design.

"I managed to escape that blast! Men, I really owe father a lot, hmm... or should I say mother, but oh well, mother identifies as a man right now, so I shall call Michelle father for as long as she assumes that form."

Merciless spoke at the time, recalling many of Michelle’s various forms throughout history; there were times when she was a humanoid, monstrous, animal, you name it, different races, she could even take the form of dragons, spirits, and conceptual beings such as devils, and he could even become demons.

’Hmm, it appears that I am in one of the vacant cells of the Proxima dimension. Well either way, I can rest easy since I have set the flow of time at a ratio of 1:24, which means that one second outside equals 24 hours within this area, and I have time to consider what I want to do.’

’Now, let me go over what I know about the opponent. First and foremost, the primary issue with this filthy Azamite is that I stole all of his souls and he was still able to resurrect himself, implying that he does not require souls to revive, which is quite annoying.’

’Does that have anything to do with what he refers to as the star of glory, or is it something else entirely? Then those weapons of his are undoubtedly his ichor, resurrection, and mass weaponry, which at first look to be feeble, but he is quite proficient with his weapon, and they quite overpowered to boot.’

’Even with Crimson Dawn, killing him isn’t enough; if I want to progress, I need to figure out how to counter-attack his resurrection, but the main problem is that I don’t know how he does it to begin with.’

’But then and again, he did admit that he died at my hands when I used World Break to crush him alive.’

’Hmmm... I could spam World Break but to use World Break, I need Crimson Dawn, and without Crimson Dawn, I lack the power to do it again.’

Merciless was thinking very seriously right now; certainly, he could go into his Nosferatu form, but it wouldn’t help him understand why he continued resurrecting; he wanted something that would finish the struggle once and for all, but without further knowledge, there was nothing he could truly do.

’Sigh, I hate to say it, but I can’t deal with Zakcry on my own, especially if there’s a chance he’ll just come back after dying.’

Merciless admit.

However, at that moment, one word in his sentence caught his attention.

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"Dying...

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"Hehehe... I believe I have found an answer if he can be resuscitated indefinitely; all I have to do now is make him die indefinitely. Ahahahahaha... Oh my, Substance, my beautiful slime, you continue to serve your lord and master well."

"Zalana contracts with Aχλύς; essentially, Zalana can open up a doorway to another faze where the law of death rules above all else; those who enter that place will die. I’m not sure how Jordan survived being transferred to that location, but I’m confident the Azamite isn’t an elder, and an elder would not have perished at my hands in the first place."

"If I can only send the bloody Azamite soaring inside that place, triumph will undoubtedly be mine. But I need to recite the incarnation to open the gate that would ultimately go to that faze, as well as figure out how to send him hurtling within. Which is easier said than done?"

’Well then, lets get to it... I will formulate a plan, I wont waste time of this Azamite, the objective is to kill him, nothing more, nothing less, but to do that, I must...

"Hmm, that sounds like a lot of fun. Say, can I help, master?!"

"Hmmm?!"

Merciless turned his attention toward the voice, confusion written on his face. He hadn’t detected anyone nearby. Then, he saw her. A stunning woman stood leaning against the jail wall, her presence both shocking and alluring. Unlike before, she now possessed six limbs and a tail identical to his, sleek and snake-like, as black as the night. On her head were large, thick, and sharp black horns pointing upward.

Her body was a sinful masterpiece, designed to evoke lust in its purest form. Her pale grey skin contrasted with her neon blue lips and eyes, which glowed with a nocturnal allure. Her claws were blue, matching the color of everything inside her—from her blood to her flesh, and even her bones. As Merciless focused on her, he sensed an immense amount of aether emanating from her chest. It was her heart, or her ichor, and in her case, that core radiated with potent energy.

She wore an exquisite piece of armor that blended the elegance of blue with the frightening allure of black. The armor was a work of art, with sleek, polished plates that fit precisely to her contours. The breast plate was embellished with beautiful engravings and sparkling crystal-like materials, emphasizing her voluptuous body while offering strong protection.

Her pauldrons were sharp and angular, jutting outward to give her a more commanding presence. The gauntlets were intricately designed, with each finger finished with sharp, claw-like points. Her legs were wrapped in beautifully carved greaves that provided agility and strength, the metal glittering with a black brilliance. The armor’s boots were both robust and exquisite, giving the appearance an impression of regality and might.

Each of her limbs was surrounded by five aether rings, with her tail included, for a total of 45. These rings glide smoothly around her, emitting an ethereal light that pulses in sync with her motions. The rings were more than simply ornamental; they emanated great power, demonstrating her dominion over Aether which is at her disposal.

Merciless couldn’t keep his gaze away from her; the mix of her breathtaking beauty and the overwhelming power she exuded made him both awestruck and aroused. The sight of her, a combination of lethal grace and raw sensuality, was nearly overpowering.

However, he did not betray his interest; if there were not more pressing problems at hand, he was convinced he would have slammed this orc down right now and here, her eyes fixed on him, and the black markings on her face were a new addition to her appearance as well.

But her features were not what drew his attention the most; his danger instincts were on high alert, much more so than his feelings for Zakcry, for when he peered down to her side, there was a terrifying piece of equipment.

At her side, almost like a sheathed sword, was a rather unique weapon; it was a man-catching weapon mostly used in medieval times, that being a man-catcher. The shaft was a deep, iridescent blue, made of an opaque, impenetrable material that shimmered slightly in the faint lighting. Intricate carvings swirled along its length, heightening its attractiveness.

The weapon’s head was covered in sharp purple spikes arranged in a semi-circle, meant to clamp down with inescapable power. Smaller barbs bordered the inner borders, making escape impossible without serious harm.

The weapon was firmly fastened to her side using a special holster made of the same blue and black material as her armor. It hung at an angle, right behind her hip, providing quick and simple access.

This weapon, with its lethal elegance and flawless craftsmanship, enhanced her look and authority.

’Hmm... so that’s Kali’s Divine Arm, Calesto-Makia. I couldn’t believe it at first, but this goblin—no, she’s not really a goblin anymore, is she? She’s more like a mutated orc. I can sense it. Inside this woman are two bloodlines, neither overpowering the other.’

’She has 100% royal orc lineage and 100% of something else. It’s similar to the feeling that woman named Kali gave me when I saw the memories through my soul and Anastasia. Heh, I’m no genius, but if I had to guess, Anastasia is both an orc and a Hankovistos, also known as a Vistosian.’

’Yeah, I inherited some of her memories when I respawned from her being. However, most of those memories are hidden from me, almost as if someone else is protecting them. It’s probably related to what Father mentioned to Nimue.’

’This tragic goblin is being shielded by some unknown higher power. But to think there are so many people out there who can counter or even cancel Father’s Ichormancy.’

’What really unsettles me isn’t that her new memories about Kali are being protected, but that my ichor, which can copy any genetic DNA, couldn’t comprehend—no, more like it couldn’t copy—that mysterious 100% of her current bloodline.’

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’I know for a fact she inherited Kali’s royal blood. Is there a reason for this? Am I just too weak, or is Anastasia’s new bloodline also being protected by that higher power?"

These were Merciless’s thoughts. The knowledge he received from Ana upon his rebirth was vast, but as he approached the most crucial parts of Anastasia’s newly inherited memories, someone or something prevented him from obtaining anything more. What he had gained was practically nothing compared to what was being withheld.

But it was a matter for another day, because Merciless was looking at the armor and said.

"Why does your armor look different."

"Oh, this? I don’t know. It just changed its form the moment I put it on. My guess is it adapts to the user."

"Hmmm I must admit you look damn good in it, something about a woman in fully geared body armor instead of typical bikini armor just hits different."

Merciless confesses, his nearly emotionless face showed his surprise and honest look, but it was enough to make Anastasia blush purple. She turned her head and twirled her hair, embarrassed.

"Thanks I guess, im not really used to compliments."

"Mhm… welcome to the club. I can count on one hand how many compliments I received as a human before I became what I am now. Honestly, it’s not a big deal. It’s strange, isn’t it? I used to crave attention, but now it all seems pointless. I don’t really understand it myself, so there’s no need to dwell on it. Just be honest with yourself and let your desires run wild."

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"Hmm didnt the armor came with a helmet what happen to it?"

Merciless asked, to which Anastasia replied as such.

"Ohhh that ehehe, well watch this."

As if moved only by her volition, the helmet began to shift. The helmet’s dark blue and black metal moved and reformed with a sequence of precise, mechanical clicks and whirs, beginning behind the neck parts and stretching outward to both sides.

The helmet’s design progressed fluidly, with the metal plates sliding into place with smooth, intentional movements. The once-flat surface of the helmet began to take on a more complex and ominous appearance. Dark blue and black parts interlocked and adjusted, forming an angular, armored silhouette that framed her face.

The transformation was both effective and stunning. The helmet’s edges curled inward with a last, sharp snap, forming a sleek, protective barrier over her face. The design was both practical and intimidating, with a strengthened frame that provided maximum defense while maintaining mobility.

The helmet’s front had a sharp, angular form, with a conspicuous visor that flashed faintly in neon blue. This visor not only gave her a good perspective of her surroundings but also acted as a focal point for the helmet’s design, emphasizing her determined stare and increasing her visibility.

As the helmet sat in place, the blue and black metal appeared to absorb the light surrounding her, providing a stark contrast to the lighting visor. The helmet was embellished with small but effective elements, like stronger cheek guards, a strong brow ridge, and a sleek, aerodynamic design that gave both protection and a menacing image.

"With this armor, I am ready for whatever comes next, I cant wait to be of use to you, I really owe you so much master."

Ana stated, her voice calm and confident, as she evaluated the helmet’s fit and performance.

"And besides, It’s designed for defense and intimidation, perfect for the challenges ahead."

Merciless nodded his head, and replied.

"Mhm, you said you wanted to help right?"

"Of course what can I do for you?"

Clearly determined to please the Merciless in whatever manner, it was quite straightforward, but this version of Ana is perpetually corrupted due to Mercy soul.

But Merciless still asked.

"How confident are you in your spatial manipulation?"

This was critical since he had no prospect of survival in that place and so needed to find a route out. However, what Ana stated astonished him.

"I’m strong enough to override your conceptual domination of this place for sure. I also feel like I could destroy the very layer of space from which you originally came. It seems like a rather mundane structure to me if I have to be honest."

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"Excuse me...say what now?"