The golden barrier around their formation shattered instantly. The remaining experts looked around in horror.
"It's over…"
"These things aren't even using poison, how are they so fast?!"
"Shadow constructs shouldn't be this strong!!"
"He's cheating the class system! He has to be cheating the system!!"
"Isn't he a fucking vampire? How the hell is he even able to use poison and shadow elent like this?"
Shadow beasts prowled the battlefield like wolves made from moonless night. Their glowing eyes flickered with eerie red light, and they pounced as a coordinated pack the mont they found a weakness.
The final C-rank defender scread as he attempted to activate a teleport talisman. It fizzled. His HP bar hit zero before he even realized that sothing had attacked him from behind in such a frenzy that it was the sa as instant death.
And just like that, the group of C-rank experts beca nothing more than blood banks. Damon greedily absorbed all of the blood essence and licked his lips.
"War is the best thing that can happen to us." He grinned as his shadow minions collected all the loot scattered along the battlefield. "Blood Reign, are you able to hold onto anymore stats at all?" Damon probed the poor weapon spirit, who only replied after a few seconds. "Not all of them." Damon nodded in understanding. "It's fine. Do your best." He had a few more ridians he could open, but all of them needed a special atmosphere. He had already consud about 10,000 more stat points after opening the star ridian cluster in his back.
Shockingly, each ridian improved its potential a lot more than a normal ridian was capable of doing. This only made Damon want to take even more ti with his ridian smashing. Opening the right ridians might make all the difference between a diocre body and a godly body. He did not want to rush it.
At the sa ti, his heart ached to see so many stat points go to waste. If only he could sohow use all these stat points. Especially in the current scenario, where he was essentially going to be fighting one battle after another nonstop, he really wanted to sohow use his cheat ability and not let it go to waste.
Damon silently looked around as more and more blood essence flew into his body. He closed his eyes and sensed his miasmic boundary further expand boundlessly without any hindrance in its path. Right at this mont, the lotus buds around him started blooming and exploding one after another, their petals drifting near and far. This only further accelerated the nightmare.
Each lotus detonated like a silent bomb. A ring of pale petals drifted outward, and every single one carried a different poison profile. Neurotoxin. Rot. Paralysis. Mana-burn. Viral decay. Essence-bleed. Petrification dust. Even hybrid poisons with contradictory effects, instant kill, lingering corrosion, and delayed burst, coexisted in impossible harmony.
The land around Damon warped. Grass curled into blackened spirals. Stone bubbled. Air shimred like it was being boiled alive.
Damon exhaled slowly as the expanding miasma harmonized with his will. The poisonous boundary was stabilizing. Stretching. Thickening. Responding like an extension of his own body. This atmosphere, this battlefield saturated with death, was ideal for opening the next ridian cluster.
This war was basically over. It was only a matter of ti before the entire city was vacated.
Damon knew it was underhanded of him to use a strategy like this to win a war. Nobody would have expected this, especially after his move to start a guild and recruit like a madman. But that was a re fake. If they fell for it, then it was not his fault.
His plan was the sa right from the beginning. Go to a city and render it unlivable. When everyone died or ran away, then he would suck all of the poison back inside and refill the city with vampires and more vampires!
Well, as long as sothing as simple as this worked. Now… was there any way he could save all these stat points? Damon silently pondered. At the sa ti, he also focused on the poison flow in his body and tried to see which was the next set of ridians he could burst open. Maybe if he focused enough, he could identify a better pathway to unlock.
Lastly, he was patiently going through one petal after another, thoroughly analyzing one poison after another. This was a numbers ga, and thanks to La Rocha, it was only a matter of ti before he stumbled onto a suitable soul-eroding or soul-strengthening poison. He was fine with either.
Damon closed his eyes and continued his training as he concentrated on these three things. After a while, he shadow stepped to a new location in the city, switching positions with his clone. Naturally, this position was in the middle of a highly populated region where the guild mbers stood awkwardly, wondering what to do next. He appeared like a devil out of thin air and once again unleashed chaos and madness.
The NPCs scread. Players stared in disbelief. Poison surged. Shadows feasted. Damon smiled. It was ti to clear another district. Damon unleashed hell without hesitation and created another poison hellscape as he sat back down to absorb all the blood essence. To practise his blood manipulation skills more and more, he took his sweet ti and used more skills.
If he could improve his blood manipulation skills, then perhaps he could observe how exactly his bloodline extraction skill worked, or at least partially direct the result of the skill to a drop of blood. In that way, maybe he would be able to save so stats for future use or for soone else to consu.
"Blood Reign, does this even make sense? What do you think?"
The weapon spirit was speechless. "Only you can think of sothing like this, my liege." She remained silent for a while and then burst into giggles. "My liege, this is brilliant. Yes, it is possible. We can do this. You just have to let feel you. All of you…"
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