Damon frowned. The poison did not have the effect he had hoped. It seed like they had a really talented alchemist on their side. They were up to date with his poison, at least what he had used back then to destroy the cities. However, he had already changed it up since then.
Even though the group did not drop dead instantly, they had visibly beco sluggish and weak. But surprisingly, even that did not bother them. "He is here! Everyone, be careful!" Mo Cheng shouted. The entire group took out vials of greenish liquid and drank it without delay.
"Oh… you even made other preparations?" Damon raised a brow, very impressed. But he was not planning to stand simply while the enemy took their ti to drink antidotes and recover. By the ti they had taken out the vials, blood swords manifested silently, dozens of them, forming in midair.
Each blade humd with lethal intent, edges vibrating as compressed blood essence scread to be released. Before anyone could make a move or even recover from the poisoned sluggish state, the many swords swung down at the sa ti.
The air was torn apart by shrill, slicing screams as the blades carved downward from every angle imaginable. Barriers shattered like glass struck by hamrs. Blood sprayed across the red sands in violent arcs.
A man barely managed to raise his weapon before three swords pierced straight through his chest, pinning him to the ground. There was no room to coordinate. No chance to counterattack. The poison had robbed them of that critical half-second needed to react.
Damon didn't move. He stood there calmly as the slaughter unfolded, hands relaxed at his sides, eyes cold and focused. Blood splashed against the ground and then rose. Crimson ribbons peeled themselves off the sand, flowing backward through the air, returning to him in elegant spirals. The blood sank into his body effortlessly.
In less than a blink, it was over. Bodies lay strewn across the red sands, broken and lifeless. Elites who would have been untouchable legends in the outside world were reduced to corpses before they could even finish drinking their antidotes.
Mo Cheng collapsed to one knee, coughing violently, eyes wide with disbelief. The vial slipped from his fingers and shattered uselessly on the ground. From the looks of it, he survived by transferring his damage to an undead.
More undead started appearing, but it was useless. Damon stepped forward. "In the end," he said calmly, "preparation only matters if you're fast enough to use it." He looked down at the fallen elites, then at Mo Cheng, finishing what was left of him. "And you weren't."
Everything was different in his tiline, starting with him. Mo Cheng was a force to be reckoned with in his last life, but now he had died without even putting up a fight.
Damon did not pay attention to the guy anymore and quickly shifted his focus to Necrogod. Knowing the kid's attitude, he couldn't help but tease him a little, "Dude, what happened? I thought you were all that, and now you are on your ass?"
Unexpectedly, Necrogod remained listless. "Watch out for the golden storms… They are not normal…" He weakly muttered. "If you underestimate them, you will end up just like ."
Damon chuckled. "Co on, dude. Don't be a sore loser. If not this event, then there will be sothing else."
Necrogod laughed bitterly. "You don't get it, do you? This is it for . There is nothing else. I am already dead, you jackass."
Damon's face changed. "What do you an?"
Necrogod laughed without bothering to explain.
"Can't you just hold on until the event finishes, and then we will all probably be teleported back to the ga world."
"…"
"How about if I give you the next mory shard I co across?"
"..."
"Hmmm… here, take this…" Damon handed over the partly ford mory orb to Necrogod, but it was useless. The very next second, the orb flew back to him on its own.
"Can't you see?" Necrogod laughed again. "I am already dead. It's only a matter of ti before the next storm appears and sucks in. There is no way I am going to clear it in my current condition. Just leave be and focus on building your mory orb. You need to do it before you co across a golden storm. Maybe if you complete your orb before then, you will not suffer any backlash even if you get into a golden one."
Damon listened patiently, even as his mind tried to co up with so solution. Sure, this kid wasn't on his best friend's list. He was a selfish prick and had a shitty attitude, but there was no way he was going to simply let him die here. He had already invested too much in their relationship for sothing like that to happen.
However, he was also not sure what he could do at this point. He could always protect him from the others who were in this sa world, but when it ca to the mory storms, he had a feeling that even if he cast a barrier or sothing, they would still be taken into different instances of the mory.
He doubted if there was a party mode for the mory world. It was probably an individual encounter. Either way, he couldn't afford to wait it out and test. It might already be late by then.
Also, if Necrogod died in the mory world or back here in this world, then he had a feeling that the death would be permanent. It was not like the ga world, where they could simply respawn. Damon looked at the dead bodies on the ground, slowly rotting away. Deviant King Mo Cheng was still dead, and his body was still here. To think that such a powerful man could simply die and beco nothing in the real world made it painfully aware that not everything was a ga. Not everything gave a second chance. There were no exceptions to death.
Damon racked his brain for all sorts of solutions. He even tried using the superior-grade healing potions Alzara had given him, but nothing worked. Sothing fundantal seed to have been robbed from the kid. It was as if all his stats were sucked dry by the mory storm.
At this point, Damon could only think of one thing. "Hey." He crouched next to the kid. "I am going to try sothing, but it might not work. Want to give it a go anyway?"
Necrogod's eyes widened. "What do you an?"
Damon moved closer to him, and Necrogod's eyes widened further. "What stupid idea are you thinking of, you bast-" Before he could finish his sentence, Damon already leaned and sank his fangs into the small, frail neck.
Normally, Damon would have preferred to do this part with no contact, especially when it was a guy on the other end, but this ti he was trying sothing very tricky, so he decided to do it the old-fashioned way.
As soon as his fangs touched the neck, blood pooled in his mouth, and he could feel the rich blood essence mingle with his own blood essence. He imdiately tried to forge a connection between the two blood essences to transfer so of the special distilled bloodline fragnts still circulating in his body, fresh from when he absorbed all the blood essence from the dead guys.
However, this was easier said than done. His blood simply absorbed the other one and the connection was broken in an instant. "Fuck." Damon cursed. He retreived his fangs and looked at Necrogod who had now beco even weaker.
"What the fuck… you bastard… why…" He weakly mumbled and looked like he was just about to faint.
Damon did not have much ti. He knew he had already failed a lot when trying to do this but he was so close to getting it to work. Maybe just maybe… he could make it work this ti.
Giving it one last go, Damon hurriedly focused inward and gathered all of the extracted bloodline fragnts circulating in his blood. Using his entire will power and ntal power, he forcefully pulled as many fragnts as he could handle and in one swift motion, he took it all out.
A blood spear appeared in front of Damon which he grabbed by his hand and thrusted downward.
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