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Republic of Zephia (3)
The first thing Heinz II did was analyze the barrier that covered the mansion.
His “insight” combined with his transcendent senses unraveled the structure of the barrier, and based on this, “the mystery of blood” began to produce diagnostic results one by one.
‘Is this a complex spell composition built around blood magic? It’s quite complicated.’
The “Mystery of Blood” was created by combining the knowledge of vampires from other dimensions with Auterica’s “Blood Magic”.
It was an ability that held all sorts of possibilities and had an overwhelming advantage over magic that used ‘blood’ as a medium.
Besides, the fact that it was a complex technique wasn’t particularly special to him.
Even if you scrape together a hundred different things and make them complicated, would that be as good as the magic that wove together the dimensional mysteries experienced on Earth?
‘It seems like a lot of effort was put into it, but…’
It was meaningless to him.
Beyond Heinz’s gaze, who was quietly staring at the barrier for analysis, Hans, who was busy with research in the immortal castle, stopped what he was doing for a moment and joined in.
Accordingly, skills including “The Path of Magic” began to instantly dismantle the diagnosis that “The Mystery of Blood” had grasped—.
‘Applying the superposition of phases and even inversion. It is definitely more stable than the others. In order to break this…’
It wasn’t long before he was able to obtain the identity of the barrier and the method of destroying it.
‘The standard way is to target the core deep inside, but there are other ways as well.’
Simultaneously destroying the same points inside and outside the barrier.
Not only was communication with the outside world blocked inside, but it was impossible to pinpoint the exact point of impact just by looking at it from one side, so it was only possible in theory.
Such trivial matters were of no restraint to him.
“It seems like it’ll consume a lot of energy… but I harvested a lot on the way here, so it won’t matter.”
Heinz, still looking calm, slightly tilted his head.
And then, just then, a few streaks of blood spurted out from his palm, which was raised to chest height and turned upward.
Churruk—
The bright red blood started to swirl and spurt out like a dragon, then soon tangled with each other.
The essence of that power, made from the pure blood of the “Purified Blood”, was controlled by the “Mystery of Blood” and contained the miracle he desired, and was slowly compressed into a single point, becoming a blood-red bead the size of a fist.
It was a medium filled with the power of blood magic that had been sent to Hesperon while he was fighting the raiders some time ago.
‘I guess I just need to make two more. They might not be as destructive, but since they’re just signal flares anyway, this should be enough.’
After making three beads in total, the real work began.
Right now, the only avatar with free hands was Hugo, so he called him, gave him the orb, and pushed him into the barrier.
To find a striking point that connects with the inside through an avatar that shares the senses.
“Phew.”
Hugo, who is now completely in charge of Earth’s chores, is gradually becoming a master of housework based on his individual skill, “versatility.”
He took the orbs that were emanating Heinz’s aura and confidently entered the barrier, using one of them towards a certain point inside.
Kurururung—
Just as I thought.
A powerful blood magic was activated, and for a moment, a strong vibration seemed to shake the inside of the barrier, but it was suppressed and disappeared in an instant after only a few seconds.
Even in the midst of all this, not a single sign was detected outside.
“···I found it.”
However, for Heinz, who was concentrating as hard as he could to observe the causal flow of the entire mansion, that one attempt was enough to pinpoint the exact zero point.
Gooooooo—
The right hand slowly extends forward, aiming at the target point.
A large amount of blood flowed out from his fingertips, and the enormous amount of blood magic that rushed in at once mixed with him and began to gather in an instant.
‘No need to wait. I’ll go right away.’
A blood-red sphere the size of a basketball in front of his right hand flaunted its presence, writhing as if it would burst at any moment.
And that was when the second blood magic burst out from within the barrier—.
Kwarrung— Kwaang—!
It was as if it was emitting a crimson beam of light that seemed to revive the dragon’s breath, striking at the exact moment and exact spot.
Kugu palace!
Unlike the surrounding area that was simply a mess due to the aftermath, the mansion that was hit directly by the attack did not change much.
However, through “Insight”, Heinz was able to vividly feel the distortion of the barrier that had been hit and the cracks that had occurred as a result.
“As expected, it’s sturdy.”
It was definitely something that happened because the power of the orb was not enough to destroy the inside of the barrier, unlike the outer part that was blown away.
I didn’t think I’d be able to finish it in one go anyway.
‘It can’t be helped since it’s not a direct attack. It was expected.’
Unlike the first attack, which was immediately restored upon impact, this was a moment where significant damage was inflicted and the barrier was not regenerated immediately.
From the beginning, I was aiming for this very moment.
Gooooooo—
From Heinz’s left hand, which was already prepared, a light even darker than the destructive beam that had been emitted from his right hand cut through the atmosphere and extended toward the same point.
And it carries the power of causality and hits directly at vulnerabilities that have not yet been fully recovered.
Kwaaaaang——!
At that moment, the ‘blood magic power’ that burst out from within once again responded and distorted the barrier inside and outside the point of impact.
The barrier finally collapsed, unable to overcome the shock.
Then, a tremendous explosion of sound, incomparable to anything heard before, shook the surroundings.
‘It turned out just as I thought.’
Although it took a lot of effort to manipulate some causality to derive the process, I felt quite satisfied with the results.
The aftermath of that attack also left a huge hole running through the mansion, starting from the main gate where Heinz was.
‘The author is···.’
As soon as the barrier was destroyed, Heinz sent Hugo away and his eyes lit up as he found an old man sitting with a drowsy expression at the end of the passage.
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I felt it instinctively.
The author is none other than Obaipo himself, the founder of the Obaipo Clan and one of the first Holy Bloods.
Satisfied with this refreshing yet hot encounter, Heinz slowly walked away and opened his mouth.
“Yeah, I finally get to see your face.”
At his next words, the other person’s head slowly turned towards me.
His face, which had seemed flustered, had returned to a calm expression, but the corners of his mouth were still twitching and not completely calmed down, as if he had not yet completely calmed down.
“I apologize for knocking so harshly. The landlord must have been deaf and had no intention of coming out.”
The corners of the guy’s mouth began to twitch even more at those words.
It seems like the provocation worked quite well.
Heinz II smiled coldly as he watched the blood magic surrounding Obaipo begin to expand and burn.
As if telling me to take it out right away if I have any hidden numbers, it was done in a very brazen and shameless manner.
***
The twelve blood vessels of the beginning.
Long, long ago—when the Holy Blood, including Obaipo, Eupersch, and Brokoslak, were first born on this land.
There were only twelve vampires in the world.
As time passed and vampires spread throughout the world, clans named after each of the Holy Bloods began to become somewhat organized.
Before they knew it, they had become one race existing on the continent and had naturally blended into the world.
‘I don’t have any memories of that time now.’
Obaipo was also one of the first Holy Bloods.
The estimated age is approximately ten thousand years or more.
However, unlike dragons, who are born with a strong mind and intellect that cannot forget, the mental power of vampires is not as strong.
Of course, they were also beings who had reached transcendence, so they were far beyond the level of ordinary mortals, but even they had limitations in the face of the endless flow of time.
The average period during which the Holy Bloods maintained their selves intact was approximately 2,000 years.
From around that time, those who started to go astray little by little began to decrease in number, one by one, as time passed.
Some people went on a rampage, killing people without thinking about the consequences, and were later punished.
Someone killed a young dragon for its blood, only to be torn to pieces by the enraged dragon.
Another person was chased by the religious order and killed because he failed to properly cut his tail.
Some people even took their own lives because they were suffering from eternal life.
It is not surprising that the number of Holy Blood, which was originally twelve, has decreased to this extent.
‘I chose to erase everything except a thousand years’ worth of memories in order to protect my ego. Brokoslak took the approach of reducing his activity by hibernating periodically like dragons, and Yupersch tried to overcome this by splitting his power and memories and putting them into another body.’
Because of this, the information from the past that Obaipo currently possesses is closer to what he ‘learned later’ based on various facts rather than memories of ‘direct experience.’
Forgetting the vivid experience and replacing it with a few dry lines of information added later.
That’s how he’s been able to survive until now.
However, as the activities of the Holy Bloods, who had absolutely reigned over the vampire society, decreased and their influence weakened, the clans also began to rise and fall one by one, splitting and dying out over time.
In particular, the speed of the fall of the clan after the Holy Blood disappeared was so miserable that it was difficult to watch with open eyes.
It was at that time that an ambition began to sprout in Obaipo’s heart, who had watched the rise and fall of the race from the beginning.
…No, maybe it was then.
It was unclear when he had this desire, as he had always erased all but the last thousand years of his memories, but it was clear that it had been well over a thousand years.
That would be the case, because even the oldest memories he had left were filled solely with the process of achieving that goal.
And for a very long time.
He moved with the sole goal of his life to retrieve the essence left behind by other holy bloods.
It wasn’t that difficult to steal what was being stored by those who had been reduced to minor clans or what was in the warehouse of some noble.
The problem was that they were in places that were not easy to rob, no matter what.
‘The great battle with the Immortal King was a great help in the process. Thanks to that, we were able to retrieve what had fallen into the hands of the dragon and the cult.’
The movements of the Immortal King, which occurred at the very moment when he was waiting for an opportunity, were of great help to his progress.
Moreover, with the help of the revolutionaries and the oath of the reverse heavens, the essence of all the Holy Bloods, except for Brokoslak and Eupersch, which had been impossible to find despite a long search, finally came into his hands!
The time had finally come for the dream I had been dreaming of for so many years to come true.
With that in mind, he proudly welcomed Heinz II.
He never thought for a moment that he would be defeated.
I’m only thinking about recovering the essence of Eupersch that I feel from Heinz and the essence of Brokoslak that is in the Kingdom of Thalia.
‘Why··· why···?’
That’s why the current situation feels even more confusing.
I was caught in a situation I never expected.
Kwaaaaang! Kkurung—
“Ugh!”
A mansion that has already collapsed beyond recognition, leaving only rubble.
Until just a moment ago, it was the throne where Obaipo had been confidently waiting for a challenger.
Not a sickbed where I’m lying in such a mess like this.
Pussuk—
He slowly rose from the rubble of the mansion, his whole body covered in gravel.
Phageit! Pissed!
Sparks fly without stopping.
The battle in my mind had been going on for dozens, hundreds of times since then.
But what he didn’t expect was…
‘It’s fast…! Not only is his ability impressive, but his speed of thought is also amazing…!’
Contrary to his initial confident stance, his opponent’s abilities far exceeded his expectations.
Moreover, for some reason, the authority he had as someone who had access to the ‘origin’ of blood, which was the biggest reason he had been so confident, did not work on him even a little.
In the first place, I didn’t expect complete control since they were from different bloodlines, but still, I managed to get my hands on ten of the twelve bloodlines!
No matter how I thought about it, it was strange that I wasn’t affected at all.
‘Why? In the first place, blood vessels are twelve branches that branch off from a single source. It is impossible for them to be unaffected like they are now.’
Isn’t this a reaction as if it were a separate bloodline that has nothing to do with the origin?
Of course, that’s not possible.
‘Is he up to something? Or is my research wrong? No, that can’t be. So what’s the situation now?’
His mind began to become tangled and his thoughts began to waver.
Since there is a limit to the power that a single being can contain, no matter how much essence he had, it did not make him that much stronger.
The power that the current Obaipo can accommodate is at most about 1.3 times the limit.
In the current situation where we are constantly being pushed back, it cannot be said to be a particularly meaningful figure.
‘···I didn’t want to use this. Revolutionary, were you expecting this too?’
Up until now, I thought that the ability to control the source was sufficient, so I didn’t even think about anything else.
I felt like I was being played by a revolutionary, but I couldn’t just let it happen.
Crackle! Crackle!
And from that point on.
Heinz’s expression, which had been approaching leisurely, became stiff.
