#241
Vampire Rise (1)
Crackle! Crackle!
A spark more intense than anything that has ever happened before.
At this unusual reaction, Heinz, who had been pushing his opponent the whole time, took a step back with a stern expression.
‘Somehow, it was too easy.’
Until just a moment ago, the fight with Obaipo was going easier than expected.
He and Heinz have the same class of blood.
If we had to rank them, Obaipo, who had lived for a long time, would inevitably be higher, but Heinz’s overwhelming specs were so overwhelming that they could easily ignore that level of difference.
Even putting aside the influence of various other skills, the difference in status between the two species through “Mixed Evolution” is so great that it’s embarrassing to put them in the same category.
Even when compared to the Holy Blood, which can be said to be the pinnacle of vampires, the gap is more than double.
‘At this point, it’d be strange to lose.’
Based on such an advantage in specs, Heinz thoroughly pushed Obaipo.
The thoughts and blood magic clashed incessantly, and at the same time, physical clashes were repeated.
If I had continued on like that, I would have been able to subdue him without much trouble before long···.
Phageit—! Kwaang—!
Sparks flew from a much closer place than before, and the two sacred bloods collided again, sending a strong shockwave through the surrounding area.
His territory was being pushed out by the expanding ideology centered around Obaipo, and he was gradually put on the defensive.
‘Is it phase 2?’
It seemed like he had no intention of giving up just like this.
“Ugh— I, Obaipo, am the one who will become the king of all vampires in this world···! I don’t know why the original ‘authority of blood’ doesn’t work on you···.”
A force that continues to surge forward even as the conflict continues.
The old vampire muttered softly with a distorted face, his whole body twitching.
“No, wait… You… you bastard….”
He muttered to himself like that, then sighed as if he realized something, and then glared at Heinz, who was standing in front of him, with narrowed eyes.
“···Yes, you’re a traitor. I’ve definitely heard of it···. There was a guy who suddenly appeared and took control of the Brokoslak Clan in an instant and rose to the top···.”
Another round of attacks took place.
In the meantime, his momentum had grown so rapidly that it had already exceeded five times its original level.
The aftermath of the attack slowly destroyed his body, but even that did not seem to be the end, and the increase in strength showed no signs of stopping.
“I see, that’s right…. I don’t know how, but it seems you’ve found a way to resist your bloodline…. Are you going to use that ability to usurp the throne this time…?”
Obaipo muttering incomprehensible words as if possessed by something.
But Heinz, who had been diligently protecting the realm of thought, suddenly realized something from those words.
‘Oh, I’ve been feeling a bit ticklish for a while now.’
I was so focused on the fight and the reaction was so weak that I thought it was just the excitement of the battle, so I didn’t really pay much attention to it.
Now that I think about it, it seems like what was stirring inside him was influenced by what he called the ‘authority of blood’.
“I see. Is this energy all heat? Then it’s all the remaining blood vessels. I never thought I could use the power of other blood vessels like this.”
“Kuuuuuu··· Are you noticing now? Yes, I am the one who inherits the original bloodline···. The master of ten of the twelve bloodlines is this Obaipo···!”
Heinz’s body was thrown backwards with a tremendous force that continued to expand from his body.
The power that could not have been contained in one place originally was forcibly pulled up, further raising the level of Obaipo.
“···How is that possible? If you forcibly use other blood vessels, especially the blood left behind by the Holy Blood, it won’t end up as a simple mental contamination.”
Heinz, who had barely managed to pull himself up from where he had been thrown, frowned and opened his mouth.
Of course, since he himself was immune to mental contamination, he had already ordered his subordinates to search for him.
Although it’s been quite some time and I still haven’t found a single one.
‘Was it because this guy had already recovered everything?’
Somehow, even though they absorbed all the remnants of other clans, no one knew about their whereabouts.
It seemed like they had been thoroughly involved in the murder and extermination.
Phageit—! Choaaaak!
And while we were having that conversation.
Even though he evaded by using “Negation of Existence”, Heinz still landed a fairly large effective hit.
The wound on his thigh that was on the verge of amputation regenerated in the blink of an eye, but this was not a very good sign as the bastard’s momentum was still rising.
“Ahhh… Now things seem to be going well…! How is that possible? Of course it is… After all, this body is the king who stands above all vampires…!”
Heinz’s expression slightly frowned at the self-praise, then returned to normal.
He didn’t seem to have any intention of giving a proper answer, but he had some idea.
‘The ability obtained when sucking the blood of a vampire from the Obaipo Clan was “Fusion”. Seeing that it was absorbed by “Hybrid Evolution”, it seems to be a similar lower ability. It seems to be a vision designed to be linked to that.’
It wasn’t to the extent of calling out to the bloodlines from other dimensions, but each bloodline had some sort of specialty.
The Brokoslak Clan, which took over a country with its ‘bloodline’ and unique mental abilities that only the Upersi Clan could use, was also part of this.
Dismissed—! Kwaaang!
This time the blow was quite significant.
The entire shoulder area, including the collarbone, was blown away and then instantly restored.
As expected, there was a need to hurry and do something.
“You, traitor… You have gone against the will of the original source, so you are not worthy of being my subject, so I will kill you on this spot….”
Obaipo licks the blood from his hands, smiling confidently at his obvious superiority.
I had no intention of becoming a subject in the first place, but I was getting excited all by myself.
More than that, right now that···.
“Ugh! Keuk—!”
Gulp— thud!
His face turned pale in an instant, and he soon vomited a gush of blood.
At the same time, the realm of thought that had been pushed forward roughly began to waver and then suddenly began to shrink again.
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‘Ah, I see. That’s a vampire habit. After all, it’s the easiest and fastest way to figure out your opponent.’
Although he had already experienced it several times, his blood, not filtered by the “purified blood”, was toxic to vampires… no, it was no different from radioactivity.
But I ended up drinking it while trying to force myself to draw on other strengths.
“Phuh— Thud! What the heck is this…! What the heck are you…! Brokoslak? Upersch? No, no…. A power that has deviated this far from its source…?”
Now blood began to flow out of not only his mouth but also his nose.
“Ah— So that’s why…, the reason why the authority of the bloodline didn’t work…! How unclean is this blood…? This is not just a traitor, it’s a heresy…!”
“That’s too harsh. I’m just a little bit too eccentric. My roots are still here.”
As you said.
Heinz’s roots as a vampire were in his Brokoslak bloodline, and the reason he became a Holy Blood was because he stole Euphersh’s blood.
Naturally, it had to be the most important part of what makes him up.
If we really want to be precise, it’s probably around 40 percent?
Of course, most of them have mutated due to various factors, so not much of the original pure part remains.
‘That’s roughly… maybe 5 percent?’
Judging from the body’s reaction to him, it might be even less than that.
‘I’m talking about the origin rather than that.’
The great one that unites the bloodline of the first birth.
That was the origin of what Obaipo was talking about.
A fictional bloodline that formed the basis of the ‘Vampire’ race before it split into twelve.
It was a fantasy-like story that if he could complete it and make it completely one, he would not only become the king who ruled over all vampires, but would also gain power that would surpass even the Immortal King.
‘under!’
however.
From Heinz’s point of view, it could only have been a joke.
That would be the case···.
‘In fact, it is the beginning and source of all bloodlines in Outerica, but in terms of dimensional scale, it is merely a branch of countless vampire sects.’
A race that uses the vampire factor as the basis of their power, grows stronger by sucking the blood of others, has a strict class system, and grows in power through infection.
Although such vampires were treated as contagious diseases or germs in many worlds, they were also a fairly common race found in many dimensions, just like humans, elves, and dragons.
‘I don’t know if there is a separate network of divine beings that exchange information between dimensions.’
And perhaps because of their unique ecological structure, they were the most prone to extreme changes in dimension among all the other races.
As if a real virus had mutated to adapt to its environment.
“You call yourself a king. Can’t you even tolerate that?”
“Ugh, you…!”
Heinz, with his head raised and a mocking sneer on his face, looked down at him as he tried to pull himself together and taunted him.
If the origin he speaks of is the original form of vampires, and if it means tying together the many branches and taking all their strengths.
And if you call the one who owns it ‘King’.
What should we call him, having absorbed the best of not just Outerica, but also countless other vampire factions from across all dimensions?
What about Heinz II, the being who has already evolved beyond the origin and is closest to perfection?
In this case, the words that can describe him are···.
“Phew— yes, then I should be called Emperor.”
That was all there was to it.
A word said as a joke.
But more than anything, it was an adjective that was infinitely close to the truth.
“Stop talking nonsense…!”
Of course, to Obaipo, it was just a mockery of himself.
And then, after a while of shaking with anger, he suddenly stopped.
“Ku …
Soon he started to laugh sinisterly.
“You said hybrid…? It seems like quite a few of your subordinates have entered this city….”
The elite troops that initially set out with Heinz numbered only about a hundred, but when you include the additional troops that came in through the bloodline, that number increased several times over.
They were still buying time by continuing to harass the Obaifor Clan and the Republic’s defenders.
“Come on, let’s take a look at the Emperor’s authority…!”
Right after saying that.
Obaipo immediately raised his head and let out a strange roar toward the sky.
[“Children of the Hybrid, come here! Come, kill your false king and welcome the true king!”]
A powerful wave of blood magic that only affected vampires swept through the entire city of Ulretor in an instant.
With absolute control that cannot be denied, as long as it is within range.
‘There’s nothing I can do about that mutant heretic, but his subordinates are different…! Go ahead and kill those subordinates you trusted so much with your own hands…!’
I was upset again because I was trying too hard, but considering the consequences, it wasn’t a huge loss.
After making such a confident shout, Obaipo looked at Heinz with a meaningful smile—.
Heinz also met his gaze with an indifferent attitude.
“······?”
The silence that followed.
And while a little time passes.
There wasn’t a single hybrid vampire that came here.
Not a single one, really.
‘Why···?’
Obaipo’s face was strangely distorted.
Having come into direct contact with that blood, I could understand why Heinz was not under my control.
But aren’t things different for the vampires under him?
‘My orders don’t even work on guys of that level?’
At this point, I couldn’t help but feel skeptical about whether I could truly encompass all the bloodlines as I had calculated.
The very foundation and belief that would allow him to achieve his ambitions was shaken to its roots.
“Why? Isn’t it happening the way I want?”
Heinz’s mockery rang in his ears, but he didn’t have the luxury of caring about it at the moment.
‘That can’t be. That can’t be···!’
How many years have you poured into this?
The journey to collect the legacies, of course, and to study them until they can be put to practical use.
He has been dedicated to this for thousands of years, even experimenting on his own body.
But the result is like this?
As the thought of the thousands of years of effort that had gone to waste began to creep in, the small despair that had been building up in my heart grew bigger and spread like poison.
“Heh··· Heh heh heh···.”
Obaipo, with his head bowed, kept shaking his body and bursting into empty laughter.
Regardless of his mood, the power that was constantly surging within his body was endlessly uplifting him and protecting his body from loss of concentration…
‘It’s meaningless.’
His body, which was already collapsing from the excessive concentration of force, was now collapsing to a degree that was visible due to the toxicity contained in Heinz’s blood and his repeated reckless actions.
In order to survive, he had to draw out this power and find stability even now, but if he did that, there would be no chance of victory left for him.
Obaipo’s empty gaze, which had been quietly staring at his own disintegrating body, turned back to Heinz.
‘Heinz Hybrid II, monarch of the Kingdom of Thalia and ruler of the Vampire Clan Alliance Hybrid.’
A bloodline mixed with all sorts of unknown bloodlines.
A heretical body that dares to reject the origins and seek reform.
And, a body that has the ultimate perfection and the highest level.
Unlike his body, which was constantly being torn apart by the torrential currents of strong force, it was the most suitable vessel to contain the original flow.
‘···Okay, I admit it.’
The magnitude your body holds far surpasses mine.
Maybe you can handle the strength that is too much for my wretched body to contain.
If that happens, wouldn’t we be able to properly exercise the authority of the original source?
okay.
therefore-.
Give me that body!
Phage, phage, phage!
A moment when a spark stronger than ever before flashes fiercely.
Obaipo ignored his own collapsing body and charged at Heinz.
There was nothing that could stop him as he burned everything, disregarding the rest of his life.
‘I should be grateful to the revolutionaries.’
An unknown power that allowed him to push his ‘fusion power’ to its limit, allowing him to combine the power of different bloodlines and manifest them simultaneously.
Without that, I wouldn’t have even dreamed of this approach.
From the moment it became unclear whether the ‘ambition’ that had allowed him to endure for so many years, even in the face of the fear of losing his memories in real time, would be fulfilled, he could see nothing.
Crunch!
Finally, Obaipo’s hand grabbed Heinz’s forehead.
In the process, his body was quickly falling apart, covered in wounds from the attacks he had allowed one after another, but he smiled brightly, not caring about his physical condition.
“Kuuuuu! Emperor, let’s make a bet….”
Of course, there will be some adventures along the way.
This time he was definitely confident.
“The stakes are everything they have…”
He is a person who has lived for thousands of years and has continuously practiced.
Moreover, even if you erase all your memories, the ones that remain are over a thousand years old.
But how could you possibly lose to someone who has at most a special body and has lived for a few hundred years?
“The winner takes everything the loser has….the body, and even the soul!”
like that.
Obaipo borrowed an unknown power and confidently infiltrated Heinz’s mental world.
[What is this?]
I found myself letting out a dispirited sound as I encountered a situation that was a little… no, a lot different from what I had expected.
