Chapter 247 Sanguinis Clan Conflict 07
The Sanguinis Patriarch didn't waste any time; he quickly rushed toward Vlad with a blood spear in hand and several others launched beforehand using his power, hoping to distract Vlad.
Pierced! Pierced! Pierced!
All of the spears hit their mark, but Vlad seemed unfazed, as if what was pierced was not his body. One of the spears even went through his skull, yet he continued talking with the Sanguinis Patriarch as if nothing had happened.
"What… What are you…?" Sanguinis patriarch uttered, his voice mixed with horror and disbelief. No vampire could endure three strikes from the blood spear and act as if nothing had happened.
It's important to note that the Sanguinis Clan's blood weapon is feared among vampires, as it can even kill vampires like holy armaments from the Vatican, despite its nature being akin to dark magic.
The reason is that the power of the Sanguinis clan is related to the vampire source of power, which is blood—the core of vampire existence. Being hurt or damaged by the blood weapon of the Sanguinis Clan is akin to their own core of existence being damaged or destroyed.
That's why other clans don't dare to act rashly in front of the Sanguinis Clan. Those clans without blood-related power are both in awe, fear, and loath the Sanguinis Clan. They want to eliminate the only vampire clan that can easily kill them with their power but don't dare to blatantly do so.
"I am the same as you… a vampire!" The moment Vlad's voice ended, he rushed toward the Sanguinis Patriarch. The monstrous strength within every cell of his being burst forth, creating a sonic boom as he punched toward the Sanguinis Patriarch's chest.
Booom!
The forceful impact of Vlad's punch shattered the Sanguinis Patriarch's chest plate armor, propelling his body like a meteor out of the guest house. He crashed through walls, demolishing the small building compound nearby.
The destructive aftermath left a trail of chaos—concrete and cement debris, along with broken bricks, flew through the air, creating a tempest of destruction. The Sanguinis Patriarch's body tore through the main pillar of a nearby structure, causing one-third of the building to collapse in a thunderous cascade of rubble.
The Sanguinis Patriarch lay buried beneath a formidable mound of bricks and debris, a symbol of the overwhelming power unleashed by Vlad. As the dust settled, the Vampire warriors and Sanguini Vampire Blood mages, witnessing the devastation, were seized with a sense of urgency. They knew they had to confront this formidable adversary head-on.
In the ensuing clash, the Sanguinis Vanguard, a formidable force comprised of Vampire warriors, each possessing strength equal to ten strong men, and Blood mages wielding devastating magical prowess, initiated a relentless assault against Vlad.
The warriors moved with the coordination of a fierce storm, their zweihanders slashing down with a power and destructive force that surpassed human capabilities. Simultaneously, the Blood mages conjured fireballs of cataclysmic proportions, capable of obliterating small hills.
Vlad flashed his insane grin toward the Warriors as he rushed at them with the glee of a boy who had discovered a toy store filled with all his favorite toys.
The blood zweihander cut through Vlad's body like a hot knife through butter, but the horror unfolded when Vlad's mangled form retaliated. He unleashed a powerful punch at the warrior's chest, nearly obliterating the unlucky warrior's heart in the process.
Fortunately, these warriors are noble Vampires; their vitality is not weak, and their bodies only become paralyzed, entering a hibernation state to heal themselves from the heart injury.
"Heh! Weak!" Vlad sneered as he threw the unconscious body of one of the warriors to the ground with a boom, creating a small crater. The remaining warriors entangled with Vlad couldn't defend themselves for long before meeting the same fate as the first warrior—paralyzed by their heart injuries and thrown to the ground like broken toys Vlad had lost interest in.
"The target is at least the Ancestor Blood Vampire! Use the Blood Flame Annihilation magic!" The leader of the Sanguinis blood mage squad shouted before quickly gathering all their power into their leader.
At this moment, Vlad felt a very powerful mana gathering into the leader's body. His body floated in the air, flashing a sneer toward the blood mage squad without any thought of interrupting the mana gathering process for casting the spell.
"Damn intruder! He's looking down on us!" One of the blood mages roared in indignation at this slight.
"Let him! He won't have that smile for long!" The leader answered while still gritting his teeth. In all his long life as a vampire, this was the first time he was looked down upon by his opponent.
At that moment, when the leader felt that the Blood Flame Annihilation magic was ready to release, a large stream of blood tentacles rushed out from the debris nearby where the patriarch was buried. The blood tentacles pierced the backs of all the Sanguinis blood mages, pumping an unbelievable amount of blood for the mages to use as fuel for the spell.
In a split second, the powerful blood flare ignited, and a large and powerful blood-red beam with extreme heat and the curse of blood annihilation fired toward Vlad, who flashed an insane grin toward the mages.
The beam enveloped Vlad's entire body, burning him in the process. However, a chilling laughter mixed with happiness, satisfaction, and insanity rang out from the black silhouette still being burned and disintegrated within the middle of the beam.
"HAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!" The monster's laughter inside the beam sent shivers through the cold hearts of the vampires in the compound. Whether a mere small servant or a seasoned warrior, the laughter chilled their hearts with fear and trepidation.
At this moment, all the vampires in the Sanguinis clan compound who witnessed this scene secretly prayed to the gods. Even though they disdained gods, at this time, they prayed and hoped that this devastating magic could destroy Vlad.
A few moments passed, and the laughter stopped, along with the black silhouette that completely disintegrated. Not a speck of dust remained. All the vampires in the compound let out a sigh of relief, and the Sanguinis Patriarch broke out of the debris hill.
"It seems that we were successful. He was indeed strong, but he died because of his arrogance," the Sanguinis Patriarch uttered as he observed that Vlad had vanished completely from the world.
"Thank you, Patriarch. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have succeeded. He could even maintain his body in that beam for nearly two-thirds of its effective power length," the Sanguinis Blood Mage leader thanked his Patriarch. If not for the surprise power boost that the patriarch gave them at the end, he was sure that Vlad would have survived that catastrophic magic.
But then, the clouds in the night sky thickened as the dark clouds unnaturally gathered.
Crack! Crack! Boom! Boom!
Thunder rang, and lightning flashed as an ominous air rose. Now, the hearts of all the vampires beat fast, as if they were once human. Fear began to creep up into their hearts, poisoning their minds.
— Meanwhile - Sanguinis Ancestor Tomb —
Within the resplendent and majestic tomb nestled beneath the main citadel of the venerable Sanguinis clan, an awe-inspiring sight awaited those who entered. At the heart of this sanctum, a singular stone sarcophagus reposed atop a lofty platform, its surface adorned with a tapestry of intricate engravings that wove the epic tale of the Sanguinis clan's genesis.
Standing in reverent silence before this epitome of vampiric heritage were Ulrich and Lysander, both revered elders and distinguished vampires of the esteemed Sanguinis lineage. The air in the tomb hung heavy with centuries of history, and an unspoken acknowledgment passed between the two as they prepared to unveil the secrets guarded by the colossal stone sarcophagus.
With a display of supernatural might, the elders synchronized their efforts to push aside the lid, a monumental task given the lid's colossal weight, almost a hundred tons of hallowed stone. As the lid yielded to their collective strength, it revealed the inner sanctum of the sarcophagus, a chamber resonating with the profound echoes of bygone eras.
Resting in eternal repose within the heart of this ancestral vault was the mummified form of a noble figure, adorned in regal armor drenched in a profound hue of blood-red. The ethereal ambiance of the tomb seemed to intensify, emphasizing the sacred lineage and undying legacy encapsulated within the confines of this revered resting place.
This figure, was none other than Radu Sanguinis, the first Ancestor of the Sanguinis Clan himself. He's lying here in long slumber, awaiting for his descendant to wake him up in time of need.
Beholding the scene, Ulrich nodded in contentment. He produced a ceremonial dagger, its blade keen and gleaming, and with a deliberate cut, released a flow of crimson from his palm.
"With the lifeblood of thy progeny, I beseech thee to stir from thy slumber. Awaken and uphold the covenant to our bloodline, shielding us from..."
Ulrich was on the brink of concluding his profound invocation, poised to offer his blood to the Ancestor. Yet, in an unforeseen twist, a wooden stake impaled his heart from behind. The perpetrator of this unexpected betrayal revealed himself to be none other than his trusted confidant, Lysander, the Third Elder.
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