Chapter 143: Swamped By The Furious Onslaught
The terrain had long been terraformed by the sheer might of the battle being waged!
Never in their lives had the Bloodborne imagined humans could fight them to this stage, even after being outnumbered.
They felt shame, and a deep budding fear. Were all humans like this?
How many were the humans? Akin to grains of sand on the earth, they knew this well, as humans had been their food source for eons — and yet these beings never went extinct.
They had outstanding reproductivity, multiplying in just a few years if given the chance.
And that chance the humans had. For the past millennium or so, humans had been given the opportunity to grow as uncontested hegemons of the earth.
By now, how numerous would they be? If even half were as powerful and talented as this bunch... would they and the other races even have a chance?
Not to mention, humans had by some miracle ignited their racial lamp.
The more they thought of this, the more chills sank down their spines.
Their battles became more frenzied. They had to prove themselves stronger, better. Their pride couldn’t take it.
A figure skidded through the earth, drawing a long trench in his wake.
The Bloodborne crawled to his feet. His muscles ached, his bones trembled as cracks riddled his frame.
One of his arms lay collapsed in the distance. He stretched out his remaining hand, and the blood from across the area converged, forming a blob.
His mouth stretched unnaturally wide. He pushed the blob down his throat, forcing it down with a heavy gulp.
Crimson mist billowed from his figure as blood tendrils stretched from his stump, attaching to the severed hand in the distance, forcing it together. In a blink, he had recovered and hopped right back into the wind.
Seth clashed furiously against the three Bloodborne before him.
His eyes hopped across his foes with unnatural speed, tracking their movements.
His intelligence stats boiled as his brain computed at astonishing speed, his condition reaching levels unseen.
With two extra sets of hands levitating around him, he clashed with three, wielding his gene skills and weapon with chilling grace and lethality.
Seth dared not use the Death Zone ability of his grim Seth.
The range of that zone would encompass this blood world’s reach for sure, and if that happened, the damage it would have on earth would be cataclysmic.
His blade tore into the sides of a Bloodborne, but he met resistance — anticipated resistance.
His eyes flickered as his tidal arms swerved through the wind, slamming into the other end of the blade, hammering the slice into the Bloodborne.
The blade dug into the bastard, but just before he could cut clean through, his fourth opponent streaked in, delivering a lethal flying double side kick to his ribs.
Seth was once more sent flying, barreling through the air. The world’s vitality funneled into his frame, repairing all damage in an instant.
"Do you see it?" a Bloodborne asked.
And Kaiden nodded, the crimson halo behind his head spinning faster, his eyes glinting with vile intent. "We strike as one. Bombard him until the damage dealt is more than his recovery speed!"
The Bloodborne all nodded at his instructions...
They weren’t blind. Naturally, they could see for themselves that something was wrong.
This guy’s vitality was too tenacious. It was as though the world itself was assisting his recovery. They didn’t know how, but they would stop him.
They took flight together, converging onto Seth in synchronized movements.
Even with the lethality of four arms, Seth was overwhelmed by the onslaught.
He wasn’t the only one with mind-numbingly fast regenerative speed. These foes only needed to channel the blood from the air, and they were good as new.
Seth had lost count of how many times he had beheaded some, split others straight down the middle, or even completely pulverized them with tidal impact.
But it was all null. They just kept coming back. Compared to the Blood Order high priests, their recovery was on another level.
"Die! Die! Die!" Seth’s will flamed, imposing on reality, channeling through his blade. He fought back with all his might.
His fury was palpable, the earth beneath his feet crumbling, but the four were relentless.
His armor was battered as their lethal strikes tore into his being, each coming faster than the last.
They zipped through the terrain, their movements leaving streaks, the earth caving and shattering in their wake — but they just kept going.
Blood leaked from Seth’s figure, his skin riddled with cracks, his organs riddled with injuries from constant attacks, his arteries rupturing.
The blood veins in his sclera bulged, his eyes going red. His adrenaline pumped, his blood raced, bolstering his muscles.
And Seth had to accept — his vitality wasn’t catching up any longer.
By this point, even a fool would be able to see these Bloodborne were all elites, their gene skills of Royal grade.
The concept had already been hammered into Seth’s brain. Yes, humans were absurdly talented and broken, but so were the other races earth produced.
Humans maxed out in intelligence for sure, but when it came to raw domination, the others were superior.
And their talents were nothing to scoff at. Put any single one of these races in the wider cosmos, and they would dominate.
Earth itself was like a world on steroids. All the races it produced were definitely the apex of apex.
Seth was bombarded beyond margins. His mind went blank, and a familiar ethereal concept rested at the edge of his mind.
It was as though it was within arm’s reach, yet so far away.
He could feel it. His blood spoke to him. This was what he needed. His arms reached for it...
Clatter!
Arghhh! Seth screamed in pain as crimson chains materialized, coiling tighter around his being.
Strangling him with each twist, yanking him out of whatever he was just about to comprehend.
These chains — his eyes bulged as they tore deeper into his being, drawing taut against his neck.
By the time he snapped out of it...
"DIE!!" Kaiden yelled, a flowing crimson light blooming on his arms as his fists ripped straight through Seth’s frame.
