The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion-Chapter 166: Breaking The Binds - 3

"My blood is endless... Be grateful... You will become a part of the endless blood of the Night King," the red-eyed figure's eyes shone menacingly.

"Soon, The blood of the Night King will devour everything," the red-eyed figure said.

"Is that so?"

The red-eyed being's eyes widened in confusion and surprise because it was sure the voice belonged to the being it had just devoured.

Before it could react, a pale hand emerged from the blood and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was holding Damian's head beneath the currents of blood.

"Who... what..."

The red-eyed figure hidden in the darkness felt something was wrong as the grin on its face vanished.

The hand gripping onto the being's grotesque form was firm and strong.

The figure had no doubt whose hand was emerging from the blood currents, it belonged to the being it thought it had devoured.

The being it could not control with its Authority as the blood of the Night King.

Then suddenly, it began to feel a pressure. An overwhelming pressure.

It felt like it was being choked alive.

And then, in the very spot where it had pushed Damian under the sea of blood, the red-eyed figure began to sense something…

Something stronger, fiercer, an emerging manifestation from nowhere.

Small ripples started to appear on the sea of blood that stretched out like the endless darkness.

Within moments, the ripples grew more intense, more violent, until they were no longer just ripples.

Waves of blood were rushing and slamming against each other in every direction.

The silent, endless void of darkness was suddenly filled with the chaos of violent, shifting winds from every angle.

The red-eyed figure, still hiding within the darkness, looked on with a shocked expression as if it didn't understand what was happening.

[Your Talent [Limitless Refinement] is taking effect]

[Your resistance to mental attacks has grown to a whole new level]

[As a result, you have developed the trait [Psychic Resistance]]

[Unless a being with significantly stronger psychic abilities, dream-walking powers, or unless attacks specifically focused on breaking your will, mind, and heart appear, you are completely immune to any sort of attacks related to mind, will, and heart.]

[As a side effect, beings who are not significantly stronger than you cannot read or see into your mind.]

The entire sea of endless blood felt the ripple moving in every direction as if the darkness itself sensed something far greater than the blood of the Night King had emerged.

Then, under the unbelieving gaze of the red-eyed figure, a figure, an exquisitely beautiful one, slowly rose from the sea of blood, right in front of it.

A vampire with pale skin and eyes glowing with an intense golden hue rose like a man returning from a hellhole.

The red-eyed figure watched in shock and unease.

It tried to back away, but found itself unable to move, its hand tightly caught in the clutches of the being it thought it had devoured.

"Are you afraid? Where did the confidence you showed until now go? Where is it?" Damian asked, as a golden aura began to seep from his body.

"How is this possible... Nobody can go against the will of the Blood of the Night King! How did you—?" the red-eyed figure asked, out of breath, despite not needing to breathe.

"That is irrelevant," Damian grinned, as the golden aura surrounding him grew larger and brighter, illuminating the endless darkness.

At last, he got a good look at the being that had been pulling the strings until now.

It was a creature made entirely of some black substance, with blood vessels crisscrossing its skin.

Most disturbing of all, it had hundreds of pitch-black eyes across its body, save for a single pair of glowing red eyes.

Damian could feel it.

Even though he wasn't affected, this grotesque being radiated an aura that could awaken ancient, unspeakable fear in anyone who laid eyes upon it.

If anyone lacking Damian's mental and spiritual fortitude were present, they would have died from sheer shock, making them easy prey for the blood of the Night King.

Damian tilted his head as he observed the being in his grasp. "What are you? Some sort of avatar that the blood of the Night King created to project its will?"

"How... how are you still here? Why didn't you break?" the grotesque being asked.

"Why would I break? Did you really think your idea of breaking my will by telling me that everything that happened until now was a lie I created to cope with my pain would work? I don't know if it's you or the author who lacks imagination." Damian shrugged, then tightened his grip. In the next instant, he grabbed its neck in a death hold.

Strangely, the grotesque figure didn't struggle.

Of course not, this place wasn't real, and this grotesque figure was likely a mere projection created by the blood of the Night King.

"You... this can't be true... No one is supposed to break free... You cannot escape. You will be devoured," the figure hissed.

"Hmm... You're still on about that? Buddy, you can never devour me... You're welcome to try, though." Damian loosened his grip and let go of the figure.

"We will devour you... We will consume you... Your blood and your soul... Everything will be ours," the red-eyed figure whispered as it slowly vanished into the darkness.

Everything went silent. The rushing winds, the violently rippling sea of blood, gone in a breath.

Then it returned, all at once, hundredfold stronger.

The blood in the endless darkness surged like a flowing river toward Damian, the sea of blood rising rapidly as if the void itself wanted to bury him, to consume him with the blood of the Night King.

"Interesting," Damian muttered, feeling the pressure building.

This time, the pressure was a hundred, no, a thousand times stronger than anything the blood of the Night King had ever released in its entire existence.

"Wow... I didn't expect you'd want to devour me this badly," Damian chuckled, as the golden aura around him grew more intense, brighter, and hotter.

The light burned the blood surrounding him, dark smoke rising as the sea of blood was scorched.

The aura began to shift, golden to bluish-purple, before fully transforming into a dominant, pure purple aura.

Damian's eyes gleamed with a purple hue.

"Let's see who devours who, shall we?"

Outside the Domain, whatever Damian was doing against the blood of the Night King, it began to affect the realm itself.

Within a two-hundred-meter radius, all the blood started flowing toward Damian as if pulled by an invisible force.

Thousands upon thousands of grotesque beings, twisted forms of blood, disfigured limbs, multiple eyes and nostrils, appeared and marched toward Damian like a mindless army of monsters.

Everything turned dark.

The entire Domain dimmed as though something truly horrifying was descending into the world.

Even the Five Countesses felt it.

Not just them, even the countless noble vampires throughout the world of Nightingale sensed it.

Something vast, something monumental, was coming.

Within minutes, thousands upon thousands of noble vampires arrived, drawn to the insurmountably strong presence, and they came to the Domain of the Blood of the Night King, only to witness something they would never forget for the rest of their eternal lives.

All the blood within the two-hundred-meter radius inside the Domain gathered at a single point, just a step away from the tomb of the Vampire Progenitors.

It converged to form a dome, as if attempting to entomb a single being, completely sealing him inside a prison made of blood.

Damian was inside that dome of blood, created by the will of the blood of the Night King itself.

The dome lifted off the ground, revealing its full spherical form as it did everything in its power to devour the most powerful being it had ever faced.

Even to the Blood of the Night King, it felt incredible.

Overwhelming.

Like it was trying to consume something far beyond its reach…

As if it had bitten off more than it could chew.

As if it would take more than everything it possessed…

To devour a being of this power and greatness.

"Something like this never happened before," Lillian Brenlith said.

"He should be reason... and look, he is one step away from reaching the tomb of the Vampire Progenitor?" Countess Amaya Kuroyami said.

The sphere, made completely of the Night King's blood, with thousands of eyes and limbs of all sorts of disfigured monstrosities protruding from it in all directions, released waves of energy in every direction, making the noble vampires gathered feel extremely fearful.

After a couple of seconds, a small crack appeared on the giant sphere of blood as light purple light shot from the cracks, then followed by another crack on the other side of the sphere.

As if responding to it, the sphere made of blood itself released hundreds of waves of energy in succession before it shot to the ground.

It began to compress as if trying to crush the being inside with pure force, but the cracks on its grotesque appearance didn't change and only grew more prominent.

Then, in the next couple of seconds, the cracks shooting purple light grew more intense as the seconds passed.

The grotesque disfigured beings made of blood, like they had a mind of their own, used their figures to stop the cracks from spreading.

It was no use, as the cracks grew larger and larger before it burst out.