HCB Chapter 203 Hunting Vampires (4)
Chapter 203 Hunting Vampires (4)
Chapter 203 Hunting Vampires (4)
"How does it feel to be hunted, you little winged mouse?" Morse sneered as he approached the vampire, whose figure still trembled in the mist. Its cries turned into angry howls, a mixture of rage and fear.
"Shut up! Don't come any closer!" the vampire roared, its voice carrying an overwhelming power. Driven to the brink of despair, it had completely lost control and launched a counterattack amidst a surge of frenzied energy.
Countless illusory blades coalesced in the air, guided by the vampire's rage. These blades shot towards Morse with deadly attacks, each strike carrying the threat of maiming.
"it's useless."
Morse reacted swiftly, summoning his wheel-like blades and swirling them in the air. Through a series of precise attacks, he deflected the incoming blades.
The room echoed with the clanging of metal. This once powerful creature now struggled desperately like a trapped beast, its attacks driven entirely by the instinct for survival.
"How is this possible? How is this possible? How is this possible...?"
The vampire repeated these words angrily while continuing to attack Morse.
"How could a lowly human like you possibly possess such power? How dare a lowly commoner like you have it!"
The vampire's despair intensified; realizing the attack was futile, it began to mutter to itself. At that moment, Morse paid no heed.
The vampire's blood is disturbed by the enchanted dagger, adding another layer of torment to its predicament.
The former predators have now been completely reduced to primitive beasts, having lost all reason and being entirely driven by the instinct for survival.
"Isn't this your true nature? Beneath that beautiful exterior, you're nothing but a beast."
"Shut up!" the vampire roared, glaring at him. "How dare you, you lowly human..."
"Shut up! Don't you find yourself annoying?!"
Morse interrupted it. Every word it uttered was utterly repulsive; a piece of trash who had turned itself into a demon dared to boast of its superiority—it was utterly disgusting.
The demon before him ignited a long-suppressed hatred deep within Morse's heart.
'I'm going to kill it, I'm going to kill it, I'm going to kill it…'
Just as they had done to her, Morse wanted them to experience the same pain.
I want to erase their lives in the most painful way...
They wanted to slaughter their own kind in front of them...
They want them to watch their loved ones die...
To crush their pathetic ambitions...
I want them to experience despair...
Want to destroy everything...
'Ouch... I've lost control again...'
The vampire's deep, hoarse voice interrupted Morse's thoughts once again, "But if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"
Its words brought Morse back to reality.
Looking at the demon before him, Morse could see a long-lost pleasure in its eyes. Its despair brought a strange kind of joy.
The once proud vampire was now reduced to such a desperate state, and Morse derived pleasure from this twisted form. The more pain it suffered, the more strange a sense of relief it felt, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from its heart.
"Are you going to summon your lowly blood domain now?"
Morse had made thorough preparations, but the vampire's condition was worse than initially assessed. Even without Sylvie's blessing, he knew the battle wouldn't change much.
“You lowly human, kneel before me now, and I might spare your life.”
Driven by their survival instincts, the vampires summoned a blood domain, instantly enveloping them in a deep red pool of blood.
A strange scene unfolded around them, with the pool of blood pulsating in sync with the vampire's life force.
Morse stood in the center of the spinning pool of blood, imprisoned by the demonic domain created by the vampire in his despair.
Just as the surrounding space was sealed off, a sinister laugh suddenly echoed through the space.
"Hahaha!" The vampire's laughter echoed wildly within the crimson realm. "You insignificant insect! I will die, but you will die with me! Come, let me see how you will stop me!"
A mad light flashed in its eyes, and the vampire began chanting a spell. The blood domain responded to its command, twisting and deforming into a bizarre shape.
A bloodhound with burning eyes and dripping blood from its fangs charged at Morse, exuding an aura of madness.
Blood bats swooped down from the sky, their wings covered in the essence of the domain, emitting unsettling screams.
In this eerie, crimson landscape, monsters emerge one after another, their appearances deformed and menacing.
"These blood demons will feed on your despair, and my blood will perish alongside them with you," the vampire declared, his laughter echoing like a storm in the domain.
As it continued to create blood demons, Morse could no longer suppress his inner rage.
Everything before him made him realize that those vampires who had not fully evolved were nothing in the demon realm.
"It's really sad."
Even if they evolve to their most perfect state, once that outer shell is stripped away, what remains is nothing more than a mindless beast.
The more Morse looked at the pitiful vampire and those deformed blood demons, the more he wanted to kill it.
Then, [Radiance of the Sky] was transformed into a rifle.
"Ok?"
Seeing this, the vampire seemed to have forgotten how it was initially attacked. It looked so pathetic that Morse felt regretful for having wasted so much time dealing with this poor creature.
The Eye of Time
As the skill was activated, time slowed down in Morse's eyes, and the monster's movements gradually became slower.
Without wasting any more time, he quickly aimed at the Blood Demon and fired a green magic bullet that pierced through the crimson field.
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
With each hit, a vibrant green light erupted from the Blood Demon's body.
They writhed in agony, mana bullets shattering their blood-soaked forms. The monsters, once thought to be dangerous, now trembled.
"Roar!"
But these attacks did not stop them. Even when the blood demons were injured, the vampires provided them with a constant supply of blood, allowing them to regenerate.
"You think your feeble attack can stop us? My blood is their lifeblood, it is endless!"
The vampire laughed smugly, while Morse calmly calculated in his mind, closing his eyes to shut out the chaotic scene of the blood domain.
Concentrate on the blood demons that have been marked; green light shines on them.
【Celestial Radiance - Astronomical Chart】
In a moment of intense focus, Morse transformed his weapon into a wheel-like form. When he opened his eyes, ten wheel-like blades appeared around him, each infused with the same green-silver magic, spinning and dancing in the air.
The blades spun along a special trajectory, guided by an invisible force, and flew precisely toward the marked blood demon. The blades flying in the air created a mesmerizing scene.
Each blade struck its target precisely, slicing through the air. One by one, the marked blood demons fell, their forms vanishing with them.
The vampire watched as his final plan crumbled, losing his eerie servants, and plunged into an abyss of despair.
"No...this is impossible!" the vampire howled, his arrogant demeanor instantly crumbling.
'This is the true use of the wheel blade.'
Morse learned this lesson in battle. This is how one improves oneself, especially for him.
The Blood Domain trembled slightly, and as the remnants of the Blood Demon dissipated, the crimson scene began to shake.
The silver light of the wheel blades shone brighter in Morse's hands, and the blood domain gradually dissipated. His gaze was coldly fixed on the vampire, a sense of emptiness and tranquility rising within him.
For some reason, Morse's excitement at killing it vanished. But as he slowly approached the vampire, the dull thud of blood slapping against the ground with each step brought those feelings back.
These sounds reminded him of that day, when the ground was just like that.
Suffocation, anger, despair, and hatred welled up inside me.
Morse's eyes burned with the emotion of returning home, fixed intently on the creature before him.
"Come on, shout louder," Morse commanded coldly, his voice carrying a chilling tone that was both familiar and strange.
He now revels in the feeling of controlling a once-powerful creature.
The torturous pleasure spread through his body, and a need to vent burned within him, a desire to unleash all his anger on this demon that symbolized destruction.
Morse gripped the wheel blade tightly and swung it rapidly, beginning to slice through the vampire's flesh, unnatural blood seeping from the deep wounds.
The vampire's screams echoed in the dim space, each one filled with despair. It began to beg for mercy, its once arrogant demeanor now shattered by the onslaught of passion.
"Please! Spare me!" the vampire pleaded on his knees, his voice filled with deep despair and a weak wail amidst the chaos. This once arrogant piece of trash was now under the control of a power of vengeance he could not comprehend.
"Not enough!"
However, Morse was not satisfied with just cutting. He summoned the Blue Moon and projected flames onto the vampire's skin.
"Ahhh!"
Colorful flames danced across its body, scorching its once pale flesh until it turned black.
"Speak louder!"
Morse now wore a crazed and ferocious expression, reveling in the thrill of revenge.
The vampire writhed in agony, but Morse continued without hesitation. He summoned his icy essence, encasing the burn within a cold cage.
"Ahhh!"
The abrupt shift from fire to frost intensified the pain, a brutal torture manifesting itself on the vampire's suffering body.
The interplay of scorching heat and numbing cold intensified the vampire's screams. Deep within, Morse battled his own inner demons, using the vampire's agony to overwhelm them.
"Louder!" Morse shouted, his voice filled with madness, echoing the chaos within him. The cycle of cutting, burning, and freezing continued, the fierce attacks reflecting the storm within his soul.
Snapped!
With a soft thud, the Blood Domain finally collapsed, turning into ruins...