Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride-Chapter 659: Pinnacle Existence

Nikolai forced her to wait until he’d gathered them first, desperate to keep Sarah safe, he instantly leapt into the air, splitting into three bodies. He empowered one with ice, the other empowered by fire, using the Tepes clan’s blood art.

The air felt like blades tearing across his cheeks as he dropped from twelve feet in the air, his hand grasping the heaven-slaying spear overhead.

"Nikolai?!"

Sarah shouted his name, but he was already focused on the battle. Below him were more than a thousand bone saints and other atrocities.

They didn’t just wait for him to fall. The bone saints lifted their arms as sharp bones snapped free and shot into the air at his three clones.

BANG!

With a flash of fire, Brunhilde blew the skull of a bone saint into pieces.

"Open fire, don’t disappoint our boss now."

Behind her, the maids all adjusted their sights, closer than the thralls, they took nest in a building roughly two hundred and fifty metres from the battle. Though a human might struggle with simple iron sights from this range, werewolves could match the power of an 8x scope with their naked eyes.

A rain of bullets overwhelmed the bone saints trying to impale Nikolai; a few sharp bones sliced his cheeks and chest, but overall, he was fine. Able to avoid the worst situation, he landed in a group of marauding undead, slamming his spear into the ground.

BOOOM!

The ground shook, Nikolai’s body bouncing slightly from the recoil, his muscles screamed from the feedback and backlash from hitting the earth.

Bones and flesh exploded around him as the dirty, green and black energy stored in their bodies flowed into him like sucking it with a straw. With each kill, he became a little stronger, and his stamina would recover significantly.

"Come on!"

Ba-Boom! 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

His clones landed in two different areas with a burst of fire and ice; their strength only matched a portion of his, but their current fighting force matched a Great Elder.

He took a momentary glance at the surroundings while adjusting his posture, with his spear held over one shoulder, he faced the crowds of undead.

"Two, three..."

There were more than a thousand undead, but most of the ones in this area were garbage; two or three posed a threat to the women with him.

"Ha!" With a swift blow, his spear smashed another skull, two replacing it, lunging at him with their deformed claws.

Nikolai didn’t even avoid their attacks; he rushed into them with a wide sweep, the claws tore through his clothes, and his bulging muscles stopped their deadly attack. With a brutal blow, he managed to shatter the skeletons into dust.

"Phew..."

From a distance, Sarah watched Nikolai attacking them brutally, he took blades, bones and their bites while using his spear like a baseball bat, destroying the enemy. "He’s so sexy..." She bit her lower lip, stepping towards the battlefield while zipping up her latex bodysuit and grasping a pair of sharp blades.

The melee became a mass of hysteria and confusion, with gunfire from the rooftops, Nikolai wreaking havoc through their frontlines. Despite their powers, the undead lacked someone to guide them, controlling their movements and attacks.

Thanks to this, Nikolai could use brute force.

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Meanwhile, stood overlooking the Royal District a pale-faced djinn, with unnaturally white skin, and six arms. If Nikolai saw them, it would be a familiar face... the man he killed ruthlessly not long ago.

Beside him, a tall, female djinn wore a dress reinforced with a mixture of leather and metal, with several huge blades sheathed on her back.

"Marduke, can you stand here idly when the master ordered you to protect this place?"

"..." The mutant Marduke glanced at the battlefield with lifeless eyes, his previous ones destroyed by Nikolai. A seething rage churned within Marduke when looking down at the werewolf destroying the undead sent to reinforce him.

"Master Franz does not need these things, he told me to protect the Palace. I am doing so without your meaningless babble, Opal."

She didn’t seem to appreciate his words, spitting on the floor and kicking the wall with her muscular legs on full display.

"Peh! Know your place, Marduke."

Marduke watched the woman storm off, shaking his head. "To think I once thought of having you become my fourth wife..." He couldn’t help but feel he had avoided a bullet. Then, as he watched the bone saints crushed by Nikolai, his clones and a blonde woman, the churning anger the size of a golf ball grew explosively to the size of a football.

His eyes changed colour, from the dull, murky yellow to a vibrant green for a few seconds.

"...Stop fighting like fools."

Almost instantly, the bone saints that fought like individuals froze, letting Nikolai’s spear kill another four with ease; however, the next moment, they started taking shape, forming shapes and formations.

"Attack the woman, avoid the beast. His clones cannot last forever, use the abominations to slow them down... Hunt those bitches on the roof! Riders, detour!"

Marduke’s eyes shone with each order, but the undead followed.

The tide of the battle didn’t turn instantly, but the waves began to churn, creating a maelstrom that would cause mutual destruction.

He closed his eyes, then reached out, grasping a large Guan Dao, an ancient Chinese type of spear, used for slashing or slicing.

"You who stole my life, my legacy and future... I shall fight you to the death, be it loss or victory, I will not stand down!"

After death, the unnecessary rage and ego that blinded his eyes and caused his destruction vanished, replaced by a cold and calm honesty.

Now he just wished to fight Nikolai, to fall in an honourable battle, or defeat his rival.

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"Phew...." Brunhilde wiped her sweaty brows clean as she checked the next magazine, her arms slightly sore from the constant firing and support. "How are we for ammunition?" She asked her second in command.

"Captain, we’ve got tonnes!" The bright voice replied.

"Don’t abuse it; this came from our Master. If we waste them, how will I face him after the battle ends?!"

"Hahaha!"

A hearty laughter spread through the maid unit, while they glanced up at the Thrall’s a few buildings across.

"Alright, we should get back to—?!" The Vice captain quickly tugged on Brunhilde’s arm and pointed to the far western lines, leading to the palace.

"Captain! A new enemy!"

"Huh?"

A cold tingle shot down her spine the moment she took a glance, hundreds of rapid undead mounted on strange monsters on four legs raced towards their building. Not at Nikolai, but rather them!

Brunhilde’s chest fluttered, she snapped to the main battlefield, and from her vantage point saw that the undead were funnelling their weaker units towards Nikolai, while escaping from his clones...

"No, this is bad... we need to contact Master!" She couldn’t stop the pounding against her ribs, a dull ache spreading as she held her head. "H-hurry, prepare for melee combat! Take down as many as you can, and inform the Thralls about the detachment!"

’The enemy suddenly changed? Did they evolve suddenly? No, that’s not it... did they get a commander?’

She scoured the entire battlefield with eyes like torches.

Brunhilde attempted to find them, as if searching for an escaped prisoner sneaking around, only to notice a group of pale Djinn leaving the gates of the palace.

"Wait..."

When she focused her sight, their hulking bodies of pure muscles were covered in stitches, misaligned limbs and the leading Djinn resembled someone familiar.

"We can’t let them join the battle group..." She picked up her rifle, adjusting the scope for a distance of over seven hundred metres and knelt against the wall, aiming. "Come on, you bastard, dare to attack my Master!"

Her breaths became shallow, her scope steady as she prepared to take the shot.

The red crosshair aligned over the Djinn’s chest.

She counted down in her head, gently squeezing the trigger to avoid any mistakes.

BANG!

The bullet exploded forth, lancing through the air faster than her eyes could see.

However.

"I-Impossible..."

Brunhilde’s eyes widened.

When she took the shot, the man looked up at her, his pale eyes shining green, before he curved his lips in an eerie smile. The next moment, he swung his green spear, completely deflecting her 50 calibre bullet.

"Shit..." Her pristine and delicate facade crumbled as she took the huge rifle and reloaded another .50 BMG round.

Aiming a second time, she gasped.

"Where the hell did he go?!"

In the short time since she took her scope off him, the group of pale Djinn vanished from the battlefield completely. Brunhilde didn’t doubt herself, or think she was delusional... Her heart thundered as she glanced at Nikolai. Safe.

Then to Sarah. Safe...

BOOOM!

Suddenly, the building beside them exploded, rocks and debris shooting into the air like some kind of volcanic eruption. Brunhilde lifted her arms, protecting her rifle while trying to see through the smoke.

"Captain. The thralls are under attack! What should we do?!"

"Huh?! Who the hell is attacking them?"

Though her tightening heart knew the answer, she hoped it was just the weak mounted troops from earlier... otherwise, there might be danger.

She glanced at Nikolai before gritting her teeth.

’Forgive me, Master, we have something to deal with...’

"Kill the mounted units, don’t let them overrun us, we have to bring them down! As for the Thralls... I’ll help them, so stay focused and remain calm!" While speaking, she roughly tied up her golden hair, tore off her jacket and pants... standing in a tight-fitting black skin suit while her figure deformed and shifted.

With a low growl, her eyes shone.

Her body grew to six feet tall, and her hair grew down to her buttocks. Then her limbs bulged, becoming more muscular before condensing. Fluffy ears and sharp fangs after transforming into a werewolf.

"If they reach the rooftop, transform and wipe them out!" Brunhilde offered her last order as she leapt from the building to the next.

Woosh!

Rolling through the smoke, she slammed into a half-broken wall.

When she glanced up, she saw seven pale-skinned Djinn, and half the Thralls lay unconscious or wounded on the ground around them.

’Where is that fucker?!"

But the leader wasn’t with them.

"Tsk, you pale-skinned fucks... dare attack my master’s things."

Brunhilde flexed her sharp black claws, as her golden hair shone in the mist.

"Come on! Let’s fight!"