Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride-Chapter 668: The Sharp Fangs of a Gentle Wife

Nikolai climbed into the elegant executive M10 extended car after ushering Sarah and Lunaria into the back seat. The moment he sat on the warmed, interior leather seat, he couldn’t help but throw his head back against the firm head cushion.

"Haa..."

With a long sigh, the frustration of failing in Al’Qutar didn’t fade, but allowed him to feel a moment of relief.

Now back in S-City, he knew the true battle would begin.

"Nikolai, is everything alright?"

"I’m fine, Luna."

He closed his eyes, enjoying the hum of the engine as the maid pulled out of the arena, driving along the main road towards the Volkov district.

Ever since he returned to the city, or Earth.

Nikolai couldn’t help but think of everything that happened in Al’Qutar.

Things like...

Whether the words where monsters lived were in fact layers of the same world, or not.

How he’d relied too much on brute force and neglected learning more about the Nosferatu, their true goals and the chemicals they’ve developed. Or what might’ve happened if he didn’t have the support of all the talented women around him at this moment.

"You look a little pale, but your forehead is full of sweat."

Sarah placed her hand on him, letting a comfortable heat seep into his forehead from Sarah’s palm.

Nikolai kept his eyes closed as he sank into a pleasant state of mind; all the issues and problems floated around him like little bubbles of air, and he rotated in the centre while curled into a ball.

"Lunaria, I think he’s coming down with something," Sarah called out to her with a trembling voice.

Lunaria narrowed her eyes into slits and snapped back. "Don’t panic, this is due to that damn chemical they’ve used. Keep calm! We have to remain calm, or the enemy spies will know something is wrong."

"Y-Your right, sorry I just..."

"Mhm, I know you just adore this idiot too much." Luna’s frown faded into a gentle smile. "He’s hopeless without us, so just keep your palm on his forehead; he seems to like it so much he’s fallen into a light sleep."

Although he could hear them and technically wasn’t sleeping.

This strange state did allow his muscles and body to rest, so it wasn’t completely wrong.

Nikolai drew in long, slow breaths. His intake of oxygen and aura circulated in equal measure, allowing his brain to reset and slowly consider the situation and what he needed to do most upon arriving at the manor.

’I need to start training more often... to prepare myself a body suit that stops my skin’s natural absorption, there is much to do.’

Despite his peaceful state, the dull ache of his chest remained, the foul chemical growth that lingered even after using Lunaria and Sarah’s blood to dilate and disinfect the black organisms that flooded his veins.

Though while in this peaceful state, he couldn’t help but think the black organism resembled his blood, though it did the opposite of his, which perfected bloodlines.

This black organism destroyed and degraded them.

’Wait...’

Ba-dump!

Ba-dump!

He suddenly held his breath because it amplified his current state.

The instant this thought appeared, Nikolai’s heart began to race, beating faster and faster with each second. He began to put into words the theories he’d spoken about with his father over the past six months, the hell gates, the mysterious corruption.

Everything began to slip into place.

Why did Alucard need a special method to save his wife, one that couldn’t be just reviving her in a new body like his mother?

Because his blood would degrade her again, it wasn’t a perfect solution!

If he could inherit an old god’s blood, and most monster races could do the same, then what of the two Evil gods that fought during the tower’s construction?

He witnessed this scene himself during his meeting with Amphitrite.

One of the gods could create life.

The other could only destroy.

’Was it out of envy, for the thriving tower filled with life, unlike his filled with the undead and stench of death, that the war between monsters over the two factions began?’

He wanted to travel back in time to speak to someone who knew about this time.

And if this was the reason.

Wouldn’t that also mean that, as the Volkov clan, which served one of the gods closely, earning his blood, the Nosferatu clan might also have gained the blood of their god?

The blood that corrupted and slowly ate away at their bloodline’s purity.

Countless thoughts rushed through his mind as the car pulled into the Volkov estate, yet Nikolai struggled to keep himself in this state. He felt like a Buddhist monk on the brink of enlightenment.

However, the more he forced himself ot remian in this dream-like state, the more his brain started to throb, aching from the lack of oxygen to feed itself.

’Not yet! I must find more clues...’

...

Creak!

The maid pulled the handbrake, bringing the car to a stop.

Her husky voice vibrated within the car as she turned back to speak with Sarah and Lunaria.

"What should we do with the Master?"

Lunaria’s voice came first, a little rushed.

"Can you summon Leona? I am sure she’ll be able to help, thanks."

"Yes, My Lady."

The door slammed, and the hum of the engine died down in the heated underground garage.

"What should we do now, Sis?" Sarah glanced at Nikolai, who remained in his strange state, but with his lips turning blue, she couldn’t help but panic a little. The sweat dripping from his forehead grew with each second while his skin felt cold to the touch.

"Mm, I really didn’t want to break this state, because he seemed peaceful."

Lunaria leaned over and placed her head near his lips. "He’s whispering something..."

"It’s all... in the blood... they are also... evil god..."

Although she couldn’t gather the full context, when she considered the situation, she gritted her teeth and raised her hand to stop Sarah, who was trying to wake him.

"Don’t shake him, we’ll wait..."

"But look at him, he’s turning cold, and his lips are purple!?"

Sarah became hysterical, her voice filling the car as she bit her lip, unable to accept Lunaria’s way. She knew it might be important, but to her, nothing was more important than Nikolai’s health.

"What if something goes wrong, what if he never wakes up, will you take responsibility for that, for the collapse of our clan?!"

The truth was, Lunaria didn’t want to be like this either, but if Nikolai couldn’t reach whatever it was he’d entered this state for, it would somehow be worse.

"Please!"

"Just one minute... if nothing changes in that minute, I will wake him myself and take all responsibility for whatever happens."

Sarah stared at Lunaria’s face, able to see the worry in her eyes and how she gently caressed Nikolai’s cheek. "...Alright." It wasn’t difficult to tell that, like her, this woman adored Nikolai greatly.

Time slowly passed.

Before the two women could think, the minute on the car’s clock flashed.

"Wake him! His entire face is now pale!"

In the distance, Leona approached with slow steps, surrounded by almost a dozen combat maids; some of them carried coats, and another pushed a trolley big enough for Nikolai to lie down on.

Lunaria peeked at them from the corner of her eyes before she tapped Nikolai’s cheek.

"Baby, wake up. It’s been too long, you’re going to miss our child’s birth!"

Sarah glanced at Lunaria with the strangest look, but the woman kept up this play and tapped his cheeks, speaking about time passing and her giving birth.

At first, she thought it was stupid, but within a few moments, Nikolai’s lips moved.

"Luna...ria?"

He began to stir, slowly dragging himself from the wretched state that brought so much worry to Sarah’s fragile heart.

"Yes, yes, it’s me, and Sarah’s here too. If you don’t wake up, then you’ll miss everything. Fufu, all those little wolves tottering around, don’t you love having kids?"

It was almost instant.

Nikolai’s eyelashes fluttered, opening gradually to reveal a pair of jet-black eyes, bulging with veins from the sclera to the iris, that shocked both women.

"Oh, my god."

"What is this?"

He glanced around the car with an emotional gaze, as if his eyes lacked the usual warmth and vibrance of Nikolai.

"Where?"

However, in the next moment, as if someone pulled the plug, the darkness drained away as Nikolai’s hoarse voice filled the car.

"Where are my cute daughters?"

’Hm?’

"Eh? Darling, why only daughters?"

Nobody said the word, but the two women instinctively glanced at each other and realised that this might be Nikolai’s true, deep wish.

He wanted daughters, not sons...

Both of them rubbed their stomachs and prayed.

’Please be a cute little girl that wins your father’s heart!’

Knock Knock!

A low thud awoke the two women from their little daydreams as they turned to find Leona standing outside the door. It opened with a click, and the soothing heat from the outside leaked inside, bringing a warming breeze.

The first thing they heard was Leona’s nervous and caring voice.

"How is he? How is our husband doing?"

She leaned down, held by several maids and peered inside with glistening emerald eyes, focusing on the trio.

"Ah, he’s awake, but looks terrible. Hurry, Luna, Sarah, please help us move him to the hospital. We cannot risk any damage to him."

Sarah admired Leona.

A woman who loved Nikolai, but managed to remain professional and focused on the important tasks at hand, where she would become hysterical or lose her cool.

"Sure, Leo."

"Understood!"

Meanwhile, Lunaria treated her casually, like a sister.

In no time, the entire group managed to place Nikolai down on the bed comfortably, with Leona stroking her fingers through his hair. They entered the large elevator normally used only by the main family.

After the staff entered the second shaft, Leona turned to the two and glared at them with an unbelievably vicious snarl.

"Tell me, what the hell happened!"