SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God-Chapter 211: Skal’Zarith, the Frozen Hunger

It did not matter that the second wave of clan members were more skilled, Damon was still cutting them down as if they were nothing. Their mastery over soul arts seemed so fickle in front of his mastery over blood skills.

"Bullshit! This fucking bastard definitely has some sort of blessing. Otherwise, how could he be so talented? This is impossible!" Robert spat into the snow.

"Don’t worry, boss. Look. Its Arya’s turn now. That woman is a vicious little cunt. She will cut his family jewels into two in no time." Mendoza gave high price to a woman who came crashing into Damon with an unprecedented speed.

Damon was slightly taken back but the next moment the woman’s head was cleanly severed from her body, every little bit of blood essence sucked out.

Mendoza’s jaw went slack, words dying in his throat as Arya’s decapitated body crumpled into the snow. Her blood sprayed in a twisting arc, only to be devoured midair by the crimson aura around Damon. "Impossible." He gasped, unable to believe that such a woman was actually dead in seconds.

Mendoza stumbled back, his hands trembling. "This... this isn’t possible. He’s not just using blood energy. No one moves like that. No one kills like that. What the hell is he?"

Robert remained silent as he continued to observe the bloodbath. One by one the numbers were dying out. The old bastard was also doing his part in cutting down their army. He was killing their own!

This was betrayal! This was evil of the highest order!

Robert let out a long sigh. To fight evil withe evil was not wrong. He took a deep breath as he loosened the ring on his finger. It was coincidentally the same ring he wore even within the game. It was just a simple ring with a single rune carved into the it.

Damon was not able to see the rune. If he had seen it he would have immediately recognized the rune.

It did not matter because the second the ring was off, every single person on the battlefield paused, turning their heads to stare in the direction of Robert.

"Don’t blame me for this. It was all because of that damned old man. If he did not push me this far, then I didn’t have to do any of this."

A low rumble echoed across the field as the ring hit the snow, vanishing beneath the crimson slush. The rune on it, small, ancient, and dangerously unstable, flared briefly with black and violet light, then vanished. But the effects were instant.

The snow around Robert began to spiral upward, sucked into the air like it had lost its weight. Frost twisted unnaturally, spinning into runes of its own, dancing around his body. His breath no longer fogged in the cold, it came out as dry mist, unnatural and hollow.

A wild aura seeped out of him, raw, untamed and demonic in nature.

"Come, my God. Accept my offering and use my body as a vessel." He cut his hand right where something dark and purple and malevolent pulsed and three drops of blood fell onto the ground. However, the moment they fell they disappeared.

Robert’s body began to contort, bones cracking audibly as his form twisted beneath his armor.

His skin turned an ashen gray, then darker, blotched with shadowy tendrils that pulsed beneath the surface. Horns tore through his scalp in a spiral, jagged and uneven, while his spine arched unnaturally, forcing him into a half-beast stance. His eyes, no longer human, burned with twin embers of abyssal fire.

Artimius shivered at the sight. "He did it. He really did it. He received the blessing of that cursed demon!"

Damon’s eyes went wide. "Demon?" This was bad. Fuck, this was very bad. Demons, especially any one of the Demon Gods were bad news. Demons only wanted one thing. Death and destruction whereever they go. They thrived on the sorrow, misery and chaos they caused, and the stronger the despair around them, the stronger they became. fгeewebnovёl.com

Damon tightened his grip around his blood-forged lance. "Which one?" he asked, voice low, eyes locked on Robert’s changing figure. "Which Demon God did he call?"

Artimius’ lips were pressed into a grim line. "Skal’Zarith, the Frozen Hunger"

"The frozen hunger..." Damon murmured, his crimson eyes narrowing. He had heard of some of the demon gods before but this one was new.

"Be careful Damon. Even though the demon cannot enter our world, he is still strong enough to cause a lot of harm." Artimius pulled his robe back, revealing his blackened hand. Damon was shocked to see the condition of the limb. It was as if every little bit of lifeforce was sucked dry out of it.

Is that the power his blessing grants? The ability to suck out the life force?

Artimius flexed his dead hand, his voice bitter. "He offers power at a steep price. That limb was the cost of me saying no. Robert said yes."

Damon’s gaze flicked back to Robert or whatever Robert was becoming. His silhouette was no longer human. Ice clustered at his joints, jagged and black-edged like necrotic frost. Veins of shimmering cobalt light pulsed along his limbs, crawling up his throat. His mouth twisted into something inhuman, too wide, too sharp. And then... he smiled.

"What is this? Just a paltry amount of souls? You summoned me here just for this much?" A loud and vicious voice boomed, evil and malevolence seeping out of the demonic aura. "You are such a disappointment." The voice boomed once again and this time Robert’s body buckled, contorting even more wildly.

Even though his face was vividly smiling, a loud scream erupted from his body as if someone was going through unspeakable pain. Anyone who knew Robert before could tell that it was his voice. He screamed again and again over and over but the face only continued to smile as if it was enjoying more and more as the screams grew louder.

Then all of a sudden, the face did a 260 degree turn to stare right at Damon.

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