SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God-Chapter 241: Surprise

The moment Damon launched himself forward without any restraint, the wyrm’s eyes, vertical slits of molten gold, instantly moved to lock on to him. For a fleeting second, there was a flicker of surprise in that monstrous gaze, as if the wyrm hadn’t expected a mere insect to charge straight into the maw of oblivion.

But the expression vanished just as quickly, replaced by a huff of scorn. A rumbling snort burst from its nostrils, sending twin jets of superheated steam curling into the air, the embodiment of contempt and unshakable arrogance.

To a creature like this, Damon was nothing more than a flicker in the storm, a spark before the wildfire. But that flicker had dared to rise. And that, more than anything, caught the wyrm’s attention.

Its massive head tilted ever so slightly as if to say: Very well, let’s see how bright you burn before I turn you to ash.

Damon’s heart raced as he met the gaze of the monstrous beast, but this was not the first time he had come across a wyrm or fought against one. The last time around, he got pummeled to the ground and erased into oblivion, but this time around...

He charged ahead without hesitation. The scorched earth cracked beneath his feet with every step, mana roaring through his veins like a war drum. Around him, ten crimson lances spun in a deadly orbit, each one dripping with infernal fire and raw blood magic.

The wyrm’s gaze followed his path with arrogant calm, its vertical, molten-gold pupils narrowing ever so slightly. It had seen thousands of would-be heroes before, fools who mistook courage for power. To it, Damon was just another flame to smother, another challenger to reduce to ash. Yet for all its disdain, it watched intently. freēnovelkiss.com

The first crimson lance materialized in Damon’s hand, blazing like a shard torn from the sun. He thrust it forward with a snarl, and it howled through the air, an arrow of pure destruction. It slammed into the wyrm’s outermost divine barrier with a thunderous crack, shattering it into brilliant shards of holy light that scattered like broken glass across the sky.

The second lance spun away from him and launched forward with almost gleeful hunger, followed by the third, the fourth, each one piercing through the layered divine shields like they were paper walls.

Crack. Splinter. One after the other, they detonated against the radiant defenses, stripping the wyrm of every veil meant to make it untouchable.

By the time the fifth lance took flight, there were no more barriers left. No more radiant shields. Just the wyrm’s molten-scaled body, gleaming, terrible, and exposed. The fifth lance aimed to wound.

It screamed through the air, red fire trailing behind it like the tail of a blood-star, and it struck true, slamming into the beast’s side with a concussive burst that lit up the battlefield.

However, not even a scratch was left behind. The lance paled when compared to the thick, sturdy scales of the draconian beast. The wyrm snorted in disdain as if it knew this would be the result all along.

But the very next second, a sixth lance shot forward, and this time its glowing eyes widened in shock. Damon’s powerhouse of a mana core finally showed its true abilities, as this lance packed a blazing payload of concentrated bloodfire.

It struck the same place the fifth had hit and the moment it made contact, a shockwave of crimson and gold exploded outward. The wyrm’s eyes flared wide as its entire body jerked, forced to recoil a step back, just one, but that alone was monumental.

The ground beneath Damon crumbled from the backlash, a crater forming under his feet. For the first time, the wyrm let out an angry roar. One of its scales chipped and fell onto the battlefield.

Damon quickly withdrew several steps back as he unleashed all of his other lances to strike at the same time. Each lance had 10% of his mana core strength and they struck one after the other without giving the wyrm a chance to respond.

Damon knew that this was probably the only good opportunity he was going to get with the beast casually underestimating him. He needed to take the best shot possible. Like a flock of bloodthirsty hawks, the remaining four lances veered in, converging on the same weakened spot with terrifying precision.

The seventh lance struck just a fraction below the chipped scale, creating a fissure. The eighth jammed into that same fracture, widening it. The ninth embedded deeper, and the tenth—

The tenth exploded.

This was Damon’s strongest attack and he had put in 20% of his mana core’s full charge. This made his core overheated and vibrate furiously as if it was going to explode right along with him but in the end, he managed to bring it under control and used the power coursing through his veins to move back as fast as he could.

The tenth lance detonated with a thunderous roar, far louder than any that had come before. The blast erupted not only with bloodfire, but with a surge of shadow energy. The explosion tore through the fractured scale, igniting an internal chain reaction. It was like someone had set fire to a forge from within.

A geyser of molten blood and slag erupted from the wyrm’s side. The beast reared back with a deafening scream, its wings spasming wildly as it thrashed in pain. The tremor that followed knocked everyone still standing off their feet, friend, foe, and spectator alike. Entire portions of the ruined city quaked as if caught in a localized earthquake.

The wyrm crashed down to one knee. One of its legs gave out unexpectedly.

Its expression was no longer one of contempt. That arrogance had been incinerated with the tenth lance. Its pride had been injured. Now, there was only fury. Raw, ancient, soul-searing fury. It once again turned to look at him and this time the wyrm wanted to devour him alive.