Vampire God in the Apocalypse-Chapter 322 - 319. Clash of the titans (14)

The ice cracked beneath Dexter's boots as he steadied himself, eyes locked on the titan scythe-wielder. His wings stretched wide, each feather glimmering with traces of sunfire and darkness interwoven, an unnatural marriage of night and day.

The air seemed to constrict around him. A foul pressure radiated from the titan, oppressive enough to make the battlefield itself groan. That scythe—it wasn't forged of metal. No, it pulsed with raw spirit, a weapon sharpened by death itself. Every swing ripped through the air, warping the space it cut, as if the world itself feared being touched.

Dexter's fangs bared in defiance, his pupils dilating. Shadows coiled at his feet, yet they did not stretch as normal shadows did. No—they devoured the light around him, spreading outward like a living stain. The battlefield grew darker, and then, with a guttural snarl, Dexter invoked his authority.

[Domain Active: Ghoul King's world]

Darkness burst from his body like a tidal wave, swallowing the world whole. The faint glow of the moon above vanished, hidden behind a pitch-black veil. For a moment, all fell silent—so silent that even the crashing of waves and the distant roars of other titans were muted.

Then came the bats.

Thousands of them erupted from the darkness, their wings beating like drums of war. Some of them circled in swarms, creating living cyclones. Others perched in the void-like shroud, their eyes glowing like dying stars.

The titan faltered for the first time, its scythe raised defensively. A chorus of shrill screeches filled the void as the bats opened their mouths—beams of concentrated sunlight shot out, cascading down like a storm of golden lasers.

"Burn." Dexter's voice was low, commanding.

The titan howled. Its body twisted unnaturally as the first volley of beams struck it. Where the light hit, the scythe titan's ethereal body flickered as though struggling to exist. Yet it refused to fall. With terrifying speed, it swung its scythe in a wide arc, releasing a wave of green spirit energy.

The energy struck the bats, and in an instant, their shrieks turned to silence. One by one, they exploded into mist, the wave cutting a bloody swath through Dexter's domain. Worse still, as the scythe titan advanced, the void trembled—and Dexter felt something clawing into his mind.

"Not again…" He bit down on his lip, blood trickling as his vision wavered.

Memories flashed before him.

A coffin with him in it. Chains binding his brothers. A sunless prison for his coven.

He saw his mother's lifeless eyes. He felt the suffocating hunger of his early years when he had awakened as a vampire but could not control the thirst. He saw the countless corpses of his kin, slaughtered because they had not been strong enough to defy the hunters. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel·fıre·net

'Wait, what hunters?' Dexter immediately snapped back to reality.

He had stopped the only dangerous one a long time ago.

'So that's your domain. Fear...' Dexter braced himself.

Clang!

The scythe nearly cleaved him in half. Only his wings, blazing with sudden golden fire, shielded him. Sparks scattered across the battlefield like dying stars as metal met flame.

"Damn it…" Dexter staggered back, panting. His hand shook from the attacks of the third class creature.

It was getting harder and harder to focus on what was in front of him.

But then, from the edges of his darkness, the bats swirled tighter, forming constellations. Their glowing eyes reminded him of something—hope. No matter how twisted his existence was, he had never been alone. Jude. Collins. Henry. They had fought by his side, bled by his side.

He wiped the blood from his mouth, straightening. His fangs glimmered in the faint golden fire of his wings.

"There's no way I'm losing here." His voice reverberated through the void, carrying a power that was not mere arrogance, but conviction. "I am darkness."

The bats screeched, exploding with renewed vigor.

Some transformed, their wings burning with golden sunfire. They dove into the titan in suicidal bursts, detonating upon impact like miniature suns. The battlefield lit up with waves of fire, explosions charring the titan's flesh-like spirit body, forcing it to stagger.

The titan shrieked, its scythe slashing wildly. Each cut birthed more waves of spiritual death, but Dexter anticipated it. He raised his hand, and the darkness itself hardened, a massive claw sprouting from the void to block the titan's swing.

Clang!

The scythe met the claw, sparks flying.

In that moment, Dexter blurred forward, his wings propelling him like a comet. He drove his black spear, directly into the titan's chest.

Boom!

The creature reeled backward, the smell of burning filling the air. It's chest cavity seemed to be getting torn apart by little shadows.

But the titan did not fall.

Instead, its body split open, and from within its hollow chest, dozens of skeletal arms burst forth. They clawed at Dexter, grabbing his limbs, his wings, dragging him toward its gaping maw.

"Creieeeeee!"

The shriek shattered the air, shaking the battlefield.

For a moment, it seemed Dexter would be torn apart. The arms were too many. His wings strained against the pressure, his body being dragged inch by inch.

But Dexter only grinned.

"You think you've won."

His body suddenly glowed, and then...

*BOOOM!*

A wave of golden flames emerged from his body like a bomb, sweeping the area around him.

The flames made the titan writh in pain, staggering backwards.

The next second the darkness covered the light again, silencing the environment. With a wave of his hand, chains made out of condensed shadows grabbed the Titans arms, chaining it to the ground.

The bats flew above Dexter, marking into one huge collosal bat that emitted an aura of death.

The colossal bat opened its maw, and a beam of condensed light and darkness fused erupted forward. It was not mere sunlight. It was annihilation, a force that devoured and burned simultaneously.

The beam engulfed the titan.

The arms flailed, the scythe swung desperately, but it was too late. The titan's scream turned into silence as its body disintegrated, its spirit weapon shattering into fragments of green ash. The void trembled, and then the titan was gone—burned into nothingness.

Dexter landed on the ice, panting heavily. His wings flickered, his body trembling from exhaustion. The bats dispersed, fading back into the veil of darkness, leaving only silence.

But he remained standing.

The skies cleared and the entire camp watched where the fight took place. Stunned by his performance.

Meanwhile Dexter heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's good that it died early. And I didn't have to use up to 30% of the domain manifestation." He heaved a sigh of relief, collapsing on the ground.

From the shore of the frozen sea, thousands of eyes had watched. Not a word was spoken. Soldiers and generals alike stood frozen, struck dumb by the sight of the four people who had slain a monster that seemed untouchable.

Dexter let out a long, ragged breath. His chest rose and fell heavily, each inhale feeling like fire burning through his lungs. He pressed a hand against his ribs, forcing himself steady, though his body trembled from exhaustion.

"Where is it?" He mumbled, his heart beating faster.

He fell backward, landing on the fractured ice with a dull thud. His wings flickered, their golden fire fading into embers before dissolving entirely. The cold seeped into his skin, but he hardly cared.

A shadow darted across his vision. Then, warmth enveloped him.

"Dexter!"

Hannah's voice trembled, but her embrace was firm. She had returned to her human form, her raven curls bouncing as she knelt beside him. Her golden eyes shimmered, almost tearful as she pulled him close. Her skin—warm, dark, and glowing faintly with lingering sunfire—contrasted with the chill that seeped from the battlefield.

Dexter's lips curved into a faint smile as he looked at her. "Hannah…"

Her arms tightened around him, her curves pressing against his chest as if she were trying to shield him from the world itself. "Don't ever scare me like that again," she whispered, her voice fierce despite the crack in it. "You think you're immortal just because you can summon the night?"

Dexter chuckled softly, his fangs glinting as he raised a hand and brushed his fingers along her cheek. "I'd die a thousand times if it meant I could hear you nag me like this again."

"Don't tell anyone I said that."

Hannah scoffed, but her lips curved upward, betraying her relief.

The moment was shattered as the ground trembled with a heavy thud.

All at once, the shadow of immense wings covered them. The air grew heavier, hotter, as though the sky itself bent under the presence of something greater.

The Dragon King descended.

His scales gleamed like molten gold, each beat of his colossal wings rattling the air. His serpentine body coiled majestically as he lowered himself onto the fractured battlefield, his glowing eyes narrowing as they fell upon Dexter.

Behind him, other figures approached. Collins, his sword resting lazily across his shoulder, sparks of golden lightning still clinging to his body. Jude had emerged from the waters a while ago, his blue eyes glowing faintly. And with them came Zur, the King of Atlantis, his trident gleaming coldly, frost trailing in his wake.

The generals had gathered.

Dexter, still on the ground, sighed dramatically, glancing between the towering dragon and his two brothers.

"Don't start any Reunion without me."

Hannah rolled her eyes, but her smile remained as she held him tighter.

Dexter allowed himself to relax, but the black spear was beyond the ice, floating around, as if looking for something.

They hadn't found the second class creature yet.