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Chapter 202 Hunting Vampires (3)
Chapter 202 Hunting Vampires (3)
When facing an enemy stronger than yourself, what is the most important thing?
"keep Calm."
A calm mind and a positive attitude lead to the best results when making plans. Those who are swayed by their emotions will never be able to secure their position or climb to the pinnacle of power.
Charles was forced to be sealed underground because of this. Unable to control its desires, it consumed its own servants, revealing its identity as a vampire.
If it can control itself and make full use of the power in its hands, it will be one of the most dangerous enemies in the world.
But it can't do that.
Therefore, Morse knew that the vampire in front of him was not the kind of creature that could remain calm, and it was precisely because of this that Morse used this to his advantage.
"This farce is over!" the vampire roared, its voice echoing through the room. Its demonic aura was suffocating, but Morse remained as calm as ever.
boom!
An ominous energy emanated from the room, and the vampire prepared to launch a devastating attack.
Morse sensed its blood magic power gathering—an area-of-effect attack powerful enough to destroy everything around it. He had already calculated the range and timing of the attack.
[Speed]
Morse quickly activated his skill, feeling energy surging through his body. As the first burst of dark energy erupted from the vampire, he evaded the attack with swift and precise movements.
The released power filled the air, and Morse had already adjusted his position to ensure he was outside the range of the blood magic attack.
The vampire's attack swept through the room, leaving behind a trail of destruction. Shadows twisted, and the air was filled with an evil force.
Morse had anticipated this move and dodged it unscathed. But the vampire's attack missed, and it clearly wouldn't give up easily.
Whoosh! Boom! Whoosh! Boom!
This time, countless blood spears attacked from all directions, aiming directly at Morse's position.
'It seems it can sense me now.'
If it was teasing Morse at first, it's now clearly serious.
Morse realized that his stealth ability was no longer sufficient, so he quickly switched his weapon to wheel blade form, trying his best to dodge attacks and parry the remaining assaults.
Driven by frustration and a renewed resolve, the vampire launched a relentless attack. Morse could sense the malice behind every blood spear, a manifestation of its rage and thirst for revenge.
Whoosh! Boom! Whoosh! Boom!
The air echoed with the sounds of the "astrolabe" clashing with the blood spears. Every attack was meticulously calculated, a blend of skill and instinct, a defense against and a dodge of the deadly blood spears.
The wheel-like form of the "Star Disc" was demonstrating its excellent capabilities, its sharp edges deflecting all the incoming blood spears.
The vampire did not back down, continuing its attack and giving Morse no chance to breathe. A shadow enveloped the entire room, moving with astonishing speed, rapidly closing the distance between them.
"Heh, so the little mouse knows to come out now?" the vampire hissed, its deep, hoarse voice echoing through the chaos. Its crimson eyes gleamed with an increasingly intense light, revealing an unyielding determination to crush the elusive enemy.
Whoosh!
Morse hurled the wheel blade at its face, but it easily deflected each attack.
"Heh heh heh, a pointless attack," it said with a sneer, a mocking smile playing on its lips.
clang!
The sound of their collision echoed in the dim room as the vampire's claws clashed with the "astrolabe's" defense. The force of the impact numbed Morse's arm; he could feel the pressure of resisting the powerful attack.
The battle was able to continue thanks to Sylvie's buffs. However, Morse had already planned ahead and, after his attributes were enhanced, slightly adjusted his strategy, choosing a lower-risk approach.
"You're not bad than I expected," the vampire roared, its eyes flashing with mockery. Its crimson eyes burned even brighter as it intensified its attacks, attempting to break through the defenses.
Morse gritted his teeth and continued to parry the vampire's attacks, sparks flying with each collision.
Hang in there a little longer.
He silently prayed, sensing cracks beginning to appear in his defenses, the pressure of resisting this powerful attack gradually building up.
'Now.'
When the vampire's claws were aimed directly at Morse's face, he activated [Speed].
Whoosh!Whoosh!
As his speed increased, Morse quickly dodged, creating some distance, and at the same time recalled the "astrolabe" back into his hand.
The vampire paid no attention to this and closed the distance again at an extraordinary speed.
Morse threw the wheel blade with precision, aiming for its weak point, but the vampire easily deflected all the attacks.
"How pathetic... I actually find it troublesome to deal with a lowly creature like you."
It sneered, its cold, scarlet eyes filled with obvious annoyance, a deep contempt for Morse mixed with a lustful desire. This was its bloodlust, and now it turned that desire toward Morse.
The "astrolabe" emitted a faint silver glow, signifying the increased power of the wheel blades. But the vampire had a new plan.
It no longer relied solely on strength; now it began chanting incantations. Dark energy gathered in its outstretched hands, forming eerie, ghostly chains.
"Chains of Binding," the vampire murmured, as the chains shot forward, binding Morse with extraordinary power.
Morse's movements were completely restricted; he found himself bound by magic. The vampire's eyes gleamed with victory as it approached, confident of controlling the situation.
"Your little tricks won't save you now," the vampire sneered, chains binding Morse tightly. He struggled, but the magical restraints were useless.
The vampire approached gracefully, its claws gleaming with an ominous light.
Its claws immediately pierced Morse's chest, and a sharp pain instantly struck him. He gasped and felt the chill emanating from its touch.
"Uh--"
Blood gushed from its mouth in response to its attack.
"How does it feel?" the vampire mocked, his voice filled with wicked satisfaction, as his claws slowly dug deeper into Morse's chest.
"cough--!"
He winced in pain, blood gushing out in response to the intense agony.
As the vampire reveled in the moment, twisting its claws that were piercing his chest, Morse realized it was too late to react.
'Now!'
Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Countless daggers scattered on the ground instantly flew into the air, controlled by some kind of force.
Silver magical trails, like ghostly threads, connected to the dagger and launched an attack on the vampire.
"You!" The vampire's eyes widened in surprise as the daggers rapidly approached, each guided by threads of magic.
The unexpected attack turned the tide, catching the vampire off guard as he struggled to defend against the sudden magical attack.
Just as the vampire was dodging this relentless attack...
Morse quickly switched his weapon to "Dark Star" form, activated its energy, and immediately directed it toward the vampire.
"Uh!"
The gravity around the vampire intensified, and its claws remained embedded in Morse's chest. It could not escape.
“Now, it’s my turn,” Morse said hoarsely, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
Stab! Stab! Stab! Stab!
Guided by invisible threads of silver magic, the dagger pierced the vampire's body without mercy, each attack precise and fatal.
The vampire howled in agony as daggers pierced its immortal flesh. These daggers, soaked in vampire oil, destroyed the vampire's regenerative abilities and exacerbated its suffering.
"Ahhh!"
This once proud creature of the night now howls in agony, its voice twisted in pain. The room, once filled with triumphant laughter, now echoes with agonizing screams that tear the air apart.
"you!"
The vampire's crimson eyes, once burning with arrogance and rage, now reflected deep pain. It opened its eyes wide, realizing something.
"How did you get here!"
Its eyes were filled with fear as it looked at Morse, having seen something it shouldn't have. With a scream, Morse broke free of its restraints.
"Uh!"
Morse was also injured, but the injury wasn't as fatal as it seemed. This was thanks to Sylvie's blessing.
The moment he broke free of his restraints, Morse drank both a mana potion and a healing potion, feeling his body and energy recovering.
The wound on my chest began to heal slowly.
"Ahhh!"
The vampire's agonizing screams echoed in the room as its body endured endless torment.
'Now, it's time to use that move.'
Just as Morse had predicted, the vampire realized that continuing to endure the dagger attacks was pointless and made a desperate decision.
It swiftly and precisely transformed into a swirling cloud of black mist, dissipating into the shadows to evade the dagger's attack.
All living things in this world fear death, something Morse learned from defeating countless monsters.
When faced with death, they will attack frantically, attempting to kill their prey. But when they realize they are facing an invincible enemy, they will abandon their companions and try to escape.
This is the instinct of any living being when facing death.
Those creatures that are most arrogant and consider themselves the most powerful often have the deepest fear of death.
The black mist meandered through the room, moving in a serpentine motion as it advanced toward the victim's life essence.
Morse could easily track its whereabouts because it had been marked with green magic from the beginning.
In the dimly lit room, the vampire finally arrived at the sinister display site, where crimson stains marked the end of countless lives. The bloodthirsty creature, now desperately needing to recover, began to draw power from the blood preserved by its former victims.
"Give me blood, give me blood..."
When faced with the fear of death, it had completely gone mad.
"Ahhh!"
But what it didn't know was that the blood it was desperately seeking was already within Morse's expectations.
As its screams echoed through the tunnel, Morse emerged and walked toward the vampire.
"How does it feel to be hunted? A little mouse with wings?"