Born in Blood

Chapter 418 Regenerate

The Emperor gnashed his teeth.

He was clearly being looked down upon. All Alucard did was defend and block, barely even doing his best to retaliate.

Despite being pissed off, he kept his emotions under control.

Emotions had no place in a fight. Especially in a battle as big as this.

The Emperor’s arsenal was vast.

He was barely using 30% of his overall strength!

He wasn’t backed into a corner. Not yet.

The red ocean gurgled, as though something had awoken within its depths.

The coagulations of blood gathered around the center of the battlefield, then slowly combined.

Then, it rose above the ground, defying gravity and heading for the sky.

Slowly, it divided.

Small clots of blood separated from it, taking on humanoid forms.

…It was Alucard himself!

Then, there were more clots of blood… and more… and more… and more.

Each of the clots formed an Alucard.

“You can’t be serious,” the Emperor shouted incredulously, as though given a bad hand in a card game.

The reason he was so shocked was because the clots of blood weren’t clones.

They were reiterations of Alucard, and each one was identical to the one the Emperor had fought.

Hundreds.

The Alucards gave a hint of a smirk, before making wide gestures with their hands, forming countless walls of blood.

The Emperor cursed.

Dense mental waves surged around the Emperor’s mind, which immediately shot towards each of the clones.

It passed through their defenses and impaled them ethereally.

Although using mental attack spells on a vampire’s mind didn’t work, the same couldn’t be said for general uses.

The tendrils of mental energy held most of the Alucards in place, despite there being no damage on their bodies.

As his mind raced, countless thoughts appeared in the Emperor’s mind:

‘I need to burn away all his blood. As long as it flows, he’ll just regenerate himself over and over again.’

‘Even if I burn it all away, though, there’s a high chance he just has blood stored somewhere else. Probably back in his little cave.’

‘This guy…’

‘He really can’t die, can he?’

WHROOOOSH!

The tendrils holding onto the vampires sparked, then burst in flames, burning them alive.

Blood rushed over their bodies in an attempt to puff the flames out, but the Emperor smashed his gauntlets together.

BOOOOOOM!

A heavy cone of force spread outward and directly shredded through the closer Alucards, despite their defenses.

Like a juggernaut, the Emperor bulldozed his way through the blood-made structures hindering his path.

BOOM!

BANG!

WHOOOSH!

FFFFFFF!

CLAANG!

Countless Alucards were shredded apart, with barely any injuries forming on the Emperor’s body.

Besides a few spots of his skin being cut apart and stained with little flakes of blood, he had no grevious wounds.

They would heal right after.

But the longer the fight went on, the more the Emperor was frustrated at Alucard’s tactics.

No matter how much blood he burned, how many Alucards he’d mowed down and brutalized, another would take its place.

By now, the lands below them was a desolate wasteland. Perhaps not even bacteria could live in such a place.

“Coward!” the Emperor bellowed, swinging furiously like a rabid animal. “Stop running!” he demanded.

Despite his anger, the Emperor’s mind was crystal clear.

The two were fighting on the ground, now.

The Emperor’s fists caused entire landscapes to shatter like glass and mountains to crumble apart.

Abruptly, the sounds of flowing liquid rose in volume.

Seeping through the cracks of earth, was blood.

And it was gushing like a fresh wound.

The Emperor’s eyes slightly widened in surprise.

A moment later, it erupted like a volcano, sending tsunami-sized waves over both their figures.

Alucard flashed a fangy smile.

Annoying.

With furrowed brows, the Emperor moved both arms in a circular fashion, spawning two cyclones.

Of fire.

Both rotated on their axis, looking as beautiful as they were dangerous.

They expanded to the size of a small island, and they continued increasing in power.

Alucard narrowed his eyes.

This was above what a Rank 6 cultivator could produce.

The Emperor was using his Path.

The Path of Courage.

From what Alucard understood, the Emperor’s path made his abilities last much longer than usual, and have multiplied power behind them.

That was over simplification, but Paths were way too complicated for a deeper dive.

The Emperor had been using it the entire fight, but now, he was straining his centers of power to produce an attack capable of true harm.

The Emperor grimaced with anger.

The cyclones met the tsunami head on, swirling over the Emperor like the yin and yang symbol.

WRRRRRRRSSSSSSHHHH!

As they rammed through the tides, the waves of blood were evaporating! .𝒎

Like butter to a hot skillet!

Despite that, droplets of blood cut deeper into the Emperor’s body as it did so. .𝒎

His marble armor was a mess.

His gauntlets had been broken several times throughout the fight, but he repaired them every time.

There were just a few cuts on the outside of his body. Nothing too deep. He was safe.

The cyclones continued on their trajectory for an entire hour, raging through every crevice and mountain.

Shhhhhhh.

The cyclones softly puffed out after a few hours.

The wreckage was horrible.

The entire Dual Empire had been reduced to ash.

Including the two Mega Colonies.

The Emperor took a deep breath.

If there was a droplet of blood remaining, the Emperor had probably eviscerated it.

It was impossible for the Pashah to ever recover from that.

The Empress would kill him for ruining her empire… but at the end of the day, he was fighting for his life.

Besides, no one kept their resources laying in a secret vault somewhere.

They used space rings like normal people.

The Emperor laughed.

He knew Alucard was still alive somewhere, but he just imagined the annoyed look on his ugly face.

“Try regenerating from that, you stupid little bloodsucking son of a—”

There was a pang of horrible pain that seared throughout his body, cutting his words short.

The Emperor clutched his chest, coughing violently. He gazed back at his hands with a crestfallen face.

Blood.

…Wait!

It wasn’t his!

“Fool.”

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