Novel Full Chapter 158: Sunya’s Game (2)
Chapter 158: Sunya’s Game (2)
It didn’t take long for the Originats to arrive at their target.
Below them sprawled a massive ancient ruin, similar in scale to the one their sect had claimed, but this one was encased in a shimmering crimson barrier that pulsed like a living heart.
The blood barriers were woven from intricate arrays—dense, layered formations of crimson essence that shimmered with defensive runes, drawing power from the very blood of the Crimson Fang Sect’s disciples inside.
The air around the structure carried the thick, metallic scent of iron and old slaughter, the ground beneath stained dark from centuries of ritual offerings.
Looking at this, the group all let out a collective laugh—low, confident, the kind that carried the weight of inevitability.
“Now that I think about it… these guys are known for their blood usage,” Nia chuckled, her rose-pink flames licking higher along her arms as she cracked her knuckles.
“Like, what were they thinking putting up a blood barrier against us? It’s basically a welcome mat.”
“Well, they wouldn’t know any better.” Sonna chimed in softly, her voice gentle but laced with amusement as her fingers brushed the strings of her harp. Illusions of blooming flowers drifted briefly around her before fading.
“It’s not like they know we’re coming.”
Yonna rolled her shoulders, storm winds tossing her hair as she grinned broadly.
“True… but seriously—blood?” she said, glancing at Thalion, who started whistling like he hadn’t orchestrated the whole thing. Of course he’d pick opponents they could crush without breaking a sweat.
“I mean, we’re outnumbered eight… to ten thousand,” he added, adjusting his glasses slightly.
Vaeloria’s blood-moon eyes glinted with cold amusement, hand resting on her sword hilt.
“Okay, enough chatter let’s begin.”
Thalion spoke, void quill hovering at his shoulder as he studied the arrays with a faint, evil-scientist smile.
“The formations are solid—layered blood resonance, self-repairing essence loops. But they’re predictable. Two weak points on the eastern face, one on the north gate. Hit them simultaneously and the whole thing collapses like a house of cards soaked in blood.”
Nia cracked her neck, sun mark shimmering brighter.
“Twins—go say hello to our first victims.”
Caelan and Kael exchanged a grin—gravity and lightning crackling in perfect sync.
“Ready?” Caelan asked.
“Duh” Kael replied.
They moved forward together—twin blurs of power descending like twin comets.
Caelan lifted both hands, unleashing the Law of Gravity at full power.
The air compressed with a low, ominous hum as invisible force slammed into the barrier’s eastern weak point. The crimson arrays shuddered under the strain, runes flickering while cracks began to spiderweb across the surface.
At the same moment, Kael lunged forward, channeling the Law of Lightning at full strength through his twin blades. Blinding white-blue arcs erupted, slamming into the northern gate. The deafening crack-boom sent bolts chaining across the blood barrier, frying runes and superheating the essence until it hissed and boiled.
But they weren’t done.
Both twins unleashed their Primavus blood authority—the Law of Blood flaring to its full power, rose-pink essence rushing through their veins like molten fire. The barrier, formed entirely from blood essence, reacted at once.
It betrayed its makers.
The crimson arrays writhed, blood runes contorting and folding in on themselves as the twins’ Primavus blood dominance surged. The eastern wall caved with a sickening rip—SHRRRIIIP!—crumpling under gravity’s weight, while the northern gate burst outward in a spray of scalding blood—SPLASH-CRACK!—as lightning chains tore through the faltering arrays.
The barrier shattered in a spectacular cascade of crimson light and mist, the sound like a thousand glass hearts breaking at once.
The Crimson Fang disciples inside froze—staring up in horror as the sky opened.
Nia laughed brightly, flames roaring higher along her arms, rose-pink inferno licking the air like eager tongues.
“Told you… A welcome mat.”
Yonna moved next—she drew her sword, and the moment it appeared, the winds, blood, darkness, and mist all began to coalesce around her blade.
The elements swirled in a violent, beautiful dance—crimson blood threads weaving through black void mist, storm winds howling as they pulled the darkness tighter, the air itself thickening with the metallic scent of slaughter and the electric tang of impending cataclysm.
|Abyssal Tempest Reaver (Divine) | -45% MP|
A colossal illusory Yonna manifested in the skies—hundreds of meters tall, her form a towering silhouette of storm and void, sword raised high. The blade itself stretched over 5,000 meters, a gleaming edge of condensed darkness laced with crimson lightning and swirling blood-mist, humming with the promise of total obliteration.
She swung down.
The illusory sword crashed into the ruin like a falling continent.
BOOOOOOOM!!!!
The impact was apocalyptic—the ground buckled instantly, ancient stone shattering outward in a tidal wave of debris, blood barriers exploding in sprays of boiling crimson that painted the sky red before evaporating.
Shockwaves rippled across the entire domain, cracking the earth for miles, the sound a deep, bone-rattling thunder that rolled on and on. The fortress walls folded inward like wet paper, towers toppling in slow, grinding ruin as the blade’s abyssal edge carved a perfect crescent through the heart of the stronghold.
“Tsk, damn it! I told you the Sixth Calamity is mine!” Nia exclaimed, flames flaring in frustration as she saw the carnage unfold, the sun mark on her forehead pulsing angrily.
“Haha, don’t worry,” Yonna said, pointing ahead through the rising smoke and dust. Thousands of cultivators began to rise—blood-soaked, battered, but alive, auras flaring in desperate defiance as they clambered from the wreckage.
“I didn’t kill them all… just a few.”
Thalion adjusted his glasses while shaking his head, void quill hovering as it rapidly calculated. “7,793… that is not a few.”
Yonna’s lip twitched a bit before she shrugged, winds whipping her hair.
“So, what… Now, let’s kill these shrimps.”
At those words, the rest of the group moved—wings unfurling, auras igniting, the air itself trembling as eight Fourth Calamity prodigies descended like falling stars.
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Vaeloria’s wings spread wide—six pairs of blood-moon radiance unfurling in perfect symmetry—as she drew her sword and dove into the chaos.
Her blade never slowed, each strike a quiet promise of death, slicing through limbs with effortless precision—arms, legs, fingers, and heads tumbling as blood splattered and her weapon drank it in. She was a flash of silver in the chaos of crimson, her foes barely at Fifth Calamity, a level laughably inadequate against any Originat.
Her Calamity Law Lunar Blood Dominion activated passively—every drop of blood her blade absorbed fueled her battle prowess exponentially. The more she spilled, the faster she moved, the sharper her strikes, the deadlier her presence.
It was nuts—in cases of large numbers of foes, she thrived.
SHK! SHK! SHK!
Her sword flashed—three rapid cuts in a single breath, severing a vampire’s arm at the shoulder, a leg at the knee, and head from neck in a perfect arc. Blood sprayed in a crimson fountain, instantly drawn to her blade, which glowed brighter with each absorption, her movements accelerating as the law drank deeper.
As Vaeloria tore through the vampires, the others were not far behind. The twins immediately began causing mayhem as they warped the gravity, caused lightning to fall, and used their authority over blood to dominate.
Much of the same scene were happening with Seris, Sonna, Yonna and Thalion.
While they fought Nia watched in the skies with a smirk. She then cracked her neck as her eyes tracked the Sixth Calamity cultivator, who was about to dive into the battle.
The man was a towering figure—nearly seven feet tall, skin pale as bleached bone with crimson veins pulsing like rivers of blood beneath the surface.
His hair was long and wild, jet-black streaked with red, falling in tangled waves down his back. His eyes were pure scarlet, glowing with malevolent hunger, and jagged fangs protruded from his lips even when closed.
He wore armor of living blood-metal—plates that shifted and rippled like liquid, forming spikes and blades at will. His aura was a thick, choking mist of blood essence, the scent of iron and copper so strong it could choke the air itself.
“Oh, not today, buddy,” Nia said as the sun mark on her forehead began to burn brightly.
FWOOOM!!!!
All the ambient energy began to be absorbed into the sun as it shone brighter and brighter—rose-pink light flaring outward in waves that drowned the battlefield in crimson dawn. The air grew hot, the ground beneath trembling as stellar heat warped reality itself, distant ruins shimmering like mirages.
Her sword materialized in her grip—a divine blade blazing into a supernova of rose-pink fire—as she unleashed her Laws. Blood at full power, pulling every drop of spilled essence into the weapon; Fire at full strength, turning that energy into a stellar blaze; Destruction maxed out, amplifying the blast to apocalyptic force; Stellar at its peak, packing the supernova with star-core density.
Then came the Laws she’d absorbed from the surroundings for temporary use—Void to unmake, Gravity to crush in implosion, Death for the final end—and more, all merging into one cataclysmic strike.
|Prima Nova Cataclysm (Divine) | – 48% MP|
She swung.
The blade arced downward in a perfect crescent—rose-pink supernova erupting from the edge, expanding instantly into a blazing sphere of stellar destruction that swallowed the battlefield in blinding light.
The Sixth Calamity vampire had no time to react.
The supernova struck—BOOOOOOM!!!!!!
A deafening explosion that shook the entire domain—light so intense it bleached color from the ruins, heat so fierce it melted stone to slag in seconds. The vampire’s blood armor vaporized instantly, his body incinerated to ash before he could scream, the supernova’s core imploding with gravitational force that crushed the remaining essence into nothingness.
The blast cleared the field—thousands of remaining Crimson Fang cultivators erased in the blink of an eye, their screams swallowed by the light, bodies reduced to floating motes of ash that drifted harmlessly on the wind.
The domain fell silent—only the crackle of cooling slag and the faint hum of Nia’s flames remained, the air thick with the scent of scorched stone, vaporized blood, and the metallic tang of spent essence.
The once-mighty Crimson Fang stronghold was now a smoking crater, its blood barriers reduced to glowing puddles that hissed and evaporated, the ground beneath a blackened scar stretching for miles in every direction.
Bodies—or what remained of them—lay scattered in twisted heaps, ash drifting lazily on the wind like gray snow.
Nia hovered above the crater, sword still glowing with rose-pink embers, the sun mark on her forehead pulsing with satisfied warmth as she surveyed her work. Her smirk was wide and triumphant, white hair whipping in the residual heat currents, blood-red eyes gleaming with the thrill of total domination.
“Tsk, who told you steal the show?” Vaeloria muttered with a blood-drenched face, wiping crimson from her cheek with the back of her hand, her sword still dripping as it absorbed the last traces of spilled life.
Her wings folded slowly, the lunar radiance dimming to a soft glow, but her tone carried the familiar edge of playful jealousy beneath the cool exterior.
“Right, I was having some fun,” Yonna approached, winds settling around her as she sheathed her blade with a satisfied sigh, storm aura crackling faintly in the aftermath.
As she kicked a piece of melted armor aside, the clang echoing in the silence.
“Hehe, well my Nexus has been pushing me to be more creative in my dominance,” Nia replied as she giggled, twirling her sword once before dismissing it in a burst of rose-pink sparks.
“How was it? Be honest.”
“Well… it was creative enough,” Kael nodded, lightning still dancing between his fingers as he landed beside Caelan, who rumbled a low laugh and crossed his arms, gravity aura pressing the ash flat around his feet.
“Creative enough to give me headaches for a week,” Caelan added dryly, though his grin betrayed amusement.
“Next time warn us before you turn the battlefield into a second sun.”
The others just shook their heads—Seris rolling her eyes with a smirk as ash-tinged mist drifted lazily around her daggers, Sonna hiding a quiet laugh behind her hand while harp notes floated like soft apologies, and Thalion adjusting his glasses with a weary sigh.
“Alright,” Thalion said, calm as ever, void quill already sketching unseen calculations in the air. “We’ve got plenty more ahead… let’s not waste time.”
With that, they took off—wings spreading wide, auras blazing as the eight soared skyward in perfect formation, leaving the smoking crater behind like their calling card.