110 CHAPTER XVIII: A Woeful End (1/2)

And Sable Bloodpane was reborn in his own coffin.

He lifts the heavy lid with one freshly regenerated hand and slowly raises himself up.

His pale skin is revealed in the darkness. Her unblemished skin was like ceramic, and her well-balanced limbs and appearance were so neat that it was hard to believe she was from this world.

However, the blood drained from her face, and her eyes were red and bloodshot. I held his chest and yelled at him in a rough voice.

”What the hell is that king--!

”Master Sable, what is going on?

”Shut up!　Oh, the whole unit's gone!

He shook off the vampires in his household who had rushed towards him. The vampire's heart, the source of its power, beats fast and hard, producing the power of blood.

The blood seeping out of her body forms a thread that wraps her naked white body in a jet-black robe. As she tried to stand up, Sable staggered heavily as if she were anemic. Her eyes widened to their limits.

It's impossible. That's a ...... low!

I couldn't believe it. It was true that Sable wasn't at her best at that moment. But that doesn't mean that he cut corners.

The power of Sable's body was weakened beyond recognition. It was only natural, since he had lost everything but his heart. It would be some time before he regained his strength.

It was true that Sable had carefully extracted the source of his power, but since the source of his blood power had been removed, his use of it was severely limited, but that was all. Other than that, that body was definitely Sable herself.

From what he had observed during the battle with the Demon Lord Rynell, he was more than capable. He had a squad of werewolves with him.

But he lost. It was an overwhelming force. What Sable had misjudged was his growth potential.

He was clearly stronger than when he was fighting Lynel. The King of the Dead is growing fast.

It's hard to believe. Originally, the Lord of the Dead was a necromancer who was skilled enough to turn himself into an undead.

They must know all about the undead, and even if they are used to it, it is unlikely that they would change so rapidly.

And the most alarming thing is the moment Sable died.

In an instant, his alter ego, which should have still had power and a powerful regeneration ability, disappeared.

I couldn't even see what had been done to me. That wouldn't have happened even if my head had been crushed.

The power that should have been left in his body instantly drained away. Sable would not forget that feeling for a while.

The last thing his alter ego heard was the voice of the Ancestor begging for his life. Immediately after that, it was annihilated. You're making a complete fool of yourself.

I punch the stone wall with all my might. The thick wall caves in deeply, but I don't feel any better.

I sank deeper into my chair and racked my brains.

All I need is calm. Sable has already failed twice. I can't fail next time.

”The werewolf is good. Precious as they are, they're still replaceable.

She glared at her family members who were waiting for her with a pale face. He is a powerful vampire who has inherited the power of his blood-pains.

But no. They're useless to me. That's not good enough. Vampires are much stronger than werewolves, but not if they have a Knight of the End.

Keep calm by repeating your thoughts. Forget about the death you surely felt in that moment.

”Yes. The problem isn't the Founder. It's the demise knight who still holds that man to the human side.

It's hard to attack him by force and drive a wedge. And even if you could, there would be considerable damage to us as well.

To begin with, vampires live in darkness. The current situation is distorted.

If I told other vampires about the demon knight and vampires together, they'd laugh at me. At least the Founder didn't shun vampires. If there was a chance, the situation would turn our way.

And then, realizing something, Sable smiled deeply.

One, just one ............ lump ...... is right--

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I'm sure of it. It was the demise knight's own decision. Then there's a way to get .......

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And I'm in the closet holding my stomach.

I felt a terrible pain in my stomach that wouldn't stop, and nausea like I'd never felt before in my life. I learned for the first time that even lowly vampires can sweat when they're at their limit.

I'm at my limit. But it's no use going to the bathroom. Because vampires don't go to the bathroom. They digest all their food. So this stomachache is not because I ate something weird or something.

I feel sick to my stomach. ......

”Because you're smoking something weird.

Senri's voice was also a bit disheartened.

Oh, Sable, you torment me inside my body too. You're a fearsome opponent.

The change in the blood-sucking sable was remarkable. In an instant he was dust. Apparently vampires disappear when their curse is sucked out of them. It's probably because their existence is a curse itself.

The blood I swallowed tasted good, but it was so thick that it lingered. It was right after the blood was swallowed that something strange occurred in my stomach.

My arms were torn off, my whole body was burned, my neck was cut off, and many other things happened after I came back, but the pain was worse than any of them. I felt like I was going to be turned upside down inside and out. I tried to throw up, but I couldn't. I went to the bathroom, but nothing came out. I clawed at my stomach, but that didn't help. There's nothing I can do.

Senri, help me. ......

I don't know any vampire doctors: ......

The sun was probably already up outside. But the pain showed no sign of abating.

The only thing that saved me was that Senri had been talking to me from outside the closet.

”When I die, ...... sprinkle my blood on my grave every day.

...... Maybe you'll be okay. Your power hasn't diminished at all.