133 2nd Statement: Your Seed 2 (1/2)

As I listen to the ticking of the hands of the clock, I feel as if my mind is becoming more peaceful.

After mutating into a Noble Vampire, my abilities have greatly improved. And I'm sure it's not just my imagination that I'm feeling a little more eager to fight, pulled along by my improved abilities.

I used to be cautious. Just as I didn't hesitate to hurt myself after I became a vampire, there are definitely changes.

But that's okay.

The people hunting Senri and the others were powerful, and I wasn't so sure I could face them without a vampire's will to fight.

I sat down at the table and counted. My abilities had increased dramatically since I turned into a noble vampire.

It is only recently that I have been able to use those too many special abilities quickly.

If you have been a vampire for a long time, your skill level is probably even higher.

In terms of total power, I'm sure I'm better than most of my opponents, but vampires' abilities are incredibly tricky. I don't feel safe at all.

The living people had already been evacuated to the kitchen. I don't think Senri would be exposed if they were left to die, but the fewer deaths, the better.

As he waited for a while, something jumped through the hole left by the earlier attack.

It was a large man with his right arm bitten off. Blood-red eyes, sharp canine teeth showing from the edge of his lips. Best of all, I could tell by the smell that the man wasn't human.

I've been in the lower ranks for so long that vampires have become cheap.

The male vampire bounced off the ground and slid across the floor, but quickly stood up. His torn arm regrows in seconds.

His muscular arms were twice the size of mine, but his skin was pure white.

”Oh, shit!　Why are my kind in this place, little girl?

A wolf shining in dull silver fell through the ceiling like a piece of paper. The wolf that Mirele transformed into was not that large, but the wolf that a vampire transforms into is not just any wolf.

A man lifts up a nearby table with one hand and throws it lightly at Millere, who jumps into the air. Millere shudders and flips it away.

But in that split second, the man had changed.

His large body ripped open with a sound and expanded. What emerged was a dark brown wolf about one and a half times the size of Mirele.

Its jaws opened wide, and the giant wolf and Millere collided with each other. I felt like I was outside the mosquito net as I watched the beast and the beast eat each other.

Apparently, the man didn't even notice my presence. Perhaps it's because the power I absorbed from the King of the Void is suppressing the presence of death.

The curse that the Shadow King had. Despite the name, it was the power of 'compression'.

It absorbs and compresses the negative aura that is naturally released. And the power that is compressed and sharpened like stone and bone is not caught by the sensing ability of the Knights of the End.

This is the curse the Shadow King possesses.

And perhaps this power, derived from the curse of the Shadow King, the Bone Man, is very rare.

All the powers of the Ancestors were derived from the special abilities of vampires, but this is different.

I didn't get a name for the power, but if I had to name it, I'd say it's called ”The Bone.

However, the power only prevents the irradiation of a negative aura. The vampire's senses could have detected my presence by smell, but they must have mixed with Mirele's.

The silver and dark brown wolves went head-to-head. The latter was larger in size and probably at the same stage of mutation, but the battle was heavily in Millere's favor.

The battle between vampires is basically a muddy one. Vampires have a high regenerative capacity and almost zero fatigue, so unless you surprise them and pierce their vitals, it's a long battle.

But the fight was one-sided. The silver wolf was no match for the huge fangs of the brown wolf, and the clawed blows from its supple arms easily pierced its thick dark brown fur.

Blood splattered in the air. A roar of anguish shakes the air. In the end, it was the only thing that could save her.

The man's will to fight is so high that it's hard to believe that just a few days ago he was a sick man without dreams or hope.

The man said in a hoarse voice as he was tossed about by the onslaught.