leonardwarren Chapter 1005: Born Anew
Chapter 1005: Born Anew
Chapter 1005: Born Anew
The dragon froze as the ship he destroyed slowly emerged out of the silent sea. The countless cracks on it pulsed with a burning red magic like a beating heart. The sea turned red and the sun burst into a crimson flare.
With his powerful eyesight, the dragon could see him, a large man standing on the bowsprit's tip, looking toward the shore with a passive face and burning red eyes.
DING! DONG! DING! DONG! DING! DONG! DING! DONG! DING! DONG! A man stood atop the crow's nest, ringing the ship's bell with a large smile on his face. All the sailors stood on the deck, some of them climbing the nets and mast while chanting.
"A man? Wasn't Akasha a woman?" The dragon looked confused for a second, he was certain that the man standing on the bowsprit was a vampire as was everyone else on the ship. But something was off about that man, his power as a vampire far outclassed everyone else and it had a strange hint on it, a wild smell, wet fur...a werewolf.
Arad jumped from the bowsprit, gracefully floating toward the water. The moment his foot touched the water he blasted forward running on all four. There was no magic, just the raw power and agility of his lycanthropic blood had allowed him to run on water.
The dragon pulled a large crystal from his magic pocket and crushed it in his claw, fully healing all of his wounds and restoring his magic and stamina. He had a whole week to prepare for a potential fight with Akasha, of course, he's brought some powerful healing items.
With now back at full power, the dragon pointed his claw toward Arad and shouted, "Die! Evil!" Lightning crackled from his wings and into his claws, pulling water from the sea, breaking it down into oxygen and hydrogen, and then releasing everything toward Arad in a beam of rampaging blue inferno.
It was at that moment that the girls realized that the dragon wasn't taking them seriously at all. He was just trying to kill them without wasting any resources or pushing himself too far, he could've blasted them alongside the whole warship if he wanted from the start.
But...Arad didn't even bother dodging, in fact, he rushed straight through the stream of fire like a stone through a water stream, splashing the flames everywhere.
Seeing that Arad was charging at him like that, the dragon stopped his spell and swung his claw forward, aiming to smack Arad back to the ship he came from. No matter how powerful he gets, the weight difference is still going to favor the dragon and Arad would be blown away.
The moment the dragon's claw was about to hit Arad, Arad's body burst into a swarm of bats that flew all around the dragon, spreading into the city right on the shore.
The beach was about 150 meters wide of pure golden sand and after it was the coastal city of Napolin. The port was around half a kilometer to the right and it's where the warship was supposed to dock.
"Running into the populated city?! I should've expected such shamelessness from..." The dragon roared as he glared back to the city, but he soon went silent as a massive tentacle wrapped around his neck and body.
He looked back in surprise, seeing a massive brown vampire Kraken dragging him into the depths of the sea. "The bastard! He turned a monster into a vampire?!" The dragon growled as he was getting dragged back. But he didn't just sit and take it, his massive jaw was enough to rip the Kraken's soft tentacles apart.
It was useless against a Kraken with vampire-level regeneration. The tentacles would grow back faster than a hydra's head regeneration.
Realizing that cutting the tentacles wouldn't help, the dragon had no other option than wasting his precious mana on a lighting discharge to knock the vampire Kraken down. But before he could cast it, a massive maw lunged at him from the sea, biting him from the side.
The dragon coughed blood, looking aside to see a massive Megalodon dragging him back. "And a vampire Megalodon?! Was he feeding down there?!"
None of those standing there knew what Arad was now anymore. They could sense the hints of vampirism and lycanthropy out of him, but those curses, those smells were rapidly fading away as if they were nothing but lingering remains of something that already stopped
existing.
Pricolici combines the best traits of both vampires and werewolves into something far stronger than they could ever be. They feed on flesh and blood, prowl through the night, and raise hell under the sun.
As Arad lifted his sword in a stance, he could see beneath the dragon's scales, see his muscles,
see his blood and bones pulsing and twisting. By seeing the inners of the bodies he could read and predict the moves of living beings before they could even start. While most fighters could predict moves, that ability only extends to thought moves like attacks and predetermined
skills.
For thousands of years, fighters managed to get over each other's move prediction by varying their attacks and attacking in an unpredictable manner. All of that now doesn't matter to Arad, he could see blood flowing toward the muscles, see the nerves pulsing and the lungs
expanding.
Arad could see and predict all moves, even the involuntary reactions. But that wasn't the limit of his senses, now he could see mana far better than he could do in his draconic body. He could
see it flowing everywhere, carrying magic in and from living beings.
He could see the dragon's innards, hear his blood flowing, feel his heart pulsing in the
ground, smell his fear and worry, and see him attempting to control mana and jolt the
vampire sea monsters.
But something scared him, Arad couldn't see one thing, inside Ann. No matter how much he looked at her, he could see nothing but endless darkness inside her body.
The father who was scrambling to heal her shook his head, "It's too late...she's dead." He looked at Arad, "Kill everyone if you want...but I cannot bring the dead back to life."
"She's stable!" A nun smiled as Mesharra's wound seemed to stop bleeding.
Arad's eyes silently shifted toward the dragon. He lifted his sword up, and swung it down,
releasing a massive fire slash that flew toward the dragon and exploded at him. Those were the dragon's flames, Arad had thrown them back at him.