10 reviews = bonus chapter
500 gems = bonus chapter
Advanced chapters at:
patreon.com/FanFictionPremium
***
After entering the lift, I took one last look at the bloody scene before me and pressed the floor button to wait for the doors to close. Having seen the request to attach the pass to the scanner I decided not to stand out and not to scare people, so I got out and took the pass from one of the mummies and got access to the upper floors. Going upstairs, I checked my gear by changing into an intermediate form. Sure, I had less strength, but with my long fingers and claws in werewolf form, it was hard to hold a gun, and rebuilding my whole arm would take too much time and effort, and it would be hard to hold it. Making sure my guns were fully operational, I prepared to meet my squadmates, and I had a feeling it was going to be a bloody encounter.
Each of the barrels was originally modified for rapid fire, but after my additional improvements and hardening the guns with modified bullets could deliver 2500 bullets per minute along with a velocity of 2000 m/s, of course such improvements had a disadvantage, the weapon failed somewhere in the middle or final third clip. Therefore, after tests it was considered safe to use only up to the end of the second clip.
Each of the guns had a reserve of thirty bullets and could surprise the enemy very unpleasantly. Of course, because of such velocities, the bullet simply pierced the body of the enemy and left his carcass before the rupture of its component, but here it was not critical. Each wound inflicted with my weapon, even if the bullet went through the air, would not heal for another half an hour for a regular vampire, five minutes for a three-hundred-year-old, two for a five-hundred-year-old, and one and a half for a six-hundred-year-old. I didn't have time to check further, because older vampires don't lie on the road and don't altruistically provide their carcasses for the sake of science, but it's a pity. But even those over a couple of thousand years old should be able to regenerate for about ten seconds.The open sashes of the lift attracted the attention of all representatives of the vampire race in the corridor, namely one two-hundred-year-old kid at the counter opposite the lift and two guards in the far right corner, standing in front of the doors of the hall, where the most important people of the city, some of whom were already ten centuries old, were sitting in the cemetery.
The kid didn't even have time to realise it before he got a hole in his head and the mirrored wall behind it. If it had been a regular bullet he might have recovered, but with his age such a loss of time brain work is already irreparable. I jumped out of the lift and found two vampires about three metres away from me. They were fast, but the fact that they didn't turn was a pity. Vampires have a one-third power bonus, just like Lycans. It's all right that the guys downstairs didn't have time because the battle started too fast, and in the heat of battle it's like death to freeze for two or three seconds, but these guys couldn't hide in a couple of doorways on the way to the main hall and get stronger. Most likely, it was the vampire's HSE instinct again, if you have one enemy against you who doesn't look threatening, you have to humiliate him and show your toughness. And I had torn my uniform a bit in the last battle, and the transformation was not without damage to my clothes. So to them, my reflection was like a beaten hunter demanding a sharp dose of vampire pussy.
And since these non-flying mice, which is true because only extremely cool masters of vampire magic, who are at least a thousand years old, can fly, anyway, since they came so close, who am I to deny them additional holes in their bodies? Two seconds later, both children of the night had at least a dozen new holes not provided by nature.
-You regret...ahem...regret it. - Said one of the vampires, who had successfully deflected his head and was still able to express his dying thoughts.
-And who are you going to complain to? To the majority-despised Varn bird? - Pierce mockingly asked the dying vampire, not even hoping he would understand the meaning of what he was saying, but to Ryan's surprise, the vampire widened his eyes in shock and died before he could ask the next question.
It was a wonder that anyone remembered the only true survivor of the era. Of course, he was the only one because of the active assistance to his fellow ancestors in his youth, but it still says a lot about the position of this guard and my instincts, which clearly picked up a rather strong bloodlust from behind the doors, say that my judgement is correct. Looks like I killed a relative of someone important, though they're all related to each other.
So the information that the Mistikos support Dracula is true. Though it has little bearing on the matter. Still, I'm more afraid of real monsters, not an upstart who took the most expensive stimulant in the world. It's funny about vampires, actually. If six hundred years ago they were a threat to the world because of a single leader, and in fact fear of him and general adoration. Now it's just a bunch of different clans at best with two or three ancients at the head. The real monsters of the vampire world have either all gone into hibernation or have not been in contact with the world for a couple of thousand years. And the general decline of the vampires was due to their true progenitor Varna, who was over fifteen thousand years old. The old man was one of the first vampires who realised the beauty of immortal life and turned himself. Knowing all the weaknesses of the newly created race, he quickly sawed out the other true ones in a couple of centuries, leaving only their descendants.
After living for thousands of years, Varna seemed to have gone cuckoo, and instead of thinking, like any normal vampire, about world domination or, at the very least, turning mankind into cattle, he decided to retire. He found a well-known count in the fifteenth century and turned him by the most costly of all possible conversion rituals, transferring almost all the power of the progenitor to the chick, and finished off the rest by letting Dracula drink himself. At least this is a well-known truth revealed by the Count himself. And how it was in fact shit he knows, maybe he just left or Dracula attacked him while he was weak, which is difficult, but with enough persistence and shitiness quite done by some of the converts until the first order of their parent. In general, a new half-true vampire was born, he spent ten or twenty years on training the appeared forces and gave a cry to the awake ancients that I am now the biggest fish in this pond and you now serve me. The ancients who appeared listened to his speech, of course, nodded from the height of their several thousand years and mostly sent the chick, who was not even a century old, to the well-known three letters.
Dracula did not appreciate the passage and decided to show by force where their place was, but even having the forces of Varna he himself was quite weighty ogrebly, no he certainly sent to the ancestors a couple of chapters, but in general parity was formed. Dracula with his insane power, but with little experience is equal to the union of chapters with less power, but a VERY HUGE layer of experience in a couple, and sometimes even tens of thousands of years. Since then, almost every clan head either gathered his own clan from his chicks or transferred the old clan from the rails of "I serve the true" to the rails of "everything for the ancient progenitor", which in essence does not change anything, but later the newcomers somehow forgot to tell that this progenitor is not the head of the clan, but Varna or his current chick and successor Dracula.
But I was thinking about something, and after mental practices, such a fall from reality takes only five seconds. As I approached the door, I saw the system blink for a second, and Club Danger - The Trouble played in my head, and with a chuckle, I walked up to the door.
Of course, I didn't want to be a superhero and fight the undead in a fair fight, so when I opened the door to a rather spacious room with a modern large table that could seat twenty people, I threw all the blood gas bombs into the room. In about ten or twenty seconds I think the room will be completely filled. After the scattering of gifts, the fledglings of the ancients, who seemed to be counting on the pathos of the speeches, jumped up from their seats and began to turn, "You can tell they're peddlers. Their battle group quickly realised that if they didn't already have time to turn, there would be no time to turn, and here...shame on them. Because of their actions, I successfully discharged two magazines, catching one and completely taking out of the fight the vampire closest to me on the right side. The Mistikos are essentially a businessman clan, they have a lot of money and a decent chunk of power, which is why the other clans usually rarely come into conflict with them, simply because it's easier to exist in the current world through them. They will hide a murder for the right fee and a massacre committed by converts under a terrorist attack or some maniac. In general, the guys themselves are not so powerful in terms of combat. It seems that for the last two hundred years they have been sitting on their asses and counting gold coins in their safes, and now they are reaping the fruits of their idleness. The strength of each of them exceeds my incomplete conversion, and the speed of regeneration is not worth mentioning. I was able to get the advantage of speed of movement in the accelerated flow of time, and that's a small consolation considering that the space is not so much, and there are five opponents against me.
It was hard to dodge, but I was getting something out of it, and their blows seemed to be accurate and experienced, but I was still floundering and not using my full strength, waiting for the enemy to weaken. At the beginning they were wary of the fact that I had walked towards them and managed to wound one of them so badly, but now seeing my superiority and the fact that their attacks were starting to overwhelm me little by little they activated their general racial HSE and became more lazy and seemed to even start to enjoy the one on one battle.
After a minute of fighting due to the amount of concentrate spread in the air they began to weaken and as soon as it became noticeable I sharply switched on the acceleration and evaded the blow of one of the vampires and swept by, leaving a deep claw wound on his chest. After the acceleration, I was attacked from three different directions, and when they were as close as they could get, I released the power I had stored in my body and a fiery inferno erupted around me, not damaging my body because of the thin film of flame covering my skin and clothes, but the vampires were in a bad way. The entire trio that had come at me had been badly burned and would be incapacitated for at least another dozen minutes. While the only two vampires in one piece had to retreat to the ends of the room because of my attack and actively think of an escape plan, I concentrated on space and created a single spatial blade while simultaneously pulling out a double ring. Concentrating as much as possible on the energy of space I lunged at the bloodsucker I had already wounded giving the second almost uninjured one a real chance to escape, which he wasn't afraid to take advantage of right away. As I approached his blood brother, he rushed to the plate-covered window to break it, which with his strength would have been no problem. When I was three metres away from the abandoned vampire, I threw the blade at his chest, but the vampire tried to move away, but the speed with which the blade was launched only partially dislodged his body, preventing him from hitting anything important. When it was only half a metre away from the blade, a strange haze of sparks formed in front of the vampire, it lasted only a second in the place where the blade was supposed to hit, but because of it the weapon did not reach the vampire and the undead, having avoided a new wound, prepared to confront the enemy. Without letting the bloodsucker experience the joy of the absence of pain, I released a wave of concentrated fire, which hid the hastily created fetters. It was enough to slow the enemy down for a second, so I was able to reach him and rip off one of his limbs, shoving my other hand into his chest and sending a stream of fire through his insides. After that I calmly pulled my claws from the already unconscious vampire's chest and turned to his still moving colleague who had let out a rather funny scream a few seconds ago when he was hit in the heart by my spatial blade.
Since there was no more risk I was able to slow down for a second and let out a loud howl at the vampire that brought him out of his minimally dangerous fighting state, followed by a working pattern of multiple entanglements and approaching with severe injuries.
Looking at the completely trashed hall, I sighed dejectedly and headed for the closest body to start sucking out the life force. To my surprise, this method, in addition to pumping the power of demonic blood, also gave experience, as for a complete death in hellfire. It was a shame that I couldn't train my vengeful spirit form on vampires. Of course, I can control most of my urges to punish sinners, but to hold back next to vampires, who are dark entities in themselves, plus a personal cemetery of a couple of thousand, and these individuals may have tens of thousands of souls is unrealistic, I will definitely send them to hell. There might be some scum without regrets that the stare wouldn't work on, but that's unlikely. In vampires' old times, and even nowadays, a frequent practice when accepting a new convert into the clan is to organise a show where a young vampire kills people dear to him in human life. Of course, they may have crushed those memories with hundreds of years of life, but deep down they are still there and it doesn't matter how long ago you regretted it. But there's an upside to this, I've pumped my regeneration up another level, because while I was pretending to be a victim they managed to stab me a couple of times, and wounds from supernatural entities, especially old ones, are pretty bad at regenerating.
Sucking the life out of the undead is a painful job, but it's a lucrative one. Now I'd like to suck the life out of their ancient, and I'd like it, but they're not going to tell me where he is, his defence is literally written in their blood. Without a telepath... or maybe, but then she'd know about a big part of my powers, and my bloodsucker hunt wouldn't give her peace of mind. Okay, I'll keep one of the bloodsuckers, but I'll have to put a bunch of suppressors on the carcass and build a seal on the energy of space, the latter being the easiest and most effective part with my access to it. I'll have to give Emma a couple of books on mind-attack techniques, and I'm not being figurative. There were really only a couple of books in the library. My memory is now perfect and I can quickly reprint them, and at the same time I will write a couple of sequels, and the story of one ring should be finished.
I decided to keep alive the slowest vampire, who had received a lot of new holes in his body and was in the worst possible shape. His age allowed him to survive even such wounds, so having opened the portal he was very carefully, I would even say filigree kicked to a deserted island to wait for me. I decided to finish my vampire hunt, I couldn't leave so many missed floors unvisited, no gamer would understand me, there was so much experience walking around, not yet aware of its unfortunate fate.
***
Don't forget to donate gems.
And subscribe at:
patreon.com/FanFictionPremium