Vampire With A System
Chapter 62: Immortal Beast
[ This Is A Refine-able Immortal Beast ]
[ System has gone offline... ]
The cold, digital blue light of the interface shattered into thousands of microscopic particles before vanishing completely from Evan’s vision, leaving his consciousness utterly unanchored in the roaring dark.
The silence of the system’s absence felt like a vacuum in his mind, but there was no time to mourn the loss of his mechanical guide.
The reality unfolding exactly eight feet in front of him was far too massive, far too terrifying, to allow for a single second of distraction.
As the immortal beast fully materialized within the fading glow of the golden pentagram, the four Supreme Elders at the base of the hill opened their eyes so wide that it looked as if their eyeballs might pop directly out of their sockets.
These were Ascendants, monsters who had spent almost a century to defy the heavens, suppressing entire clans with a single breath, and treading the very peak of the mortal cultivation realm.
Yet, looking at the featureless, snow white entity standing before them, their composure completely collapsed.
The aura radiating from the extraordinarily muscular, white body of the beast was not merely strong, it was an absolute law.
It expanded outward in a crushing, silent wave, instantly canceling out the oppressive, heavy aura of the Supreme Elders as if it were nothing more than a candle flame being snuffed out by a hurricane.
The air, which had been thick with the suffocating pressure of four Ascendant vampires, suddenly became light, cold, and entirely dominated by the immortal aura of the beast.
The fifty Watchers and two Commanders, who had previously been running towards Evan and Peaker with bloodthirsty momentum, came to a grinding, chaotic halt.
Their boots slid through the wet mud, their blades trembling in their leather gloved grips.
The fierce, predator like glow in their eyes vanished, replaced by a hollow, paralyzing dread.
Slowly, instinctively, the vanguard began to retreat, their steps uncoordinated and hesitant as they backed away from the faceless white nightmare.
But the clan leader, Shu Hui, refused to let his military lines fracture so easily.
"Do not retreat! Do not fear!" Shu Hui roared, his voice cracking under the strain of the beast’s quiet aura.
"We are the proud people of the Shu Clan! We are the masters of the slate! We fight with honor, we bleed for the bloodline, and we win! A single demonic summoned illusion cannot break the foundations of our ancestry! Charge, you cowards! Cut the summoner down!"
Spurred by the desperate, frantic authority of their leader, the brainwashed soldiers of the Shu Clan forced their trembling limbs to move.
With a collective, ragged war cry, the fifty Watchers, the two Commanders, and the traitor Ghost broke into a second, desperate run, charging wildly across the muddy field toward Peaker, Evan, and the towering white entity.
But as they came a bit closer, crossing the forty meter threshold, the immortal beast didn’t even shift its stance.
It didn’t even roar and it didn’t invoke the laws of the heavens.
It simply raised its extraordinarily muscular white arm and swiped it nonchalantly through the empty air in their direction.
The gesture was so casual, so completely devoid of effort, that for a microsecond, time itself seemed to slow to a terrifying, absolute crawl.
Evan watched with wide, analytical eyes as the space directly in front of the beast’s hand visibly warped, the falling raindrops freezing mid-air before shattering into absolute mist.
The nonchalant swipe released a wave of wind so sharp, so impossibly compressed, that it bypassed the physical distance of forty meters in a fraction of a heartbeat.
It was an invisible scythe of pure kinetic law.
In slow motion, the charging vanguard of the Shu Clan hit the invisible wall of wind.
There was no sound of impact, no clashing of steel, only the clean, rhythmic sound of flesh and bone parting simultaneously.
Fifty Watchers, who had spent decades refining their bodies and soul, stopped dead in their tracks.
The two awakened Commanders, whom body were meant to withstand heavy ordnance, fractured like cheap glass.
Their torsos and their legs completely separated from each other.
Evan watched, frozen in a state of profound shock, as fifty four bodies were neatly, perfectly bisected at the waist.
In that suspended, agonizing second of slow motion, the upper halves of the soldiers continued to slide forward through the air due to their initial momentum, their expressions still locked in their furious war cries, while their legs remained anchored in the mud, spurting torrents of dark, crimson blood into the falling rain.
Then, reality snapped back into full speed.
The severed torsos crashed violently into the wet dirt, a chaotic, horrific heap of dying flesh, mechanical armor, and useless weapons.
Shu Hui’s grand vanguard had been completely erased from the mortal plane with a single, lazy flick of a wrist.
Evan and Peaker stood entirely paralyzed behind the beast, their minds struggling to process the sheer, unadulterated scale of destruction.
Evan’s modern, calculating mind, which always sought to measure variables and balance equations, found itself completely broken by this display of absolute power.
There was no math for this.
There was no strategy.
This was the raw, unyielding truth of the higher realms, the truth of power, the truth of an immortal.
Beside him, Peaker was staring blankly at the pile of severed bodies.
His dark eyes flickered across the carnage until they landed on a specific, massive torso clad in a ruined merchant tunic, Ghost.
The man who had betrayed them, whose real name was Shu Jon, lay silent amidst the muck, his eyes empty and his grand ambitions cut short in a single, indifferent second.
Peaker felt a sudden, heavy pang of sadness for his former best friend, a brief flash of mourning for the camaraderie they had shared over the years.
He swallowed the bitter lump in his throat, hardening his expression as he forced his gaze away from the dead traitor.
In a war of survival, sympathy was a luxury they couldn’t afford.
The field fell into a horrific, absolute silence, broken only by the steady pattering of the rain against the mud and the fading groans of the dying.
Slowly, deliberately, the two horned, eyeless immortal beast tilted its smooth, white head.
It paid absolutely no attention to the slaughter it had just caused, treating the elite vanguard like nothing more than annoying insects cleared from a path.
Instead, its blind, terrifying face turned slowly toward the true threat remaining on the field.
The immortal beast looked directly toward the four Supreme Leaders standing frozen at the base of the hill.