Hero of Darkness
chapter-189

Speechless.. Kereberos, the Vampire mage was left speechless after hearing this new revelation. Because he hadn't risen in rankings after reaching the First Stage Saint Rank.. He had no idea what happens afterward.

The other people from the top brass of their clan hadn't revealed this spike in strength after crossing the new stages as if it was some sort of taboo.

Even his biggest card, the five epic rank enhancement artifacts give him only 5 times the boost in his spells range and attack damage. But even with that, he hadn't even managed to scratch the clan leader.

If someone thought the vampire mage was akin to some big and invincible powerhouse.. The fourth stage saint rank clan leader was even 15 times stronger than him.

Even the soldiers of the Vandereich clan who hadn't seen their clan leader fight at his best were shocked and bewildered.

"I don't believe it. If it was true, why haven't I heard of it before?" asked Kereberos.

"Why would any saint reveal their cards to the enemy or even an ally? Just like you, I have my trump cards as well." replied the vampire lord.

This response was heard only by the bald mage and nobody else who floated in the air 10 kilometers away, showing the immense control of the vampire lord over world energy.

Ismatrazel then gestured with both of his hands and made a gesture of calling something towards him. On the other ends of the forested area where the battalions that had lord hundreds of soldiers in each of them just from the waves of magical spells by the vampire mage felt their blood boiling.

And right in front of their eyes, the blood from their fallen comrades that lost their lives not too long ago started leaving their mangled bodies and flew in the air; towards the direction of their clan leader at an extremely fast speed.

In just 20 seconds, a gigantic orb of red blood, as big as a house was created in the air after all of the blood of the fallen vampires was collected at a single place. This orb was only 2 kilometers away from the mage who was still encapsulated and protected by the impenetrable barriers that previously faced the head-on attacks from the 8 warships and barely cracked.

"The blood of our fallen shall be your chains." spoke the clan leader and made a moving gesture of his right hand.

Ptew! Ptew!

Hundreds of chains and swords made with pure blood suddenly charged out of this orb and attacked the protection barriers and started drilling into the barriers one by one. And unlike the previous explosive beams attacked from the magic cannons… These swords and chains were created with world energy that could easily suppress anything made with mana.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Hundreds and then thousands of cracks appeared on these ginormous barriers that filled the long space. And just in 3 seconds, the first layer was thoroughly destroyed and the sword flew and charged at the inner layers.

"No!!" shouted the vampire mage as after the first layer got destroyed, one of his enhancement artifacts exploded.

"Arhhh!!" wailed the elderly mage as his body suddenly caved in and he spat out blood.

This was clearly the backlash of his spell and the artifact which he used as conduit getting destroyed. And he suffered from the mana he was using being obliterated.

BOOM! Crack! BOOM!

In the next dozen seconds, all the barriers were thoroughly cracked open while the mage threw up a mouthful of blood from the backlash.

His body lost its balance and he fell towards the ground.

Stab! Stab! Stab!

Just as his body was about to touch the ground, multiple chains made from the blood of the deceased soldiers stabbed his arms and legs and tied his body.

A grand figure of the Ismatrazel Mor Vandereich, the clan leader quickly appeared in front of the mage who was left defenseless. The vampire lord made a gesture of moving his forefinger in the air.

"Arrrr!!" grunted the old mage as somehow, his right arm that was still holding the epic rank mage staff was cut off in just a second.

"You shall face the judgment from the Elders council and tell my Great Father about the other traitor hidden in the clan." said Ismatrazel and placed sealing artifacts on the mage that completely cut off his connection to mana and world energy.

"You think I'll talk? In your dreams, brat!" spoke the old mage.

"Oh.. You definitely will." replied the clan leader. And more chains encircled the mage's body.

The clan leader of this vampire clan had easily subdued this mage who seemed like an existence out of the world just by waving his hand twice.

Swish! Swish!

A warship that wasn't previously present in the 10 kilometers surroundings, suddenly flew in their direction and landed on the nearest ground.

A group of 10 people walked out of the exit of this 100 meters tall and enormous warship. In this group was a hooded figure under a black cloak. But the person leading this group was known to everyone here.

It was Szayel Mor Vandereich, the clan heir and also one of the candidates for the position of the clan leader in the future.

He stood in front of this elderly mage and asked with curiosity, "Why, sir Kereberos? Why would you collude with our enemies and plan to kill me? You once taught me how to control magic in my beginning years of training. So why do you resent me?"

"Hah.. Haha! It's because you're simply not worthy, kid. Look at you.. You're not even a Peak Grandmaster mage yet. Compared to your sister, you're nothing but a failure!

And to make matters worse.. You share the same ideology as your father and your grandfather. If the clan leader's position falls in your hands.. I see a bleak future for our clans. And that's why I didn't care if it meant giving you up." said Kereberos.

To this.. Szayel's countenance froze and immense wrath appeared in his eyes as he clenched his fists. Although the words came from a traitor.. Szayel knew what this elderly mage was indeed the truth. He was simply lacking compared to his stepsister and had always been foreshadowed by her glory and talent. But there was nothing he could say to rebuke this vampire mage.

"Tell me, how did you even find out?" asked the mage.

To this question.. Ismatrazel pointed his finger towards the hooded figure who stood behind Szayel and spoke..

"It's simple. Because you took the bait."

The figure under the black cloak then took off the hood and finally revealed the face.

"You…" spoke the old vampire in disbelief. The person that revealed himself was someone he clearly knew of but hadn't expected to see here.

"Nice to meet you, my dear well-wisher." spoke the man.

This young, handsome and muscular figure was none other than Kahn.