SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277: What exactly was I lacking?

The veiled woman watched, stunned. The previous arrogance and disdain in her voice had completely disappeared as she watched Damon demolish her attack in such an outlandish way. How was this blood drinker able to use the power of angels and the blessed souls?

She simply could not understand this. In all her years of life, she had never come across anything like this and she had lived for more years than she cared to remember. Her serpents continued to dwindle and soon all of them were completely eradicated.

The temple trembled again. Damon stood unshaken in the epicenter of it all, his aura rising like a storm-swallowed sun. And through it all, he smiled, feral, fearless, and utterly alive.

"Remind me again," he said as the last serpent was scorched to ash, "what exactly was I lacking?"

Damon knew he could have probably blocked that attack with just his body but he had a faint suspicion that a mental component was present in that attack which was why he did not want to take any chances.

Also, it shouldn’t hurt to show off here a bit. Otherwise, who knew he might have to fight against this snake woman here.

While he was confident against any opponent thrown in front of him at the moment, there were still monstrous beings far above and beyond his power level, at least for the time being.

He would be foolish to think that he was at the top of this world with just one single super awesome temporary mana core. A baby dragon was not a true dragon and he wasn’t even a baby primordial yet. Thankfully, his move seemed to have worked well.

The veiled woman stared speechlessly, very obviously impressed by his demonstration. After sometime she finally opened her mouth. "Your path is-"

"My path is unique." Damon finished for her. "That makes me worthy of claiming your god’s inheritance.

The veiled woman fell silent. The green mist surrounding her writhed but her form remained motionless, floating, cloaked in elegance and confusion. She then lowered her hand.

The spectral fang that once radiated judgment now crumbled into harmless motes of light. She floated downward until her bare feet touched the floor for the first time. The temple walls stopped trembling. The oppressive venomous aura eased, replaced by an eerie silence.

"You are not the heir my master intended," she said with a tinge of sorrow in her voice. "But you may be the heir fate has chosen."

Then, the floor beneath Damon lit up with a massive, coiling sigil and then the temple’s main door opened. "Go in, blood drinker. I will not stop you anymore. You have the right to claim the legacy just as anyone else but it is upto you to survive it." The woman then slowly stepped aside leaving way for Damon to walk inside.

Damon gave her a nod of acknowledgement and then continued to walk forward. He crossed the threshold of the inner sanctum, and the doors behind him slowly shut with a groan, sealing him inside.

The inner chamber was nothing like the outer temple. It was darker and much simpler. The walls were made of simple stone and the entire place was pretty much empty.

At the very center of the chamber stood a colossal altar, shaped like a fang-driven throne with serpentine arms, wrapped in vines of crystallized venom. Hovering above it was a single orb, black at the core, but surrounded by shifting layers of green and purple. It radiated an overwhelming aura.

Damon walked closer to it to take a look when suddenly a drop of green liquid shot out of the orb right towards him. He instantly tried to block it but it was of no use. The liquid had already entered his body through his forehead.

The next second the green liquid lit up his veins, spread to all parts of his body including his heart and his brain. Damon’s knees buckled.

Agony unlike anything he’d ever experienced ripped through his entire being. His blood began to bubble within his veins, turning sluggish and molten. His vision fractured into hallucinations. He stumbled, arms clutching his chest, as the venom began to invade every corner of his existence.

However, soon his bloodline began to do its job. The pain began to gradually lessen. The drop of green liquid that entered his body was already reduced to half, his blood greedily sucking it all in.

After an entire minute of agony, Damon was finally able to breathe. He only barely steadied himself when out of nowhere, a flood of information rushed to his mind, along with the name of an interesting technique.

Nine million poison body refining technique

Poison shall break your body and poison shall rebuild it!

This technique did not refine the body through traditional tempering methods. Instead, it used nine million unique poisons to train one’s body through pain and death.

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