SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 235

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Chapter 235: Aurex, the Sacred Marksman

[Ding! Blood Extraction Successful]

[Ding! You have acquired the skill: Divine Aegis]

[Ding! You have gained +1 Strength]

[Ding! You have gained +1 Magic Resistance]

Divine Aegis: A passive divine barrier that reduces all incoming damage by 15%. Every time the user takes a hit that would deal over 20% of their maximum health, Divine Aegis has a 30% chance to absorb the hit entirely, nullifying the damage and releasing a pulse of radiant energy that staggers nearby enemies.

Damon cleared the notifications as he rushed to his next target. This would be the third big shot he would be taking down. A few more of these, and the second wave would become a lot easier to handle.

However, just as he reached the next target, a silver arrow whistled through the air and grazed his cheek, slicing open a thin line of blood before embedding itself in the stone beside him with a metallic thrum.

Damon halted mid-step, his gaze snapping toward the direction the arrow had come from. His crimson eyes narrowed as he locked onto the figure perched atop a ruined chapel steeple, a hooded archer, cloak billowing in the wind, another arrow already nocked and glowing with runes.

"An arrow with runes? Interesting." Damon muttered, wiping the blood from his cheek with a thumb before licking it. His lips curled. "Wait a second. Is he dear Magicaa’s friend?"

The moment Damon said it aloud, another arrow flew, this one faster, sharper, and far more focused than the last. He tilted his head just enough for it to miss, the runed projectile screaming past his ear and exploding midair with a burst of silver flame.

That wasn’t just divine magic. It was something else. It also had a hint of divine magic, though.

"Ah," Damon said softly, eyes gleaming. "Silver fire. Runes of judgment. It has to be him. The Sacred Marksman?" He did not have to guess who this could be. After all, this was one of the players who had stood at the top in his last lifetime.

More importantly, he knew which super guild the guy belonged to, the one from his own country, the Northern Sentries. So it was after all his own country that was attacking him?

Now things were getting interesting.

Northern Sentries typically ranked 7th in the super ten guilds, and they were known for their ten outstanding players more than anything. This particular guild managed to stay in the top ten and even got the ’super’ tag mainly because of these ten players.

And right now one of them was standing right in front of Damon.

He let out a breath, unable to believe that he was actually facing the sacred markesman, a huge legend in his last life. This was going to be a difficult fight but he needed to somehow get past him. Somehow overcome this roadblock. He had to. There was no other way.