God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World!

Chapter 425: Dominic Castatrophic Attack [2/2](Fixed)

Dominic’s eyes flashed as he lifted his arm into the heavens, a cruel smile playing on his face while the battlefield noise around him did not stop, yet somehow felt like it had been pushed farther away.

It was at that exact moment both Broken Dawn and the remaining eastern camp soldiers felt their bodies react before their minds could even catch up. It was not heat like fire, it was not cold like ice either. It was a strange sensation that made their veins feel tense and their hearts stutter, as if something invisible had reached into their chests and squeezed once, not hard enough to kill them, but hard enough to remind them they were alive and could easily stop being alive.

A few soldiers nearest to him suddenly placed their hands on their throats and stomachs, their eyes widening as sweat poured down their faces even though the air itself did not feel hot.

The worst part was that their sweat was not the only thing moving, because the smell of blood thickened so quickly it became hard to ignore, as if the battlefield had decided to announce what it truly was.

Alice gritted her teeth, trying to force her legs to stay firm, but her knees still felt weak and her tongue felt heavy, and she could not help but curse again under her breath because she hated that her body was responding like this when her mind was still trying to be brave.

"This is the feeling," Lin Xueyimi muttered again, her frown deepening as she stared at Dominic with a look that carried both fear and frustration. Beside her, Lin Xueyi swallowed hard, her lips pale as if she had just remembered something she wished she could forget.

Even Scarlet’s eyes narrowed a little as she sensed the change in the atmosphere.

Dominic did not move from where he stood, and yet the blood on the ground did. The dark pools near broken bodies trembled first like ripples after a stone drop, then slid as if pulled by a rope none of them could see, leaving streaks across cracked concrete and ruined soil.

It started small, just thin trails crawling toward him, but it did not remain small for long as blood from farther away followed too, seeping out from beneath corpses, draining from torn cloth, lifting from mud that had already soaked red. The sight made several eastern camp soldiers freeze in place because they suddenly understood they were not standing on ground anymore, they were standing on Dominic’s resource.

To be frank, even Gabriel found it hard to ignore. He had seen many skills in this world. He had seen fire and ice and earth and lightning. He had seen weird treasures and strange classes. But blood moving from the bodies of the deceased like obedient water was different, because it felt personal. It felt like something that belonged inside the body and not outside, and that feeling alone was enough to break the confidence of anyone who did not have iron nerves.

Gabriel’s electric blue eyes did not leave Dominic for a second, his grip steady on the greatsword, but his mind still marked the important detail. Dominic was not pulling mana from the sky, he was pulling fuel from the dead and the dying, which meant this ability did not come from kindness. It came from the battlefield itself.

Then the blood stopped flowing into Dominic and instead rose above him, spiraling upward, turning into a rotating stream that did not splash or drip the way liquid should.

The stream widened, spread, and began drawing a circle above the battlefield, not on the ground but in the sky itself, and as the circle expanded the soldiers finally realized why it felt like their veins were being tugged, because that circle was not just made of blood, it was made of intent, and that intent was directed downward at everyone beneath it.

The circle grew wide, wider than the nearest ruined blocks, wider than the broken roads and fences, stretching until it sat above the battlefield like a red halo without mercy, and the moment it completed itself the fear in everyone’s chest became apparent.

Some eastern camp soldiers took steps back without even meaning to, their eyes darting between Dominic and the circle as if they expected it to fall on them at any moment.

Dominic did not stop there. He never did when he reached this point, because the cruel smile on his face remained and his raised arm slowly clenched into a fist, and in that instant the blood circle pulsed once and several thin red lines branched inward across its surface, forming patterns that looked like a casting array written in liquid.

The air beneath the circle seemed to sink, not physically, but in the way it made people’s lungs work harder, and that was when the first screams erupted, not from Broken Dawn, not from Gabriel’s side, but from Dominic’s own remaining soldiers who were too close.

"W what’s happening, my body..." one of them shouted before his voice broke.

It started at their hands and faces where blood vessels were closest to the skin, the color draining out as if someone had turned off a lamp, and then their bodies began to wither in seconds, not burning, not freezing, just drying out in a horrifying way like water being sucked from cloth.

Their lips cracked, their eyes sank, their throats tightened, and then they collapsed one after the other, dropping like sacks of meat with no strength left to scream, and the blood that should have remained inside them rose in thin streams and joined the circle overhead without hesitation.

The eastern camp soldiers who witnessed it felt betrayed on a level they could not hide anymore, because at that moment it became clear he did not see them as people. He saw them as convenient containers, and the only reason they had been allowed to live earlier was because he had not needed their blood yet.

"He has gone mad!"

"Escape for your life!"

Some of them tried to run, but their legs betrayed them, and some of them looked at Dominic with a mixture of hatred and fear, but none of them dared to attack him because the circle above proved that attacking him was the same as offering themselves.

Dominic finally lowered his fist slightly and spoke in the same calm tone he had used earlier, as if he wasn’t standing in the middle of a battlefield that had just eaten its own men.

"Little sacrifices," he said, almost casually, and his eyes turned to Gabriel as if he was making a point in a conversation rather than committing something unforgivable. "You wanted to overturn my camp in one night, so don’t look surprised that I’m willing to pay the price to bury you in one night as well."

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