Read Novel Full Chapter 205: No mercy
Chapter 205: No mercy
One awakener could generate force fields, creating barriers that bullets couldn’t penetrate.
A blood hound simply flowed through the barrier like water through a screen, its essence-based form unaffected by energy constructs designed to stop physical projectiles.
The awakener died screaming as the hound’s jaws closed on his head.
Another awakener had super-strength, his muscles enhanced to lift cars and punch through concrete. He grabbed one of the hounds and tried to tear it apart, his enhanced grip compressing the blood essence form.
The hound simply dispersed into mist, flowed around his grip, and reformed inside his chest cavity. His enhanced strength did nothing against a threat that had no solid form to fight.
A third awakener could teleport short distances, blinking around the battlefield with frustrating unpredictability.
Gorva tracked him through Jorghan’s blood-flow detection ability, seeing the awakener’s circulatory system regardless of where he teleported, attacking his landing point before he could fully materialize. The awakener’s body hit the ground in pieces, bisected by jaws that had been waiting in the space he’d thought was safe.
Jorghan himself engaged a cluster of fifteen soldiers who’d fortified a security checkpoint with sandbags and automated turrets. They poured fire at him with everything they had—bullets, essence-enhanced explosive rounds, and even what appeared to be some kind of energy weapons stolen from Imperial contacts.
His Sanguine Sovereignty manifested as a sphere around him, a zone where his will was absolute law. Every projectile that entered the sphere slowed to a stop, hanging in midair for a fraction of a second before Jorghan’s blood essence absorbed them and converted their energy into fuel.
He manifested blood essence as multiple whips, each one thirty feet long, each one capable of cutting through steel. The whips lashed out in all directions simultaneously, tearing through sandbags, destroying turrets, and finding the soldiers hiding behind their fortifications.
Bodies fell. Blood splashed across the checkpoint. The fortified position was overrun in less than ten seconds.
[MANA DEVOURING: CONTINUED ABSORPTION]
[Targets eliminated: 58 soldiers, 12 awakened combatants
Mana extracted: 3,847 units
Blood essence absorbed: 4,120 units
Warning: Reserves approaching maximum safe capacity
Recommend: Deploy excess energy in a large-scale attack or risk essence overflow.
Current reserves: 8,031 mana units / 7,454 blood essence units
Pack sustenance: 1,240 units distributed
Net gain: 2,607 mana units]
The power filled Jorghan like a tide, so much absorbed life force that his body almost couldn’t contain it. His tattoos blazed brighter, blood essence leaking from his skin in visible wisps, his eyes burning with intensity that made them painful to look at directly.
He needed to spend this power before it overwhelmed his control.
The main barracks building housed the majority of the estate’s remaining military forces. Two hundred soldiers and thirty awakened combatants, all preparing for a coordinated assault now that they understood the magnitude of the threat.
Jorghan looked at the building—three stories of reinforced concrete and steel, designed to survive everything from riots to orbital bombardment.
He raised his hands and channeled the excess power.
[CARNAGE REQUIEM: FORM ONE ACTIVATED]
[Blood Essence Expenditure: 4,000 units
Area of Effect: 300-foot radius
Duration: 30 seconds
Effect: All blood within range becomes hostile to host bodies.]
Crimson energy exploded outward from Jorghan in a wave that washed over the barracks building like a tsunami. It passed through walls as if they didn’t exist, permeated every room, and touched every living being inside.
And their blood turned against them.
Two hundred soldiers felt their circulatory systems rebel. Blood pressure spiked to fatal levels. Vessels burst throughout their bodies. Hearts stopped or began beating irregularly. Brains were starved of oxygen as blood flow was forcibly redirected away from critical tissues.
They died by the dozens, collapsing where they stood, clutching their chests or throats, trying to understand what was killing them from inside. Some tried to use healing abilities and tried to counter the attack with their own essence manipulation, but Carnage Requiem was a bloodline ability from the Sol’vur ancestors.
It couldn’t be countered by anything less than equivalent bloodline power.
The awakened combatants lasted longer—their enhanced bodies more resistant, their essence control allowing them to fight the hostile takeover of their own blood. But resistance only prolonged the inevitable.
One by one, they fell, their superior abilities ultimately meaningless against an attack that came from within their own bodies.
Thirty seconds later, the building was silent.
Two hundred and thirty corpses lay scattered through the structure, killed without a single wall being damaged, without a single shot being fired in their defense.
Jorghan’s bloodhounds moved through the building methodically, absorbing residual essence from the fallen, feeding on the death that permeated every room.
[MANA DEVOURING: MASS ABSORPTION]
[Targets eliminated: 200 soldiers, 30 awakened combatants
Mana extracted: 8,947 units
Blood essence absorbed: 12,340 units
Warning: Absorption rate exceeding processing capacity
Overflow energy being converted to permanent bloodline enhancement]
[Bloodline Progression: 92% → 93.5%
New ancestral memory unlocked: The Night of Red Rain
Carnage Requiem efficiency increased by 12%
Current reserves: 12,978 mana units / 11,794 blood essence units
Peak capacity reached. No further absorption is recommended until reserves are deployed.]
The estate’s military forces were broken. Three hundred soldiers dead in less than an hour. Every organized resistance shattered. Those who remained were scattered, terrified, hiding in buildings, or fleeing through emergency exits.
Jorghan dismissed his bloodhounds with a thought. They’d served their purpose, and maintaining their forms when they weren’t actively hunting was wasteful.
Gorva was last to disperse, his massive head pressing against Jorghan’s hand one final time.
Then he was gone, fading back into the crimson mist that was absorbed into Jorghan’s reserves.
The main residence stood at the estate’s center, a massive structure that blended classical architecture with modern defensive engineering. It was built to impress and intimidate, to demonstrate the Moorne Corporation’s wealth and power.
Now it was a tomb waiting to be filled.
Jorghan walked toward the entrance, his eight-foot-four Primordial Form making him an imposing figure in the emergency lighting. His pale red skin was unmarked despite the battle, his black-green tattoos still glowing faintly, and his molten eyes fixed on the building ahead.
The front entrance was sealed, heavy doors reinforced with essence-enhanced materials designed to withstand siege. Security systems tracked his approach, automated defenses powering up for final assault.
Jorghan placed his hand on the doors.
Blood essence flowed through his palm, invaded the structure, and found every weakness in its construction. He compressed, twisted, and exerted his will against physics.
The doors exploded inward, tearing off their hinges, crashing into the grand entrance hall beyond with thunderous impact.
Jorghan stepped inside.
The entrance hall was enormous—a space designed to host hundreds for corporate events and diplomatic receptions. Marble floors reflected light from multiple chandeliers. Sweeping staircases led to upper floors. Artwork worth millions decorated the walls.
And in the center of the hall, assembled in hasty defensive formation, stood everyone who remained.
Corporate executives in expensive suits, looking terrified despite their attempted composure. Security forces who’d been inside the residence when the attack began, their weapons raised but their hands shaking. Staff members caught between fleeing and staying, frozen by indecision.
And on the raised platform at the hall’s far end, standing in front of a defensive line of the estate’s remaining awakened protectors, were the people Jorghan had actually come for.
The Faerasa clan elves.
Three of them, all tall with tanned skin and pointed ears, all wearing formal clothing that marked them as diplomatic representatives. They stared at Jorghan with expressions mixing shock and dawning horror.
The Imperial humans.
Five representatives from Jorghan’s home world, citizens of the Empire that had been harvesting elves for experimentation. Their clothes marked them as official diplomats; their bearing suggested military backgrounds despite current civilian roles.
And Luke.
His half-brother stood near the front, his face pale with terror that he couldn’t hide despite trying. Beside him stood a middle-aged human man in expensive clothing, Jamie Moorne, Grace’s husband and Luke’s father.
They’d all been assembled in the Great Hall for an emergency council meeting when the attack began. They’d been planning defensive strategies, calling for reinforcements, and trying to understand what was happening.
Now they understood perfectly.
Jorghan Sol’vur had come to the Moorne Estate.
And he’d come alone because he didn’t need an army.
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
The assembled crowd simply stared at the massive elven figure who’d just walked through their defenses like they didn’t exist, who’d slaughtered three hundred trained soldiers without visible injury, and who radiated power that made even the awakened protectors hesitate despite their numerical advantage.
One of the Faerasa elves found his voice first.
"That’s... that’s impossible. You’re from Vael’thorian. How did you reach Earth? How did you even know—"
"I crossed the void," Jorghan interrupted, his deeper voice carrying easily through the vast hall.
"I traveled through space itself using bloodline abilities your minor clan could never comprehend. I came because your Moorne Corporation allies attacked my settlement, murdered my cousin, and took someone under my protection."