Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 465 465: SOVEREIGNS' BATTLE X

Dracula on the other hand was occupied with the task of fighting against several Sovereigns at the same time.

"God speed," Zeus muttered under his breath, activating one of his ultimate skills.

The transformation was instantaneous and awe-inspiring.

His body blurred at the edges, lightning coiling tighter around him in brilliant blue-white arcs that crackled with raw, divine power.

With God Speed, his velocity increased exponentially, so much that every movement created illusions and afterimages, ghostly echoes of his form lingering in the air like fading storm clouds.

The battlefield seemed to slow around him, time itself bending to his will as he became a streak of electric fury, the air humming with ozone and the faint scent of burned reality.

Zeus, the first to begin the second bout of the battle, attacked Dracula with ruthless precision.

His unreal speed caught even the ancient vampire by surprise.

One moment Zeus stood at a distance; the next he was inches away, fist rocketing forward in a blur that left sonic booms in its wake.

Dracula's eyes glowed crimson, his focus sharpening to an all-time high.

Veins of red light pulsed across his irises, the world slowing in his perception as centuries of battle instinct kicked in.

Turning to the left, he blocked the attack of Zeus, mainly out of pure, honed instinct.

His arm snapped up like a striking cobra, palm meeting fist in a clash that sent shockwaves rippling outward, cracking the already-fractured ground.

Counterattacking without hesitation, Dracula created blood bullets, dozens of them materializing from thin air in a spray of crimson mist.

He controlled them toward Zeus with a flick of will, the projectiles streaking like living comets, each one humming with vampiric hunger.

But the attack hit nothing but Zeus's afterimage.

The god of lightning had already evaded, vanishing in a flash of blue light and reappearing behind Dracula in the blink of an eye.

The air displaced with a sharp crack, leaving the scent of scorched ozone hanging heavy.

Dracula turned once more, his rapier materializing in a swirl of blood essence.

He deflected the attack of Zeus with elegant precision, blade meeting lightning-clad fist in a shower of sparks and red droplets.

But surprisingly, the god of lightning allowed Dracula to block his attack.

With his hand, he held Dracula's wrists tightly, fingers clamping down like iron vices forged in thunder.

The grip was unyielding, divine strength crushing bone and sinew with effortless cruelty.

Making use of his speed, he pushed Dracula backward, propelling the vampire across the battlefield like a ragdoll caught in a hurricane.

Dracula tried to wrestle himself free, creating strings of blood thinner than the finest thread.

They whipped outward from his skin, razor-sharp and invisible to the naked eye, aimed to sever Zeus's limbs in a flash of crimson.

Before the threads could connect, Zeus let go of Dracula's hand, speeding away once more in a streak of electric blue.

But the goal of Zeus was accomplished.

Dracula's back now faced Lucifer.

The fallen angel raised his hands up, darkness element blazing around his sword in thick, swirling tendrils of void-black energy that drank in the light around it.

With a downward swing, the darkness energy was released from the sword, moving toward Dracula in a massive pillar of pure oblivion.

The pillar of darkness devoured everything in its sight, like a hungry black hole.

Not like, it was basically a hungry black hole as it traveled toward Dracula, warping space and pulling in debris, light, even air with insatiable greed.

The proximity of the attack was too close for Dracula to try and evade.

He felt the cold pull of the void on his skin, hairs standing on end as reality itself seemed to unravel behind him.

Left with no choice, Dracula created a large net of blood, crimson threads weaving together in a massive web that expanded rapidly, glowing with vampiric power.

The pillar connected with the blood, swallowing up the net like a hungry glutton.

The darkness consumed the threads greedily, pulling more and more from Dracula's essence.

That placed immense pressure on Dracula, as he had to increase his mana output exponentially to provide more blood for the hungry pillar of black hole.

His veins burned with the effort, crimson energy surging through him in waves.

But of course, it wasn't a one-on-one battle.

Seraphim, holding Purifier, swung his sword with righteous fury.

The blade hummed with holy light, edges blazing white-hot.

He released a pillar of light that disintegrated everything in its path, pure, searing divinity that burned away shadow and flesh alike.

The pillar of light shattered space itself, causing more damage to the already-damaged universe.

Cracks spread outward like spiderwebs, leaking void energy that hissed and popped.

The pillar of light landed at the back of the occupied Dracula with devastating precision.

Boom!

A space-shattering shockwave was released as the pillar of light collided with Dracula's back.

The impact was apocalyptic, reality folding in on itself, the air exploding outward in a hurricane of force and radiance.

The pillar caused a grave wound on Dracula's back, flesh searing away in layers, exposing bone and muscle that smoked with holy fire.

That wasn't the only effect caused by the pillar of light.

It also disoriented Dracula, causing him to lose control of his blood supply for a critical instant.

His focus shattered, mana flow stuttering.

The black hole devoured the blood and Dracula as well, pulling him into its maw with relentless hunger.

Zeus zapped, appearing right beside Lucifer as they watched the pillar of black hole implode on itself.

The void collapsed inward with a tortured scream, space folding like crushed paper.

"Stay on your toes," Zeus muttered to Lucifer.

"I doubt that's enough to get rid of that bastard for good."

And his money was on the bag.

The aftermath of the implosion disappeared, smoke clearing, void dissipating, revealing an unharmed Dracula standing exactly where he had been.

"Tch," Lucifer clicked his tongue in distaste, the sound sharp with frustration.

The wound from the attack of Seraphim at his back was also healed completely, flesh knitting back together in seconds, not even a scar remaining.

Dracula stood still, his composure at the max. Crimson eyes calm, body perfectly poised.

His outfit, different from the usual pitch dark.

It was of dark maroon color, rich, blood-red fabric that seemed to shift like living liquid under the fractured light.