SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267: Two down, three left

The group came to a halt before a spiraling staircase made of stone descended to the next floor. "Let’s go." Damon nodded, and everyone took the stairs. The group made their way to the next part of the dungeon.

The second floor was surprisingly empty, with nothing coming running at them. Kaelthorn took a step forward to explore further when suddenly Ellora pulled him back with a whip made of blood magic.

The next second, an arrow whooshed past the space where Kaelthorn was standing. If Ellora had been even a second slower, the arrow would have definitely hit him.

Ellora’s whip retracted into her hand, still shimmering with bloodlight. "You’re welcome," she said dryly, her crimson eyes scanning the shadowy edges of the corridor ahead. "If I am not wrong, then the entire place is filled with traps."

Kaelthorn blinked, looking at the spot where the arrow had just sliced through the air. "Huh," he muttered. "That would’ve pissed me off."

"It would have done more than that." Damon pointed to the arrow where some sort of poisonous liquid was oozing from the tip.

Kaelthorn’s eyes narrowed as he crouched beside the arrow and gave it a cautious sniff. "Yeah... that’s not just poison. Paralyzing poison. Would have made me just like that idiot."

The alchemist wandered up behind them, humming. "Hmm. Mildly necrotic. Faint hints of basil. Oh! That’s my recipe!"

Damon ignored the old fool and stepped forward, scanning the hall with narrowed eyes. "Paralyzing poison again? Hmmm." He looked around, wondering what was going on.

Normally, dungeons would have more lethal poisons. He thought about it for a moment and then looked ahead. "We need to assume every step is a trigger. Let’s be careful. There might be more lethal poison traps ahead."

Ellora gave a small nod, fingers already weaving subtle runes into the air around her. Blood magic flowed smoothly from her fingertips. "I can take care of this." The next second, a small bat fluttered in the air in front of them, one that was completely made of blood.

"Go, baby, make your mama and daddy proud." Ellora blew it a kiss, but not before winking at Damon seductively.

Damon arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. "That thing better be more useful than your flirting."

The blood bat chirped indignantly as if personally offended and took off down the corridor in a flutter of red mist. It flitted just above the ground, triggering trap after trap. Bolts, blades, darts, and even a brief gout of fire, all sprung in vain, chasing the nimble creation.

Ellora quickly followed it up with power-packed blood balls, completely demolishing all the trap mechanisms.

Kaelthorn let out a low whistle. "Okay. I take back half the things I said about witches."

Ellora smirked, not even looking his way. "You should take back more. My bloodlings have feelings, you know."

Riven, finally awake and now trailing behind like a disgraced intern, watched the traps erupt ahead with a pale face. "Are we sure this dungeon wasn’t designed by someone with a deep hatred for adventurers? Why can’t it be simple fighting?"

Ellora shot him a glare. "As if you are any good at simple fighting."

"Hey, it’s easy for a C-ranker like you to talk." Riven sulked, kicking a stone on the dungeon floor, which coincidentally triggered yet another mechanism. "Sorry. Sorry. I will just keep my mouth shut." He nervously backed away.

Ellora took the lead on the floor as she soon destroyed every single trap. The corridor grew quieter as the final trap mechanisms lay in ruins, gears still twitching in their final moments.

Damon followed behind Ellora, eyes scanning the scorched walls and scattered rubble. The traps were nasty, yes—but the ease with which Ellora tore through them was even more telling. She wasn’t just powerful—she was efficient.

"Good work," Damon praised her.

She didn’t reply, but her lips curled into a smug smile as she walked ahead, crimson light still flickering around her fingertips.

Kaelthorn stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles. "Now that the hallway of death is behind us, can we please fight something? My axe is starting to feel unused and sad."

At the end of the corridor, the path split in two—one side veiled in a thick green fog, the other pulsing with faint mana runes etched into the walls.

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