SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 406

Chapter 406: Caw!

Damon stepped off Erin’s coils and into the black sand that bled seamlessly into the treeline. Erin slithered after him, her serpent form low to the ground, scales rasping against root and stone.

Behind them, the ocean stirred. Dozens of glowing eyes still hovered on the surf, merwomen and mermen waiting like a silent jury, eager to see if the bloodsucker would live up to his boast.

Damon chuckled under his breath. It looked like he would need to put on a show today. If he was going to do this, he might as well make it a performance worth remembering.

Just like how the holy and divine items he had used for the show helped him gain a little traction with these guys, putting on a show here would help too.

But first, he had to see what this demon was. Nothing in the bloodlands could be underestimated. Otherwise, he would have to pay the price.

He hadn’t gone more than a dozen steps into the treeline before the air split with a sharp caw. A piercing cry echoed through the mist, vibrating with malice. The trees shivered as though they themselves feared the sound.

Damon tilted his head upward, crimson eyes narrowing as a shape cut across the dim sky.

A massive crow, its feathers blacker than midnight, swooped from the canopy. Its wingspan stretched wider than two men lying end to end. Two baleful crimson eyes glowed in its skull-like face, burning with predatory hatred.

[Ding! Crow Demon (Level 120).]

The crow wheeled above them. The mist recoiled from its wings as it circled Damon and Erin with a terrifying speed.

Damon grinned slowly. "So this is the Shorebreaker, huh? I was expecting a demon, not a scavenger bird. Still..."

His crimson aura flared as blood lances appeared all around him. To defeat this thing, simple blood lances were more than enough. He did want to put on a show, but at the same time, he also did not want to reveal too much of his strength. Just a little would do.

Damon’s blood lances, dozens of them, tore through the air like a storm of crimson javelins. To anyone watching from the surf, it must have looked like the heavens themselves were bleeding, raining death upon the massive crow. The merfolk gasped, their voices carrying over the waves, yet the awe turned to shock in the very next moment.

Because the crow was faster.

Its wings snapped open with a whip-crack, and its body blurred into a streak of black against the purple sky. Every single lance missed. The blood projectiles tore through trees, shattered rocks, and burst against the sand, but not one so much as grazed its midnight feathers.

With a bone-rattling screech, the Shorebreaker retaliated, its talons slashing the air. Wind blades, sharp enough to shear through steel, screamed toward Damon in a deadly crosshatch.

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