SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 612

Chapter 612: What’s in the egg?

Damon unleashed wave after wave of attack, and naturally, these were not that effective. The shadow monsters kept piling up. Damon then stopped and smirked. "Right, I almost forgot. You guys don’t really take that much damage from normal attacks, huh?"

Just as the first horde of abyssal shadow monsters reached him, Damon raised his palm and calmly activated the skill that he hadn’t used in a while.

"Wyrm’s Breath!"

A faint red glow swirled around his fingertips. Then reddish-yellow lightning crackled between his knuckles. Then a serpentine hiss echoed through the domain. The next moment, a beam of draconic energy exploded out of Damon’s hand.

The entire domain shuddered.

A spiraling torrent of red death roared forward, vaporizing the first line of abyssal beasts instantly. Their bodies didn’t even have time to scream. They simply disintegrated into nothingness.

The blast carved a trench through the domain, forcing the darkness itself to ripple as if someone had punched a hole through the sky.

Damon grinned. He had used Wyrm’s Breath earlier, but he wasn’t able to bring out its full potential until now. Unlocking the meridians and removing more restrictions from his mana core seemed to have done the trick.

However, Damon’s grin faded the next second. This was because these abyssal shadow monsters seemed to lack any sort of blood essence completely. The guy had apparently invited him to a feast and left out the best part.

Damon would have complained except he noticed something interesting. Though he was not able to eat anything, it looked like someone else was finally awake and was eating to their heart’s content.

The little egg on his chest vibrated like crazy as it started absorbing all of the abyssal essence around them, especially from the dying beasts. At least someone was having the time of their life.

"Alright, let’s go." Damon continued unleashing havoc on the horde of the abyssal shadow creatures. While they seemed endless at first, in front of his wyrm’s breath, the numbers quickly dwindled down.

Damon kept blasting through the tide, each pulse of Wyrm’s Breath carving another canyon of annihilation through the First’s domain. The roaring beam shredded beast after beast, turning them into drifting ash-light before the darkness swallowed even that.

The pressure dropped with every kill. The abyssal growls grew weaker. But Damon barely paid attention to the collapsing monster ranks. His eyes flicked downward.

The egg. The little rebellious lump lodged against his chest, usually quiet, usually dormant, was now trembling like a starving creature at a banquet. Thin streams of abyssal essence, like inky smoke, spiraled into it with frightening greed.

Every time a shadow beast died, the egg pulsed brighter.

"...you glutton," Damon muttered.

The absorption had already turned ravenous. It was practically tearing the essence out of the monsters before Wyrm’s Breath even finished burning them.

So Damon simply shrugged, gripped the domain with his killing intent, and unleashed another blast. The horde broke again. And again. And again.

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