Chapter 371: A Fight Among the Gods II
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The Abyss class artifact was still near him, covered by the last thin layer of his blood. He tried to destroy it. He moved his blood toward the artifact, trying to crush it before Nunet could take it. But he was too late by the smallest moment, a moment so small that even most gods could not measure it.
Nunet charged at him.
Her dark water turned into a blade, and before Lucard could finish destroying the artifact, she cut off the arm that was holding it. His arm flew away, and the artifact was pulled into Nunet’s dark water. The pain was terrible, but Lucard did not make a sound. His face only became colder.
Nunet looked at him and said, "You should have surrendered."
Lucard looked back at her with blood running down his chin. "You should have killed me faster."
He had only one option left now. There was one skill he had never used before, because he hated it. It was called Blood Reincarnation. If he activated it, he could be reborn in one universe below Null. It would mean falling from godhood into a lower world. It would mean starting again. It would mean becoming weak. For someone like Lucard, it was almost worse than death.
But death without revenge was even worse.
He thought about activating the skill.
Blood Reincarnation.
At that moment, Nunet seemed to sense something. She did not give him even one full second. A dark water blade appeared in her hand, and she swung it at his neck.
Lucard’s head flew into the air.
It rolled in a full circle while flying. For a strange moment, he could see everything. He could see his own body still standing in the same place. He could see blood spraying from his neck and spreading across the land of Null. He could see Nunet holding the Abyss class artifact. He could see the broken battlefield where eight gods had died. Although his head had been cut off, he could still survive if his blood regeneration activated. It would take only one second.
But one second was enough for betrayal.
Lucard’s blood was flying everywhere. It went across the battlefield, across the broken land, across the cracks in Null, and toward many places. His blood held power. Even without his full divinity, the blood of the Blood God was not ordinary. It carried strength, memory, hunger, and authority.
At that moment, his subordinates came.
The blood race.
There were many blood races under him. They were his creations. They were not gods born from nothing or ancient beings born from chaos. Lucard had created them from his own blood. He had given them power, bodies, hunger, and the ability to grow stronger by absorbing blood. They were supposed to be his race. They were supposed to be loyal to him.
But among all the blood races he had created, only the strongest came now.
And they did not come to help him.
They came because they saw a chance.
They saw the Blood God weakened, headless, and empty of chaos energy. They saw the most powerful blood in existence spilling across the ground. They saw a chance to grow stronger by eating the body of their creator.
Then they moved.
One blood race god landed on Lucard’s standing body and tore open his chest. Another bit into his severed arm. Another started drinking the blood that was spraying from his neck. More of them arrived, fighting each other to get closer. They started tearing and eating the Blood God’s body while it was still standing.
Lucard saw everything as his head flew through the air.
His own creations were eating him.
That made him angry in a way even Nunet’s attack had not. Lucard was ruthless. He was cruel. He was not a kind god. He had killed, devoured, ruled, and destroyed for countless years. But he had never imagined that his own creation would eat him the moment he fell.
One of the blood race member laughed while drinking his blood. Another shouted that the Father’s blood was too powerful to waste. A third one cried while eating, as if tears could make betrayal holy. Lucard almost wanted to laugh at that. Even at the end, greedy fools always found a way to act pitiful while doing something disgusting.
His anger burned inside his fading mind. He wanted to kill them. He wanted to tear every one of them apart. He wanted their blood to remember who created it.
But his strength was gone. His vision was turning dark. His head was falling, his body was being eaten, and Blood Reincarnation had already started pulling his soul away from Null.
That was the last memory he remembered. His creations tearing his body apart.
Nunet holding the Abyss class artifact.
His own blood scattering everywhere.
Then his mind and eyes went black. Everything disappeared. When Lucard opened his awareness again, he was in a place where; there was nothing but darkness.
The vision ended...
Then the darkness broke. Not all at once. First came weight. Then breath. Then pain.
Sekhmet’s eyes snapped open in the dim half light of his room, and for one disorienting second he did not know where he was. His body was still in Dawn House. His arm was still around Lily. The first gray of morning was just beginning to gather beyond the shutters. But his blood had not fully returned from where it had gone.
Lucard’s last memory still clung to him. The severed head. The blood race tearing into their creator.
Nunet holding the Abyss class artifact.
The endless black after death.
Sekhmet drew one slow breath, then another, forcing the room back into shape around him. The sheets. The fading warmth of the night. Lily asleep against him. The quiet house beyond the walls. All of it was real. All of it belonged to the present.
But the memory had been real too. It was not a dream. It was not his imagination.
It was a blood memory. And not his own.
He understood that much clearly now.