#240
Republic of Zephia (3)
The first thing King Heinz II did was analyze the barrier that covered the mansion.
"Insight," combined with his transcendent sense, uncovered the structure of the barrier, and based on this, "Mystery of Blood" began to produce diagnostic results one by one.
'Is it a complex magic system built around blood magic? 'It's quite complicated.'
"The Mystery of Blood" was created by adding various knowledge possessed by vampires from other dimensions to Outerica's "Blood Magic."
It had all kinds of possibilities and was an ability that had an overwhelming advantage when it came to techniques that were activated through 'blood'.
Additionally, the complex technique was not particularly special to him.
Even if you collect various things and twist them in a complicated way, will they be the same as the techniques that weave together the mysteries of the dimensions experienced on Earth?
'It seems like I put a lot of effort into it, but…'
It was meaningless to him.
Looking beyond Heinz's gaze, which was quietly staring at the barrier for analysis, Hans, who was concentrating on research in the immortal castle, stopped what he was doing for a moment and joined in.
Accordingly, skills including "Way of Magic" began to instantly dismantle the diagnosis identified by "Mystery of Blood" piece by piece—.
'Application of overlap of phases and even inversion. I have to admit that stability is more important than anything else. In order to destroy this…'
He was soon able to obtain the identity of the barrier and the method of destroying it.
'The rule is to target the core deep inside, but there are other methods as well.'
Simultaneously destroying the same internal and external points that are opposed to each other in the barrier.
Not only was communication with the outside blocked inside, but it was impossible to determine the exact hit point just by looking from one side, so it was only possible in theory.
Such minor problems were no limitation to him.
"It seems like it will use up a lot of energy… but I harvested quite a bit on the way, so it won't matter."
Heinz, still looking calm, slightly shook his head.
And immediately after that, a few strands of blood spurted out on his palm, which was raised to chest level and turned upward.
Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrut0000000000000000000000000000
??? is is is?
The essence of that power, made from the pure blood of the "Purified Blood Essence," was controlled by the "Mystery of Blood" and slowly compressed into a single point, bearing the miracle he desired, and became a blood-red bead the size of a fist.
It was a medium filled with the power of blood magic that had previously been sent to Hesperon, who was fighting raiders.
'I just need to make two more. The destructive power itself may be a little lacking, but since this is just a signal anyway, this alone will be enough.'
After making a total of three beads, the real work began.
Right now, I called Hugo, the only avatar who was free, to give him the marble and push it into that barrier.
To find a hitting point that connects with the inside through an avatar that shares the senses.
"Whoa."
Hugo is now fully in charge of Earth's chores and is gradually becoming a master of household chores based on his individual skill "Versatility."
He took the beads full of Heinz's energy, confidently entered the barrier, and used one of them toward a certain point inside.
Rumbling—
just as I thought.
The powerful blood magic was activated, and for a moment it seemed like a strong vibration shook the inside of the barrier, but it did not last for a few seconds and was quickly suppressed and disappeared.
Even during this time, not even the slightest sign was detected outside.
"…found."
However, just one attempt was enough for Heinz, who was concentrating as hard as he could to observe the flow of cause and effect throughout the entire mansion, to get the exact zero point.
Gooooo—
A right hand that slowly extends forward, aiming for the target.
A large amount of blood was drawn out from his fingertips, and the enormous blood magic that rushed in in an instant mixed with it and began to gather in an instant.
'There's no need to wait. 'I'll go right away.'
A blood-red sphere the size of a basketball clumped in front of his right hand wriggled as if it was about to explode, showing off its presence.
And it started with the second blood magic exploding from inside the barrier.
Kwaarrung—kwaang—!
It emitted a dark red beam of light that resembled a dragon's breath and hit the exact spot at the right time.
Kugoogung!
Unlike the surrounding area, which was ruined simply by the aftermath, the mansion did not change much even though it was directly hit by the attack.
However, through "Insight," Heinz was able to vividly feel the distortion of the barrier that was hit and the cracks that occurred as a result.
"It's sturdy as expected."
This happened because, unlike the outer part of the barrier, which was clearly blown away, the power of the bead that was supposed to destroy the inside was insufficient.
I didn't even think I could finish it in one shot anyway.
'It's not a direct attack, so there's nothing we can do. The sea I was expecting.'
Unlike the first attack, which was immediately restored upon impact, there was significant damage and the barrier was not immediately regenerating.
From the beginning, I was only aiming for this moment.
Gooooo—
From Heinz's left hand, which was already prepared, a darker light than the destruction ray that had been emitted from his right hand cut through the air and extended toward the same point.
And it carries the power of cause and effect and hits directly on vulnerabilities that have not yet been recovered.
Kwaaaaang——!
At that timing, it once again responded to the 'blood magic' that exploded from within, simultaneously distorting the barrier inside and outside the hit point.
The barrier could not overcome the shock and finally collapsed.
Then, an enormous explosion sound, incomparable to anything heard before, shook all around.
'It turned out just as I thought.'
Although it took a lot of energy to manipulate a bit of cause and effect to derive the process, I felt very satisfied when I saw the result.
It was a bonus that in the aftermath of the attack, a large hole was blown across the mansion, starting from the front door where Heinz was.
'The author is…'
Heinz, who sent Hugo back at the same time the barrier was destroyed, found an old man sitting at the end of the passage with a sad expression, and his eyes lit up.
It felt instinctive.
The author is Obaipo himself, the founder of the Obaipo clan and one of the first holy bloods.
Heinz, satisfied with this refreshing yet passionate encounter, slowly walked forward and opened his mouth.
"Okay, I finally get to see your face."
At his next word, the other person's head slowly turned in this direction.
His face, which seemed to be embarrassed, had already returned to an expression pretending to be calm, but the corners of his mouth were constantly twitching, as if he had not yet completely gathered his thoughts.
"I apologize for my knocking being too aggressive. "The landlord must have been deaf and didn't even think about coming out."
The corner of his mouth began to twitch even more at those words.
The provocation seemed to have worked very well.
Heinz II smiled coldly as he looked at the blood magic that began to burn and expand around Obaipo.
He was so confident and shameless, as if he was telling him to take it out right away if he had anything hidden.
***
The twelve blood vessels of beginning.
A long time ago—when the Holy Blood, including Obaipo and Eupersh Brokoslak, were first born on this earth.
There were only twelve vampires in the world.
As time passed and vampires spread more and more throughout the world, clans named after each holy blood also began to establish a somewhat organized system.
Suddenly, they became a species existing on the continent and naturally blended into the world.
'I don't have any memories of that time left now.'
Obaipo was also one of the first sacred blood vessels.
Estimated age is about 10,000 years or more.
However, unlike dragons, which were born with a combination of mental power as strong as their lifespan and intelligence without forgetting, the mental power of vampires was not as powerful.
Of course, they were also beings who had reached transcendence, far beyond the level of ordinary mortals, but even that had its limits in the face of the endless flow of time.
On average, the period during which the Holy Blood maintained its integrity was about 2,000 years.
From around that time, those who had begun to stray little by little, their numbers began to decrease one by one as time passed.
Some people went crazy and slaughtered without even thinking about what happened next, and were subjugated.
Someone killed a young dragon and was torn to death by an angry dragon while lusting for its blood.
Another person was chased and killed by the cult because he could not cut off his tail properly.
Some people even committed suicide after being tormented by eternal life.
It was not surprising that the number of Precious Bloods, originally twelve, had now decreased to this extent.
'To protect myself, I chose to erase everything, leaving only a thousand years' worth of memories. Brokoslak took the method of reducing his activity by going into periodic hibernation like dragons, and Eupersch tried to overcome it by splitting his powers and memories and putting them into another body.'
Because of this, the information from the previous era that Obypo now possesses is closer to content 'learned later' based on various facts rather than 'directly experienced' memories.
Forgetting vivid experiences and replacing them with a few dry lines of information added later.
That's how he survived until now.
However, as the activities of the Holy Bloods that absolutely dominated the vampire society decreased and their influence weakened, the clans also began to differentiate and die out over time, rising and falling one by one.
In particular, the speed with which the clan lost its blood was so gruesome that it was difficult to watch with open eyes.
It was at that time that an ambition began to sprout in the heart of Obaipo, who had watched the rise and fall of the race from the beginning.
…No, it was probably then.
〈It's truly pitiful and pathetic. Is there any way to unite those foolish children? …Yes, this body has no choice but to step forward. I will personally become a great king and guide those children.〉 Since I
was always erasing all but the memories of the past thousand years, I was not sure when I had had such a desire, but it was clear that it had been well over a thousand years.
That's because even his oldest memories were filled with the process of achieving that goal.
And for a very long time.
He moved with the sole goal of life being to retrieve the essence left behind by other holy bloods.
It was not that difficult to steal what was stored by those who had been reduced to minor clans or what had entered the warehouse of a certain noble.
The problem was that they were located in places that were not easy to rob…
'During the process, the great war with the Immortal King was of great help. Thanks to this, we were able to recover what had fallen into the hands of the dragon and the church.'
The Immortal King's movement, which occurred at a moment when he was just waiting for an opportunity, was a great help to his actions.
In addition, with the help of the Revolutionary Oath and the revolutionaries, even the essences that he could not find even after a long search, finally, the essences of all the Holy Blood except Brokoslag and Eupersch came into his hands!
It was finally time for the dream I had dreamed of for so many years to come true.
With that in mind, he proudly welcomed Heinz II.
I never even thought that I would be defeated.
I am just filled with thoughts of retrieving the essence of Eupersch from a guy named Heinz and the essence of Brokoslag from the Kingdom of Thalia.
'Why… why…?'
That may be why the current situation feels even more embarrassing.
I was caught up in a situation I couldn't even imagine.
Quaaaang! Crying—
"Geez!"
A mansion that has already collapsed beyond recognition of its original form, leaving only rubble behind.
It was the throne where Obaipo had been proudly awaiting a challenger just moments before.
This is not a hospital bed where you will be lying in a mess like now.
Pussyuk—
With stone dust all over his body, he slowly rose from the remains of the mansion.
Pajijit—! Pajik—!
Sparks that fly without stopping.
The battle within my thoughts had already continued dozens or hundreds of times.
But what he didn't expect was…
'It's fast…!' Not only his abilities, but also the speed of thought that supports them…!'
Contrary to his first confident appearance, the opponent's abilities far exceeded his expectations.
Moreover, for some reason, the biggest reason why he was so confident, his authority as a person who approached the 'source' of blood, did not apply to him at all.
In the first place, I didn't expect complete control since it was blood from a different blood vessel, but I still managed to obtain ten out of the twelve blood vessels!
No matter how much I thought about it, it was strange to not be affected at all.
'why? In the first place, the blood vessel was a twelve-branched stem branching from a single source. It is impossible to not be affected by anything as it is now.'
Isn't this a reaction as if it were a separate bloodline that has nothing to do with the origin?
Of course that wouldn't be possible.
'Did he do something? Or maybe my research was wrong? No, that can't be possible. So what is the situation now?'
His mind began to spin and his thoughts began to waver.
Since there is a limit to the power that a single being can contain, no matter how much essence he has, it does not make him that much stronger.
Is the power that the current Obipo can accommodate at most 1.3 times the limit?
In the current situation where we are consistently falling behind, it could not be said to be a particularly meaningful number.
'…I wasn't planning on using this. I wonder if the revolutionary was also expecting this.'
Until now, I thought that the control ability as a source was sufficient and did not even think about anything else.
I felt like I was being played by a revolutionary, but I couldn't just sit there and suffer like this.
I'm going to go to the middle of the day! Pajik—!
And starting from that time.
Heinz's expression, which had been leisurely approaching, became stiff.