“Is it finally my turn now?” The usually serious Melia questioned as the Vampire floated above the soldiers, no, more specifically, the soldiers’ dead bodies. Beside him, stood another Dragon in the team. Turning towards her, the Vampire questioned with an amused smile on her face, “Are you really not going to turn into a Dragon? It would be quite useful for a massacre.” She questioned. “And be compared to that monster? Sorry, I don’t.”
Ember was quick to turn down the offer. After breaking through the Divine Stage, Ember’s strength had skyrocketed. After all, the Dragons were known for their strength, it wouldn’t be wrong to say that she is one of the strongest women amongst her sisters. And her strength only increases even further when she transforms into her true form. It may not look like it, but Ember’s true form was a 300-meter huge Black Dragon. She was a monster in her own right and when she first learned about how strong she actually was, she was quite happy about it and decided to use it as her trump card, Today, however…
Her happiness was ruined. “That monster… I didn’t even know that gaining that size at the Divine Stage was even possible. All the Complete Divine Dragons I met were only 200 to 250 meters tall, barely a few were bigger than me, so I thought I was quite strong.” Ember complained as she stared at the giant dragon spreading chaos all over the battlefield. Indeed, comparison was indeed the thief of joy.
“Stop comparing yourself with her, she is a Peak Divine who is about to break through the Primordial Stage.” Melia comforted her sister. “Yes yes, I know. The strongest of us all, blah blah. Tsk.” Ember rolled her eyes as she snorted. Then, she shook her head, “Whatever, she may be strong but she isn’t good at what I am and I will surpass her one day anyway.” The dragon regained her spirit, then, she turned towards the Vampire and, “Do your thing.” She spoke. The Vampire smiled, then, she closed her eyes and suddenly, all the blood on the ground moved as if it was alive. The soldiers who saw it happen with their own eyes were horrified. The blood moved on its own, and what’s worse, it seemed to be going back inside the bodies of the people it once belonged to. “W-What is she trying to do?” One of them questioned, but suddenly, his body trembled in fright as a body, that had been lying dead for hours now, suddenly twitched. “W-What?” [Blood Soldiers, follow the Sovereign of Blood.]
The Law of Blood Sovereignty. With Melia forming her Law of Self, her understanding of her Law strengthened even further. Now, anything that had Blood, theoretically, would follow her will since she was Sovereign of Blood. Of course, the result may wary, and beings with their own wills would usually resist this, but… What about the Dead bodies…? The Dead had no will, so using that to her advantage and using the Blood to recover the body functions… the dead could be revived and be turned into her Blood Soldiers. Of course, it was a complicated process and because of that, the revived soldiers are unable to display even half of their previous strength, not to mention that since their will doesn’t exist anymore, there is no sense of ‘Self’ left in them, so their Law of Self isn’t usable either. Even if they are Divine Stage Soldiers, at best, they are merely Pseudo Divine with limited strength. But this is where Ember came into play. [My Soldiers! Alone we are strong, but together we are invincible. In unity, we conquer.]
The Law of Boundless Unity. Strength in numbers, the more subordinates she has, the more powerful each of her subordinates gets. How many dead bodies aka available subordinates were in here? Even if they excluded a thousand bodies that Vyriana had completely turned to ashes, there were 5000 dead bodies that were as strong as Divine Stage Cultivators and tens of thousands of Saint-level ones. With all those beings now turned into Melia’s subordinates and with Ember’s power at play here, the temporary army the two women had raised was ridiculously strong. There was only one single problem. The Blood Soldiers were dead, they had no Law of Self, therefore, they were completely helpless in front of the Aura of Law of Self and for Ultimate Stage Powerhouses who could release their Aura however they pleased, these soldiers posed no problems. Or… That is how it should have been but…
“W-What are these things!? How were they resurrected!? Why aren’t they listening to us!?” “They are being controlled by that woman! They are not our comrades anymore, they are undeads. Attack them!” “M-My A-Aura isn’t working…” “What!?” “T-These undeads… Aura doesn’t work on them!!! We need to fight them ourselves!” The Blood soldiers had a monstrosity capable of completely cancelling Auras of Law of Self on their side. As someone who cancelled even Azriel Ruinous’s Aura, these Auras were a child play for someone like Nux. Yes, it was a perfect combination where Nux and his women combined their strength and completely annihilated their enemies. Of course, things weren’t done just yet either. These were just two out of thirteen women. Vyriana had already shown her terror, so the ones taking the lead now were Thyra, Lane, and Felberta. Thyra, with her Law of Linked Lethality, was able to kill the very Bloodlines of her enemies. If she killed one enemy of a particular race, using her Law, she weakened all the enemies of the same race present on the battlefield. So in one blow, she was dealing with hundreds and thousands of beings. Lane with her Law of Inseparable Forever, was a perfect vanguard. She killed and killed without the fear of dying, she had gone on complete offence and even if the enemy did manage to get the better of her and hurt her in some manner that would make it difficult for her to keep fighting at full efficiency, the woman simply cuts her head away right in front of her enemy to traumatize him even further before reviving and going back to killing again. Yes, it was straight-up mental torture.
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