The dragon's harem

Using his vampiric magic, Alcott controlled his blood and extended it out of the tip of his sword, expanding its reach. His muscles contracted, supported by his lycanthropic skeletal structure and guided by his years of experience.

“Blood Massacre.”

[Action surge] and [Adrenalin rush]. Those are the two basic skills a fighter gets and the ones Alcott honed the most. Activating them in sync allowed him to quadruple his attack speed, and coupled with his recovery, he could go even faster.

With all the powers in his body, Alcott achieved an unhuman two hundred and fifty-six attacks a second, quadrupling that got him to one thousand and twenty-four attacks.

Yet, that wasn’t all he had. Forcing the skills to remain active by risking damage to his body, he could extend their duration to just over six minutes. Adding the blood to the mix, extending his range to around twenty meters, he turned into a ball of carnage.

Blood Massacre wasn’t a skill, but just the name he gave to a combo he created.

On top of everything, he wasn’t chained to one location, thus allowing him to move. Alcott’s explosive speed showed up as he lunged across the demons with a blinding speed, dicing them like a human blender.

Gatora gasped. In four minutes, all of his thousands of demons were turned into bloody mush, and the dragon slayer lunged at the general with a bloodied sword.

“A demon corpse appears when I kill you. That was wrong. A demon spawns when you’re injured. I bet you cut yourself thousands of times before facing me. So what would happen if I killed them all at once? You don’t have time to spawn more.” His eyes had a faint golden glow to them.

BAM! Gatora jumped back, extending his hands forward with a growl, “This isn’t over!”

Alcott could still keep going for two minutes. The blood massacre is nowhere near its end.

Countless slashes rained down on the demon general. With each wound, Gatora spawned a shadow demon, but they instantly got torn apart in Alcott’s storm, never giving them the chance to see the darkness of the abyss.

Some worms are known to regenerate into two worms after being cut in half, a magnificent feat of life, but that all doesn’t matter when thrown into a blender.

Alcott’s sword started heating up from the friction against the demons’ tough skin. And It turned bright red, setting the blood around it ablaze.

^A burning blade, are you saying he’s swinging it that fast?^ The demon general gasped as the flames burned his wounds, making it harder for him to regenerate.

CRACK! Finally, a few seconds before Alcott’s timer could run out, his sword shattered, unable to handle the sheer pressure of the swings. It had grown dull from the continuous cutting of demon flesh.

Alcott stopped, staring at the sword, “Even this isn’t good enough?” He sighed, but it couldn’t be helped. Demon’s skin is as tough as iron. It didn’t matter how sharp the edge was, or how strong the blade’s metal was. Doing several thousand cuts on iron in a short span of time is bound to damage the blade.

“Hehe!” Gatora laughed, “Magnificent skills, but weak equipment.” He extended his hands forward, charging a spell.

Thwack! Before he could even start his magic, Alcott lunged forth, punching him in the face and drilling his head to the ground.

“Do you know? Gods are annoying. They only grant power to their devout believers,” Alcott lifted Gatora by the head and dropped the burning sword hilt.

“But, there is one god that only grants his power to humans. And not just any human, those who fight to protect humanity. The heroes.” CRACKLE!

Divine lightning crackled from his fist as his eyes flashed with a holy light, “You demons threaten humanity. Of course, he would retaliate.”

Gatora growled, “You reek of vampire blood. There is no way someone like you could wield holy magic?”

“Who decided that?” Alcott glared at Gatora, clenching his fist.

“You’re their hero?!” The demon screamed.

A fighter can use any weapon he desires. Even stones, sticks, and ropes could be seen as weapons. That also includes their fists.

The last thing Gatora saw was Alcott’s burning fist, coming down like a falling star upon his face.

[Action surge] [Adrenalin rush] [Divine Smite]

CRACKLE! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! It only took one second for a thousand divine fists to smash down on Gatora’s body, ripping his existence apart as his flesh burned in divine magic.

“I was ready to retire, though.”

As the demon turned into ash, Alcott sat on the ground, panting and staring at his shaking hands. “This looks bad,” He smiled, “A half-assed vampire like me. Shouldn’t be using this,”

He lay on the ground, resting to allow his body some time to recover. ^I hope Merlin comes to pick me up soon. I can’t dimension warp out of here alone.^

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ROAR! The sniper demon lunged back, pointing his arm at the roaring Nina lunging after him.

“You’re a rabid beast,” He laughed, blasting her to the ground with a beam of fire.

BAM! Nina rushed directly through the flames, splashing them like water as she swung her axe down at him.

“Can we at least talk?” He dodged, sweating. ^I keep blasting her, but my magic bounces right off her skin.^

CLACK! He pointed at her again, firing a compressed bullet of mana.

DING! The bullet hit Nina’s head and bounced off, barely budging her hair.

^Her skin reflects magic?^

Nina swung her axe at his head, and he lifted his solid arm to block. “You’re a pain to deal with. Did anyone tell you?” He deflected her axe aside and blasted her again.

As he got a fair distance away, he condensed a stone bullet and fired it at her, hitting her shoulder.

The bullet grazed Nina’s shoulder, signaling that her physical resistance wasn’t as potent her magic reflection. But, the scratch on her shoulder didn’t even last enough for an eye to blink, regenerating faster than any demon he ever saw.

The demon lifted his hand, “I learned this from a devil, a nasty curse,”

SWOSH! Flame gushed out of Nina’s nose, and the inside of her lungs burst into flame before her whole body got engulfed in a massive fireball.

“Self-combustion curse.” The demon smiles, “The fire of rage burns people from the inside out. The stronger their anger is, the hotter the flame burns,” He smiled, seeing Nina’s charred body fall onto the ground.

“Your magic reflection is limited to your skin. You can’t do anything about magic activating inside you,” He laughed, “But your insides felt a bit weird.”

He turned to leave, “Well, it doesn’t matter. You’re already cooked to the bones.”

ROAAAAAAARRRRR! Nina’s body moved as she stood on all fours, roaring with her flesh regenerating at a blinding speed.

The demon stopped, staring back with sweat dripping across his face and back, “You’re serious? Are you immortal or something?”