Chapter 89: Loves to Kill!

Chapter 89: Loves to Kill!

Tubalcain gazed at the hotel entrance. He had already heard gunfire from inside.

Just then, the sound of breaking glass startled him. Looking up, he saw Seras hurtling straight toward him.

Vampires in this world were highly sensitive creatures. They could dodge bullets—or rather, in this world, dodging bullets was basic combat knowledge for most monsters and elite humans.

The Vatican's sword-wielding nuns could even pull off absurd feats like dodging bullets when they were less than a centimeter from their eyes. With such supersonic reflexes and movement speed, they could easily slice apart Demon-level threats in the One Punch Man world.

This was a very dangerous world.

Realizing Seras was charging at him, Tubalcain preemptively dodged and flicked out two playing cards.

The cards skimmed just above the ground, slicing open two deep cracks in the pavement—not from direct contact, but from the air currents they generated at high speed!

If just the airflow could cause such destruction, one could only imagine what would happen if those cards actually hit their target.

Seras' pupils shrank. Her legs defied physics, generating a sudden burst of force even while still absorbing the impact of her landing. This gave her enough momentum to leap and evade the cards.

Watching the fight through telepathy, Chang Wei observed thoughtfully.

Vampiric supernatural abilities? Defying gravity and physical laws?

Blacklight Virus couldn't do that. It still had to follow certain physical principles. If it were him, he could only block the playing cards with telekinesis—he couldn't leap again the moment he touched the ground.

He could withstand the G-forces, but he couldn't break the laws of physics like that.

But now that he was a Vampire Progenitor, he could defy gravity.

After dodging the cards, Seras showcased the high-speed movement ability she had absorbed from Luke Valentine—crossing a hundred meters in under a second.

Seeing this, Tubalcain gripped a playing card like a blade and slashed at Seras.

Seras, her right hand having transformed into a blade, swung down in a powerful overhead strike to meet him head-on.

"BOOM!!!"

The sheer force from both sides far exceeded that of a charging truck. The impact was deafening, even reaching Alucard, who was busy slaughtering people inside the hotel.

The shockwave shattered the ground. Tubalcain was sent skidding back more than ten meters. With no time for shock, he immediately reached into his suit and pulled out a deck of cards.

The playing cards defied gravity as they floated and shifted between his fingers before he flicked them forward.

Seras, thinking they were just sharp projectiles again, swung her blade to deflect them. But the moment she made contact—

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!"

The cards exploded, engulfing her in flames.

Tubalcain smirked coldly. Caught off guard, there's no way she survived that.

No monster could withstand a direct bomb blast…

And yet, in the next moment, reality slapped him in the face.

From within the smoke, Seras shot forward like an arrow, a trail of gray smoke swirling behind her. Without hesitation, she instinctively extended her left hand.

Lethal Agony!!!

Black and red biomass surged toward Tubalcain.

What the hell is this?!

He tried to dodge, but Lethal Agony was not something one could escape so easily. The attack struck him directly.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Tubalcain let out a bloodcurdling scream. But it wasn't over.

Seras grinned viciously and plunged her hand into the ground.

Instantly, the Blacklight Virus spread, forming massive spikes that impaled Tubalcain, lifting him into the air.

Grave Piercer!!!

Alucard: (O.O)

The scene made him recall his days as Vlad the Impaler.

And it still wasn't over.

After Tubalcain was skewered, the Grave Piercer inside his body branched out like blooming flowers—ripping him apart into a rain of flesh and blood.

Seras, drenched in the crimson downpour, hungrily absorbed the remains.

The Fatty Major stood up.

"Such a perfect monster for war…"

Tubalcain's death meant nothing to him. From Seras' performance, it was clear—this newly emerged creature from the East was born for slaughter.

Capable of transforming her body into weapons, possessing unimaginable abilities…

It almost made Fatty Major want her.

But he quickly calmed down.

Setting aside the fact that the Werewolf Captain was with her—which meant even if his entire force attacked, they might all be wiped out—Seras herself had shown power beyond easy resolution.

To put it bluntly, if these two teamed up, Millennium's chances of victory were only thirty percent—if not lower.

"That handsome fool died for nothing, Major," the Doctor said worriedly. He had just boasted about his creations, only for reality to immediately slap him in the face. Against Seras—this monster that had barely been around for long—Tubalcain had no advantage at all. He was simply overpowered and eliminated.

The gap was so shocking it left them speechless.

"No, his death wasn't meaningless," the Fatty Major muttered, eyes fixed on Seras.

From her, he could perhaps infer some of Chang Wei's abilities.

Just like a vampire…

Unfortunately for him, everything Chang Wei had given Seras was stuff he had already deemed obsolete.

But the Blacklight Virus had such an absurdly high upper limit that even these "discarded" abilities could easily reach ace-tier levels in this world.

A regular Blacklight-infected might not match a vampire's speed, but in terms of strength and durability, they weren't far behind.

Not to mention the Hunters.

With nothing more to discuss, Seras—having completed her mission of absorbing Tubalcain—was led away by the Werewolf Captain.

A wanderer longing for home, the Werewolf Captain didn't want to stay a moment longer.

Meanwhile, the Fatty Major came to a realization.

Chang Wei likely had some degree of knowledge about their plans and objectives. How exactly he knew was uncertain—an informant? Foresight? Intelligence-gathering skills?

But one thing was clear—Chang Wei had never personally taken action.

Instead, he let Seras do the fighting.

It didn't take long for the Fatty Major to understand why.

He was training her.

Using Millennium as a whetstone to hone his successor.

"Such an arrogant goal… but it fills me with both dread and excitement."

For the first time in their long, hidden existence, lurking in the dark corners of the world, the forgotten ones of Millennium were being treated as something worth noticing.

"If that's the case… we mustn't disappoint him."

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