Shuo met the Forgotten War King's twisted snarl with a look of absolute contempt. A so-called vampire Primogenitor, threatening to kill him? How laughable.
The three-headed dragon familiar suddenly dipped all three heads, gathering fire, poison, and icy mist in their maws. Shuo snorted, lifted his foot, and with a casual slash, sent a wave of force slicing through the air.
A metallic crash echoed. Three heads hit the ground at once.
Below, the Forgotten War King's scowl deepened, his face so dark it seemed ready to rain. That beast was no weakling—yet Shuo had dispatched it as easily as flicking away a fly. There was no denying it now: Shuo's power was at least on par with a Primogenitor. Time to stop playing around.
A jagged crack split the air behind him, and guttural roars spilled out. Six colossal figures lumbered into view—true Primogenitor-class familiars, each one capable of crushing Vatler's fusion beasts without effort.
The Forgotten War King's expression sharpened, bloodlust flickering in his eyes. "You've surprised me, I'll give you that. But let's see what you do now!"
With a snap of his will, the lead wolf-shaped familiar blurred, vanishing from sight.
Shuo, curious, didn't dodge. Instead, he wove a defensive barrier of pure magic.
The wolf reappeared behind him, jaws wide, fangs gleaming. It bit down hard on the shield—only to find its teeth sliding harmlessly off. Not even a scratch.
But then Shuo noticed something odd: the barrier's magical strength was draining away. Down below, a purple serpent familiar locked its gaze on him, sending twin beams of energy slicing into the shield.
"These Primogenitor familiars are full of surprises," Shuo mused. "That snake's power must be magic suppression."
The Forgotten War King's lips curled into a sinister smile. "You're catching on. Let's see how long you last!"
He was so sure of victory—until Shuo shattered his confidence in an instant.
Shuo glanced at the wolf still clinging to his shield, then lazily traced a finger across its flank.
The wolf let out a howl and vanished—erased from existence.
The Forgotten War King staggered, a spike of agony lancing through him. He stared at Shuo, terror flickering in his eyes. "What did you do?! Why is my familiar gone?!"
Vampire familiars didn't simply vanish when killed; they returned to their master's body, the only penalty a painful backlash. But now, the War King couldn't sense his beast at all. It was as if a piece of him had been ripped away, leaving a void where power should be.
Panic replaced arrogance. The Forgotten War King's bravado crumbled.
Shuo's eyes flashed. He activated his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception and blinked across the battlefield, appearing beside the remaining five familiars. With surgical precision, he dispatched each one with a single hand strike—like chopping vegetables.
The War King screamed as each loss sent waves of searing pain through his soul.
"I was just warming up. And you're already on your knees? Where's all that swagger now? Pathetic."
Shuo deactivated his Mystic Eyes, gazing down at the War King, who was now writhing on the ground, his cries echoing across the ruined field.
"War King-sama!"
The vampire elders shrieked in disbelief.
Every vampire present recoiled in terror. Their god, their invincible Primogenitor, was being dismantled by a single man—casually, mercilessly.
How strong was this human, really?
The War King staggered upright, blood dripping from his mouth, his aura swelling with raw, uncontrolled magic.
"Damn you…" he hissed, face twisted with rage and madness. "I'll kill you! All of you—come out!"
With a guttural roar, his magic erupted skyward. Dozens of Primogenitor-class familiars materialized around him, some fused into even more monstrous abominations.
"All of you—attack!"
A chorus of bestial howls shook the air as the familiars surged forward, their bodies swelling with destructive energy.
"This is my ultimate attack. Even a Primogenitor couldn't survive this!"
"Arrogant brat, pay for your insolence!"
The War King's laughter turned manic as his beasts, cloaked in black magic, expanded and launched a barrage of attacks at Shuo.
Shuo didn't move. He stood his ground, letting the wave crash over him.
A thunderous explosion ripped through the battlefield. Shockwaves flattened everything for kilometers, the earth itself trembling beneath the onslaught.
This was the First Primogenitor's full power—his pride, his legacy, unleashed.
The War King sneered. "See that, boy? This is what it means to be the First Primogenitor!"
He broke into triumphant laughter—until a voice drifted out of the smoke.
"Tsk. That was your best shot? How disappointing."
Shuo stepped forward, untouched. Not a hair out of place, not a speck of dust on his clothes.
He looked at the War King—who was now shaking, eyes wide with disbelief.
"This… this can't be!"
"Impossible!!"
The War King's voice cracked, desperation bleeding into every syllable.
He was the strongest in the world. The First Primogenitor.
He couldn't lose. He wouldn't lose.
This was impossible.
Shuo's gaze turned cold. "Out of tricks? Then it's my turn."
He'd lost all interest in further battle, but seeing the terror etched on the War King's face—remembering his arrogance from earlier—Shuo couldn't help but savor the moment.
He let his magic surge, bottomless and overwhelming, ready to crush the War King's spirit completely.
🔥 Want to read the next 20 chapters RIGHT NOW?
💎 Patreon members get instant access!
⚡ Limited-time offer currently running...
👉 [Join on - patreon.com/GoldenLong]