Chapter 25:"Blood Sovereign"

As the battle raged on, Vahaemorys stood amidst the seemingly endless horde of charging monsters. Instead of fear, an inexplicable excitement surged within him. As the monsters closed in, he raised his hand, unleashing a powerful wave of his aura. Thousands of these creatures were sent hurtling backward, crashing into each other and transforming into a gruesome mass of flesh and gore.

The blood of the fallen monsters moved as if guided by an unseen force, swirling around Vahaemorys like a sacred ritual. A whirlpool of crimson liquid formed, revolving around him in a mesmerizing and eerie dance.

As the epic battle raged on, six fully armored knights in obsidian-black armor appeared behind Vahaemorys. These knights were none other than true dragons taking on the guise of valiant warriors.

With a nod from Vahaemorys, these six knights divided into two groups, and three of them instantly disappeared from sight. They were headed toward the Dwarves' kingdom, recognizing that if the Eldian kingdom was under attack, the Dwarves were likely facing a similar threat.

As the battle raged on, the monsters grew hesitant, witnessing their comrades being consumed by the swirling blood around Vahaemorys. In a moment of unparalleled power, Vahaemorys summoned forth two colossal wings formed from the very essence of blood itself. Both wings together were as tall as a large building, casting an ominous shadow over the battlefield.

In this heightened state, Vahaemorys's eyes bled and shone with a fierce crimson light. His aura surged to a level that even the true dragons near him couldn't help but feel a deep sense of intimidation, causing Eldian knights, their king, and princess to drop to their knees in awe. The sheer force of his transformation sent shockwaves through the land, resulting in a powerful earthquake.

With this newfound power, Vahaemorys unleashed a series of devastating Blood Fields. These crimson tempests tore through the battlefield, leaving behind craters hundreds of meters wide and reducing nearby structures to rubble. The very earth trembled beneath the might of Vahaemorys's unleashed might.

In a final, awe-inspiring display of power, Vahaemorys harnessed the full extent of his Blood Fields. With absolute control over the individual blood cells within the monsters assaulting the Eldian Kingdom, he wielded this terrifying ability to its fullest.

With but a thought, he triggered blood vessels to burst within the monstrous invaders, causing them to wither and fall. Their life essence merged with the swirling maelstrom of his Blood Fields, becoming one with the immense power he commanded. The battlefield itself seemed to shudder at the magnitude of his mastery over blood and death.

The winds howled as Vahaemorys strode purposefully onto the battlefield. His mastery over the whirlpool of blood was on full display as he cleared a path with its turbulent force. With every step, he moved faster, propelled by the very currents of his own creation.

In an instant, he unleashed his might upon the retreating horde of monsters. Those unfortunate enough to be in his path were obliterated without a trace. Blood Fields and typhoons formed, devouring any who dared oppose him. The once fierce battle had now turned into a one-sided massacre.

Vahaemorys's control over the minds of his enemies was absolute. He forced the retreating monsters to turn and charge headlong into the blood-soaked maelstrom, their actions driven by madness and despair.

As Aranel Elegast, the princess of Eldian Kingdom, couldn't tear her gaze away from Vahaemorys's commanding figure. Her thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. In this crucial moment, she found herself unable to make decisions as she had done in countless dire situations before. From the moment Vahaemorys emerged, a profound transformation took hold within her. What had started as admiration for his extraordinary strength had now evolved into a deep reverence.

Aranel was renowned as a warrior spirit, but in the presence of the enigmatic figure who had summoned blood wings and become a blood sovereign, she felt her own existence pale in comparison. As the enigmatic figure summoned his blood wings, others saw a blood-drenched demon. But to Aranel, he transformed into something more celestial—an angel of awe-inspiring power. In her heart, she made a solemn vow to serve him as her lord.

As the battle raged on, the true dragons sent for aid to the dwarves, who joined forces with them to combat the relentless onslaught of monsters. Despite their diminutive stature, the dwarves possessed boulder-like arms capable of swinging hammers as large as their heads. They used explosive devices and ingenious defensive sieges to fend off the relentless onslaught of monsters. Even the Dwarf King himself stood at the frontline, leading his warriors with unwavering resolve.

Though the dwarves were small in stature, their indomitable spirit and fortifications made them formidable defenders. Their walls and intricate mechanisms for repelling invaders made them an unassailable force. However, the unending horde of monsters continued to test their mettle.

As the battle raged on, the tide began to shift with the arrival of the Dark Lord, a towering figure clad in pitch-black armor with a crown-like helm. His presence exuded an aura of death, and the monsters willingly made way for him. He fixed his gaze on the true dragon in disguise and inquired, "You are not a mortal; who are you?"

Yet, the response came from an unexpected direction. The ground trembled beneath them as multiple blood fields materialized. In the midst of this crimson maelstrom, a solitary figure with colossal blood-red wings floated gracefully.

With unwavering determination, he declared, "I am your adversary."