Sixth Bloodline [BxB]

CHAPTER 50: DEEP SLUMBER [ABILITY RIVALING GODS]

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[AbiLitY EqUAL tO tHAt Of gOd]

MIKHAEL CIRCLED around those three pyramids — it wasn't problem to do so within minutes given his ability.

He originally thought that he was the only one to have noticed this place — most spell-casters would stay sway from such places even if they saw some, but he surprisingly noticed few more spell-casters around. They all had looks of curiosity on they face, but Mikhael noticed their cautiousness.

He thought for a while before eventually descending.

No matter what, those people appear to have been here for a while so they might have an inkling to what's happening here.

Hiding his red eyes, he came closer to those people.

"Should we enter or not?" One of them asked.

"I don't know, this is the first time I felt something like this in all my years of being a spell-caster. The air here terrifies me," a slightly older man spoke, leading the group of youngsters behind.

"We originally came here to check for opportunities, but who'd say..."

"This terrifying aura appeared only yesterday and we're the only ones who should know about it. If we miss this opportunity, what if someone else takes it?"

"Indeed. Although this aura seems terrifying, it might be because of some treasure being hidden inside."

"We need to get to it before the other side! What if it's something harmful to us? Do you know what kind of disaster it would spell for us?"

"Teacher! Your disciples are willing to risk their lives for the sake of glory to our race!"

"Excuse me, gentleman," Mikhael appeared at that moment making the crowd immediately become alert. The old man immediately shielded those youngsters behind him and other older people came next to him as well.

"..."

'I just said two words, why so serious? Let's all be friends here.'

"Human?" But although Mikhael wanted to be friendly, the same can't be said for the other side.

"You have a death wish to come here alone, a mere human," one of those people spoke and Mikhael immediately came to conclusion about their identity. What group hated humans to the point of being unable to stay in the same room with them?

Spell-casters.

But spell-casters involved in the war. Those who knew about vampires no longer bothered about this silly fight.

This group, however, didn't even consider humans anymore and most considered themselves to be the chosen few who should rule the world and blah blah blah.

Humans saw them as monsters and thought themselves to be the real true masters of this world and blah blah blah — so their battle is considered a sacred duty that would chose the ruler of the world.

It can be seen just from that situation why both hunters and vampires chose to pretend like they don't even exist. It's too shameful.

Mikhael sighed, he just came here to ask a question — but who'd know that these people would first offend then talk?

"No," so he spoke — forget about being nice in that case. What a joke, look at what nice place he found, Mikhael was resolute in defending his grave to the death—

'Wait, that sounds wrong. Protect his tomb—'

That's not it!

'...resting place?'

"..."

No matter how he says it, it only sounds worse than the previous. Why does it appear like he's a ghost still wandering the mortal world ready to fight with some ruffians to protect his grave?

"Don't associate me with humans. No matter what, this lord here has stopped being one long time ago!"

Mikhael's ability to create nonsense on spot was top notch!

He could just get rid of those people and use power of suggestion to make them forget about this place, but... Won't later come more people to bother him? Should he just seal this place? Can he even seal it? How many valuable talismans would he be able to waste?

Will they even work with all this dead mana?

One must know that more dead mana was in the air, the more will it disrupt the flow of ordinary mana. It's quite a bother — that's why Mikhael's very fond of Ethan's blood. Look, that's how all dead mana should behave!

Those present all tensed up when they heard his words. Especially that old man, he began to sense the similar mana coming from this youth's body making him feel danger.

"Ah, ancestor — you stupid ancestor! It's fine that you wanted to avoid your duties and all, but to lock yourself in a pyramid for centuries, that's too much even for you!" The amount of Mikhael's ancestors he came up with was already too much to count. If you gathered information about them from all the people who met Mikhael, they'd be able to create a TV show lasting for decade, and each episode daily would be about a different ancestor.

As expected, when they heard his words, those spell-casters became even more terrified.

"You think it's easy to lead the clan? This lord also wants to sleep for few centuries, see if I don't drag you out of this place today!"

The more unknown something, the more will humans fear it. It's especially so for those spell-casters who don't know the true terror of this world. All this time, their enemies were humans with weapons — but they knew how to kill them. Now something appeared speaking of centuries and whatnot, if they still failed to understand that this person — no, this creature was not human, they'd be wasting all those years of their life.

"This... Friend, may I be presumptuous enough to ask about what you are?" It would appear that everyone chose this old man as their leader. But Mikhael could also understand why they hid behind.

'Old people don't run really fast, no?'

Still, to chose to stand in front of them. He probably understood that if Mikhael wanted to attack them, he would be the first to die — yet he still calmly continued to talk with him. As expected of people who experienced vicissitudes of time — they really can't be mentioned in the same breath as those young wimps behind.

A pity that their life is so short.

Still, this person looked like he was in his fifties — it's not impossible to live longer, but he'd need some fruitful encounters. Mikhael thought for a while, he was also fond of kind and talented people. The more skillful spell-casters with good personality appear in this world, the more will Mikhael be happy as one himself.

Thinking up to this point, he spoke.

"Leave this place if you treasure your life. Places with this kind of aura all have vampires that have been sleeping for long time — naturally, your spells would also be useless in this place."

Their eyes widened as they listened to his words.

'Vampires?'

As in... real cold-hearted bloodsucking creatures of night?

'No, wait!'

'What's your ancestor doing sleeping in this pyramid! Was he perhaps a pharaoh?'

"My ancestor should be very hungry once he wakes up, so unless you all want to end up as his food — you should better run as far as possible," to make his speech better, Mikhael even suddenly switched to his blood red eyes scaring the younger ones into fainting.

"..."

'Aye, why faint? It's not like I'll kill you? I just told you to leave...'

He turned to the old man — despite being afraid and shocked, he still had a steady countenance as he faced Mikhael.

'As expected, old people are the best!'

"Thank you senior, for showing mercy," the old man realized that this person didn't intent to kill them, and was grateful that he won't have to fight something unknown.

After all...

This person seems to know their abilities well seeing how he mention that their spells won't work here. But they didn't know a single weakness nor ability of his, it would be unwise to fight him.

"It would appear that we have some fate as well," Mikhael pulled his hand through the void making the old man's eyes widen so much that Mikhael feared they'd fall out. Mikhael mostly had valuable stuff in the void, but he'd sometimes throw in whatever he gets his hands on since he's too lazy to carry around.

As time passed, he'd eventually forget about those things as well, and would only take them out after years or decades, centuries even. Things in void would remain the same as they were when he out them in.

It's a convenient portable fridge, but Mikhael always ate everything in less than a day when it comes to stored food. The amount doesn't matter, he'd immediately eat it all.

Right now, it'd appear that he has some ordinary vampire blood — and even though it's useless to him, it should be quite valuable to those spell-casters here who obviously never even heard of vampires.

"Here," he threw that vial to the old man who caught it. He was already on guard so he could react in time.

"Vampire blood. It's rather useful to you spell-casters, especially as a crafting material for talismans. Once you've used it all up and want to find more, go to Peru. If you have skill, someone would naturally be willing to trade more."

Many trading posts in Peru are dense with mana — any good spell-caster would be able to find them once they stepped inside the city. As long as they could make good talismans, they could easily trade them with vampire blood.

In fact, although vampires can't use the most of those talismans, they could use the ones made with their own blood merely by adding a single drop to activate it. Those are custom made talismans, and it's usually Higher Nobles and Nobles who'd hire spell-casters to make them some — usually to for protection of their clan members or descendants.

But it's hard to find a spell-caster who can deal with stronger blood.

It can't be said the same to ordinary spell-casters born because of mana density as of lately.

So, some ordinary vampires are fond of this method where they trade their blood for such talismans — they are equal to second life if used properly in battles.

"But... We vampires don't really want people to know about us. You should be prepared to have your entire families and acquaintances exterminated if you dare to say a single word about what you see in that city. Naturally, if you say a thing about this meeting — I won't show mercy either."

With those words, Mikhael simply disappeared, leaving the crowd stunned for a good few minutes before they all scattered to run away.

"You must not spread the word about what happened today. This person could easily get rid of us, but let us go. He's telling us that he can kill us whenever he wants, so it's best if we don't go and provoke him."

"But teacher, isn't he just one person?" One of his students complained, unsatisfied, "We aren't weaklings, who knows if he was just bluffing! Isn't he a vampire? Shouldn't they be weak to sunlight? Isn't he just hurrying to scare us away so he could hide from sunrise?" He pointed to the sky that gradually gained a lighter hue towards the east.

The old man frowned.

"You are still young, so you don't understand anything," he sighed. He stood in front of everyone earlier, so he could clearly see everything about Mikhael.

What fear of light? Who knows what's myth and what true — that person seriously won't have minded killing them. In fact, he didn't even out them in his eyes despite knowing that they're spell-casters. The old man feared that the youth could've killed them before sunrise if he so willed.

No matter what, spell-casters are people who could destroy a city when grouped together, so why didn't that person fear them?

Obviously, he was more powerful than them.

At that moment, they all turned to the Great Pyramid as they felt that ominous aura from earlier completely disappear, making them suck on a cold air.

"Teacher..."

"Don't mention this matter again. Let's go." That student from before finally quieted down, but his eyes held strong unwillingness to accept this matter. Isn't it just a lowly vampire? A creature dependent on blood, how dares he look down on him!? He'll certainly cut his head off one day!

INSIDE THE Great Pyramid, Mikhael was somewhat surprised to see the incarnation on the floor trigger once he stepped inside. He was about to take out a weapon and fight when he noticed a string of words floating in the air.

[Master is very happy with that slap. I helped you find a place to sleep and prepared everything. Don't worry about someone interrupting you]

Mikhael's eyes almost teared in happiness.

This master — a teacher who taught him martial arts and spell-casting, it's obviously Einz. That slap referred to Mikhael slapping the Vampire King and this whole face was obviously prepared for him to enter his Deep Slumber — even sealing the entire place for him.

As expected, although he's a bit scary, it's still Einz who treats him the best... Unless he messes up something.

But why would Einz be happy that he slapped that old fogey? Is it because Mikhael showed off his battle proves or because Einz had some grudge with that guy? But why would he come to talk with him then? What's this situation?

Others might not be aware of it, but Mikhael spend ten years by Einz's side every day — that guy looks lazy and vile, spewing poisonous words whenever he opened his mouth — but Mikhael knew that it's just how he was. That person, had no personal opinion at all! Forget about opinion, he didn't even what emotions are!

He only acted by repeating words from characters in books he read that got themselves in similar situation, but if you dared to ask him a single 'why', he'd suddenly lose his whole soul and stand in place with lost expression like an abandoned puppy. Even thinking for a whole decade won't make him give you an answer!

So for someone like him to actually say that he's happy...

What did he like about Mikhael beating that guy exactly?

Look, he even prepared the Great Pyramid for him, ah!

"Whatever. I shouldn't try to understand master," Mikhael sighed. He was too lazy to, ah!

"In any case, this is good for me," those intertwined paths in the Great Pyramid that made countless archeologists lose their place and is so complicated that would spell certain death for anyone who entered unprepared, turned into a simple stairway leading downwards the moment Mikhael stepped inside.

The doors behind closed and Mikhael felt inscription move as if to seal every opening to this place, he knocked gently on the wall and mused in satisfaction.

As expected of Einz, it would probably be hard to destroy this place now even if one threw bombs at it.

Naturally, it won't pose a problem for Mikhael to leave of he wanted so. He could probably open it on his own — a small creak in the barrier should be more than enough for him to leave through it. But it would appear that Einz took Mikhael's sloth in account when making this, so Mikhael felt that the barrier would pull apart if he wanted so.

Walking down those stairs, once Mikhael crossed half of his path, the walls around him disappeared and so did the stairs. That half was a distance of another Great Pyramid, but buried underneath. Looking downstairs, there was only emptiness — yet Mikhael could feel even more inscriptions beneath him.

Einz sure was meticulous — the distance he just crossed should be full of traps for trespassers. He was just curious if this place underneath existed from long time ago or Einz made it in a single day — he wouldn't be too surprised with his abilities.

"Will I be able to reach this level one day?" He mused to himself as he took a step forward — he was still four and something millenniums short on catching up to Einz.

Although there was only emptiness under Mikhael's feet, the moment he stepped forward, another stone stair materialized under his feet.

"How creative," is this what reading books for five thousand years can teach you? Quite admirable, indeed.

Although Mikhael badmouthed Einz like he was some kind of devil, he only had revenge for this person in his heart. That feeling was even stronger when it comes to his identity as a spell-caster — it's why Mikhael treated whatever Einz said like the ultimate truth in the world.

As he continued to descend downstairs, he noticed the more steps appear in front of him and the ones behind disappear while countless rocks moved around the air before finding their place and continuing the long construction. He could feel that whenever two rocks joined together, they'd immediately be enchanted with various spell traps making him shake his head.

That answered his previous question - Einz made this.

But, it would appear that Mikhael came a bit too early, this place is still in the process of being constructed — but it didn't obscure Mikhael from proceeding at all. It's quite likely that Einz wasn't even here, yet this place continued with construction without threatening Mikhael's life.

"If there are Gods in this world, Einz would certainly stand equal to them." This place was nothing short on miracle.

When he finally arrived at his destination, Mikhael saw a single black coffin laying peacefully on the piece of floating land. Although there was no light around this whole place, the place was clearly lit up by some means Mikhael couldn't explain.

Sighing, he finally stepped on it and looked around inscriptions around it. The entire place had no inscriptions other than the barrier, only spells that were immediately prepared with dead mana — but Mikhael didn't understand much other than their properties.

He only dibbled into studies of dead mana and that's because of Sixth's blood, but that's all.

Yet, this coffin had few inscriptions, one should be teleportation — linked to a place not to far away, then sealing, and then finally the chain reaction that would destroy this whole place.

"As expected, leave no room for retreat." If someone stepped in this place despite all those traps, Mikhael would be teleported away and this place would bury the intruder before he could act.

Mikhael had to walk slowly till here, but it took him almost two hours just to get here — the sun has long raised, but it was of no concern anymore.

He simply avoided being exposed to it because of the lack of blood in his body now, but with this...

"Guess that's about it," he sighed as he began to strip. Every piece of clothes would be a bother later on, so he didn't keep anything.

After that, he pulled out few empty vials from his void before decisively piercing his chest, to his heart. Then he used mana to move to flow of blood into those vials.

Despite his heart being so small, the blood in those vials ended up filling more that three gallon's worth of vials.

"It would really be a pity to waste all this blood." And it's even the blood that remained after he used up most of it!

Still, he didn't drain everything. He left few drops inside to keep him alive before finally moving his hand away from his chest exhaling loudly.

"But f**k, that hurts," he complained as he sealed those vials and wound on his chest closed. But it only made his complexion worsen. Healing sounds expended one's blood, and he already lacked so much. It would be weird if he was still okay after all this.

Taking one last look at the world around him, Mikhael sighed one last time before throwing those vials in his void and moved to that coffin.

It wasn't vertically laid out, but instead was raised a bit where his head should be making Mikhael wonder why!

"Weird taste," it didn't matter to vampires how you put their coffins once they fell asleep, but why tilted like this?

Mikhael ignored his thoughts as he lied down, praising the material inside. How comfortable, ah.

'Just perfect for sleeping for two decades!'

"This should pass in an instant," he mused as the urge to close his eyes grew stronger. Crossing his hands over his chest, Mikhael exhaled one last time before finally closing his eyes.

The entire place seemed to have paused for an instant, as Mikhael's body sent out dangerous fluctuation spreading in every direction. Yet the moment it touched the barrier outside, it couldn't pass at all and instead disappeared as if sucked in by it.

The whole place continued to work faster as if gaining more energy while the piece of land Mikhael's was on sank even lower into the void.

His whole skin began to wither and sink into towards his bones as his muscles withered like dust, but the most surprising thing was that where his hands and chest touched, the skin began to merge together as if trying to absorb his arms. Even his legs become joined together as his skin enveloped his bones making him somewhat resemble a mummy.

If he didn't have his bones, it almost seemed like his whole body would be compressed into nothingness.

Even his eyes seemed to have sunk a bit making him look extremely ferocious and his hair somewhat dulled — a slight movement would be able to make it fall off. This whole phenomenon was caused because all blood in his body began to suddenly retract to his heart.

At that moment, that heart of his which began to dry as it gathered all blood, before it could be completely withered — have out a loud bear that spread like another ripple passing through the everything. This time, not even the barrier outside could block this shock-wave completely as it continued to expand endlessly.

Even the old man leading those spell-casters away paused to look back in direction of those pyramids before shivering with fright.

'What... just what the hell was that?'

But others by his side didn't seem to have noticed anything at all, completely lost in their own thoughts.

Back in the City of Evernight, all Purebloods felt an odd ripple spreading around, but could not locate the source. In one place, there was a person breaking Vampire King's at the moment the ripple spread frowning when it happened — but the other person didn't notice anything because of the pain in his leg.

The former only then left silently letting the Vampire King curse the shameless duo. At least he only got one leg broken — which immediately turned to normal in the next moment.

Who'd understand those maniacs?

Ethan was in the middle of looking through some papers when he felt that ripple, but unlike others who showed concerned expressions, that pitch black eye of his appeared once again as a ghost smile silently appeared on his face.

If one noticed carefully, they would realize that the seal in his eye appeared to be a tad bit fainter than before.

But his expression soon returned to normal; it's as if he completely didn't realize this action of his as he frowned — having the same reaction like others.

Back to Mikhael's place, as he finally felt his consciousness disappear, he looked forward to sleeping for twenty years when not even an instance later, his consciousness was shaken awake by a loud noise outside.

At least to Mikhael, at that moment, it appeared like only an instant has passed.

But he never would've guessed just how much the world had changed for the past five years while he was sleeping.