Chapter 810: Nofair Lothaire
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He looks over at one of his fellow Elder Vampires that're flying over to him... "Alaric, have you done what I asked?"
Alaric nods, his silver hair following the motion and he gives Lothaire a weird look, "I have... But I still wonder what the purpose of this was, you said they were traitors, but upon closer inspection they were nothing of the sort... What are you planning Lothaire?" he asks, curious.
Lothaire shakes his head, "Hmph, you'll see. Be sure to be ready when my plan comes to fruition, I doubt you'll see anything quite like it again, even in our eternal lives." he says.
Alaric scratches his face, "I don't know what implanting explosives into unaware fools bodies will do, but I will follow your lead in this regard." he mutters, "I'm slightly parched, shall we get a drink?"
Lothaire shakes his head and waves him off, "No, I've had quite about enough for today."
Alaric nods, "Suit yourself." he says, flying down to the "blood-bags" they'd brought or caught.
Lothaire glances behind him at the Elder's that'd accompanied him to help bring down Ichor once and for all... Sliske, a pale bald brooding bloodsucker that only slept or drank... Sorina, a woman with short blond hair, pale wrinkly skin, and a penchant for sudden unreasonable violence... Jagger, a handsome man with pale skin, long flowing black hair, and moves like, well, Jagger...
It's fortunate they all belong to the Gharasham, this prevents any internal conflicts that may happen between them... Of course, as extremely old beings, there are bound to be problems with one another, but belonging to the same family prevents it slightly.
Other than the Elder's that'd been brought, there was a notable human who Lothaire knew would be of some help... The Commander known as Stairrde Strickut, a man who'd been touched by master and given another chance, with master's help he should be unmatched in the battle to come.
Lothaire looks towards Ichor and grins as a man wreathed in flames with dragon wings flies towards them, stopping a few miles away from the army itself... Reima Ludvig.
The army below was already aware of his presence, the mages already casting weak-looking spells at him as his glowing form resembled a target in the sky.
Lothaire glances at the formation of the army, making sure everything was in place before the confrontation... He'd thought Ichor would let them reach the city before defending as they'd done many times in the past, but apparently, King Reima thought he could handle the situation himself... Foolish.
Reima looks down at the army, a morbid urge to submerge the lot of them ina tsunami of Humanity... He slowly slaps away some spells shot at him from the mages, pointing a finger at them and silently casting "Bombarda Maxima"
A bolt is shot off, but is intercepted by an Elder Vampire with white hair who comes out of a makeshift shack...
*BOOOOM!*
The explosion from his spell makes the air tremble as a shockwave almost knocks over some of the more frail soldiers, the smoke clears and reveals that the Elder Vampire is completely fine, not a scratch on him besides some of his clothing torn.
Reima glares at them, utilising his Observation Haki to see within the shack that he'd come from, to see if there were anymore Vampires hiding within... His fists clench and he feels rage boil within him, the shack was filled with many female slaves, all with fang marks covering them and signs of abuse... It appears they were being used as pleasure slaves as well as food sources for the Vampires.
Reima "Fucking bastards, you'll wish you'd killed yourselves instead of coming here!" he shouts, preparing to cover the place in fire. Only to be interrupted by a familiar face.
Lothaire "I'm afraid I can't let you do that, friend." he says with a vicious grin.
Reima scowls, "Lothaire? Fucker, you'll go against me even after I saved you!?"
Lothaire shakes his head, "Who said I was saved?" he says.
Reima's glowers, moving his head to the side as a claw stabs the spot he'd just vacated, he grabs the arm and squeezes hard enough to crush all the bones in it, a sick but satisfying crunch ringing out through the area... Reima glances at the person who's tried to attack him, looking on in confusion as he sees Lothaire's face, even though he can still sense him in the same place he'd been before.
Lothaire chuckles, "You like my trick? My colleagues always said I was worth ten people, who knew my ability would manifest to suit it!" he exclaims, eight shadows splitting off from his body before materialising into clones of Lothaire, all with similar smirks.
Reima leans forwards and has his wings shoot towards the clone behind him, the wingtip piercing its chest and causing it to burst into smoke which returns to Lothaire. "What? You think I wouldn't? Now I get to kill you TEN TIMES!" he exclaims, blinking behind Lothaire and swinging his sword blade at the three positioned together.
*SPLATTER!*
The main Lothaire manages to dodge by using the two other to block the strike, both getting cut in two in the process, turning to smoke... Once it returns to Lothaire however he simply summons three more clones.
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He looks over at one of his fellow Elder Vampires that're flying over to him... "Alaric, have you done what I asked?"
Alaric nods, his silver hair following the motion and he gives Lothaire a weird look, "I have... But I still wonder what the purpose of this was, you said they were traitors, but upon closer inspection they were nothing of the sort... What are you planning Lothaire?" he asks, curious.
Lothaire shakes his head, "Hmph, you'll see. Be sure to be ready when my plan comes to fruition, I doubt you'll see anything quite like it again, even in our eternal lives." he says.
Alaric scratches his face, "I don't know what implanting explosives into unaware fools bodies will do, but I will follow your lead in this regard." he mutters, "I'm slightly parched, shall we get a drink?"
Lothaire shakes his head and waves him off, "No, I've had quite about enough for today."
Alaric nods, "Suit yourself." he says, flying down to the "blood-bags" they'd brought or caught.
Lothaire glances behind him at the Elder's that'd accompanied him to help bring down Ichor once and for all... Sliske, a pale bald brooding bloodsucker that only slept or drank... Sorina, a woman with short blond hair, pale wrinkly skin, and a penchant for sudden unreasonable violence... Jagger, a handsome man with pale skin, long flowing black hair, and moves like, well, Jagger...
It's fortunate they all belong to the Gharasham, this prevents any internal conflicts that may happen between them... Of course, as extremely old beings, there are bound to be problems with one another, but belonging to the same family prevents it slightly.
Other than the Elder's that'd been brought, there was a notable human who Lothaire knew would be of some help... The Commander known as Stairrde Strickut, a man who'd been touched by master and given another chance, with master's help he should be unmatched in the battle to come.
Lothaire looks towards Ichor and grins as a man wreathed in flames with dragon wings flies towards them, stopping a few miles away from the army itself... Reima Ludvig.
The army below was already aware of his presence, the mages already casting weak-looking spells at him as his glowing form resembled a target in the sky.
Lothaire glances at the formation of the army, making sure everything was in place before the confrontation... He'd thought Ichor would let them reach the city before defending as they'd done many times in the past, but apparently, King Reima thought he could handle the situation himself... Foolish.
Reima looks down at the army, a morbid urge to submerge the lot of them ina tsunami of Humanity... He slowly slaps away some spells shot at him from the mages, pointing a finger at them and silently casting "Bombarda Maxima"
A bolt is shot off, but is intercepted by an Elder Vampire with white hair who comes out of a makeshift shack...
*BOOOOM!*
The explosion from his spell makes the air tremble as a shockwave almost knocks over some of the more frail soldiers, the smoke clears and reveals that the Elder Vampire is completely fine, not a scratch on him besides some of his clothing torn.
Reima glares at them, utilising his Observation Haki to see within the shack that he'd come from, to see if there were anymore Vampires hiding within... His fists clench and he feels rage boil within him, the shack was filled with many female slaves, all with fang marks covering them and signs of abuse... It appears they were being used as pleasure slaves as well as food sources for the Vampires.
Reima "Fucking bastards, you'll wish you'd killed yourselves instead of coming here!" he shouts, preparing to cover the place in fire. Only to be interrupted by a familiar face.
Lothaire "I'm afraid I can't let you do that, friend." he says with a vicious grin.
Reima scowls, "Lothaire? Fucker, you'll go against me even after I saved you!?"
Lothaire shakes his head, "Who said I was saved?" he says.
Reima's glowers, moving his head to the side as a claw stabs the spot he'd just vacated, he grabs the arm and squeezes hard enough to crush all the bones in it, a sick but satisfying crunch ringing out through the area... Reima glances at the person who's tried to attack him, looking on in confusion as he sees Lothaire's face, even though he can still sense him in the same place he'd been before.
Lothaire chuckles, "You like my trick? My colleagues always said I was worth ten people, who knew my ability would manifest to suit it!" he exclaims, eight shadows splitting off from his body before materialising into clones of Lothaire, all with similar smirks.
Reima leans forwards and has his wings shoot towards the clone behind him, the wingtip piercing its chest and causing it to burst into smoke which returns to Lothaire. "What? You think I wouldn't? Now I get to kill you TEN TIMES!" he exclaims, blinking behind Lothaire and swinging his sword blade at the three positioned together.
*SPLATTER!*
The main Lothaire manages to dodge by using the two other to block the strike, both getting cut in two in the process, turning to smoke... Once it returns to Lothaire however he simply summons three more clones.
He looks over at one of his fellow Elder Vampires that're flying over to him... "Alaric, have you done what I asked?"Alaric nods, his silver hair following the motion and he gives Lothaire a weird look, "I have... But I still wonder what the purpose of this was, you said they were traitors, but upon closer inspection they were nothing of the sort... What are you planning Lothaire?" he asks, curious.Lothaire shakes his head, "Hmph, you'll see. Be sure to be ready when my plan comes to fruition, I doubt you'll see anything quite like it again, even in our eternal lives." he says.Alaric scratches his face, "I don't know what implanting explosives into unaware fools bodies will do, but I will follow your lead in this regard." he mutters, "I'm slightly parched, shall we get a drink?"Lothaire shakes his head and waves him off, "No, I've had quite about enough for today."Alaric nods, "Suit yourself." he says, flying down to the "blood-bags" they'd brought or caught.Lothaire glances behind him at the Elder's that'd accompanied him to help bring down Ichor once and for all... Sliske, a pale bald brooding bloodsucker that only slept or drank... Sorina, a woman with short blond hair, pale wrinkly skin, and a penchant for sudden unreasonable violence... Jagger, a handsome man with pale skin, long flowing black hair, and moves like, well, Jagger...It's fortunate they all belong to the Gharasham, this prevents any internal conflicts that may happen between them... Of course, as extremely old beings, there are bound to be problems with one another, but belonging to the same family prevents it slightly.Other than the Elder's that'd been brought, there was a notable human who Lothaire knew would be of some help... The Commander known as Stairrde Strickut, a man who'd been touched by master and given another chance, with master's help he should be unmatched in the battle to come.Lothaire looks towards Ichor and grins as a man wreathed in flames with dragon wings flies towards them, stopping a few miles away from the army itself... Reima Ludvig.The army below was already aware of his presence, the mages already casting weak-looking spells at him as his glowing form resembled a target in the sky.Lothaire glances at the formation of the army, making sure everything was in place before the confrontation... He'd thought Ichor would let them reach the city before defending as they'd done many times in the past, but apparently, King Reima thought he could handle the situation himself... Foolish.Reima looks down at the army, a morbid urge to submerge the lot of them ina tsunami of Humanity... He slowly slaps away some spells shot at him from the mages, pointing a finger at them and silently casting "Bombarda Maxima"A bolt is shot off, but is intercepted by an Elder Vampire with white hair who comes out of a makeshift shack...*BOOOOM!*The explosion from his spell makes the air tremble as a shockwave almost knocks over some of the more frail soldiers, the smoke clears and reveals that the Elder Vampire is completely fine, not a scratch on him besides some of his clothing torn.Reima glares at them, utilising his Observation Haki to see within the shack that he'd come from, to see if there were anymore Vampires hiding within... His fists clench and he feels rage boil within him, the shack was filled with many female slaves, all with fang marks covering them and signs of abuse... It appears they were being used as pleasure slaves as well as food sources for the Vampires.Reima "Fucking bastards, you'll wish you'd killed yourselves instead of coming here!" he shouts, preparing to cover the place in fire. Only to be interrupted by a familiar face.Lothaire "I'm afraid I can't let you do that, friend." he says with a vicious grin.Reima scowls, "Lothaire? Fucker, you'll go against me even after I saved you!?"Lothaire shakes his head, "Who said I was saved?" he says.Reima's glowers, moving his head to the side as a claw stabs the spot he'd just vacated, he grabs the arm and squeezes hard enough to crush all the bones in it, a sick but satisfying crunch ringing out through the area... Reima glances at the person who's tried to attack him, looking on in confusion as he sees Lothaire's face, even though he can still sense him in the same place he'd been before.Lothaire chuckles, "You like my trick? My colleagues always said I was worth ten people, who knew my ability would manifest to suit it!" he exclaims, eight shadows splitting off from his body before materialising into clones of Lothaire, all with similar smirks.Reima leans forwards and has his wings shoot towards the clone behind him, the wingtip piercing its chest and causing it to burst into smoke which returns to Lothaire. "What? You think I wouldn't? Now I get to kill you TEN TIMES!" he exclaims, blinking behind Lothaire and swinging his sword blade at the three positioned together.*SPLATTER!*The main Lothaire manages to dodge by using the two other to block the strike, both getting cut in two in the process, turning to smoke... Once it returns to Lothaire however he simply summons three more clones.
