Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride - Chapter 548

Chapter 548: The Libra Building – [2]

Nikolai’s eye shimmered the more he saw, cages and rooms filled with blood, gore and corpses. ‘Damn it!’ Most of the experiments weren’t alive. Some were deformed with three or four legs but no mouth or other limbs.

The deeper he travelled to find the stairs to the next level, the heavier the unsettling weight grew inside him and leaned on his shoulders like a curse.

[White Wolf, what’s your situation? Over.]

As always! He thought.

The women who loved him most never let him down, and thanks to Leona’s sharp, commanding tone, he shook his head and broke out of the strange mood that almost grasped his heart.

Nikolai lifted his goggles and wiped the moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t sadness but another emotion, more volatile. Disgust. A strong disgust thick enough to choke on.

The walls reeked of iron and rotting meat; the floor was slippery with fluids he refused to identify or guess at. Some cages held what might once have been people. Others held things that had no right to live at all.

He forced his breathing to calm down by controlling the raging blood in his veins, slowing it carefully as his lips curved into a wicked smirk.

“This is why we’re here,” he muttered under his breath. “I am here to save you all.”

Despite the words save, he grasped the eagle in his hand and aimed it at the abominations, all glancing at him with teary eyes.

“Rest, my brothers.”

[White Wolf!? I repeat, What’s your situation?]

Leona’s voice sounded more concerned, not the calm and cold combat maid. It was the voice of his wife. The moment he heard this, his emotions and current state crumbled, and he growled as if to snap himself out of it.

‘I cannot let Leona fall apart!’

He tapped his earpiece with one last breath. “White Wolf here, the second floor is a massacre. It looks like the experiments and mutants are dead. Proceeding to the upper floors. Over.”

[Copy. Stay alert and contact the home base every half hour. Celtic Three has detected movement and gunfire headed in your direction. Over.]

Nikolai slowly stood in the centre of the dark room and walked towards the now destroyed door, bent and torn apart as if a beast had assaulted it.

Meanwhile, behind him, the room became painted red, with the blood of the surviving mutants all piled up around the spot Nikolai stood. Their faces no longer showed pain, but twisted and genuine smiles.

Not that it made killing his brother’s easier.

Nikolai stepped over the torn frame, his boots splashing blood with a squelch as he moved into a narrow hall leading upwards and the stairs twisted in a sharp angle. Every step away from that room made the air feel clearer, but the weight on his chest didn’t lift.

Rather, Nikolai kept the feeling. He locked the tight, pulsing pain that followed each heartbeat like a bruise beneath his ribs.

When he reached halfway, a flicker entered the corner of his vision.

His obsidian eye caught faint vibrations from above, the rapid, frantic movements and steel scarping against the ground.

‘Someone is fighting above me, but who?’

He adjusted the grip on his gun while considering the usage of his spear.

‘Could it be Ryan or Alex… or maybe a maid?’

The stairway groaned with each step. Maybe because of Nikolai’s height and muscle mass, Nikolai’s weight exceeded a normal figure. Yet close to the top, he could sense the bloodthirst from earlier much clearer.

[White Wolf, Celtic Three, has engaged mysterious enemies after shifting from the northern stairwell. Your route is dangerous; prepare for combat. Over.]

‘I see, Celtic Three came from another passage…’

Nikolai halted his movements and pressed himself tightly against the wall, his breathing slowing to less than once a minute. His eyes narrowed while tracking the heat signatures leaking through the upper floor.

‘Several bodies are already down…. two wounded and three advancing.’

The combat maids were struggling against a mysterious threat that even Nikolai couldn’t fully comprehend, just using his Obsidian Eye and huge aura.

A mutated monster.

“Shit. Celtic Three require reinforcements, I repeat send reinforcements to the first passage fourth hallway.”

Bzzzt!

Only static flickered in his ears; the communications wouldn’t work for some reason. Nikolai bit his lip and punched the wall with a thud. “Damn it… I have to go.” Two maids died, he couldn’t feel their heartbeat, and they lay with half their bodies missing.

‘I can’t stop here!’

A device or the mutant itself could stop electric waves.

Nikolai reached the final turn of the stairwell as the vibrations became stronger, sharper like heavy impacts. The sound of claws against hard leather, and the screech of something that wasn’t human.

He slid up the last few steps with eyes focused on the darkness. Nikolai held his gun high and began tightly compressing his aura around his frame.

‘Target me, ignore those girls!’

The moment his head cleared the threshold, the scene unfolded in the worst fashion.

A combat maid lay on her back, armour split along her ribs. Another knelt beside her, shielding her body while blood dripped from her arm in a steady line. Three more moved in a tight formation with backs to each other and their guns raised toward a single creature pacing across the hall.

On the floor, several bodies of both strange werewolves and maids lay with their bodies torn apart by the monster.

It wasn’t natural…

When Nikolai saw the beast, he became confused as to why it didn’t attack.

A huge deformed werewolf, with slimy skin and scales like a lizard or some kind of dragon, one short, deformed arm with a sharp blade instead of a hand. The other arm suffered gigantism, a long arm down to the monster’s calf… with an equally massive hand the size of Nikolai’s torso with curved bladed claws.

And to top it off, the damn thing’s spine was twisted into a hunch, its flesh charred as if burned from within. Its heartbeat thrashed wildly, loud enough that Nikolai felt it vibrating through the railing.

“Monster…”

If a human were to imagine a monster, then this mutant would be it. Not the werewolves or vampires fighting in the dark.

This bizarre hybrid.

Nikolai glared at the monster, angry over the maids and yet his sense of crisis told him not to rush into this battle. The monster’s aura surpassed a Great Elder somehow… Then its eyes snapped towards him.

Nikolai couldn’t breath, blink or move for a moment.

‘Shit did it find me!?’ He gasped.

However, the creature sniffed the air, then tilted its head and continued patrolling.

“P-Patriarch, the monsters…. the monsters’ vision is short and poor.” One of the maids, bleeding from her lips, spoke with a strained voice as she tried to salute him.

“Be at ease, then what about hearing and other senses?”

“I…Its…” Her head leaned to the side, and she stopped responding.

“!!!”

Nikolai quickly touched her neck and leaned closer…. a faint beating and soft breath every five seconds. The maid just fainted and lost too much blood.

“Phew… this is my order. The Celtic team retreats with the wounded and meets up with the reinforcements. Your priority is surviving. Understood?”

The three conscious maids exchanged glances.

They hesitated for a moment.

But not out of defiance, rather because abandoning the fight went against everything they were trained for. Yet when they looked into Nikolai’s eyes, whatever argument they had died on their tongues.

“Understood… Patriarch.”

Their movements were fast, efficient and professional. They lifted the unconscious maid and the wounded with an efficiency he could never match, then retreated down the hall. The beast flicked towards them with a golden glow in its dull gaze.

Clang!

But Nikolai tossed a metal pipe in the opposite direction, causing it to snap away and let out a low, grumbling roar.

Nikolai waited until their heartbeats faded down the stairwell.

Only then did he step forward, with a slow and deliberate pace, keeping his aura tightly bound around his figure to avoid alerting the mutant. His obsidian eye expanded, examining the creature and its movement patterns.

‘It’s really strong…’

The aura in the monster’s heart could easily match the great elders he’d met while growing stronger in the past.

Its body twitched irregularly, the fiend’s muscles spasming from the unstable blood flowing through its veins. It breathed with a disgusting wheeze and sometimes sounded more animalistic than a humanoid.

‘What the hell did they do to you…?’

He hated the fact that it killed his maids, but the truth was, he also lamented facing this mutant, knowing it was once a member of his family.

But hesitation would take his life.

“Calm.”

Nikolai holstered his gun and dragged out the Heavenly Slaying Spear from his item ring. This item was important… and he wanted to deliver a more honourable death to the mutant instead of shooting him from behind.

Clang!

He tapped it on the floor with a twisted smile. “Come on!”

The mutant froze.

Its head snapped toward the sound of metal chant in the air. Its oversized arm twitched, claws carving into the tile, and ripped half the room into pieces as if creating a combat arena on purpose.

Nikolai twirled his spear and levelled it with the tip aimed at the monster’s heart.

“This ends now.”

The monster let out a rattling, bubbling roar and lunged, dragging its massive arm across the ground with enough force to shake the entire hall.

“That’s it, let’s fight like we were born too! Wolf of Fenrir.”