Reincarnated into a New World As a Vampire

A powerful distorted voice spoke out to Aldritch from behind, obviously coming from the floating being. The voice sounded supernatural even, and it came like a multitude of voices instead of one, in a thunderous manner.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" The voice said in a powerful and commanding tone.

'That's a lot of voices.' Aldritch thought to himself.

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'This is a big problem.' Helga thought to herself as she strained her mind ever so slightly, trying to maintain a balance.

"Naiha, you have to control your emotions! It's affecting us all! We'll lose control if it continues like this!" Veronica voiced out in a spark.

"Arhh… Shut up! Don't tell me what to do!" Naiha retorted in an even angrier tone.

"What?" Veronica could not believe what she was hearing at all.

Sensing something off, Helga intervened before it became a disastrous situation. "Veronica, wait! We are in the midst of malevolent spirits, their negative energy also has a very big effect on us, it's not Naiha's fault! She's not doing it fully consciously!" She explained.

Veronica was going to speak, but instead she held back her words while trying to protect her own mind. Of course she had noticed that the negativity from the malevolent spirits was affecting them too, but for one of them to fall into it so fast, it could only have happened if she was not resisting at all.

Veronica wanted to blame Naiha for giving into it, but she also knew that it would do no good at that moment.

"I will try to extend my protection to her while maintaining my own, so control will be up to you for some time. Just don't let the link fall apart!" Helga said, to which Veronica could not protest but do as she had said.

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Looking at the thing before him, if he had to choose, he would not want to go against it as an opponent, anything having multiple voices has never been a weak being if memory served him right.

Then again, there wasn't really much of a choice at the moment.

'What's up with this thing? I certainly can't attack first, as that will put me as the aggressor in the case that it meant no harm, but then it's not attacking me to let me know that it means every form of harm…' He thought to himself a frustrating thought.

It was a bit baffling why he would be dragged to the middle of nowhere only to be stared at like that. If there wasn't anything more, Aldritch wanted to return to what he was doing rather than being there. Not to mention, he could feel a lingering danger coming from the figure above, so if he didn't have to, he wasn't going to needlessly provoke a fight.

"It's rude to drag people you know? Especially when they're busy with important things. Now, if you don't mind, I'll slowly take the exit!" Aldritch spoke loudly, turning to leave a second time as his sentence drew to a close.

This time there were no words spoken. Aldritch felt a sudden danger from behind him followed by weightlessness as he was lifted into the air. The next moment before he could take in what was happening, his body was slammed forcefully into a tree, breaking the tree in half as it wasn't so much of a thick trunked tree.

His body crashed several metres away into a much sturdier tree, halting his motion as he put his arms down to pick himself up from the ground.

"So that's your choice? Violence. It's ok, two can play that game." He said, standing up to see the being levitating mid-air as it gravitated towards him slowly with both of its hands spread out to the sides outwardly from its hips.

"Two can play that game." Aldritch said, looking at the being with a grin on his face.

Having weak telekinetic magic, Aldritch settled for his go to skill. Making use of his blood manipulation, Aldritch tried to control the blood within the being's body to achieve a similar effect to telekinesis on someone, albeit a much painful and torturous method.

A few seconds go by, about four, and Aldritch was being awoken to an unfavorable truth. The grin on his face was slowly fading as he realized that he was unable to control any blood within the being's body.

This time, in attempt to do the same thing, Aldritch stretched out one hand to have better control over his skill.

He pointed his palm towards the figure mid-air, drawing more concentration, but after another few seconds, he gave up, the earlier grin on his face completely gone and replaced with a more serious expression. His blood manipulation seemed to be completely ineffective against this foe. Being one of his most used skill against enemies, it certainly was a blow if one was to say he was reliant on it.

"It's like there's no drop of blood in that body of hers…" He said to himself almost under his breath.

Facing off against an enemy that could use telekinetic powers, there was only so much Aldritch could do if she decided to focus on that magic alone. He too could wield telekinesis through magic, but that was just about it, he's was too weak to be considered powerful, especially to another who could use it at such a level.

Now that he had been attacked, there was absolutely no reason not to fight back. Since he didn't have his sword with him, Aldritch drew out a good amount of blood from his blood bank, condensing it into solid form to create a sword. The amount of blood used to create the sword was at least 20 people's worth.

The sword made entirely of blood hovered before him, appearing in a deep red, a shade of maroon that felt deadly.

As though to test the sharpness, he grabbed the sword by the hilt and swung it on the trunk of the tree he crashed into, effortlessly sinking it into the tree's trunk, though, he didn't fall the tree, but a deep and clean cut mark was left behind.

Well, there was no way for the sword not to be that impressive, after all, this was something he had been practicing for a very long time, for times such as this. By now, he much preferred to use his blood sword rather than regular swords, more for aesthetics than effectiveness. Even then, the blood sword was every bit impressive, Aldritch invested a lot of time perfecting it.

Even though he had to create one every time he needed to use it, it's qualities maintained a certain degree of consistency.

Before he tried any other thing, Aldritch tried to use one of his most utilized skills which he had somehow become a master of.

Looking at the woman that kept staring at him, he didn't need to find any eye contact, it was already there. Even then, his mind compulsion didn't work, so did his telekinesis, none of them worked. Surely, an enemy catered specially for him it would seem.

Aldritch, faced against these seeming odds, couldn't help the wide grin that bloomed across his face. Even though he looked to be at a disadvantage, it was sort of a thrill to engage in such a fight.

'First, off, I need to get her down to even the playing field a little.' He thought to himself.

Since his skills were ineffective in that sense, there was only one other way to go about it, and that was through brute force and technique.

Pointing his free left hand to the ground, Aldritch created a gust of wind using wind magic, propelling his body into the air and towards his opponent. The improper positioning caused his body to spin towards one side, twisting his body several times in a particular choreographed manner.

Utilizing the same technique but at a much lesser intensity, he slowed his ascent slightly, once he reached the desired height he was aiming for.

From this height, he could see all around below, and that was perhaps the very indication that he might not be within the capital at all. The thought was brief as Aldritch refocused back on what was before him.

Surprisingly though, his enemy seemed to be absent minded, unresponsive and not even shifting the slightest bit to follow his movements, even though he had gone over her and was now positioned out of her line of sight and behind her.

'Too good to look, huh?' Aldritch said in his mind as the grin on his face resurfaced a little.

Using the same wind technique as before, he propelled himself with great speed towards the levitating woman, aiming his sword for her neck, as he planned to split her head from her body by severing the neck in one swing.

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Like a falling star, Aldritch accelerated towards his opponent in a mere second, swinging his blood sword precisely to harvest his opponent's head.

Surprisingly, the woman remained still as he approached and made contact, his sword going through her neck until it was half way, as he passed through with lightning speed. It was only at that moment when his sword was going to chop off the entire head that her entire body disappeared, leaving behind a faint dark smoke that faded immediately as Aldritch's sword continued through it.

'What the fuck?'