Chương 6: One man army 2
It was as though an invisible force was pressing them against the ground. Standing before the defenseless soldiers was the source of their distress: Lord Vladimir the First. His hands swept wide, as if embracing his own magnificence.
"I am the 6th seat on the Council of Vampires," he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. "The second strongest vampire alive. And you think you can take me down with this paltry number of humans?"
His gaze scorned the soldiers, his eyes gleaming with superiority. The invisible force held them pinned, helpless against the might of the vampire liege.
Just as Lord Vladimir began to revel in his superiority, a missile streaked through the night sky, The missile hurtled towards him with deadly precision, its trajectory unwavering.
With a swift and graceful motion, Vladimir caught the missile in mid-air, his hand closing around it like a vice. He threw it back with incredible force, and the projectile hurtled towards the fighter jet that had fired it. The missile struck its target with precision, destroying the ship in a blaze of flames.
Before he could even catch a breather, a swarm of fighter jets burst into the sky, their lights blazing like stars in the darkness. They converged on Vladimir, their weapons locked onto him like a deadly embrace.
"Yes!!!! Your resistance will only make dipping my fangs through you taste better" he shouted at the swarm of jets above, a wide smile was plastered on his face.
With a swift and graceful motion, Lord Vladimir caught the first missile in mid-air, his hand closing around it like a vice. He threw it back with incredible force, and the projectile hurtled towards the fighter jet that had fired it. The missile struck its target with precision, destroying the ship in a blaze of flames.
Before the other jets could even react, Vladimir had burst forth, his speed and agility allowing him to dodge and weave between the incoming projectiles. his movements a blur as he avoided the hail of missiles and gunfire.
Gathering energy into his legs he bent down to gain more momentum and with a burst of speed, Vladimir launched himself high into the night sky, his body a blur as he soared upwards. He ascended with incredible agility, dodging and weaving between the incoming missiles and gunfire.
As he rose, he reached out with his hand, his fingers closing around a missile hurtling towards him. He snatched it from the air, his grip like a vice, and hurled it back at the jet that had fired it. The missile struck its target with precision, destroying the jet in a blaze of flames.
Lord Vladimir continued his aerial dance, his movements a whirlwind of speed and grace as he dived through the flames, his body twisting and turned with an impossible flexibility. He latched onto the backside of one of the jets, his feet landing on the metal surface with a loud clang.
Without hesitation, he began to walk forward, his footsteps echoing off the jet's hull.
As he reached the cockpit, he reached out with his hand, his fingers closing around the canopy. With a swift motion, he ripped it open, exposing the pilot inside.
The pilot's eyes widened in terror as Vladimir's hand closed around his throat, lifting him out of the cockpit. The vampire's eyes blazed with fury as he snarled, "You're not so powerful when it hiding behind your machines are you?" And with a swift motion, he snapped the pilot's neck, ending his life.
Lord Vladimir tossed the pilot's body aside and grasped the jet's fuselage with both hands. With a mighty roar, he wrenched the jet in two, its metal screams echoing through the night. The wreckage plummeted to the ground, a burning meteorite that illuminated the dark sky.
In the same motion, Lord Vladimir launched himself at the next jet, his body a blur as he closed the distance. He snatched it out of the sky, his hand closing around its fuselage like a giant claw. He crumpled the jet like paper, its wreckage plummeting to the ground as well.
The remaining jets continued to fire at him, but Lord Vladimir was relentless, his movements a blur as he took out the jets one by one.
Moving forward, he latched onto another jet and was making his way down to the front again.
But Another jet fired its guns not letting him get too close, the bullets streaming towards Vladimir like a hail of deadly rain. He was too fast, swerving side to side, he avoided the rounds with ease. He reached out, his hand closing around the jet's wing, and ripped it from the sky. The jet spun out of control, its engines screaming in protest, before crashing to the ground, he flung the wing in his hand straight for the other jets engine.
The night sky was filled with the sounds of explosions and crashing jets, as Vladimir single-handedly took down the entire squadron.
As Lord Vladimir's attention was focused on taking down the fighter jets, his concentration on the invisible force holding the soldiers wavered. The psychic grip that had pinned them to the ground relaxed, and the soldiers suddenly found themselves free to move once more.
They scrambled to their feet, taking advantage of the reprieve to regroup and reassess the situation. Their eyes darted towards Vladimir, and they stared in awe as he wrecked every single aircraft.
As the last jet crashed to the ground, Vladimir descended back to earth, his eyes gleaming with triumph. But the soldiers were waiting for the moment he would land. The instant his feet touched the ground, "FIREEE!!!!" The grand Marshall roared at them and they unleashed a hail of gunfire, firing every weapon at their disposal.
The air was filled with the deafening roar of bullets, a cacophony of sound that echoed through the night. The soldiers knew how fast he was and they aimed to overpower Vladimir's supernatural speed with sheer volume, hoping to pin him down beneath the onslaught.
Seeing this, Vladimir couldn't help but smile, and with a swift gesture, he raised his hand. A dark energy field materialized around him, its surface rippling like liquid. The shield took on a gruesome texture, as if it were crafted from congealed blood, and it glowed with a deep, eerie red light. The bullets ricocheted off its surface, unable to penetrate its defenses. The shield seemed to pulse as though it had a life of its own.
"You still don't get it, do you?" Vladimir sneered, his voice low and menacing.
"You think your petty weapons and feeble strategies can take down the great Vladimir?"
"I have witnessed empires rise and fall, I have MADE emipires rise and fall."
"You, on the other hand, are nothing but insignificant insects, fleeting and weak."
"Your attempts are futile, and your resilience an act of disrespect to me"
"You will bow before me, serve me, worship me... and I will make sure of it,"
Vladimir's red eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he licked his lips, his fangs glinting in the light.
"I will enslave you all, body and soul, and you will tremble at the mere mention of my name."
Vladimir's hand formed a intricate gesture, his fingers weaving a complex pattern in the air. As he spoke the words "Blood Arts; Mental Devastation", his eyes gleamed with malevolent intensity. A dark, crimson energy emanated from his hand, like a shadowy aura.
The soldiers, already shaken by Vladimir's display of power, were suddenly hit with a barrage of illusions. Their minds were flooded with vivid, terrifying visions, as if their deepest fears and darkest memories had come to life. The illusions were so real, so intense, that the soldiers' minds struggled to distinguish reality from fantasy.
Their thoughts were consumed by panic, fear, and despair, as they relived their worst nightmares. Their bodies responded as if the visions were real, their hearts racing, their breathing quickening, and their minds reeling. One by one, they collapsed to the ground, their consciousness overwhelmed by the sheer brutality of the illusions.
As the last soldier fell, Vladimir's spell was over, and the dark energy faded.
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