Supreme Harem God System

"Well…

No one will know if there is no one to tell, was it?"

The Vampire's smile widened, resembling a demon, then suddenly,

Burst

The woman burst into Blood Mist. This time, the Mist didn't stay concentrated; it spread across the battlefield. The crimson cloud enveloped every single Primordial present. Even Velcria and Tandris's Primordials weren't spared.

The five Primordials gulped as their eyes fell on the red mist.

Kaelgran didn't even dare to blink, let alone move. After all, he knew he was the rudest one among those mercenaries. If this woman decided to attack them, he would be the first target and…

Just seeing how desperately those Primordials were struggling, he had no intention of becoming a part of it.

"ATTACK HER!!"

The Leader screamed, swinging his own relic mindlessly, its energy tearing through the mist.

It made sense. The Blood Mist was a part of Aeliana's body. If he attacked it, it should somehow harm her as well. Not to mention his Relic carried the energy to hurt even a Transcendent. If she was hurt, it wouldn't be easy to recover, even for a monster like her.

What he didn't know, however, was the fact that the mist didn't get hurt from physical attacks. Relic or not, the mist would simply disperse when struck, before reassembling again.

The only way to actually handle the Mist was to trap it using one's energy. It was a commonly known method in Yrniel, but for beings in the Universe who didn't know about Vampires?

Aeliana was a nightmare.

She was everywhere.

She could materialize anywhere she wished to.

And as if her omnipresence wasn't terrifying enough, the blood spilled all over the battlefield began to rise in the air.

Hundreds of thousands of weapons—swords, spears, arrows—all made from crimson blood and filled with Aeliana's energy rose and filled the sky.

It was doomsday, the end of the world.

The Primordials stared at these weapons in horror. Then suddenly, they started pouring down relentlessly.

"DEFEND YOURSELF!!"

The Leader commanded, his voice cracking as he raised his relic to block the onslaught.

Weapons continued to rain down. His sword cut through the bigger ones, while his overwhelming energy crushed entire waves of these weapons, but…

It was all hopeless.

Blood was all there was in this place. For every weapon he destroyed, a dozen more replaced it.

His overwhelming energy felt insufficient.

"What the hell is happening!? How do we stop this!?"

He screamed out loud, asking for solutions from no one in particular.

Despair—deep despair and horror—had rooted itself in his mind.

Aeliana didn't allow even a second of rest. The moment his focus shifted, he was attacked by hundreds of thousands of weapons that had targeted him.

And it wasn't just him. His subordinates were all the same.

"Aaaaahhhh!!!"

One of the Primordials unleashed scorching flames, attempting to burn the mist, but the crimson fog simply formed itself again, and a spear pierced through his chest.

Crack Crack

Another created a barrier, but the sheer volume of blood weapons was so high that soon, cracks appeared all over the barrier, and it was overwhelmed.

One raised a shield, pushing the weapons back with his energy, but again, he was unable to deal with the weapons behind him.

Flicker

One of the Primordials, however, seemed to have found a way out.

Instead of using his flames to burn the mist, he decided to surround himself with the flames, burning every weapon that aimed at him automatically.

Another pointless effort, as his flames were quickly put out by the massive amount of blood that had surrounded him. No more flames could be conjured, and finally, the Primordial was submerged in a pool of blood, his body pierced through with countless blood weapons.

The Primordials were helpless. No matter what they did, they couldn't think of a way to get out of this.

In such situations, where defense was impossible, it was told to forget about defense and rush toward the attacker, gaining momentum.

In this case, however, Aeliana took even that option away from the Primordials since the enemies couldn't even locate her, let alone attack her.

"Aaaagggghhhh!!!

I will not die like this!!!"

Unable to take it anymore, one of the Primordials decided to abandon his allies and run away, completely disregarding any possible consequences, but…

That couldn't work either, as suddenly, the mist around him materialized—not into blood weapons, but Aeliana. She simply grabbed his neck while the thousands of blood weapons around him pierced his body, ending his life.

Yes, even escape wasn't possible.

The Primordials who tried to escape or were somehow able to resist the rain of weapons had to face Aeliana, making their resistance utterly pointless.

It was hopeless.

This wasn't a battle.

It was a massacre.

The Primordials couldn't win.

"Aaaaaggghhhh!!!!"

One by one, the Primordials fell, their bodies filled with cuts and bruises from all these weapons. Every single body that fell was pierced through with at least a hundred blood weapons.

It was mortifying and dreadful.

The Leader's eyes reddened in rage as he saw his subordinates.

"YOU BITCH!!!

Who are you!?

Why are you doing this!?"

He screamed.

Yes, he was at his wit's end. His body was barely keeping up. His proud relic still shined, but it couldn't do anything—it couldn't even attack the actual enemy.

The Leader's mind raced for a strategy, a way out, but in the end, after seeing his subordinates fall one after another, his mind gave in.

"WHAT DID WE DO TO YOU!?"

He screamed again, and hearing his question, Aeliana materialized in front of him and tilted her head with a frown.

"What's with all the sentiment?

You were just talking about a mass murder. Why are you making me the villain here?

I only killed 17 of you."

"I AM NOT DEAD YET!!"

The man screamed, slashing his sword again and again. The energy his relic released aimed to cut Aeliana into pieces.

The woman, however, simply turned into mist again and appeared behind him.

"Well, you are now."

Saying those words, the Vampire beheaded the Leader, ending the 'War.'