Wolf of the Blood Moon: A Blood Magic

Book 6: Chapter 25

Book 6: Chapter 25

Scarlet

With every single clash of our claws, planet after planet is destroyed. Whether it’s due to the shockwaves sent out or the Red Plague we manage to splatter everywhere. Leading to entire planets being devoured due to how massive our sizes are at the moment.

I try as hard as I can to steer the battle away from any inhabited planets, and end up being rather successful at that. Largely because we got lucky in this area of space being rather uninhabitable. Seeing as there’s not really any suns here. And the blackhole. Don’t forget the blackhole.

The biggest problem I encounter with our battle isn’t sparing sapient creatures though. It’s tearing away the Red Plague from the massive ball of Red Plague following us.

Since the dragon seems to be devouring some of it itself as well.

I let out a loud snarl as I back away out of nowhere, startling the dragon. Then I rush forwards head-first with my jaws wide open before latching them onto the dragon’s right arm. And immediately I feel Red Plague filling my mouth.

So I drink. And drink. And drink some more.

All while the dragon claws away at my side, tearing gashes through it that heal in mere moments.

Until it finally decides it has enough and grabs onto both of my shoulders, digging its claws with both arms into my flesh. Then just tears them in opposite directions, making my mind blank for a single moment before I reappear several hundred meters away naked in space and in my regular form, blinking in surprise.

And a little disgust at the sight of my own body torn in half in the dragon’s grasp.

That thing… actually killed me.

It… it really killed me.

I stare for several seconds before quickly transforming back into my quadrupedal beast form and return to my previous size again, startling the dragon with my sudden appearance. And without hesitation, I rush straight to it and latch onto the thing’s throat, trying hard to tear through its scales.

To my surprise though, unlike the scales on its arm, the scales on its throat won’t budge. Even when I use all of my strength.

Then the dragon regains its senses and stabs its claws into me again, ripping me apart once more. Making me reappear once again without clothes where more of my blood is located.

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I quickly make clothes over myself like usual as I narrow my eyes at the dragon. Of which is turning to look at me, growing more and more confused by the second.

This dragon is far stronger physically than I expected. If not for Blood Immortal, I’d be dead multiple times over by now.

I blink at that thought.

Well, technically I did die multiple times over the course of the battle. But that’s beside the point.

Also, I need to figure out how to revive myself while wearing clothes. Because that just won’t do if I’m anywhere near other people.

Then again, I’ll be reviving in the middle of a bunch of blood, and they likely won’t see anything before I can clothe myself.

But still. Some people might see something.

The dragon lets out a roar, spreading a massive wave of Red Plague out behind it. One that has me raising a brow.

You really want to fight that way, big guy? Really?

Against me?

I grow larger again myself while transforming into my beast form. Then I let a massive amount of Red Plague spread out from behind me, heading straight for the dragon’s own wave.

And the two clash at the center between us, sending out violent shockwaves containing Red Plague. But I begin to feel a tad nervous when I see strange red fractures in the space around us.

As if we’re just destroying reality around us in our fight.

Um, oops?

I look at it for a moment before deciding it’s fine and focusing on the dragon again.

My Red Plague seems to be winning out over the dragons by a longshot. And through the connected Red Plagues, I slowly begin to take control of the Red Plague it has under its own claws. Metaphorically speaking.

The dragon lets out a loud and rather unhappy growl. Clearly not liking how this is going.

Then it begins to flood out even more Red Plague.

Red Plague that I happily slurp up into my own like a nice little meal.

I transform back into my regular form with my usual outfit on and cross my arms with a smug look on my face. Just taunting the dragon because I can.

This battle is fun as hell.

I don’t think I’ve enjoyed a battle this much for a very long time. Not even that other dragon could keep up with me to this extent.

Although that other one was just a normal dragon. One without any experience since it was captured as an egg.

The dragon roars its rage out while pushing more and more Red Plague towards me. All of which I just gobble up and devour.

Eventually it gives up and takes all of what remains back in and tries to focus entirely on brute force strength instead. Which, while it does end up killing me a few more times since the thing really is physically stronger than I am, doesn’t amount to much.

Not when I just revive every time.

We go at it back to back, destroying one solar system after another. Leaving behind some, um, exploding stars in our wake. Ones that get too close to our battle.

And every time we get too close to sapient life, I steer us a different direction. Which doesn’t prove hard after I get the hang of it.

I just need to teleport to my blood in a different direction and the dragon goes chasing after me.

It’s like it’s being drawn to me.

Probably the Red Plague within me. Especially the parts that used to belong to that Red Plague planet it was living in.

Makes me wonder if it feels like I stole its territory or something.

Anyways, I’m not the only one who heals after each blow. The dragon does as well. Albeit not as quickly.

And its scales seem to get stronger and more durable the closer to its head I get.

Which clues me into the thing’s weak point.

I grin as my gaze narrows in on its head.

Time to see if a blow to the brain will kill it.