Progenitor Vampire: I Have Many Skills!

Alice's dual swords disappeared from her hands while Matthew's sword returned to him.

The winds ceased, and the great tornadoes that had formed from their power disappeared. She seemed to deactivate all her power, but soon, she was surrounded by a strange, mystical energy.

Matthew saw his sword return to his hand and smiled.

'I guess I'll have to finish before she does. I can't miss that phase of hers, after all. It's the most interesting form I've seen in a long time.' Matthew smiled, remembering what Alice was about to do.

He looked ahead once more and looked at Charles Relish.

"If you want to witness one of the most powerful phases the vampire race will have, try to bear all my current power. You will be able to see how great the vampire race can be when they follow the right path."

Matthew moved his small sword/dagger forward and moved his free hand gently across it, causing it to become fully activated with his power.

"Of course, the premise is that you can withstand all my current power," said Matthew, smiling gently.

He suddenly raised his fingers towards an area full of debris, and suddenly, three bodies emerged from there and flew a few steps away from him. They seemed to be covered in a strange whitish energy, and, despite being alive, they were somehow unconscious.

When several of them saw them, they realized that they belonged to the group.

"Sirs!" some exclaimed, thinking that those three were already dead, but before they could react, Matthew appeared in front of the three.

"It's time to wake up from your beautiful nightmare, Leader Becker. I hope you understand the difference between us, although it won't really benefit you. Your life will soon be over, as will your son's and those of your envoys."

After smiling, the heads of the three, who seemed to be waking up, detached from their bodies in a simple movement and fell downwards, being pulled apart by gravity.

The screams of Becker's other members were not long in coming, but Matthew had already frozen everything around him.

"Frozen World." He whispered.

Suddenly, this single spell of power enveloped the world.

In the face of a frozen world like the Kingdom of Richter, a very different frozen world suddenly emerged, seeming to be ten times colder than the Kingdom itself. Moreover, it seemed to be covered in a terrifying mist that seemed to want to stop time. Even the stars and the distant great moons hid as if fleeing from this mysterious, frozen world.

For the first time in a long time, Matthew had been able to launch a Frozen World worthy of him, although he attached little importance to it.

In this place, everyone had suffered a slight momentary blindness, so he moved quickly towards the Becker people who were still here. They were his main enemies on the scene, so he had to kill them first.

Blood soon began to bathe this mysterious frozen world before his swift movements, but his enemies were not idiots.

They knew how to move, and they did so quickly so that the sound of swords began to resonate across the battlefield.

At the same time, and for the first time, King Richter swallowed his pride.

"All soldiers who hear my voice, use all the power you can muster and destroy this strange world! It is one of our enemy's powers, and it will weaken us as long as it is active!"

His cry echoed across a battlefield that, although he couldn't see, he knew was there. There was no way that all this was an illusory power.

And he was right.

The attacks and war cries echoed across the frozen world, causing Matthew to frown.

'An attack by hundreds of thousands of soldiers, eh... It certainly is dangerous,' he thought but kept his gaze fixed on his rivals, specifically Charles.

It didn't take him long to jump to one side and throw himself at one of the men who wanted to stop him, smashing his head and shooting off in the direction of where Charles was standing, trying to recover.

Suddenly, they were face-to-face again.

Charles was wounded, while Matthew's mental strength seemed to be slowly diminishing due to the continuous attacks on his domain.

Despite this, they stared at each other. One looked at the other with hatred, while the other looked at him with indifference.

Charles clenched his fists and angrily jumped forward, and numerous powerful threads attacked Matthew's body in an instant, from almost invisible threads to threads red with blood.

The attacks were powerful, so Matthew had to defend himself against them, but he soon noticed something when some of the attacks managed to hit him in various parts of his body, forcing him to retreat.

"Is it the blood?"

Charles laughed sinisterly. "Shit, if I have to use my blood to kill you, I will." He growled.

"Oh. So you've discovered new things about my Killer Threads. Not bad." Matthew smiled coldly. "Now I'm even more eager to get them back."

Matthew flew once more to meet Charles, who wrapped his fists in threads and seemed to envelop his whole body in threads, ready to attack. Then, his fist met Matthew's saint sword.

The clash of the swords shook the world as the saintly weapons clashed, making the rest of the attacks seem like mere background fighting.

The movements of these two were so fast and powerful that they caused the frozen world erected by Matthew to begin to shake, but Matthew seemed to have superior speed in this place, which quickly led Charles to a standstill and to the losing side.

'Shit. Even though I managed to hurt him, this damn bastard is too tough. Why do his wounds heal so fast? Shit!' His mind raged.

Suddenly, he let out a war cry, trying to comfort himself.

"HUAAAAAAAH!"

An evil, reddish energy suddenly surrounded his body.

'Will he use curses?' Matthew braced himself for powerful attacks, but what he saw were not curses.

Charles' strings seemed to get out of control as if they were attacking him, which caused everyone to be bathed in the potent blood of an Heir with Dietrich's lineage.

This caused the threads to glow with ferocity, and Charles, despite his injuries, didn't care and lunged at Matthew, wanting to attack him with all his claws.

"Die, you damned bastard!" he growled.