Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

With a swift motion, Petne shifted to the side, his movements fluid and calculated. The blood tendrils missed by mere inches, embedding themselves into the marble floor where he had been standing. The ground cracked under the impact, but Petne was already moving, his shadowy form dancing through the room as if he were a part of the darkness itself.

"Too slow," Petne said, his voice calm and collected.

Sanguine snarled, the blood tendrils retracting and splitting into dozens of smaller whips, each one lashing out in a chaotic storm of strikes. The room was consumed in a whirlwind of red as Sanguine's power unleashed its full fury.

CRACK!

A nearby bookshelf exploded into splinters as the blood tendrils tore through it, sending shards of wood flying. The chandelier above shattered, raining down glass as the mansion groaned under the pressure of Sanguine's elemental rage.

Petne deflected each attack with calculated precision, using the shadows to shield himself from the worst of the onslaught. But Sanguine was relentless. The vampire's fury grew with each second, his tendrils moving faster, striking harder, as the mansion itself began to buckle under the sheer force of their battle.

Alera watched from the sidelines, her eyes glowing with dark amusement. She had already summoned several dark specters to aid her, ghostly figures that moved in and out of the shadows, waiting for her command.

"You think you can hide behind your tricks?!" Sanguine roared, the blood tendrils converging on Petne once more, trying to trap him in their deadly embrace. "I've faced fallens and demons! You're nothing!" He roared

With a flick of his wrist, Petne shattered the nearest blood tendril with a pulse of void energy, the force sending a shockwave through the room. "I don't need tricks, Sanguine. You've already lost."

The statement only enraged the vampire further. Sanguine's entire body glowed red as more blood poured from his skin, forming an impenetrable armor of crimson around him.

His eyes burned with hatred as he hurled himself forward, his form becoming a blur of speed and violence.

The floor beneath him cracked, the sheer weight of his power tearing apart the very foundation of the mansion. With a furious cry, he leapt toward Petne, intending to end the fight with a single, devastating strike.

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At the last possible moment, Petne stepped forward, not away, and thrust his palm toward Sanguine's chest. Dark energy surged from Petne's hand, colliding with Sanguine's blood armor. The two forces met in a violent clash, the impact sending out a shockwave that shattered every remaining piece of glass in the room.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze as Petne's void energy began to unravel Sanguine's blood magic. The crimson tendrils weakened, their form destabilizing as the void consumed them.

Sanguine's eyes widened in shock. "No... this... can't be..."

Petne's voice was cold, his mask betraying no emotion. "You were never going to win."

With a final surge of power, Petne's energy overwhelmed Sanguine's defenses. The vampire was hurled backward, crashing through the remains of the wall and into the courtyard outside. The mansion groaned, the damage to its structure now irreparable as parts of the ceiling collapsed in on itself

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Outside, Sanguine lay amidst the rubble, his body bruised and battered. His blood magic flickered weakly around him, the once-formidable power now reduced to a mere shadow of its former strength. He struggled to stand, his mind reeling from the impact.

"Impossible..." Sanguine gasped, his voice weak. "I'm... Rank 12..."

Petne stepped out of the mansion's ruins, his shadowy form looming over Sanguine's broken body. The air was still, thick with the scent of blood and destruction.

"You were powerful yes I give you that," Petne said quietly, "but power doesn't matter when you've already lost your purpose."

Sanguine tried to raise his hand, to summon what little magic he had left, but Alera appeared beside him, her hand resting on his forehead. "It's over," she whispered, her eyes glowing with necromantic power.

Sanguine's body convulsed as dark tendrils of death magic seeped into him. His strength drained rapidly, the last remnants of his blood magic snuffed out as Alera's control took hold.

He let out a final scream of defiance, but it was already too late.

With one swift movement, Alera closed her fist, and Sanguine's life force was extinguished.

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As his body fell limp, Alera stepped back, her expression calm. She raised her hand, and the dark tendrils that had claimed Sanguine's life began to reanimate his corpse. His eyes, once filled with the crimson light of his blood magic, now glowed with the cold, dead light of necromancy.

"He's mine now," Alera said softly, watching as Sanguine's reanimated body knelt before her, bound to her will.

Petne Chaos watched for a moment, his mind already moving to the next phase of the plan. Sanguine was no longer a threat, and his role in the greater scheme had come to an end, sadly this soon!

"Let's go," Petne said, turning away from the broken mansion. "There's still much to do."

Alera nodded, her dark army following her as she and Petne disappeared into the night, leaving behind the wreckage of Sanguine's once-grand life. Your next read is at empire

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The next day, the news of Sanguine's resignation spread like wildfire. His sudden departure from Obsidian Mines shocked the business world, but no one questioned it for long. Within hours, a new CEO had been appointed, and the company began to stabilize. Meanwhile, rumors of Sanguine's death reached the vampire royal family.

They had no choice but to withdraw their remaining support, and soon, they quietly sold their shares in Obsidian Mines to avoid further scrutiny.

Pyris Obsidian, the CEO of Obsidian Tech, had won yet another battle in the shadows. But as Petne Chaos, he had delivered justice in the only way he knew how: swift, decisive, and absolute.

Sanguine's fall was just the beginning. Now, it was time to turn his attention to Sly Mines.

The real war was about to begin.

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