Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Draco watched in awe as his father, Michael, revealed his plan. "I'll head straight to the Royal Castle to hold back the king and prevent him from personally participating," Michael declared, his eyes gleaming with coldness.

Draco nodded, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. The confrontation with the king was a crucial moment, and Michael's decision to directly intervene showcased the depth of his commitment to their cause.

As Michael prepared to depart, he unleashed a spell that sent ripples through the very fabric of the sky.

"S-Rank Blood Spell: Infinite Blood Moon!"

Unlike Destinies, Vampire had a specialty called Blood Magic! They had energy called blood energy that they used to fuel blood spells. Blood spells are ranked F rank to SSS rank. It could be said that vampires are more versatile than destinies due to their comprehensive, systematic power system.

However, vampires only had one path while humans had seven (10 including the 3 lost paths).n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The day turned into night; the heavens were cloaked in darkness. Then, an artificial red moon materialized, casting an eerie glow upon the land. It was a spell known as Blood Moon, a potent enchantment that altered the very essence of the atmosphere.

Under the crimson-hued sky, a transformation unfolded among the vampires. They began to grow, their forms stretching and expanding until each stood ten meters tall. Draco, too, experienced this metamorphosis, feeling the surge of power coursing through his veins.

The vampires, now towering over their surroundings, regarded Michael with deep admiration. A collective voice echoed through the night, resonating with reverence, "All Hail Father! The Blood Monarch."

Draco joined in the chorus, the words laden with genuine respect and loyalty. Michael, in this moment, embodied more than just a leader. He was the Blood Monarch, a figurehead revered by the vampires for his strength, wisdom, and ego which made him reach his current realm.

As the vampires basked in the transformative effects of the Blood Moon, Draco couldn't help but marvel at the sight. The sky painted in shades of red, the colossal figures of his kindred, and the ominous moon above created a surreal tableau. It was a manifestation of their collective power and a visual proclamation of their readiness for the impending conflict.

"All Hail Father! The Blood Monarch," Draco repeated, his voice filled with pride.

"My children. I'm off..."

Draco's eyes followed his father, Michael, as he glanced at him and the 6000 vampires, his children, one last time. At that moment, Michael began to chant a spell, and the atmosphere around them shifted.

"As the crimson moon rises, shadows intertwine,

In the blood-soaked swamp, where destinies align.

The blood of the monarch weaves the threads of fate,

Through realms unseen, our enemies we shall abate."

"Echoes of power, a dance of the arcane,

Blood Swamp awakens, no mercy to feign.

Embrace shadows, a realm of abyss,

A river of blood, in darkness, we bliss.

Find your next adventure on empire

For I, the Blood Monarch, this spell I invoke.

In the heart of the swamp, our enemies shall choke."

It was the SS-rank Blood Spell known as "Blood Swamp."

A dark swamp materialized at Michael's feet, its murky depths seemingly bottomless. As he continued the incantation, the swamp began to writhe and surge, creating an otherworldly spectacle. With a final word, Michael was pulled down into the depths of the blood-infused quagmire, disappearing from sight.

Draco, standing amidst the vampiric legion, felt a mix of emotions. The departure of Michael, their revered leader and father, left a void that echoed in the hearts of each vampire present. However, Draco understood the necessity of Michael's sacrifice to hold back the king and prevent his direct involvement in the impending conflict.

As the last ripples of the Blood Swamp dissipated, Draco bowed his head in the place where his father had vanished. The swamp now lay dormant, a testament to the potent magic that had been wielded moments before. Draco then turned to address the assembled vampires, his voice carrying the weight of responsibility.

"Fellow children of the Blood Monarch," Draco began, "what you witnessed was a powerful Blood Spell, an SS-rank technique known as 'Blood Swamp.' This spell allows our father, Michael, to walk through the shadows and confront the king directly, preventing him from joining the battle."

The vampires listened intently, their eyes reflecting a mixture of admiration and concern. The departure of Michael left them with a sense of vulnerability, but Draco aimed to instill confidence and unity among his kin.

"Think of it as a form of teleportation through the essence of our blood," Draco continued, attempting to simplify the complex magical technique. "Father will step through the shadows, creating a diversion and ensuring the king remains occupied. Meanwhile, we, the children of the Blood Monarch, have our own roles to play in this upcoming confrontation."

Draco's gaze swept across the legion of vampires, and he could sense the anticipation and bloodthirsty aura radiating from them. They were bound by blood, loyalty, and a shared purpose. The impending battle was not just a conflict; it was a war for their dream to live on the surface.

"Let us stand united," Draco declared, raising his head. "Our father has paved the way for us. Now, we shall fulfill our roles and convert all the damned humans beyond the gate! For the Blood Monarch and the freedom of our kind!"

"For our kind!!" the three commanders and the entire legion shouted.

As the crimson moon hung low in the blood-stained sky, Draco, standing amidst the gathering of vampires, witnessed the breathtaking display of their collective power. The air crackled with energy as each vampire began to channel their unique blood spell, unleashing a symphony of arcane forces.

To Draco's left, a vampire named Elara, known for her adeptness in F-rank spells, conjured a Blood Ball. It materialized as a sphere of pulsating crimson energy, hovering above her outstretched palm. The ball emitted an eerie glow, its surface rippling like liquid, ready to be hurled at their foes with deadly precision.

On his right, a vampire named Seraphim engaged in the intricate incantation of a D-rank Blood Web. Threads of blood wove together in mid-air, creating an intricate lattice that stretches across the battlefield. The Blood Web acted as a trap, ensnaring anyone foolish enough to step into its invisible confines, restricting movement and draining their vitality.

As Draco surveyed his progeny, he smiled confidently as he saw a variety of spells being cast. Some vampires specialized in offensive spells, like the conjuration of Blood Spears or the devastating Blood Comet, while others excelled in defensive magic, forming protective barriers or summoning ethereal armor crafted from their own vitae.

In the distance, he noticed Viktor, a vampire with expertise in C-rank spells, beginning the invocation for Summon Blood Hound. A portal of swirling crimson energy materialized before him, and from its depths emerged a massive, spectral hound made entirely of coalesced blood. The creature exuded an aura of ferocity, its eyes glowing with an insatiable hunger.