The System Of A Vampire - 154 Confusion Continues

‘What the Fuck. . . .’ thought Draig not understanding what he had done to receive this kind of look from a stranger.

“I found you at last, you little lecher. To lay hands upon the Granddaughter of one revered as a God, do you wish for death” called Lord Asura like some sort of Hero of Justice.

Draig in his hybrid form couldn’t form the proper expression to react to the accusation nor the lunacy of the situatioin, that is until he realized what was said and cast a look to Chidori as he realized this girl had in fact told her Grandfather that he had groped her.

Chidori however was in a state of complete shock as she was hugged by the man she knew as Grandfather, this was the person who was harder on her than anyone else even demons but now here he was like she was a precious flower. The situation didn’t fit anything she knew about this person, it was concerning to say the least but she didn’t know how to respond as she held a healthy fear of the man.

“Who laid hands on who you loon” called Draig outraged, he was scared of this person indeed but it wouldn’t be the first time that he had fought an opponent far beyond his reach.

Lord Asura heard the words the Thousand armed figure became clearer revealing it to be a thousand armed Buddha, this was the Avatar of a supreme existence. The old man meant business apparently but Chidori held in his arms seemed as if she wasn’t used to this type of contact which was something analyzed by Draig.

Draig took a second to regain himself after his outburst, the situation had gotten the best of him and made him act out of character for a brief moment.

“Why are you accusing me of laying hands on your Granddaughter” asked Draig simply though he knew the reason to be because Chidori had told him so but it never hurt to be clear.

“Are you saying my Chidori is a liar. . .” roared Lord Asura as his nostrils flared like an enraged bull.

“I am saying she has mixed up the facts, I would never grope her” answered Draig realizing that his words sounded offensive only after speaking.

Lord Asura heard the what Draig had said and seemed to visibly become more agitated.

“Would never Grope her, are you saying my Granddaughter is ugly. Do you wish to be slapped to death” called Lord Asura.

Draig felt the pressure around him intensify as the aura surrounding Lord Asura’s Avatar thicken, it was at this moment that a voice he had been curious about entered his mind.

‘So this bastard thinks that little wench is good enough for the Heir of Feratu. . . To threaten my bloodline. . . .’ growled the Founder as his Avatar came into existence over Draig without the need for a sword.

Lord Asura saw this and took it as a threat as his Avatar began to become active however he froze as he caught sight of the Founder sinking his teeth into the Spliced man Avatar that had belonged to Splice mouth. The Founder’s feeding was quite a bit different from Draig’s as the man known as Feras Tullani visibly bit chunks out of the Splice man until there were no remnants and that’s when something shocking happened.

“You dirty bastard, fancy yourself a god? I have experience with real ones, threatening my grandson. There isn’t an existence out there that would do so in my presence” spoke the Founder as his figure solidified and actually touched the ground causing Draig’s eyes to widen as well as those present.

“What the hell kind of trick is this you brat” demanded Lord Asura switching his gaze towards Draig.

“Don’t look at him, this is all me you filthy mortal wretch. You want to accuse my brat of groping and find trouble when he says she ain’t worth groping, you think that girl is good enough for my heir” spoke the Founder in a gravelly voice.

Lord Asura heard the words of the Founder and found himself becoming enraged at the defiance.

“Stay off to the side Chidori, Grandpa’s got to handle some business” grunted Lord Asura as his form began to change as he grew taller and his aura intensified, thousands of hands grew from his back and he took on the form of a Buddha.

The Founder didn’t back down and merely sneered at the transformation, he was Feras Tullani. He was the ruler of an era, the Founder of the strongest race. His bloodline bred conquerors, the sound of his name would force people into a panic just upon it’s mention. He felt degraded as he watched this human actually dare stand up to him.

“You transformed, that’s cute. Let’s see if you get the honor of seeing me transform” mocked the Founder as he disappeared from his position and hit Lord Asura forcing the God like existence backwards as his eyes widened due to the force of the strike.

Chidori at the side felt her eyes widen as she watched the man she had recognized as an immortal get knocked away easily.

“Seems you aren’t much, then again what should I expect from your weak little human body” mocked the Founder.

Lord Asura rose from the crater where he had landed and seemed relatively fine as he narrowed his eyes at the Founder.

Draig however felt his connection with the Founder’s Avatar become severed which had in a state of shock, the Founder’s Avatar was his last hope if he wished to continue studying as a Deva. However he quickly began thinking of a few theories.

Did this mean the Founder had returned to the land of the living?

Was he now incapable of using any Avatar’s besides his brush which was useless without his Mana to act as Ink?

Draig was in a dilemma but couldn’t bring his eyes from the battle unfolding before him, it was the first time he actually got to see the might of the Founder. As he continued to watch he realized he couldn’t even follow the strikes let alone their movements.

While Draig was trying to keep track of the battle Lord Asura smirked as the Thousands of Hands forming a semi circle behind him began to push outward towards the Founder with devastating force.

‘You already made me waste that emergency supply of energy for this, I better give you a good warning or else the brat won’t be safe from you. . . .’ thought the Founder as he visibly removed his Armor, it was only now that Draig was noticing that the armor the Founder wore was different from that he had been wearing when he had met him.

Where as the old armor Draig had known him for was red and smelled of blood this armor was blacker than the night sky and it seemed it’s weight was beyond comprehension as it caused visible craters when it landed on the ground.

Soon Draig realized that the frail old body the Founder should have possessed wasn’t scrawny and on the verge of failing like it had been in his old world. . . .

‘He was at his end at that time. . . .’ thought Draig as he recalled how severely beaten he was without the ability to fight back, having been forced to eat his own limbs instead of rations.

Suddenly a series of sonic booms rang out and Lord Asura visibly winced evertime one occured forcing him to pull back his one thousand hands revealing the reason for his pain.

“That’s another thing I despise about your kind, your bodies are so weak and flimsy. It’s humiliating to bring myself to fight you when you break so easily” spat the Founder as he looked at the hands that had their fingers bent at odd angles while other’s were completely mangled.

‘He’s a monster. . . .’ thought Draig witnessing the unstoppable strength behind the Founder.

“Still think that little wench is good enough to be allowed into my gene pool, do you still have the arrogance to think such absurdities.” asked the Founder staring at Lord Asura who grit his teeth showing a bit of his original personality.

“You think I’m finished with just this, you’re the one who is arrogant. Calling a fight when it has only just begun” laughed Lord Asura as the hands healed and a mighty power began to emanate from the Apex Deva.

The Founder snorted in amusement for only a second before one of those hands shot forward once again and actually left a bruise upon that invincible figure causing him to raise one of his eyebrows in surprise.

Lord Asura however felt himself jump back in fright after witnessing the level of damage done, only a Bruise was left after using his Divine hand technique. What kind of Monster was this person to take that kind of hit and still be okay, unfortunately the Founder was in fact a supreme existence only one being had ever had the right to toy with him.

“Do you wish to see my strongest attack now?” asked the Founder as if sensing Lord Asura’s anxiety.

‘Absolute Strongest. . .’ thought Draig as he seemed to look at himself and compare his current ability to that of the Founder.