Wolf of the Blood Moon: A Blood Magic - Book 3: Chapter 72: Disappointment

Scarlet

The particular plague I decide to give the spider is one that debilitates their thinking. It makes them sluggish, with their thoughts becoming unclear, and parts of their body feeling like they’re wading through mud instead of freely moving as they are.

A rather useful plague that affects only his mind through their brain and their nervous system.

And while this thing might not have blood, he does have a brain and nerves. So the plague seems to set hold as the guy starts to stumble slightly after he finishes his transformation, letting out an irritated hiss.

I grin at that before deciding why not and using Blood Boil to no avail.

Yeah, didn’t expect that to work.

I use Life Drain after that, which does work, along with summoning my Blood Shadow, making me let out a grunt as the blood and shadows are taken from me. But Blood Regeneration soon takes care of it thanks to the amount of blood needed having significantly reduced for Blood Shadow as it leveled, along with the speed of Blood Regeneration’s blood regen going up. Not to mention life drain doing its work to heal me.

A green aura begins to surround the spider, but I don’t let it do whatever it was planning as I set up a null magic field around it, making it blink in surprise when the aura suddenly shrinks.

Without a hint of hesitation, I finish off my preparations by using Blood Chains on it and Blood Armor on myself, covering my own armor with hardened blood that I then use Blood Metallization on to turn into blood metal while the spider is covered in chains of the same.

I grin, happy that I managed to find this particular use of the skill, even if I don’t consider it Blood Metallization itself but rather a combination of the skills.

Then I sprint forwards at the shocked, confused, and bound spider before taking advantage of its surprise to rake my claws straight across the three-meter-long pitch black spider’s face. Only to realize that the thing is weaker than I thought as my metallicized blood claws covered hands quite literally rip into the thing’s face with ease, leaving me blinking in awkward silence after the demon’s corpse hits the ground.

{Level 252 Mummified Shadow Weaver defeated.}

Uh… huh? I was hoping for a satisfying battle…

“Scarlet, you do remember that you’ve been hunting demons upwards of seventy or so levels above you on the hunting islands in the Bloody Duchy, and that this demon was actually a lower level than you, right?” Tar asks, sounding slightly patronizing.

Uh… yeah, I guess you’re right.

“To level up as fast as you did to get to Class III, you’re going to have to find a place somewhere that is as good a hunting grounds as the blood lycan’s personal hunting grounds that you were using,” Tar says while appearing in the air and trying to sit on my shoulder again, only for me to avoid him to his displeasure. But he doesn’t stop talking, “And finding a place as good as that will be hard. Most of them will also already be claimed by other demons, meaning you’re going to have to either fight for the right to use them or just show your crest and get in that way.”

Ugh. And I doubt I’ll be able to fight whatever Nobles are using them to train their children.

“Probably not,” Tar comments before disappearing again, apparently deciding he has no reason to be here physically if he can’t use me as a means of transportation.

I use Beast Form again, transforming back into what the lycan’s call their lycan form. Which is just our regular form. Then I turn to look at one of my stalkers, err, bodyguards as I ask, “Do you know of any hunting grounds as good as the one I was going to in the Bloody Duchy?”

This time Juliette appears and answers, “While they aren’t as good as our hunting grounds, I do know of some hunting grounds of high enough quality for you to use. But they will take several hours of you running at your fastest speed to reach, and you’ll have to talk with the demon clans who own them.”

Ugh.

Guess the hunting grounds of that quality won’t be uncontrolled after all. Not even by a regular Noble. Only under demon clans control.

That’s a pain.

I can’t help but frown as I turn to stare up at the ceiling. But then I look at Juliette again as I ask, “What clans near us control them? Or do all the clans control a hunting ground of quality close to ours?”

A faint smile stretches across her face, likely at the term ‘ours’ that I used, but I ignore it when she answers, “All of the clans control hunting grounds that are usually restricted to their clan alone, but they are all also required to allow the royal family access to them whenever they would like. So you can use any of them as you please. Although I suggest you not overuse them. Especially if you go to the oni clan’s hunting grounds.”

Right. The oni’s Wrath could end up overpowering their respect for me if I do that, and I’d rather not die via angered oni.

Best not to test them.

And the idea of going to the succubi’s territory is kind of disturbing.

“Why’s that?” Tar asks, sounding genuinely curious.

From what I’ve heard of the succubi, there are some of them that do act flirty even if the majority of them don’t. After all, saying that none of the creatures are lustful by nature is like saying no human being is lustful.

Just that the succubi are worse. And the thought of one of them hitting on me sends shivers down my spine.

Even if I have to go to the kitsune to avoid them, I will.

“Hmm,” Tar hums, “understandable.”

Overall it’s basically a decision of possibly risking getting killed if I piss the oni off too much, risking a succubi or two making very suggestive moves on me and making me incredibly uncomfortable, or dealing with the kitsune’s playfulness, pranks, and treating me like a child. And while it will get annoying having them try to play with me like I’m a child, it’s better than the alternatives.

I just hope I can avoid interacting with them too much.