My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires - Chapter 769

Chapter 769: Fenrir. 2

After a roar that instilled a deep existential fear in the entire city and surrounding areas, Fenrir lunged toward Victor, his sharp fangs gleaming with lethal intent. However, Victor was prepared. He dodged the Wolf’s swift movements with supernatural grace. His fighting technique was a symphony of precise and fluid motions, perfectly combining with Fenrir’s fierce savagery.

Every punch and kick from Victor showcased impressive strength and skill. His fists, covered in blood-red Energy, struck Fenrir with overwhelming intensity.

Fenrir, on the other hand, was not an easy opponent to defeat. His remarkable agility and speed allowed him to evade many of Victor’s attacks. His claws tore through the air, sending waves of Energy toward his opponent. However, Victor responded with agile moves, skillfully dodging the strikes.

As the battle unfolded, an imposing Aura surrounded Victor. He seemed in perfect harmony with the blood-red Energy that enveloped him, becoming an intimidating and magnetic figure. His movements were calculated and precise, demonstrating a deep connection with the Natural strength flowing within him.

Fenrir, in turn, was a force of nature. His majestic and wild presence commanded respect and fear. His muscles contracted and moved with power and agility as he fought with fierce determination.

“Just… Just what am I seeing?” Tasha commented incredulously.

Tasha simply couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. Someone was fighting Fenrir on equal footing and completely unarmed!

Such a thought would have been impossible for her. The mere consideration of someone fighting Fenrir had never crossed her mind. After all, while he may be gentle to Tasha, the Wolf was still The Wolf of Ragnarok, the Being who, along with his brothers, would bring about the end of the reign of The Norse Gods.

“Even Thor wouldn’t be able to fight Fenrir without his trusty hammer or his complete armor.” The reason for this was simple: the claws of The Wolf of The End, as well as his fangs, were extremely dangerous. Just one bite or scratch could cause severe damage to the body.

“… This man, he fights like a Werewolf… No, he’s even more ferocious than a Werewolf. He’s like a God of War who revels in the conflict he causes.” Hassan evaluated.

Maya watched the battle between Fenrir and Victor with a mixture of admiration and forbidden excitement, her eyes fixed on the Demon King while a variety of emotions flowed within her.

The admiration Maya felt for Victor was undeniable. She marveled at his relentless courage, his fighting ability, and the way he faced seemingly impossible challenges without backing down. Every powerful and precise move from Victor sparked a deep sense of respect in Maya, captivating her with his unwavering strength and determination.

However, there was something more to Maya’s admiration. A forbidden excitement, an attraction that transcended the boundaries imposed by reason and logic. She felt magnetized by Victor’s Power, his imposing presence, and his enigmatic aura. It was an excitement that pushed her to the edge of the unknown, a flame that burned intensely within her.

Maya knew these feelings were dangerous. She was aware of the consequences of allowing herself to be drawn to him, of surrendering to the forbidden excitement that surrounded him. However, this awareness only heightened the glow of this forbidden attraction, amplifying its intensity.

“…He is…” Maya swallowed hard as if she were very thirsty. “He is incredible.”

While her bright celestial blue eyes remained fixed on Victor, Maya struggled internally to control these conflicting emotions. She knew she couldn’t let herself be distracted by the forbidden excitement and that she had to focus on the situation at hand. But it was a difficult battle, as Victor continued to fight with overwhelming strength and presence that drove her instincts wild. She wanted that man for herself right now.

“Maya, you can’t. That action will jeopardize the stability of your Clan,” Tasha spoke the harsh reality.

Maya nodded. “I know… I know, but…” She rubbed her legs together seductively, biting her lip and staring fixedly at Victor.

“It’s hard to resist.”

“I understand… I truly do.” Although Tasha wasn’t as intertwined with her animal side, she was still a woman who liked strong men. Seeing Victor, someone she had developed a certain interest in during these few days together, fighting on equal terms with the Being she respected the most ignited a fire of desire within her.

The attacks and counterattacks between Fenrir and Victor unfolded in an impressive sequence of swift and precise movements. Each strike delivered was accompanied by a deafening boom, echoing through the forest and engulfing the spectators in a frenzy of emotions they couldn’t truly explain.

Fenrir charged with his wild fury, his sharp claws seeking to tear Victor’s skin. However, the Demon King dodged with supernatural agility, his movements fluid and precise, evading the Wolf’s attacks.

In response, Victor unleashed a series of powerful strikes. His fists, covered in blood-red Energy, collided with Fenrir’s fur, creating Energy explosions that destroyed everything around them. Each impact was accompanied by a guttural roar from the beast and a sadistic, amused smile on Victor’s face.

As the battle between Fenrir and Victor unfolded, the brute force and unleashed Energy from their powerful attacks began wreaking havoc on the surrounding forest environment. Giant trees were uprooted, while branches and leaves were tossed into the air like confetti in a furious storm.

Each blow dealt by Fenrir made the ground tremble, cracking the earth and creating craters. The impact of his powerful paws caused fissures in the ground, extending like winding veins. The Wolf of Ragnarok left a trail of destruction wherever he went, an indelible mark of his fury and Power.

On the other hand, Victor was not far behind. His punches and kicks, charged with blood-red Energy, left a path of devastation in their wake. Shockwaves rippled through the air, toppling smaller trees like twigs and creating a turbulent airflow.

The wind howled, mingling with the roars of the beast and the grunts of Victor, creating a chaotic and eerie symphony. The forest, once a sanctuary of serenity and life, was being transformed into a battlefield, a scene of chaos and destruction.

Waves of Energy collided with the lush vegetation, tearing through the air and igniting trees, turning them into blazing torches. The crackling of flames blended with the sounds of collisions and impacts, creating a terrifying spectacle.

The animals that once inhabited the forest fled from their homes, their voices echoing in despair. Birds took flight in flocks, while mammals ran in search of shelter. The serene and peaceful environment that once reigned in the forest had been replaced by utter devastation.

In the epicenter of the battle, Fenrir and Victor fought with all they had, disregarding the consequences their fury brought upon the surrounding environment. Each charge, each blow struck, left its mark on a landscape that was rapidly being transformed into a desolate scene.

As destruction enveloped the two fighters, Victor and Fenrir remained at the center of the chaos, staring intensely at each other. In Victor’s eyes, a clear respect shone, mixed with an almost manic pleasure. His face was a mix of ecstasy and satisfaction, an expression bordering on madness.

“HAHAHAHA!”

Victor’s laughter echoed through the area, filling the air with a tone of insanity. It was a loud and shrill laughter, loaded with uncontrollable excitement. His hands pressed against his stomach as if the pleasure of the battle completely dominated him.

For Victor, this battle was more than just a physical confrontation. It was an ecstasy that brought him a sense of Power and freedom. He reveled in the destruction around him, in the roar of the beast, and in the deadly dance he and Fenrir performed.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins, fueling his warrior spirit. Every exchange of blows with Fenrir was a source of pleasure, an explosion of emotions that transcended normal limits. This fight was his playground, a place where he could showcase his strength and dominate his adversaries.

Amidst his maniacal laughter, Victor felt alive like never before. It was as if the battle gave him a sense of purpose, of meaning. He longed for the challenge, for the confrontation with a Legendary Beast like Fenrir, for it held a deep significance to his existence.

“That’s what I’m talking about!”

“The feeling of fighting a worthy opponent is incredible.” Victor looked up at the sky with an expression of ecstasy.

“That’s a statement I can agree with you on, Demon King – I mean, Victor Alucard.” The majestic voice of The Wolf of The End resounded all around.

His gaze returned to Fenrir, and the smile he gave sent a foreboding feeling to Tasha and Maya. As two warriors, they knew that the previous confrontation between Victor and Fenrir was just a warm-up for both of them.

“If this fight continues… the damage around us would be immeasurable.” Maya started to break into a cold sweat. She wanted to stop the fight right now, but… how could she do that?

In the presence of The Wolf of Ragnarok and the powerful Demon King, she was insignificant.

This was a battle that no one could stop.

Fenrir closed his eyes slightly and stretched as if he had been asleep for a long time. Powerful cracking sounds were heard all around.

“Ah~… I feel alive again.” Sounds of satisfaction were heard around. Fenrir shook himself a little, like a wet dog, and soon all the dust came off his fur, leaving it noticeably shinier.

“Seems like you’ve missed moving around naturally, my friend,” Victor said.

“Indeed…” Fenrir looked at Victor. “Thanks to that annoying curse, I had to stay still in one place for quite some time, something I’m not used to.”

“Mhmm – Hmm.” Victor nodded. “Being debilitated is never a good thing, especially for those of us who enjoy fighting.”

A smile appeared on Fenrir’s animalistic face. “Indeed.”

Fenrir’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of challenge and excitement. The fight against Victor had awakened an insatiable hunger for more action, more confrontation in his wild nature. The Wolf of Ragnarok longed to test his limits, to challenge his own strength against Victor’s formidable force.

Victor, on the other hand, stared at Fenrir with an expression of pure excitement. His sadistic smile remained plastered on his face, revealing an almost unhealthy pleasure for the battle that lay before them. The blood-red Energy continued to pulsate through his body, fueling his thirst for combat.

“Are you ready for more, Fenrir?” Victor taunted, his voice filled with dangerous enthusiasm. “Let’s continue this dance, this symphony of man and beast!”

Fenrir growled in response, his paws moving with impressive agility. He prepared for the next attack, his celestial blue eyes fixed on Victor. A burning determination shone in his gaze, an unrelenting thirst to prove his strength and superiority.

The two opponents charged at each other, engaging in a whirlwind of strikes and evasions. Every movement was swift and lethal, each attack charged with the wild Energy of two beasts vying for supremacy.

The earth trembled beneath their feet as they exchanged powerful blows. The impact of their fists and claws created shockwaves that reverberated through the surroundings, raising clouds of dust and debris. Colossal trees were uprooted, collapsing under the fury of the battle.

The forest transformed into a chaotic scene of destruction, with debris flying through the air and flames dancing among the wreckage. The roar of the elements mixed with the roars of Fenrir and the insane laughter of Victor creating a deafening cacophony.

“HAHAHAHA, that’s it! More, more, more!”

Maya and Tasha watched the fight with a mixture of admiration and concern. The magnitude of the destruction around them was daunting, yet they couldn’t help but be fascinated by the intensity of the battle. The conflicting feelings within Maya grew, fueled by forbidden excitement and a burning desire to be in Victor’s place.

Meanwhile, the battle between Fenrir and Victor reached a boiling point. Their movements became faster and fiercer, their onslaughts more intense and relentless. Both were willing to push beyond their limits, risking everything to prove their superiority.

The imposing Aura surrounding them grew with each passing moment, enveloping them in an uncontrollable halo of Power. The ground shook under the impact of their blows, and the atmosphere vibrated with the electricity of their fight. It was as if the world around them teetered on the brink of collapse, framing the epic clash between The Demon King and The Legendary Beast.

Suddenly, the two warriors separated from each other. Fenrir roared at Victor, and from that powerful roar, a White Power emanated from his mouth.

ROAAAAAAAR!

Victor’s eyes widened, his instincts screamed danger, and without thinking, Red Lightning enveloped his body as he swiftly dodged the attack.

As Victor fell to the ground and gazed upon the destruction wrought by Fenrir’s roar, a cold sweat ran down his back, and an even more intense excitement gleamed in his eyes.

The reason for this?

That attack from Fenrir completely erased everything in its path. Yes, erased. Everything was deleted from existence as if it had never existed in the first place.

“What a dangerous Power…” Victor looked at Fenrir and could see the smile on the beast’s face, a face that seemed to say, ‘How about that? Cool, right?’ Fenrir was like an excited child showing off their favorite toy to a friend.

“Pfft… HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Victor laughed even more, this time purely out of amusement. The fact that a beast feared by all had the sense of humor of a child was highly entertaining for Victor. After all, he was similar to Fenrir himself.

“Yeah, that was really cool.” He couldn’t help but say.

Fenrir snorted with pride.