Marvel DxD: The New Sorcerer Supreme

After being assured that God would be fine, only then did I sigh in relief.

"Now child, just like what you said, those children of mine are making their move, so I don't have much time to waste, I need to get Michael and the others ready." With a pat on my head, God bid his farewell and disappeared in a flash of light.

"Goodbye…" I waved my hand at no one.

With a sigh of relief, I left my room.

At least this way, God should be aware of the plan against him and must have some kind of plan in mind.

Once I was outside, my eyes turned to my two little disciples, training hard to satisfy their master, which was me.

'Maybe I should go and practice too.' I muttered to myself after a moment of contemplation.

It's been a while since I improved my strength as I spent most of my time expanding my knowledge about magic and such from the Norse Elves.

Now that I almost learned everything there is to learn from them, it's time to focus more on myself and what I have.

Which is the Demonic Energy and to improve them.

"Last time, I managed to improve by putting myself in a life-and-death situation but now, I'm not sure if the same thing will work." Then I recalled the book I read from Sitri's library.

It was stated in the book that aging is one of the easiest ways to improve Demonic Energy, considering how Devils are practically said to have ten thousand years of lifespan even though it hasn't been proven yet since no devil has died of old age yet.

However, this passive increase is quite a bit slow for my taste. Not to mention, I don't plan to stay idle for thousands of years.

Who knows when this world will face a great catastrophe and I will die due to being weak

I don't want to rely on something like this.

Maybe I should try the same method again, putting my life at risk and coming out alive. I'm not sure if it'll work again but Serafall managed to climb to Ultimate-class through this method.

Now, the only question left is, how?

It's not like I can just go around the world, challenging beings far stronger than me, and expect to come out alive, right?

Not to mention, I don't want to be known as someone who provokes people without any reason.

If possible, I want to be provoked first and be given a reason to fight back.

Unfortunately, there are no opportunities for such things to happen yet, so I could only resort to manual training instead.

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"Are we there yet?" Sitting on a prestigious carriage filled with luxury and gold, a pale man with scarlet red eyes sat with a bored expression.

"Yes, Lord Dam-I mean, Lord Dracula. The village where the Elder and his son perished is just a few kilometers away from us." An older man with wrinkles that tells his long age and experience, spoke with a respectful manner.

Despite having a tone of reverence, the eyes say otherwise as the old man knew that by proceeding with what the wannabee Dracula in front of him.

Sure Lord Dracula, or previously known as Damien Tepes is the current head of the Tepes faction, but that is only because he is the grandson of the true Dracula's granddaughter, hence why he succeeded on the throne.

In front of the old vampire's eyes, there are far many vampires in the Tepes faction that are stronger and more capable than the child in front of him.

For example? Himself, of course!

Even though he doesn't possess the blood of the Tepes family he has been loyal to the family ever since the true Dracula was still alive.

As a matter of fact, he's the most loyal servant of Count Dracula and currently the strongest vampire after his death.

Unlike him, Damien Tepes was nothing more than a failure, the only reason he wanted to go against what the previous head had said about blindly attacking other races that the Elders had been supporting, was because he wanted to curb his ego, to satisfy himself despite knowing the fact that he lacked true strength and could only rely on his blood relation to Tepes family to make himself matter in the faction.

If it wasn't for the old vampire's loyalty to those who sat on the throne, he would've long slit Damien's throat and feed his remains to their enemy werewolves.

The smart ones are the only one who knows that this expedition that Damien has started would risk the entire Tepes faction's existence.

With the church being so active and without their true leader, Dracula. A single Archangel is enough to obliterate them all.

'Maybe I could escape if that happens but that would just put a shame on my back.'

"A few kilometers? Good! Then tell the others to hurry up and bring me there already. You already know our plan, right?" Damien silently whispered to the old vampire, making sure others weren't eavesdropping to their conversation.

Hearing his words, the old vampire rolled his eyes. Knowing what Damien told him earlier.

Once they arrive at the village, he, as the current strongest vampire will face against the rumored sorcerer that killed the Elder Vampire, Lazarus and weaken him, and then buy enough time for Damien to deliver the last blow and bask in the glory.

'As if I'll let you do that.' The old vampire muttered to himself.

Why else would he help a weakling solidify his position when he himself could just do it instead?

That way, the Tepes will start to see more on who is the true capable leader for them.

A few hours have passed and the old vampire once again informed Damien.

"We've arrived at the village, Lord Dracula." The old vampire still grimaced at the though of using such a sacred name on a weakling.

"Good good! I want everyone on the village, dead! Leave no one alive!" Damien went outside the carriage and was met with thousands of flying bats, their red eyes piercing through and illuminating the darkness of the night.

This is the Tepes family's current personal army, if it wasn't for the elder dying along with his own army, their numbers could've been more than this.

The vampires said nothing in response but the hunger and greed in their eyes is evident that they're not against the reckless decision of their young leader.

After all, they wouldn't be the one bearing the consequences but the leader.

That is one of the disadvantages of being a leader. They might hold the power and authority but without proper handling, the consequences would be more powerful than the power itself.

Soon, one by one, the vampires landed on the ground, turning into their human figures.

Scanning his eyes around, the old vampire noticed that something was wrong.

There should be at least one or two humans wandering around the village right now.

But instead, the entire village seems to be empty, devoid of any life.

'Could it be that our movement has been known in advance by the rumored Sorcerer? So they managed to evacuate the village in advance?' The more the old vampire thinks about it, the plausible it starts to seem.

'Dammit, it's all because of that Damien, if only he agreed to use our bat form to fly as it would be faster but no, he wanted to ride the royal carriage instead! Making us almost an entire day late.' Resisting the urge to walk to Damien to choke the life out of him, the old vampire issued the command.

"Search the houses! There must be some of them inside!" In fact, the old vampire doesn't smell any humans inside. An old vampire like him has long enhanced his senses of smell, so he can distinguish the unique scent of humans.

But right now, there are no humans in the village and it seems like it has indeed been evacuated.

There aren't even any guards patrolling or guarding the gates.

It's just empty.

The old vampire suddenly felt an odd and unsettling feeling around this.

Could it be because he's been so used to be seeing villages filled with bustling human activities? Now that he has seen one that looks very natural and yet at the same time, it isn't?

"Tsk, where are the humans? The sorcerer? Nothing?!" After waiting for almost an hour, every structure in the village has been searched and yet, not a single human life can be snuffed.

The old vampire went forward and explained his theory, how the sorcerer has known about them in advanced and managed to evacuate the village.

"This is all your fault! If the carriage had been faster, we could've prevented them from escaping!" Much to the old vampire's surprise, Damien placed the blame on him and then continued.

"We'll look for other villages! I want to taste human blood tonight!" With Damien's order, he went back to the carriage and the vampires started turning back into bats to match the pace of the carriage and leave the village.

However, as soon as one of the vampires was about pass by the village's boundary walls, a golden translucent barrier suddenly appeared that not only stopped him but also pushed him back, as if there was a repulsive force.

The old vampire's eyes suddenly widened in realization upon witnessing such a scene.

"It's a trap! Everyone brace yourselv-!" Before the old vampire could finish his words, it only took him a single blink of an eye before half of their army was now lying on the ground with large holes on their foreheads and chest.

Piercing the brain and the heart, effectively killing them.

'What? What just happened?!' The old vampire became frozen in shock, unable to believe that such a thing just happened.

One moment they were fine, but the next thing he knew, hundreds of vampires, whether in their human forms it bat forms, are laying on the ground with holes on their heads and chests.

That's when everyone, including Damien, who just got out of the carriage, suddenly heard a voice from their surrounding.

"It seems like you vampires never truly learn your lesson. This is the third time you disturbed my peace and I'll make sure it'll also be your last!"

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