My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 297

Chapter 297: The Wrath Of Solomon
“Solomon.” Ezra hissed from where he stood, his wives standing behind him, each one ready for a fight. The four of them against a count? That’s an easy fight.

“Happy to see me, Ezra Matten?” Solomon laughed, his eyes shining with amusement. He tilted his head, a dark smile appearing on his face. “Well, you’ve made quite a mess of things.”

Ezra stood confidently. Yes, he’d burnt through a lot of his vitality fighting in the Necromancer’s cage but he had more than enough to face Solomon. But that was when the situation changed.

His ears picked up the sound of rapid footsteps in the next moments, shadows began to emerge from the corridors behind Solomon. The vampire laughed aloud as his Subjects trooped into the room, thirteen vampires in all, each one giving off an Aura of power and death.

“Did you secure the place?” Solomon asked Michael who had come to stand beside him without taking his eyes off Ezra.

“Yes, my lord.” Michael said. “No one can teleport in and out. The only way out is by foot.”

“Good.” Solomon nodded. “Let’s paint the floor with blood.”

Ezra didn’t waste time waiting for Solomon to come meet him. Darkness rippled around him as he charged forward, his sword appearing in his hand, its blade a reflection of the consuming black around him.

Solomon smiled, as if humored by Ezra’s attack. Before Ezra’s sword could land, a wall of dark blood surged from Solomon’s body, twisting like a snake to block the strike. The blood was alive, thick and suffocating, wrapping around Ezra’s blade and yanking it to the side.

The blood wrapped itself around Ezra’s arm and snapped forward, throwing Ezra across the room. Ezra crashed into the wall, embedding deep inside it, a spiderweb of cracks forming around the site of impact.

As they fought, the world around them had exploded into motion. Solomon’s Subjects attacked the women of the Matten Coven who fought side by side, protecting themselves.

As for Ezra, he pulled himself out of the wall, his spine knitting back together.

“Is that all, Matten?” Solomon sneered as he walked toward him. “You really think you stand a chance?”

Ezra straightened, dissipating the darkness that had been swirling around him defensively. Instead, he called up the mirror. His skin glowed a slight gold for a second. He was no longer under the influence of the bone zone.

“I’ve waited long enough to break you.” Solomon growled, his voice dripping with sadistic glee.

Ezra didn’t respond, charging at Solomon. He yelled, pulling back his fist. Solomon matched him, pulling back with all his strength. Ezra grinned viciously as the punch hit and was reflected.

Solomon spat out blood from the force of the reflected blow. Ezra took the chance to punch him but Solomon blocked it on his crossed forearms, the force of the blow sending him flying.

He smashed into the wall, the impact sending blood splattering from his mouth. As he raised his head, Ezra was already there. Solomon threw up a shield of blood, blocking Ezra’s reaching claws and sending spikes, driving him back.

Solomon snarled and raised a hand.

That was when the world around Ezra seemed to tilt for a second, his vision blurring as his mind was assaulted by a wave of invisible force.

“Submit!” Solomon’s voice echoed in his head like thunder, the weight of his will crushing down on Ezra.

For a moment, Ezra’s limbs froze. He could feel the overwhelming pressure inside his skull, threatening to crush his thoughts, his will. But he called up the mirror tattoo, absorbing the mental attack and reflecting it back.

Solomon staggered, surprised by the reversal, and Ezra used that moment to strike. He dashed in, materialized his sword and slashed upward, tearing through the blood armor that Solomon had materialized. Black blood splattered the ground as Solomon growled in rage.

Around them, chaos rained. Olivia fought with giant battle axes, cutting down vampires as they came close while Gen and Red worked together, keeping the vampires away.

Ezra tore his eyes away, focusing back on his own fight. Solomon had recovered from the mental reflection, his eyes burning with fury. His blood lashed out again, striking with the speed of a whip. Ezra batted it aside with his darkness coated hand, dismissing his sword.

He materialized a battle axe and swung. Solomon stepped back, dodging it and sending in his blood again. Ezra dodged, but one of the tendrils caught his leg, yanking him off balance. Solomon moved in, his fist slamming into Ezra’s gut with crushing force.

The blow was reflected and Solomon gasped, blood spraying from his mouth again as the blow sent him reeling. His eyes narrowed and he dashed in again, giving Ezra no space to swing his axe. Ezra had to dismiss it and face Solomon in a fist fight.

Solomon fought, trying to sneak in his blood with each blow but everything was reflected back at him. His body screamed with pain as he struggled to hold his ground.

“Give up, Solomon.” Ezra said calmly as if it was another day at the office. “You’re no match for me.”

“Not a chance.” Solomon snarled as his blood finally wrapped around Ezra’s forearm and pulled, tearing it off at the elbow. Ezra blinked in surprise and Solomon laughed loudly at his expression.

Solomon had just found the one weakness of the mirror tattoo.

Ezra leapt back, dodging the streams and spears of blood that followed him, trying to wrap around him. He materialized his armor of darkness around himself, draining the vitality from the blood as they drew near.

Then, he jumped into the air, overlaying a giant hand of darkness in his hand. Solomon’s eyes widened and he recalled his blood, wrapping himself inside a cocoon of blood. But just before Ezra could land the blow, there was a snap and the world turned upside down.

A force swept through the room, followed by a gust of wind, blasting everyone. There was silence as everyone turned to see Vladimir standing at the door to the chamber.

“I’m not too late to the party, am I?”