Ghoul King's Harem
Chapter 221 221: Alexander's Elven Harlot

Chapter 221 221: Alexander's Elven Harlot

Alexander was amid zombies and mutants, all trying to tear him apart, but his face was smiling, with sharp teeth and a wicked smile as his nodachi carved them into pieces.

Alexander wielded his nodachi like it was an extension of himself; he looked around, always watching his precious Vesta, with a renewed desire to grow stronger and improve himself; seeing the blood flowing, he began to devour it freely.

⟪Blood Reserve + 100⟫ x 15

His body no longer evolved like a human. That bitch Asmodeus stole that, but she never expected that his race, different from the past, was a complete ghoul, not the prototype she knew.

It devoured and stole the best characteristics of the races he devoured. That's why the moment before she destroyed his human self, he devoured it.

This was partly the cause of his low mood and weakened state, the loss of "Alex", the life he led for twenty years to perfect himself as a ghoul.

Now that didn't mean he was no longer Alex, and his heart for Sarah and Amy was gone; it was from a mere DNA perspective. If they cut him open, his body would share zero things in common with Alexander Faust.

Now he watched Laura closely because she shone brightly after hearing his words before the battle.

Her daggers were like tools of murder, slaying and reaping the zombies as fast as he did, vanishing into darkness. The Anmer princess became unrivalled amongst the weaker zombies.

Alexander laughed, seeing the girl smiling, and a small voice whispered in his ear.

[It looks like you managed to stand up again, stupid Alexander.]

'This is my family; I can't leave them alone. I must protect what I have.'

Raising his blade, he blocked the heavy blow of a huge Stage Six mutant that slammed its thick arm down on him. The mutant was huge, close to the size of a small building, while thick, pulsating veins throbbed along its muscular frame.

Widened muscles and a shrunken, brain-like head sat atop its shoulders, with thin claws gleaming on each limb, resembling those of a bird. Its breath felt poisonous and disgusting, and its roar echoed through the streets and air overwhelmingly.

Hitting its claw, he smirked.

"It's nice to meet you, big guy. Show me what you can do! Let me show off in front of the girls who love me!" He swerved the huge arm as it crashed beside him, crushing the earth with a deep crater, and looked at the monsters around.

Hundreds of Stage four zombies rushed over, flooding the area they occupied, swallowing everything under them.

"I-I won't let any of those disgusting creatures touch this place or them." The tip of his blades ignited in crimson blood flame, causing the zombie to be engulfed in red flame, fuelling it with red liquid and vitality before exploding.

He used the gap that had opened thanks to the destruction to approach the other monsters, showing them the true fear of facing such a furious ghoul.

He smiled, pushing back his long silver hair over his head, standing in the air like magic as he turned to the huge mutant now with half its body charred.

With a mouth full of blood, painting his face after devouring them whole, his neck snapped before taunting the huge mutant.

"COME... EAT THE FLESH OF A GOD!"

An immense red halo appeared on his forehead, and four blood wings manifested on his back. Laura, Mildred, and Alice didn't need to look twice to know how incredible their master was; no, he was their God.

"The taste of these lower-tier mutants is too foul; we won't progress any further if I only feed on this garbage," Alexander muttered, looking at the top of the skyline to see how the battles progressed.

'Stella is going wild with those strange succubus-like ghouls... ah, what a cute woman. I can still feel her affection and feelings radiating from a mere glance.'

He dodged to the side, kicking out as a loud reverberating snap sounded, causing the huge mutant to scream in agony before pulling back its arm and holding both above its head.

Alexander didn't care; he was watching the other directions now, seeing Sarah's beautiful blade dance and the Vesta in perfect sync with her culling the mutants like flies with a fly spray.

'Good... it seems that the effects of spending time with women I fill with a lot of my essence have changed on the Vesta... Or is it because she's a Lycan and Stella a succubus?

'How amusing... my knowledge is useless in explaining the biology of mutated species and abilities; it's no wonder she was so afraid of them.'

Alexander reached forward, catching the arms of the creature swiftly, clasping his fingers, as the ground beneath him cracked, and his muscles bulged, current in his Ghoul form, which was now like returning to his previous self, a god but unlike his previous domain of blood... He seemed to have chosen something else as his main feature.

"Let me reach you; stop biting back; so annoying..."

As the monstrous mutant thrashed about wildly, unable to move an inch as his mind raced, the creature seemed to have developed intellect and thus felt fear for the first time since becoming a monster.

Alexander's eyes shone emerald green, like verdant lights in the darkness. His soft lips opened before his mouth almost deformed, opening so wide showing the sharp teeth inside his mouth; he bit down the mutant's arm like soft butter.

'A delicious taste that can't compare to those below this. A taste with the right amount of power to nourish my cells!'

His teeth didn't tear the mutant's arms but pulverized them, cutting it open as a fountain of blood filled his mouth, filling every orifice. Alexander sucked the blood with pleasure as if tasting the most delicious drink and meal, with his hair floating upwards as his wings waved around him.

The taste and texture of the blood made Alexander smile and devour the blood and flesh in greater amounts, feeling as if his cells had become overfilling and greedy for more power. He didn't eat to sustain his life like before, but because he enjoyed the taste and pleasure of devouring other lifeforms to become stronger using the perfect body given by his race.

'Cultivate... grow... evolve. Even a worm has the will to devour a thousand ants to gain control of its destiny and reach the heavens!'

His body burned; a wave of intense heat exuded his entire self as if his aura would melt anything approaching him.

'But this...' The blood boiled under the immense heat coming from Alexander as his body grew slightly larger and his nails grew, ripping into the half-devoured arm of the mutant that was trembling in terror, causing a stream of black ichor to run down his arm, a pool of blood was forming beneath him.

"Yes... This blood will do just fine."

In a wild rage, the monster tried to escape, tearing its arm at the shoulder to take distance from Alexander while the ghouls watched in awe.

His finger reached out to collect a handful before dropping it in his mouth, instantly evaporating into his body and mouth. His mouth opened and took another huge bite, constantly opening to devour more flesh, ignoring the few small limbs and claws that landed in his mouth.

With a vicious bite, crunching them with his razor-sharp teeth, stronger than the most precious metals.

A large circle, slightly similar to a tattoo, appeared on his forehead, burning brightly, turning crimson like a glowing sun on his skin. In contrast, an ominous bloody crimson halo shone brightly above his head.

⟪Blood Reserve + 10000⟫

"Hey... Don't leave; the party was just getting started."

Alexander's voice was gentle, like speaking to a friend. The ghoulish transformation caused a deep reverb and divine sound to accompany the voice making him seem fearsome to the enemy and encouraging his Vesta.

Yet the mutants and zombies didn't listen; their instincts and those with brains screamed to escape, all of the remaining zombies over two hundred now fleeing to the north, as Alexander's hand leaned out towards them... His simple moment to reach out caused more than four hundred blood lances to form from the blood below; sharp and more than a metre long, these lances were nothing like the past, riveted with spirals along the blade and jagged shapes to cause more damage.

"Well, since you wish to leave. Accept my parting gift."

His hand reached back to aim.

"Beasts and lowly creatures, so frail that it made one speechless that the small existence could dare raise themselves before me.."

His hand reached forward, shooting thousands of spears that no one was aware he'd summoned, slamming them into the back and vital points of stage four and five zombies that had taken a nosedive trying to escape the slaughter of this man.

It was as simple as breathing air. Alexander waved his hand as if flinging water droplets, and the beasts in flight were struck down "No matter. For your future.."

Every one of the lances disappeared midair, shooting like lightning.

It was as simple as breathing air. Alexander waved his hand as if flinging water droplets, and the beasts in flight were struck down and impaled from the neck. He snapped his finger to shoot another lance into one beast's eye socket.

"Die well."

A perfect shot caused a wave of black blood to gush from the unfortunate zombie's head, dying and smearing his blood-covered hair and face more. Alexander had no issue moving around, seeing or predicting any of them, replaceing them as simple as catching a feather falling slowly downwards.

He hovered gently with his blood wings dancing to keep him in place, spreading his arms, he opened his mouth.

⟪Devour⟫

Loud squelching and ripping, combined with ripping bones, echoed in the silent night; even Stella halted her killing, staring down at him.

Crimson ooze gushed out, covering the floor as blood danced above his hands like liquid; it flowed like a river towards him and through his mouth.

His aura changed rapidly. He felt so bloated his body couldn't handle more, and his transformation ended.

It was a race.

⟪Blood Reserve + 100⟫

⟪Blood Reserve + 1000⟫

⟪Blood Reserve + 500⟫

⟪Blood Reserve + 10000⟫

Would his transformation end as he exploded, or would he reach the next stage...

His companions, tired from the battle, could only watch as his crown expanded, oozing with blood, and his wings began to flutter, growing huge with the volume of blood making them throb.

"Alex!?" Laura shouted, her feet trembling from abusing her assassination techniques, long abandoned until he accepted her... Now she would use anything to return the favour.

While Mildred and Maria were sitting on a nearby roof, resting.

Maria copied Alexander and tried to eat the meat of a mutant before she began to vomit with teary eyes and looked at Alexander with a fearful gaze. "Disgusting... Alex has no taste!"