Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Amidst the chaos of the vampire onslaught, the disparate members of the resistance—Andre, Luna, Kidd, Kazuto, Jin, Rina, and Dunn—each found themselves engaged in their own fierce battles against the bloodthirsty invaders.

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Andre, his black cloak billowing behind him, deftly parried a vampire's strike with his gleaming silver blade. The clash reverberated through the air as he moved with a calculated grace. "These bloodsuckers never learn," he muttered, his dark eyes narrowing in determination.

Luna, her silver hair shimmering like moonlight, gracefully spun through the battlefield. Her dual daggers danced in the air, a lethal ballet of silver and blood. "I've faced worse odds than this," she thought, her mind focused on the dance of combat.

She dodged two blood javelins deftly and counterattacked with an attack of her own. Although there are a lot of vampires. It didn't overwhelm her. Her experience in the wall and these past years weren't in vain. 'I wonder what are the others doing?' She thought inwardly as her dagger slit the throat of two vampires. And with another move, her daggers penetrated the two heads simultaneously.

Cutting the throat of the vampires would just distract them. It wasn't enough to kill them. Only by destroying their brain would they die. It's what she learned after constantly watching the other veterans on the battlefield.

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Kidd, on the other hand, had a massive Warhammer in his hand that he picked up randomly on the battlefield, and swung the weapon with controlled brutality. Each strike sent shockwaves through the vampires unlucky enough to be in his path. "Should've brought more friends to this party," he grumbled, a wry grin on his face.

Kazuto, a nimble figure with a katana at his side, moved like a whirlwind. His blade sliced through the air, leaving a trail of crimson arcs. "Gotta keep moving, can't let them corner me," he mused, his eyes scanning the chaotic battlefield.

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Jin, a stoic figure with a staff in hand, weaved intricate patterns with the weapon. Arcane energy crackled around him as he channeled his powers. "This is nothing compared to the Apokalips," he reflected. Calm and as composed as ever.

Rina, as swift and agile as always, executed acrobatic maneuvers to evade vampire attacks. Her twin short swords flashed in the dim light. "There's no room for hesitation in this dance of death," she thought, her breath quickening.

Dunn, clad in heavy armor, held his ground against a group of vampires. His broadsword cleaved through the air, each swing a testament to his unwavering strength. "If they want a fight, they've got one, Rina, don't die on me, okay?" he grunted, muscles tensing with every strike.

"You too..." Rina grinned.

As they battled, their thoughts couldn't help but drift to Johan. Luna, in the midst of her deadly exchanges with the enemy, wondered, "I hope Johan's doing alright. He's always had a knack for slipping into the shadows when things get tough."

Andre, deflecting strikes with practiced precision, thought, "Johan better not be getting himself killed out there. We need every blade we can get.

Kidd, swinging his Warhammer with calculated brutality, chuckled to himself, "Knowing Johan, he's probably having the time of his life sneaking around and causing chaos."

Kazuto, gracefully avoiding attacks with his katana, pondered, "I trust Johan's instincts. He'll find a way to turn the tide, I'm sure of it."

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Jin, channeling arcane energy into his staff, mused, "Johan's a wildcard, but he's got a knack for survival. I just hope he's not biting off more than he can chew."

Rina, executing swift strikes with her twin short swords, smirked, "Johan always did have a flair for the dramatic. I'm sure he's making quite the impression out there. He might even be the rumored Shadow Demon. Nahh... I'm damn sure of it.

Dunn, holding his ground against the vampire onslaught, grunted, "That Johan kid might be a bit ruthless, but he's got wits."

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Caleb watched from the shadows as David engaged in a fierce battle with one of the vampire commanders. His body, tinged with the glow of the ephemeral cloak, followed every move, every strike, assessing the flow of the confrontation. He was invisible might as well take the opportunity to watch and see if he could help with something. As of now, he couldn't kill the other Tier 7 vampires left since they started to hate him with all their might.

Suddenly, a tickle assaulted Caleb's nose, and he sneezed. He instinctively rubbed his nose, a casual grin playing on his lips. "Someone must be talking shit about me or cursing me out there..." he mused, not entirely serious about the notion but finding amusement in the superstition.

Returning his attention to the ongoing battle, Caleb observed David's strategic movements and the calculated precision with which he countered the vampire commander's attacks. Every move they make proves their experience.

'Ohhh... A damn opportunity!' As David parried a particularly vicious strike, Caleb seized the opportunity. He silently approached from the shadows, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. The vampire commander, who seems to be called Gringor, momentarily distracted by David, failed to sense Caleb's presence.

With a swift and silent maneuver, Caleb appeared behind the commander. He could feel the rush of air as he moved, his every step calculated to maintain the element of surprise. His biceps tensed as he prepared to strike, a grin forming on his face.

The vampire commander, still locked in combat with David, remained oblivious to the impending danger. Caleb took a deep breath, savoring the thrill of the moment. His fingers twitched, ready to unleash a swift and deadly attack.

'Hmm?' All the hair on Gringor's hair stood up. He felt an impending danger. He doesn't know the source, but he decides to trust his instincts... Unfortunately, it was too late.

And then it happened.

In a seamless motion, Caleb thrust his hand forward, channeling a surge of taboo energy through his fingertips + Hardening + all the sword aura in his body. The attack struck true, aiming for the vulnerable spot on the vampire commander's neck. The result was immediate – a severe injury that caused the commander to stagger, blood oozing from the wound.

Caleb clicked his tongue. 'As expected of Tier 6. Even with my strongest attack, it didn't manage to remove his head fully.'n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

David, although a bit surprised, seized the opportunity created by Johan's intervention, and swiftly executed a masterful maneuver. He infused an orange core into his sword, the vibrant energy enveloping the blade. With a precise strike, David brought the sword down on the injured vampire commander, turning him to ashes.

The battle temporarily subsided, and David, his gaze meeting Caleb's, nodded in acknowledgment. "Good timing, Johan," he said. "That maneuver saved my hide. The credit for this kill goes to you, and the contribution points too. You actually injured... Nevermind. You're really a sneaky bastard."

Inwardly, David felt alarmed at the strength Johan displayed. 'He can already cause such damage to Tier 6 creatures like me!?'

Caleb shrugged with a humorous response. "Just doing what I do best, Captain. You owe me one, though."