My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Chapter 374 Warmongers

Ezra didn't have to wait for too long before the sports car arrived. If they wanted to get to his wives and his unborn child, they'd have to kill him and tear down his barrier to get through.

But they probably won't. The one thing they wanted was him.

His wives were also anomalies, that was true. From his soul being freed and the key's energy making him ascend, some of the energy had also spilled into his soul bond.

Olivia had ascended from the fifth to the sixth ring and Red had ascended from the third to the fifth ring. However, he was the known anomaly. The thread connecting the two women.

Not only had he ascended from the fourth to the sixth ring, a more impressive accomplishment due to the energy involved but he'd also managed to get another vampire pregnant.

He was worth more to the Society than his wives.

The sports car slowed to a stop a distance away from him and two vampires stepped out of the hover car. Both were dressed in military urban camouflage, complete with helmets that hid their identities.

"Ah." Ezra stepped forward. "Warmongers."

The Warmongers were the military equivalent of the Peacekeepers. While the peacekeepers were the ones responsible for keeping the Society's peace in the city, the Warmongers were the vampires who had been trained to fight. The warriors.

If war did break out between the Society and the Monarchy, they'd be the one leading the frontline of the war. This wasn't the first time Ezra would be facing them and it probably won't be the last.

"Ezra Matten." The Warmonger on the left spoke.

Ezra's Aura was already at work, scanning both Warmongers and they couldn't even feel it due to the changed vitality in the air. He could tell that both were women.

"Surrender yourself to the authority of the Vampire Society." She said.

He sighed at their words. "Again with this song and dance. Why should I surrender myself? I have not committed any crimes."

"Are you not citizen C7V107023?"

As if there was a spirit inside of it, the tattoo on his arm itched. He said nothing in response to the vampire.

As if expecting this response, the vampire on the right continued, her voice stern. "The Law of Authority states that all vampires must obey the orders of all higher and relevant authorities within the Vampire Society. That includes the coven leaders, Counts, Peacekeepers, Arbiters, City Lords, Warmongers, Attendants and Elders."

"As long as the orders don't break other laws, they must be obeyed. And as a citizen of the Society, our word is law. Submit yourself, Ezra Matten."

His hand came up and adjusted his blindfolds. He tilted his head as if considering their words. After a few seconds, he spoke. "You know what? No. I won't submit myself."

"For the crime of breaking the Law of Authority, Ezra Matten is hereby declared as a law breaker. According to the law and Warmonger guidelines, he must be brought before the elders either willingly or unwillingly."

"So it shall be."

The moment they both said that, Ezra attacked because he knew what was coming. He didn't give them time as he rushed towards them. They had two options. Protect their heart or pull out their game changer.

His claws cut through the air, grazing the vest of the two vampires as they separated, each one leaping in the opposite direction.

"Fuck." Ezra didn't allow himself to dwell on this development, his wings bursting out of his left side and sending him flying after the vampire that had dodged to the right.

He grabbed her leg and pulled her to him. That was when she activated her ability but it was already too late. The glow that surrounded her died down as his tail speared past her defenses, into her chest and pulverized her heart.

He turned in an instant, to face the second Warmonger but she'd already done the thing he'd been trying to stop her from doing.

The golden coin slowly flipped through the air, making no sound.

Ezra didn't let that stop him. He dashed towards the Warmonger, sending vitality into his fist. The increased gravity on earth would do the work for him, shaving at least half a second off the time the coin would normally take to activate.

He cocked his fist back as the Warmonger leaned forward and materialized a shield. With a contemptuous chuckle, he punched.

A hand made of darkness that was as tall as he was materialized and slammed into the vampire's shield. The shield shattered and the vampire was sent flying. But there was nowhere for her to go.

The rope of darkness he'd encircled around her leg grew taut and he yanked on it, sending her flying towards him. That was when he infused his Aura with an air of inevitability. Whatever she tried to do, her death was inevitable.

He could feel her panic and she activated her tattoo ability, turning into mist and slipping out of the rope.

And that was when the coin activated.

The gravity around them increased. Not by two times or three or four. By ten times.

The ground around them cracked and the same power that was used in the peacekeeper prisons activated. Ezra felt his powers getting cut off from him. Not all but most. To most vampires, they were as good as dead but not him. His soul kept pumping him vitality and that meant he could keep controlling whatever powers or effects he'd deployed before the coin was activated.

And that was what signed the death of the Warmonger.

The moment she turned solid, there was a spray of blood and she fell to the floor in diced cubes, having resolidified inside the large web of tiny, sharp strings made of darkness that Ezra had seeded through the area.

Due to the dark of the night and the increased vitality present in the world, she hadn't felt it.

But just because the two Warmongers were dead, that didn't mean the fight was over. The golden coin hung in the air like a miniature sun and Ezra gritted his teeth as he moved slowly through the field.

He had to get out of it as fast as he could because he had no idea if the Warmongers had backup. He strained, moving as fast as he could as the giant wall he'd built to secure his wives' escape began to break down.

After a minute of struggle, he finally stepped out of the coin's area of effect. And it was just in time because someone just drifted into the range of his Aura. Not on the road but from up above.

He watched with his Aura as the sixth ringed vampire floated down to meet him. It was a vampire he knew. One he'd met before and once hoped to never meet again.

"Itachi Yaiba."