I Became A Zompirewolf

Till now, The progenitors had been relentless in their efforts to put an end to the farce Beelzebub was putting up. That's why it surprised Ashton when the suddenly stopped. Even though they stopped Beelzebub didn't attack them but stood there silently as blood dripped down through every part of his body.

As for the Progenitors, they backed up a bit. All the while staring at the Xyran as if he was some kind of explosive. All of a sudden, a blinding light surrounded Beelzebub. Simultaneously, the aura around Beelzebub turned from warm and welcoming to sinisterly dark. Darker than anything Ashton had ever felt in his life.

The halo over his head disappeared and its place was taken by a broken rusty crown. As for his white wings, they turned black and changed their shape entirely. His angelic appearance turned demonic in a matter of seconds. Just looking at him sent shivers down Ashton's spine.

Beelzebub's now, crimson, eyes stared at his opponents. None of whom dared to act irrationally now, for their reckless behaviour could now lead to their deaths. That was the strength Beelzebub now possessed.

"What is this... what's going on..." Ashton mumbled.

He couldn't believe he thought he would be able to take someone like him down by himself. Ashton's attack in front of the Xyran now seemed nothing more than a child's tantrum.

"That my friend is the true face of Xyran nobility..." Aamon replied, "Also known as the fallen angels."

Hundreds of questions were running rampant inside Ashton's head. But he was too overwhelmed to ask them right now.

In an instant, Beelzebub grew 12 feet tall. At the same time, all wounds he had received were recovered instantly. Even the effect of [Aggravate] was negated. For the first time in his life, Ashton thought he knew what a god of hell would look like. For he was standing right in front of his eyes.

Strangely enough, Astaroth had not uttered a word since the Progenitors appeared. When usually nothing would have kept him silent in situations like these. Moreover, Beelzebub was supposedly the one who screwed him over, that's why his silence bothered Ashton even more.

"To think the kinds of you forced me to change my form..." Beelzebub sighed, "I'm disappointed in myself. But I guess, you people already expected it. So tell me... how many of the fallen have you killed before?"

"I don't know, I was too busy ignoring their cries to remember the count." Dracula sniggered, but even he seemed a bit tensed now.

In reality, they had only run simulations based on what Aamon told them about. They had killed Xyrans before, but they had never killed a member of Xyran nobility before. At least not after they turned themselves.

Basically, they had prepared for theory and not the Progenitors had to put their knowledge to succeed in the practical examination.

"Still keeping up the fake persona. Fine, I'll let you laugh the last time before killing all of you."

Beelzebub's speed was now unmatched and he fully intended on using it to the best of his advantage. He grabbed Dracula's head even before any of them could react, before punching his chest with all his might.

Ashton was standing at quite some distance from them, but even then he could hear the cracking noise Dracula's bones made as they broke. Still, Dracula used the opportunity to deal whatever damage he could and pushed a dagger made of blood right into Beelzebub's eye.

Beelzebub let out a cry of pain, before dropping Dracula instinctively. This time was crucial. Beelzebub was in pain, it was up to Frank and Lycaon to defeat him now.

Both of them simultaneously rushed in to take advantage of Beelzebub's weakened state. But Ashton could feel something was amiss. When his eye was injured back when they were trapped in Eastern Palace, Astaroth healed it in a flash and considering Beelzebub was just as strong as him if not stronger, he should have been able to do the same!

"It's a trap!" Ashton yelled but it was already too late.

Boom!

A loud noise was heard and the next moment, Frank was on his knees. A huge chunk of his chest was scattered around him. However, a pound or two of missing flesh wasn't going to make his life hell. He was weaker, but not weak enough that he couldn't fight.

"Ah, you still have strength left to fight?" Beelzebub scoffed, "I guess some earthlings can be interesting after all."

"Oh, we are!"

Suddenly, Lycaon who was in his werewolf form grabbed onto Beelzebub's hands. While Frank summoned all his strength to knock him down.

"They wouldn't last long on their own."

Aamon gritted his teeth loudly. It seemed he had heavily underestimated the strength of a Xyran noble. As a result, the rest of them were suffering.

"Don't move from here kid. I'll have to help them out," Aamon mumbled before taking off.

Ashton couldn't do anything but watch as the ones he thought would win began struggling to keep their lives. He had seen a lot of battles, but this by far was wilder than his imagination.

"I have to do something... but what even my pathetic ass can do?"

[There is something you can do.]

Meanwhile, Aamon arrived to help the progenitors and helped Lycaon to keep Beelzebub restrained. However, no matter how hard they tried, they knew it was only a matter of seconds before Beelzebub broke free.

"Oi! Mosquito! How long are you planning to snooze? Just do your job already!" Lycaon shouted at Dracula who was lying face-first on the ground.

However, upon hearing Lycaon's voice, Dracula slowly got back to his feet, "How many times... do I have to tell you? The name is Drake!"

Without wasting a second, Dracula rushed over as Aamon pushed Beelzebub's head down, exposing his neck. Their plan was simple. Let Dracula suck him dry while they restrained the Xyran. After all, even a god can't live without blood coursing through their vein.

However, Dracula barely managed to take a couple of steps before he collapsed. Something was wrong with his body. As if things couldn't get worse, Aamon's grip over Beelzebub's arm weakened and he was flung away in an instant.

A similar fate awaited Lycaon, as Beelzebub grabbed his head and slammed him to the ground next to Frank. With both of his hands now free, even Frank stood no chance in front of the Xyran and had his arms ripped off.

"This was your master plan?" Beelzebub roared while staring at Aamon, "You betrayed your kind for them?"

However, it seemed Aamon's attention was somewhere else. He was looking behind Beelzebub as if he had seen a ghost.

"No... what are you doing!? Get away!"

Beelzebub was too busy handling the big fished he forgot about the small fly.

"Betrayal is not something you should be talking about," Ashton smirked before pulling the Mask of Vampirism aside.

"You-"

Before Beelzebub could react and do something about the bastard, Ashton had already sunk his teeth into him. As Beelzebub's blood touched his lips, something weird happened. Ashton had hoped he would be able to learn a skill or two from the Xyran's blood, but something entirely different happened.

__

The genetic code sequence has been copied successfully.

__