I Became A Zompirewolf

How? Why? When?

All sorts of questions were running in the minds of whoever saw Ashton riding on top of the skeleton.

A skill like that had never been seen before by anyone present on the battlefield and yet they were sure that their eyes weren't playing tricks on them as the skeleton giant got closer and closer to them.

The creature was at least 15 meters tall and did not have any gaps within its body. In place of eyes, it had a couple of holes. Just looking at the eyes felt like staring at death itself. It had no mouth or any external organs which made it look even more unsettling.

It was just a gigantic pile of bones moulded together to support the gigantic frame fo the body. But the even more unnerving thing was the aura of the man riding on its shoulder. Everyone who had seen Ashton could tell the man riding on the skeleton's shoulder was him, and yet it felt as if he was someone entirely different.

Not to mention, the aura around him felt different. It was no longer radiant but as if the aura of death was looming over him. Sheera had felt such aura before, usually over people who were about to die on the battlefield. But this time it felt different.

She could feel death's aura all around Ashton but it felt like the aura itself wasn't trying to harm him. If anything it was there to protect him. By this time, Irina and Verina ran out of the bunker as the ground began to shake under the steps of the goliath's massive feet, which they assumed to be an earthquake.

As soon as their eyes fell on Ashton they knew... he was a vampire. Being the descendent of Dracula, they had the ability to identify any and all vampires in their vicinity.

However, to think that Ashton was a vampire too... It wasn't a surprise why it was a hard pill to swallow for the sisters that Ashton's vampiric genes were left undetected for so long.

"Could he be a hybrid?" Irina asked her sister who shook her head.

"He is something more. No vampire or werewolf could possibly command the undead to such an extent." Verina sighed, "Now it makes sense how he knew so much about vampires and could kill Camilla and so many others... He is the first one of his kind, much like Lord Dracula he too is a progenitor of his own race."

By this time Mera too had sensed something to be off with him. However, she still assumed that the Goliath was a much bigger threat than a literal kid.

"Stomp them all."

Ashton whispered before jumping off of the goliath who immediately began making quick work of the fifteen thousand soldiers on Mera's side. Ashton then turned his attention towards Sheera and Virgil who were still in shock after seeing Ashton up close.

"Good job holding them back till now." Ashton felt it wouldn't be fair to not commend their selfless efforts to keep his town safe in his absence.

"What are you-" Virgil asked the question racing through everyone's mind, but Ashton raised his hand to silence him.

"Not now," he said, "take the soldiers and get back inside the city. I'll handle the rest. I'll answer your questions once all of this is over."

"As you wish." Sheera bowed her head before ordering the soldiers to go back.

She knew the aura Ashton was exhibiting wasn't of someone who was weak. Hell, with just his presence alone, it was clear the battle was already over. It would take a lot more than mere fifteen thousand soldiers to take him down. Especially with the giant helping him out.

The next moment Ashton's eyes fell on the one he had been wanting to take revenge on for a long time. Finally, it was time for him to exact some long-awaited vengeance.

Mera was looking at him too, she wasn't looking 'down' on him anymore. Her gaze was one of confusion and fear, just a tinge of it, but there was no denying she was afraid of what he had become. The second Ashton stared at her, the goliath cleared a path for Ashton to walk straight up to her.

But rather than walking up to her, Ashton decided to have a chat with her first. Probably the last one they'll ever have.

"Remember what you asked me once, mistress?" Ashton chuckled, "What was the colour of my blessing? You won't believe it even if I told you now. But since I'm revealing all of the secrets, maybe it's time to let you in on it as well."

Ashton waited for her to say something but she didn't, not wanting to waste his time, he decide to continue his tale.

"Black. That's the colour of my blessing and if you're wondering what I am, then you'd be pleased to know your slave is a tribrid. You do know what that means right?"

Mera gritted her teeth so loudly, that even Ashton could hear it. For some reason Ashton found it incredibly hilarious, however, as much as he wanted to rub more salt on her already sizzling wounds, he had something to take care of, which was to level up his werewolf genes.

But it didn't seem like Mera was about to let him do that.

"KILL HIM!" She yelled at the top of her lungs and immediately both Bishop and Marcee transformed and charged at him.

"Take care of them," Ashton mumbled and his shadow began reshaping itself until it spew out two shadowy figures.

"Sidekicks should never try to fight the hero." Celeste laughed at them before strangling the werewolves up with their own shadow, "If our master has to take care of every Tom, Dick and Harry, then what will we do, right Sven?"

"Hmph!" Sven grunted loudly before slicing their head off in one swift swing from his shadow blade.

[Your summon <Sven> had killed two High Ranking werewolves.]

[24% Exp has been earned.]

[Current Werewolf Level: 29]

[Current Exp: 48%]

"Entertain her while I take care of the rest."

"As you wish, Master."