Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons-Chapter 336: The Final Boss (2)

Her defensive barriers collapsed without slowing him.

Decades of magical training meant nothing against whatever power he wielded.

Complete suppression. They are outclassed.

The knight's charge died mid-step as the Prince's gaze shifted to him. He didn't overwhelm him by magic, but by pure intimidation that froze his body in place.

He instilled fear in him. His body wasn't able to stop his primal terror. Even courage has its limits.

"Now then." The Prince released the mage, who stumbled backwards, gasping. "Where were we? Ah, yes, your pathetic attempt at blood magic."

Pathetic? Who does he think he is?

I will show you how pathetic it is then.

Jasmine activated Blood Steal, targeting the corpses scattered across the battlefield. Dozens of demons had fallen—enough stolen life force to fuel healing beyond anything she'd attempted.

Multiply the available blood. Use everything. All I need to do, is kill this cocky demon and send him back to the hell he came from.

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The demon corpses began dissolving as their remaining essence was extracted and multiplied. What had been a simple life force became an ocean of power that flowed toward Jasmine's position.

More. Give me more! More than I've ever controlled.

She converted the massive blood pool into healing energy and distributed it among her three priority targets. It was by no means a normal enhancement, but a supernatural transformation that pushed human limits to their breaking point.

I need maximum power. Use everything I have, with no reservation.

The knight's sword began radiating holy light that made the Prince step backwards. The mage's staff crackled with enough energy to level mountains. The archer's quiver refilled with arrows that hummed with concentrated death.

This should be enough. This has to be enough.

"Interesting." The Prince's amusement deepened. "You can multiply blood. How delightfully crude."

The enhanced humans attacked in perfect coordination.

The knight's blade slashed the air with each swing.

The mage sent all kinds of spells at the demon prince.

The archer's arrows multiplied mid-flight into storms of projectiles.

Everything we have. Everything we can give.

The Prince deflected it all.

What? How is that possible?

Light parted around him like water. Magic slid off his skin without effect. The arrow storms simply... stopped... inches from his body.

"You multiplied quantity." His voice carried pedagogical patience. "But you ignored quality entirely."

Quality...He is right. Blood isn't just about quantity, it's about quality too. It matters.

Understanding struck Jasmine like lightning. She'd been treating all blood equally, but that was wrong.

The True Demon's blood had felt different when she'd drained it—denser, more potent, carrying power that Lesser Demons couldn't match. But she didn't dwell on it as the fight had ended too quickly for her to remember.

Different purities have different effects.

The Prince gestured dismissively at her enhanced allies. "Weak blood creates weak constructs. You diluted power by mixing common essence with superior materials." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

The prince spoke like he didn't care whether she used it or not. It didn't matter, his pride was too high that he believed even whilst helping them improve, he would still win. He was a prince after all, and humans were never that powerful.

He's right. I combined everything into one pool instead of using quality sources separately.

Jasmine's gaze swept across the battlefield, cataloguing what remained. Most demon corpses were drained husks of Lesser Demons, but the True Demon's body still held residual essence—darker, richer blood that waited to be harvested and used by her.

Superior-boss blood. It must be more concentrated than that of the Lesser Demons.

She reached out with Blood Steal, targeting only the True Demon's remains.

The extraction was swift, despite its powerful constitution, the superior-boss had died, and it didn't have the power to resist in death. The blood came, and it brought power that made her realise that the quality of blood really existed.

The True Demon's blood multiplied exponentially, but each drop carried concentrated power that transformed everything it touched. Where common demon blood had provided basic enhancement, this created a much better improvement.

Quality over quantity...Understanding through experience.

Jasmine directed the enhanced blood toward her three priority targets. The transformation was immediate and quite dramatic.

The knight's sword erupted into flame that burned with hellish intensity. His armour became living metal that adapted to incoming attacks.

He's much stronger than before.

The mage's staff crackled with more mana. Energy flowed from her position in visible waves.

So this is what Superior Blood accomplishes? Then what about his blood? What would it accomplish...

The archer's arrows multiplied into storm fronts of projectiles that carved through wind barriers.

He is truly a powerful archer, this is Impossible accuracy.

As a fellow archer herself, she knew when to appreciate an archer's aim.

The Prince's casual expression finally shifted to genuine interest. "Superior essence multiplication. Marginally competent."

The enhanced humans attacked with coordinated precision.

The knight's flaming blade carved reality itself with each swing. The mage's prisons collapsed around their target. The archer's arrow storms created probability fields that made evasion nearly impossible.

This should wound him. This has to wound him.

The Prince defended with movements that seemed almost lazy, but Jasmine noticed something crucial—he was actually working now.

His casual gestures had become calculated deflections.

He's showing effort. He is no longer being dismissive.

Arrows found their mark more often than pure chance allowed. Spatial prisons forced him to use real power to escape.

There is progress. Actual progress, because he was egotistical enough to help me.

Despite the improvement, it wasn't enough.

The Prince adapted quickly to their new capabilities, his defence becoming more sophisticated with each exchange.

Damn it! We are still outclassed. Superior blood helps, but it's not sufficient.

Then Jasmine saw her opportunity.

The knight's flaming blade carved a shallow cut across the Prince's forearm—barely a scratch, but it was enough to draw out some blood.

Crimson droplets hit the battlefield stone, each one radiating power that made the air itself recoil.