My Charity System made me too OP

Chapter 150 Blood butcher

Roselia moved like a shadow, her Blood Blades slicing through the throats of unsuspecting guards. Next to her, Roman grabbed a bandit by the neck, lifting him effortlessly before slamming him into the ground with a sickening crack.

One of the guards turned to run, but before he could, Roselia snapped her fingers, and blood tendrils burst from his own veins, impaling him on the spot.

Roman whistled. "Remind me not to get on your bad side."

Roselia smirked. "You already are."

Roman gulped.

Leon and Liliana moved with purpose, their steps silent as they approached the watchtower where Drevan's personal guards stood on alert.

Leon flicked his wrist, sending a silent pulse of Aether Chains, which wrapped around a guard's throat, choking the life out of him. Liliana followed up, using Blood Terror to freeze the others in place as Leon finished them off.

With the area secured, Leon turned his gaze toward the main structure.

"Only Drevan left," he muttered.

Liliana licked her lips. "Good. I was getting bored."

As the team regrouped outside Drevan's chamber, they could feel an ominous pressure radiating from within. The air crackled with blood magic, and the ground itself seemed to pulse like a beating heart.

Leon smirked. "Time to meet the Crimson Butcher."

With a powerful kick, he blasted the doors open.

Inside, Drevan stood waiting—a towering man clad in black armor, his crimson greatsword dripping with fresh blood. His golden eyes gleamed with malice.

"You've made a mistake coming here," Drevan growled, his voice like thunder.

Leon cracked his neck. "We'll see about that."

The battle was about to begin.

Drevan let out a deep, guttural chuckle, his grip tightening around his crimson greatsword. The very air around him rippled with blood magic, thick and oppressive.

Leon stepped forward, his expression calm. His eyes glowed faintly as he activated Samsara Cycle Manipulation, letting the Aether of Destruction swirl around his fists.@@@@

"Spread out," he ordered.

Roselia, Milim, and Roman fanned out, surrounding Drevan. Liliana took a step forward, her Blood Terror radiating a menacing aura. Naval remained in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Drevan sneered. "Fools. You think I, the Crimson Butcher, will fall so easily?"

Without warning, he lunged forward, moving far faster than his massive frame should have allowed. His sword sliced through the air, leaving a crimson arc in its wake.

Leon barely dodged, twisting mid-air as the blade shattered the stone floor beneath him. Before Drevan could follow up, Roselia appeared behind him, her twin Blood Blades slashing at his exposed back.

Clang!

Drevan twisted his body unnaturally, blocking with his armored gauntlet before countering with a burst of blood energy, forcing Roselia back.

Milim grinned, cracking her knuckles. "Alright, my turn!"

She vanished, reappearing above Drevan. Her fist crackled with pure, condensed mana as she brought it down.

BOOM!

The force of her punch sent shockwaves through the room, shattering nearby pillars. Drevan blocked with his sword, but the impact still sent him skidding backward.

"You're strong," Drevan admitted, rolling his shoulders. "But I've slaughtered stronger."

His aura erupted, turning the entire chamber blood red. His Crimson Domain activated, causing the very walls and floor to pulse as if alive. The space around them twisted, filling the air with phantom wails—echoes of the souls he had slaughtered.

Leon's eyes darkened.

This was no ordinary enemy.

"Everyone," Leon said, his voice firm. "Do not let your blood touch the ground."

"Let me show you how powerful my class is," she said, a crimson aura forming around her palm.

A shimmering blood mist fell onto the body, slowly spreading across it. The moment it touched the flesh, a blood cocoon began to form, wrapping tightly around the corpse. The cocoon pulsed, condensing its energy into the body.

Then, the transformation began.

A dark crimson armor materialized, covering the figure as glowing red sigils appeared in its eyes. As the energy stabilized, the newly formed being rose to its feet and immediately knelt before Milim.

"My Queen."

The voice was deep, filled with unwavering loyalty.

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Your class is Necromancer?" he asked.

Milim shook her head. "No, it's just a bloodline ability."

She crossed her arms, watching the resurrected warrior. "My family's legacy allows us to create an immortal army. Their rank depends on the quality of the body we use."

She gestured toward Drevan's now-armored form. "Like him—he turned into a Grand Knight."

Leon examined the knight carefully. "Hmm... Blood Grand Knight, to be exact."

His eyes narrowed. This wasn't ordinary necromancy—Milim's power could raise warriors stronger than they were in life.

A terrifying ability.

Leon observed Drevan's transformation with keen interest. The Blood Grand Knight stood tall, his crimson armor pulsing with energy as if alive. The aura around him exuded both dominance and eerie tranquility, a stark contrast to the lifeless corpse he had been moments ago.

"This isn't just reanimation," Leon muttered. "He's stronger than before."

Milim smirked. "Of course. Unlike necromancy, my ability doesn't just bring back the dead—it reforges them using my blood energy. The higher the body's potential, the stronger the result."

Leon crossed his arms. "And his loyalty?"

Milim flicked her wrist, and Drevan instantly knelt again, his glowing crimson eyes locked onto her. "Absolute," she said confidently. "They retain combat instincts but lose all ties to their past life. They exist only to serve me."

Leon exhaled sharply. "So, this is your family's legacy?"

Milim nodded. "Yes. Our greatest warriors don't just die—they become eternal."

Roselia, who had been silently observing, finally spoke. "And how many of these knights can you create?"

Milim tapped her chin playfully. "Depends on the blood essence I have. Lesser beings make weak soldiers, but someone like Drevan? I can sustain around ten of his level at my current strength."

Leon's gaze darkened in thought. Ten knights at this level would be enough to wipe out entire elite squads.

"Impressive," he admitted. "So, do they retain any special skills?"

Milim grinned. "Let's find out."

She snapped her fingers, and Drevan vanished in a burst of speed, reappearing instantly behind Leon. His newly reforged body moved like a shadow, far faster than he ever had in life. His blood-infused blade stopped just before Leon's neck, humming with latent power.

Leon didn't flinch. Instead, he smirked.

"Fast," he acknowledged, raising a hand to push the blade aside. "But can he handle pressure?"

Without warning, Leon released a burst of Aetheric force, sending a shockwave that forced Drevan back. The Blood Grand Knight dug his feet into the ground, skidding before regaining his stance effortlessly.

Milim chuckled. "Oh, he's sturdy too."

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Leon cracked his knuckles. "Interesting. Let's see what else he can do."

Leon snapped his fingers, and three Dark Knights appeared, their black armor gleaming under the dim light. Each exuded a heavy, oppressive aura, their presence alone enough to make the ground tremble slightly.

"You have a summoning ability?" Milim asked, her gaze fixed on the newly formed knights.

"It's more like creating them rather than summoning," Roselia answered, observing the Dark Knights carefully. "Though... purely in terms of experience, Drevan might still have the upper hand. The ones Leon created are new—they have power but lack battle instincts."