"Since the magic scroll has healed me back to my peak conditions and I am able to fight once more, it's time to take out the rest of them and complete this trial!"

[I implore you to do so. Otherwise, you'll miss your chance to undergo bloodline awakening and obtain an innate racial ability.]

Vincent stored his daggers in his subspace and activated his ability to conjure two crimson swords out of his blood, then dashed towards the terrified goblins, terrified because the devil in their eyes has consumed the almighty dragon to heal itself.

A blood bath ensured as with each swing of his swords, one to two goblins fell to the ground with a dull thud, lifelessly.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Bug off! I am not giving in to you anymore," Vincent said in his mind, giving a big fat no to the desires of his sinful and evil vampiric blood.

Of course, the bloodlust erupted inside of him many more times, trying to erode his consciousness. However, each time he didn't give in to it, and thus, managed to control himself until he killed his way back to the crimson dome.

"What are you guys doing out here?" Vincent asked when he noticed Nevis and Varth who were outside the crimson dome.

"Long story short, the goblins didn't dare to enter the dome to kill us, so we came out to kill them. We were fighting them after the dragon disappeared but they backed off when they sensed you coming here." Varth said, explaining the situation to him.

"Are they safe? What about any injuries?" Vincent asked, worried about Leilani and the others.

"They are fine, Buddy!" Nevis said, and Vincent felt his worries easing.

"What should we do about them?" Varth said while looking at the goblins who were standing on one side of the large hall and cowering in fear.

"The trial isn't going to end unless we kill them to the very last monster." Vincent's words signified that they must kill them, even though the enemies had no will to fight against them.

"Let's not waste any time."

Nevis passionately said as he, Vincent, and Varth rushed towards the goblins.

"You guys take the ones on the left and leave the rest to me," Vincent said to them, then took off by himself, almost as if the opinions of the others didn't matter.

His behavior slightly hurt them, but they didn't complain and rushed towards the goblins as one, and then released their attacks once they reached closer to them. Wooden spikes, wooden boulders, ice needles, ice spikes, and unstoppable bullets rained down towards the goblins.

Most of the goblins couldn't endure the pain that came from having their bodies crushed, and they died.

With a single barrage of attacks, more than eighty goblins died.

On the other hand, Vincent continued his massacre. His body seemed like a blur as he moved through the ranks of the enemy, slashing their necks and impaling their hearts as he did so. One green body after another dropped to the ground each time he took a step, a mess of blood decorating the ground in crimson.

In less than ten minutes, more than 90 goblins died under his blade.

Moreover, the moment he killed the ninety-ninth goblin, the crimson glow in his congealed over his irises, creating curved blade-like insignias. Immediately after, the notification of his family heirloom popped up in his mind.

[Congratulation! You've fulfilled the condition necessary to awaken your innate racial trait (Bloodline Ability)]

[You've awakened a special innate racial trait]

[I'm analyzing the changes in your body to determine the effects of your traits. It will take some time.]

Vincent continued his killing as the world in his eyes turned red once again. It was at this moment that a notification containing the properties of his newly awakened trait popped up in his mind.

[You've awakened Red Moon Gaze]

[Effect:

Asura Summoning: By directing your blood into the insignias in your body, you can manifest a six-armed killing machine.

Gaze of Suppression: The Gaze of the Asura suppresses the strength of the beings that fears you.]

"Insignias? Is it where I feel hot?" Vincent backed off from the goblins then directed his blood into his eyes, channeling a large amount of it into the insignias in his eyes.

An instant after he did that, redness creeped out of his eyes, turning into specks of rubies that moved past him, only to intertwine behind his back to take the shape of a grotesque monster with six arms, out of six hands only one held a weapon in it.

"What the hell?"

Varth looked at the giant behind Vincent speechlessly, and the eyes of Nevis opened wide in disbelief as an expression of bewilderment plastered itself on his face.

"Am I imagining things? Yes, that must be it! Otherwise, how could such a thing pop up in the world out of nowhere!!" Nevis rubbed his eyes, unable to understand how a 5-meter tall crimson giant has suddenly appeared behind Vincent and became the main attraction of the hall.

After rubbing his eyes, he looked in front of him once again, only to see that it was still here and not a part of his imagination!

"Holy shit!" Nevis said, appalled at the mere existence of the crimson giant.

"Hmm, is it another one of his racial traits?" Varth said while looking at Vincent and the six arms crimson giant hovering behind his back.

Vincent, on the other hand, wondered why the Asura is missing a weapon on its other five hands. Of course, this time he needed to find it out himself ​as his family heirloom didn't know why. This was a newly awakened trait with no mention of it in the database, so it didn't know why. Still, Vincent concluded pretty soon.

"Is it because I didn't feed enough blood to the insignias in my eyes?" Vincent knew that it would take some time for him to understand how this ability works, but for now, he could feel the way to control it, almost as if his blood was telling him how to do it. One could even say that the information related to his innate racial trait was present in the blood circulating in his bloodstream!

Following the instructions in his blood, Vincent raised his hands just above his head for a brief moment before bringing it down, and that was the command the giant behind him needed to charge at the goblins.

With each of its steps, the floor trembled, and the fear in the hearts of the goblins intensified. However, there was no escape from this place as the portals were closed, and there was no place out of here, so they couldn't make a run for it.

They could only die under the giant's hands or fight to survive.

Even a cornered rabbit fight back, and these were goblins, so they mustered up their courage. The remaining dozen or so shamans conjured fireballs while the archers released their arrows, hurling a deluge of attacks towards the crimson giant.

All hope faded from their eyes and their courage deflated because of what happened next.

The crimson giant raised his sword above his head for a brief moment and swung it downwards, generating winds so strong and fast that they deflected the arrows and split apart the fireballs in the blink of an eye.

Nevis looked at all of that with eyes threatening to pop out of his socket and his jaw threatening to drop to touch the ground.

"Holy! That thing is too strong! It dispelled all of their attacks with a casual swing!" Nevis said, expressing his excitement and showing that he was shocked and exhilarated to see what just happened.

Varth nodded his head, thinking that this crimson giant can go toe to toe with combatants in the early stage of the advanced evolutionary realm, that's above level 150.

The goblins felt devastated by the might showcased in front of their eyes, and they knew that the crimson giant is too strong for tiny green-bodied monsters like them to handle.

They came term to terms with reality and accepted defeat in silence.

Whatever they did, didn't matter to it, and its sword dropped on top of them, darkening their surrounding before it even reached them. The moment the sword dropped on them, they turned to meat paste, dying a grotesque death.