MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 740: Military Base Alpha-2

Chapter 740: Military Base Alpha-2

Within the Military Base Alpha-2, a towering structure of black and crimson lood against the sky, rising so high it appeared almost sacrilegious, as if attempting to brush against the heavens themselves before so divine authority might descend to smite its ambition. Everyone within the military base knew of this building. It was not just any structure, it was the dominion of the Second Supre Monarch, the iron-blooded Monarch of Military Base Alpha-2, a being feared and revered in equal asure.

Within one of the innermost chambers of this ominous fortress, a thick swirl of blood-red energy coalesced in the air like a living mist. The aura it exuded was ancient, regal, and suffused with a predatory elegance. From within that swirling mass, a figure stepped forward. He stood tall, broad-shouldered, and composed, his very presence exuding an effortless nobility.

His features were flawless to the point of being unsettling, sharp jawline, cold sculpted expression, and an otherworldly beauty so potent that even beasts would willingly kneel in worship, compelled not by command but by instinctive reverence.

His hair, a cascade of dark crimson, flowed down like blood streaming from a blade, while his eyes, glowing a deep blood-red, shimred with a cold light that held both allure and terror. Everything about him, from his elegant stride to his asured breath, spoke of absolute supremacy. Though he had already suppressed his aura drastically, the air itself bent subtly around him, space faintly warping as if struggling to contain the sheer force of his existence.

He was the Second Supre Monarch.

The chamber itself seed to reflect his nature. The walls were adorned with ancient paintings, each depicting figures, vampires whose faces were unfamiliar to all but him. They were rendered in strokes of deep red and shadowed black, their gazes as solemn and tiless as forgotten royalty.

Suspended from the ceiling above were blood-red crystals that pulsed faintly, casting a dark ruby glow across the chamber. Every piece of design, every curve and line in the architecture, had been crafted to amplify both the opulence and the subtle nace of the room. Red, always red, intertwined with lacquered black and threads of muted gold, creating an atmosphere both majestic and suffocating.

Without slowing, the Second Supre Monarch advanced toward the throne that rested upon an elevated obsidian platform. The throne itself was an artifact of ancient design, wrought from midnight-black tal and veined with streaks of red and gold. It sat with an imposing majesty, radiating its own silent pressure, as though it too possessed a will and presence befitting a monarch’s seat.

The Second Supre Monarch ascended the steps and sat down with effortless grace. The mont he settled onto the throne, the chamber seed to still. His aura, though suppressed, continued to leak like a silent storm, pressing down on the atmosphere. He closed his eyes for a mont, and in that brief silence, his thoughts raced, faster than any super computer could calculate, sharper than any blade forged in this world.

Then, his eyes opened.

"Co to ," he spoke, his voice quiet yet absolute. It was not a request. It was a decree. His tone did not seek compliance.

For a heartbeat, there was nothing but silence.

Then space itself twisted.

A flash of pale light streaked through the chamber, followed by shadows coiling like ink in water. In an instant, two figures materialized before him and imdiately dropped to one knee, their heads bowed so low their foreheads almost touched the floor. Their power was heavily restrained, none of them dared let even the faintest ripple of aura brush against the Second Supre Monarch without explicit permission.

One was a Titan, towering and broad, his skin slightly bronze with faint runic patterns etched across his arms. The other was a Dwarf, shorter but heavily built, his features stern and disciplined. A peculiar pairing, so might say, but within Military Base Alpha-2, they were known by title rather than race.

They were the Warlords of Military Base Alpha-2.

The Second Supre Monarch said nothing for a mont, his crimson gaze sweeping over the two kneeling figures, weighing them in silence.

"Where is Vladek? Did he not hear my summon?" he asked, his voice calm, devoid of agitation yet carrying an oppressive authority that pressed against their backs.

Still with his head bowed, the Titan Warlord replied, "He left the Military Base over two week ago on a personal errand, Supre Monarch. When we inquired about it, he refused to elaborate. Since then, we have been unable to establish contact. All attempts to locate him have t a dead end."

The Titan’s voice was low, respectful, steady. Both he and the Dwarf knew well that Vladek was not simply another Warlord within the base. He was blood, the Second Supre Monarch’s own descendant. And Vladek had always made sure to remind them of that fact, wielding his lineage like a blade to cut through protocol and hierarchy. Because of this, even though all three of them held the rank of Warlord, Vladek possessed political influence that neither Titan nor Dwarf could contest.

The Second Supre Monarch did not outwardly react. His face remained as composed as ever, but behind those blood-red eyes, calculations spiraled like a storm.

’I sent Vladek to handle Anthony... and bring

his blood.’

Silence coiled through the chamber like a serpent, slow and tense, pressing against the walls as if the air itself held its breath.

’Could Vladek have run... after discovering the nature of Anthony’s blood?’ The thought flickered through his mind like a passing shadow, but he dismissed it almost imdiately. No other vampire had discovered what he had. Soone as insignificant as Vladek would never be capable of perceiving the deeper truth.

’Besides... even if he did realize sothing... he would not dare betray ,’ he concluded with cold certainty.

"So... he told you nothing at all?" the Second Supre Monarch asked, voice steady, each word precise.

"We were only told he would depart on personal business. That is all, Supre Monarch. As for the specifics, we do not know. We... could not force him to speak," the Dwarf responded, still kneeling with perfect discipline, his forehead almost touching the cold marble.

The Second Supre Monarch gave a slight nod and went silent again, his fingers tapping once upon the armrest of his throne, a subtle motion, yet it echoed like a heartbeat through the chamber.

"Have the demons made a move in my absence?" he asked without emotion.

"No, Supre Monarch," the Titan Warlord replied instantly. "As per your command, we locked down the base. All personnel remained within designated sectors. Those on missions remained strictly within our region. There have been no external breaches."

Another slow nod.

"Then," the Second Supre Monarch said, eyes glinting faintly, "give

a complete report of every significant occurrence during my absence. Include updates from the neighboring military bases, especially Military Base Alpha-9."

"As you command, Supre Monarch," both Warlords intoned in perfect unison, their voices steady, reverent.

And thus, they began to speak, carefully, thodically, detailing every developnt that had transpired, their words echoing through the crimson throne chamber beneath the watchful, unblinking gaze of the blood-eyed Monarch seated upon his throne of black and gold.