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Chapter 864 A Future to Avoid

For a moment, Vicente felt like he was in a nightmare, but then he heard a voice that was hard not to recognize.

"Demien Bloodthorne, I did not expect to meet you like this," said the voice that drew Vicente, his own voice, with his future self right behind where he was kneeling on the ground.

Looking at his future self, Vicente understood the situation and realized he had made a misunderstanding.

\'Am I going to meet Demien when I\'m still a High-level Paragon?\' Vicente felt the cultivation of his future self, who was much stronger than him even though he was still at his current level.

\'It looks like I still won\'t have conquered my fifth pentagram by then. I can only feel four essences in this body.\' He looked deeply at himself and imagined this meeting would be about three years in the future.

"You\'ve really messed things up for me. Killing my men and disrupting my plans has caused me a headache, Vicente Fuller. Today you will pay for what you have done with your life," said the man as he opened his mouth wide while a cyan pentagram with indigo traces appeared around him.

The moment he activated his Intermediate Archmage powers, a cultivation Vicente could not ignore, thousands of bat-like creatures appeared in the air.

Under Demien\'s powers, rotting bodies emerged from the ground, leaving Vicente surrounded by enemies, alone in a place his past self couldn\'t imagine.

Vicente from the future also activated his powers and his nine pentagrams appeared, only one of them green and all the others cyan.

The surrounding shadows gave light to shadow demons, while weapons and artificial creatures appeared from Vicente\'s electromagnetic powers.

Demien smiled and licked his lips as he imagined how much stronger he would become by absorbing Vicente Fuller\'s blood.

"Today it will be you. In the future, I will act against those two bitches you call sisters!" He moved against Vicente, his dark beings attacking Vice\'s metals and shadow beings.

Suddenly, the place that seemed peaceful a moment ago turned into a huge battlefield as Demien used his many skills to attack Vicente.

Golden chains emerged from the vacuum of space and raced against Vicente\'s wrists and heels.

Mirrors of mana appeared here and there, countering Vicente\'s blows with similar versions of their own attacks.

Right from the start of this fight, the past Vicente saw his future self being pressured, his side of the fight being driven to exhaustion while Demien fought for almost the entire fight without showing any weakness.

\'Is this Demien Bloodthorne\'s level? He looks even stronger than Myndentan\'s soul projection.\' The past Vicente thought with concern as he watched a battle he really did not want to see come to an end.

All of future Vicente\'s magical forms and spells collapsed in the face of Demien Bloodthorne, who did not even need 50% of his superior vampire\'s strength.

Taking the future Vicente by the scruff of the neck and looking into the eyes of this wounded man, who was bleeding in various parts of himself, Demien smiled and said. "It\'s time for you to help me become an Advanced Archmage. Give me your blood, human!"

With these words, Demien bit the future Vicente\'s neck without the young man having the slightest chance to save himself.

A minute later, the past Vicente saw his future self thrown to the ground, dead!

A shiver ran down his spine as he looked at the hideous creature standing in the same spot where he had finished that dead body.

As Demien looked away, with a glint in his eyes that was hard to ignore, in the direction where Vicente was standing, the young man stood up and took a step back.

Demien flew towards him, knocking Vicente off balance as he feared he would meet the same fate as his future self.

But just as he was about to be reached, he felt the enemy pass through his body before seeing his surroundings change again, like a painting being burned.

The previous sensation of pain surged through his body, making him dizzy as he slammed his back into the ground.

He felt another dragon symbol appear in his soul, a second promise from him to the Dragon Tribe.

A moment later, he found himself back on the golden platform he had entered, where the First Elder of the Dragon Tribe was still waiting for him in the same place he had stopped.

The glow from around the Divine Dragon Matrix disappeared and the First Elder stretched his head closer to Vicente, curious to know what the young man had seen.

"Did you find your next pentagrams?" The Advanced Archmage of the tribe asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

The Divine Dragon Matrix was a tribal treasure that could only be used once every 500 years. Since its origin was related to the dragons that advanced to the 7th stage after reality shifted to the Polaris Realm and the Upper Continent, the cost of activating it was immense.

Only every 500 years would this incredible magical tool be "recharged" for a new activation!

But just because the properties of something that came from the powers of four legendary dragons and 500 years of mana were so fantastic, the effects of the tool were incredible and almost always accurate.

"More or less," Vicente said, feeling exhausted, with a mixed feeling of relief and worry in his heart.

"What do you mean?" The dragon narrowed his eyes as he realized that not everything was smooth sailing for the young human. "What did you see?"

"A future to be avoided." Vicente said as he leaned against the platform and looked at the dragon with sincerity and concern in his eyes. "I saw my death."

The First Elder\'s eyes widened as his gaze seemed to lose much of its former luster. Even though he didn\'t have the skin to turn pale, his appearance became somewhat opaque and dark at the words of the little human in front of him.

"This is terrible." He muttered as he closed his eyes and sighed. "The Divine Dragon Matrix has never been wrong."