The red and black castle disappeared in an instant, and in the ruined vampire city, Vlad III was completely penetrated, with countless spears piercing out from his knees, elbows, and chest.
If it weren't for the vampire's durability, he probably wouldn't have disappeared on the spot.
He now looked like a picture of the crucifixion of Jesus on the cross, his whole body being stabbed by a spear and hanging in mid-air.
"Unclean one, this is the ending that suits you."
Seeing his mad self lying down bleeding, the Lancer Vlad III made a sound of disdain.
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
It was such a breathtaking brilliance that she couldn't help but take half a step back.
Mashu immediately stood in front of her with his shield, and Kintoki also picked up his axe, looking like he was about to charge forward.
Fujimaru Ritsuka calmed down, stretched out his hands to push the two of them away, walked to the front, and stared back at each other without fear.
"Aren't you... afraid of me?"
"I...of course I'm afraid..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka originally wanted to show off, but her voice was still trembling. People are always like this, and they can't help but think about "what if" situations. For example, when walking on a suspension bridge and looking down, they can't help but think: What if I fall?
What should I do if I go down and my legs become paralyzed with fear?
Fujimaru Ritsuka was the same, thinking: What if he pierced my hands and feet with a spear, how painful it would be, without losing too much blood, the pain would be excruciating.
When I feel scared, my knees will naturally tremble and my voice will tremble.
"But no matter how scared I am! My servant is fighting! So as the master, I must stand in front and witness his battle! This is my battle!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her right hand, and the three red lines on it outlined a beautiful pattern, which particularly matched her fair skin.
"Vlad III! My servant! Don't lose here!"
The girl shouted loudly, and along with the red magic power, a beautiful red light appeared.
Like a blood moon sinking on the surface of the earth.
"Hmph, you actually cheer for the evil heretics! Shouldn't the so-called Chaldea be the savior!"
"I don't care about that kind of thing! My Lord Vlad will never lose to anyone else!"
The girl spoke subjectively without any logic.
The man's low-pitched blond hair was stuck with blood and scattered piece by piece. A faint smile could be seen on his pale face.
"Yes...I will not lose to anyone...because...Yu is [Vlad III]! He is desired by his subjects, so the king should offer victory to him!! The son of the dragon - also a dragon! Here I offer me
A life stained with blood!! Blood-stained king ghost!! (kazikli-bey)!”
Rolling to the ground, the bright red color merged with countless dark red blood pools, and sharp shapes instantly emerged. The sharp edges and corners interlocked with each other, turning into a deep black.
In the interlaced blood pool, countless blood teeth bit towards the Lancer Vlad III!
However, beside the opponent, countless spears have been arranged in a cylindrical shape, like a fence, surrounding him, forcibly planning an absolute defensive place that will not be injured.
The blood spikes emitted by Vlad III were all intercepted by the enemy's spears!
A thick curse spreads from the blade of the gun, called the curse of faith, a curse that condemns all evil things.
The same goes for the blood piles that Vlad released on time. The evil thoughts were cut off and it was just ordinary blood.
However, Vlad III did not expect his Noble Phantasm to take effect at first.
As long as there is blood in all directions, that will be enough.
Vampires are born from blood.
As long as ordinary blood splashes into the absolute gun defense circle, it will be fine.
Vlad III was reborn in the blood. His dark figure held up his sharp claws. Like a monster, he fiercely tore his claws at the armor and cloak on the opponent's back.
"General Yu will convict you!"
Unexpectedly, the Lancer Vlad III did not wave his spear this time, but also raised his palms. The sharp edges and fingers of the iron gauntlets were specially made into spike-like structures, making his palms look like
Even scarier than a vampire's claws.
At the end of the battle between the fanatic in blue-grey armor and the vampire in black, both sides gave up their weapons and relied on their claws to fight each other!
The vampire's claw blade split and tore the opponent's armor with every blow, and he watched as blood spurted out from inside and splashed on his claws.
The palms of the fanatics beat the opponent with all their strength, tearing the opponent's flesh and blood into pieces with every blow. Bloodshot and skin were everywhere between the fingernails and the gaps in the gauntlet.
Both men's attacks were extremely fast, going all out, and the dazzling attacks were accompanied by flying blood. No matter how you look at them, they are models of violent aesthetics.
These two people... can no longer tell which one is the monster.
In fact, there is no need to make the distinction so clearly.
Both of them are vampire Dracula.
Both of them are Vlad III, Son of the Dragon.
Both of them were lords who went to the end for their faith.
Two people are each other.
Since one of them is a lunatic, there is no reason why the other party is not.
This is Vlad III.
At the end of the wild fight...
Vlad III penetrated Vlad III's chest.
The sharp vampire claws closed together, like an awl, piercing the opponent's chest.
Similarly, Vlad III also penetrated Vlad III's lower abdomen.
The heavy iron fist of the fanatic penetrated countless small openings on the opponent's body, and with both arms, he tore the opponent in half!
"Sir Vlad!!!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka felt anxious and was about to rush out. The little girl wearing a black cloak beside him flew forward first. Her figure was like a fast crow. She caught Vlad III's half body in mid-air and fell back nimbly.
.
She raised her head, holding up half of Vlad III's body, with bright eyes.
She was probably looking for Fujimaru Ritsuka to praise her with her eyes, right?
But how does Fujimaru Ritsuka feel now?
"That's it... hum... Master... the rest is up to you."
Without giving Fujimaru Ritsuka time to react, half of Vlad III's body turned into golden particles and disappeared.
Chaldea's detection system confirmed that Vlad III's spiritual base was forcibly recalled to Chaldea.
This was exactly his style. He didn't talk much, and he didn't like this kind of heart-wrenching farewell. He explained the funeral arrangements and then disappeared on the spot.
On the other side, the same goes for Vlad III.
There was a huge hole punched through the armor, and blood was gurgling from inside.
"Hmph, that guy...finally...is it time for me to sacrifice myself?"
His figure also gradually faded, turning into golden particles.
"Chaldea. Since you have won...I will reward you accordingly: Listen. In this singularity, there is only one person who is truly a good person. There is only one person who is the true demon slayer. There is only one, is
The real Demon King. Everything else doesn't matter. In this false world, only these three are real. Go find them! But you must be quick."
After Vlad III finished speaking, half of his body disappeared, leaving only a thorny head.
His eyes were calm and peaceful. He looked at the sky, as if staring at God's gift.
As he disappeared, the entire castle rumbled and trembled, bricks fell, and it was obvious that it was about to collapse!!