Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 202 The Resistance of the Rebels
"I fought for you, I killed for you, I feared no death for you, I gave you everything..."

Dracula's body constantly dies and is reborn amidst the ravages and destruction of the Crusaders.

"My wife was abandoned by you. She committed suicide because she was deceived. She will be reincarnated endlessly in the world, unable to reach heaven. My questions were scoffed at by you. My glory is like dust that can be trampled on by anyone..."

He has given up his human body.

The dark silhouette floated like a flame swaying in the wind, and long, slender arms, like withered limbs, stretched out from the floating, amorphous shadows.

"You can curse me to become a monster that feeds on blood at will, and you can also rashly allow tens of thousands of humans to become powerful beings beyond the ordinary. My faith and glory are so cheap, like a tiny insect. You can toy with my fate at will..."

As if questioning the God who reigns over the universe, countless arms stretched out to the sky, with open fingers trying to grasp the God who never condescended to step down from the throne.

"But even tiny insects can bite tall humans!"

Blood-red eyes opened on Dracula's body, and cold gaze radiated from his pupils as he looked towards the holy city in the distance.

Wen Lie has not appeared so far, just like the God in heaven, he never sets foot on the mortal world. Only believers in the mortal world can punish him as a sinner on behalf of God.

At this moment, all of Dracula's anger was transferred to Wen Lie.

Slender arms shot forward, passing by the knight like supersonic wings. The black and red silhouettes cut through the knight's flesh and knocked the strong knight away.

The target knight was another person. He swung his fist and sent out a fiery ripple at Dracula. One palm pressed on the knight's fist, pressing the powerful fist down. Several palms grabbed the knight's limbs, and the outward pulling force made the knight feel a tearing pain.

Several knights swung their swords and tried to cut off Dracula's arms, but it was too late. The power released by those arms instantly severed the knight's limbs.

Hot blood gushed out from the knight's shoulders. The limbless knight fell to the ground, shouting frantically: "For God! Take this, my last ripple!"

The knight extended his tongue to the ground, and through this unsightly action, the life energy of his whole body was transmitted through the ground and entered the body of another knight.

The knight concentrated the huge ripples in his arms, and chopped his arms towards Dracula's head like a long sword, splitting his body in two. The ripples spread to both sides from the wound on his body.

Dracula's right half suddenly turned into a pitch-black hound, opening its bloody mouth and biting off the knight's neck with its sharp fangs. His head was then smashed by other knights.

The plateau next to the mountains turned into a bloody battlefield.

Dracula gave up retreating and giving up hope. He charged into the Crusaders' ranks with a firm determination.

Accompanied by blooming golden light and flying blood shadows, pieces of flesh and blood from corpses flew all over the sky, and the fallen knights formed a path of corpses behind Dracula.

Dracula died again and again, and was reborn again and again. He used his life in exchange for the opportunity to kill the enemy. In each cycle of life and death, several knights would die.

The road paved with corpses extended to the holy city. Dracula did not stop, did not retreat, and did not lean. He was like a bullet shot from a gun, just moving forward.

Above the holy city, on the balcony of a room, everyone raised their binoculars and looked at the bloody battle breaking out in the distance, and they couldn't help but be moved.

Overlord exclaimed: "Although he is an enemy, he is also a man worthy of admiration. No wonder he can be the protagonist on the set of Hell Song a hundred years later."

Judging from Dracula's murderous spree, he's clearly a whimsical character. Zhao Yingkong said coldly, "An enemy is just an enemy. The best way to respect an enemy is to kill him by any means necessary."

Zheng Lan smiled bitterly. "This way, we become the villains. Even if Dracula dies on the road, it's a glorious defeat... A brave man who challenges a tyrant for his love and dignity. Dracula right now feels like he's been cast in this kind of script."

Meanwhile, a certain tyrant was watching the battle between Dracula and the Crusaders from a window sill elsewhere.

"Come on, Dracula," Wen Lie muttered to himself as he sat on the windowsill, a yogurt bar in his mouth. "It would be hilarious if you died before even reaching me. Whether you're the boss of Castlevania, the boss and protagonist of Dracula: Dracula's Dracula, or the protagonist of Hellsong, you've got to stand up straight."

Wen Lie wants to experience what it's like to be the big boss.

Even though it was a great feeling sitting on a high place, watching the protagonist try his best to defeat his men.

However, this protagonist is still somewhat imperfect if he doesn't even have the ability to kill him.

The substitute, Anubis, said with emotion, "This is the composure of a strong man. As expected of you, Lord Wen Lie. Your hegemony is unparalleled in the world!"

Wen Lie smiled easily, rolled down from the windowsill, and walked towards his throne.

Next, he will sit on this throne and wait for Dracula's challenge.

The bright moon gradually sets in the west, and the morning light slowly rises in the east. When the moon sets and the sun rises, the bright moonlight and the red sunlight simultaneously cover the Transylvanian plateau. The bones covering the ground sparkle with bright colors in the light of the sun and the moon.

After more than ten hours of fighting, Dracula finally killed 499,325 Crusaders.

More than 500,000 lives were used up in more than half an hour. Dracula used his last life to kill more than 50 Crusaders.

This is an extremely brutal war!

Everyone who participated in the battle tried their best and was fearless of death. In the end, they got what they wanted. The knights who aimed to die in battle turned into cold bones, and the vampires who aimed to resist killed every enemy.

Walking on the bone plateau in the cold wind, Dracula still did not retreat. He walked towards the holy city along the road paved with corpses.

At this moment, Dracula has exhausted all the lives he devoured, and most of his energy and blood energy have been depleted in the constant fighting. His physical fatigue is by no means false.

The most important thing he should do now is not to go to the holy city, but to find a place to replenish the losses.

However, Dracula did not hesitate at all.

His spirit was extremely excited. After more than ten hours of fighting, Dracula's fighting spirit reached the extreme. His terrifying will made him feel no physical fatigue.

For Dracula, he is now at his peak.

This state cannot be compared no matter how many lives are consumed.

(End of this chapter)