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Even powerful humans like Andersen, who have modified or trained their bodies to the limit, can cleave bullets with melee weapons; let alone heroic spirits.

At this moment, this phenomenon was not limited to this battlefield; almost all the heroic spirits seemed to have received some kind of order and began to actively provoke others throughout the battlefield.

God's speech is over. Now it's time to kill without thinking! Just fight, just as that Demon King wished!

Don't think about anything, just fight!

This kind of thing, to put it bluntly, is exactly what Mordred wants!

In contrast, on other battlefields lacking high-level combat power, Xiao Mo has gone berserk, rampaging through the last large group of soldiers without even using her Noble Phantasm... In any case, there's simply no one on her battlefield who's qualified to use their Noble Phantasm on her.

Mordred: "Oh~!! They're all so weak. I really want to switch areas with that guy Flander III! It seems like all the slightly stronger guys are in his area."

His "father" is so biased! Mordred has the advantage of fighting on home soil here, so why doesn't he use her to deal with the strongest forces in the homeland, but instead lets Flander III deal with them?

I thought of the night's echo in my mind when I protested.

"Be good, Xiao Mo."

"Flanders III is more suited to this world, this battlefield, than you are. You'll soon find out why."

I didn't hear what came after that, or rather, I wasn't in the mood to care.

Mordred's attention was entirely focused on what was in front of him—"Be good, Mordred."

That's such a friendly way of addressing me, huh?!

Does her father treat her like a child?

Although she was very dissatisfied with this, her face turning red, she actually managed to make Mordred obedient. At this moment, she was even distracted from her favorite battle. In addition, the combat power on this side was too weak to be of any interest, so Mordred's mind was involuntarily focused on the battlefield in the center of London.

Then she'll have to take a good look at the "reason" her father mentioned.

What exciting drama is about to unfold?

...and then back to the very center of the battlefield.

"So powerful!!!" Is this what a Heroic Spirit is like?

What jolted everyone present from the fervor of the recent divine descent was the overwhelming sense of oppression arising from the vast disparity in power. Human beings instinctively feared this power that was beyond comprehension and common sense!

Everyone here is in awe of that pure numerical beauty!

Once they truly began to fight Heroic Spirits, setting aside their ornate Noble Phantasms, they discovered that even sheer physical strength was terrifying; these so-called "Heroic Spirits" were equally formidable.

That was truly "one man forming an army!"

Unlike Andersen, even the modified priest, who could briefly fight Alucard's River of Death alone, had his limits. Before the appearance of Heroic Spirits in this world, only Alucard could truly be an army of one! But now, the "Shadow Servant" standing there seemed tireless, still wielding a single weapon with impenetrable force against the circular tongues of fire that had formed into a beam of light?!

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Chapter Eighty-Five: Injustice and Immorality, Violence and Evil, the True Name of the Guardian General Has Already Been Revealed!

This horrifying scene caused the fierce flames that had burned in their chests at the start of the battle, a flame determined to prove they were worthy of being favored by God, to gradually cool down.

Is there no limit to the stamina of Heroic Spirits?

Although they were shouting and roaring, they began to attack even more desperately!

However, no matter how many times the trigger was pulled, no matter how many magazines were replaced, even if the gun overheated to the point of exploding, it could not break through that ink-like, watertight defense.

"And the enemy has so far used only one hand!"

"Monster!"

Even Alucard, the king of monsters, couldn't help but make such an astonishing assessment.

A being even more monstrous than him, the king of monsters, appeared.

That powerful numerical beauty—how magnificent!

Although he could withstand such firepower, he relied more on the souls of his past enemies as resurrection coins, or simply summoned the River of Death to unleash his army to shield him from the onslaught.

In reality, in terms of physical strength, Alucard is not particularly strong.

Alucard, having drunk the primordial blood, possesses incredibly powerful conceptual abilities. However, this world is mysterious and its end is easily predictable. Compared to other worlds—not only are their abilities and physical bodies terrifyingly abnormal, but their tanky, resilient nature is truly...

Akard is the ultimate mage assassin, essentially equipped with millions of resurrection coins.

Are all Heroic Spirits monsters like this?!

He couldn't help but start to ponder the other person's identity. Claiming to be a replica created from human history, he must surely be a prominent figure in history.

Who—who is this terrifying yet exhilaratingly powerful figure standing before them, fighting alongside them?!

Meanwhile, the "Shadow Servants" have begun their counterattack.

When it begins to act, whether it's countless thorny spikes that suddenly appear and pierce through, or it leaps into the crowd and then uses afterimages to wield its weapon, reaping the lives of enemies piece by piece.

Even a powerful priest like Father Anderson, when he tried to get close to attack, was repelled after only a few exchanges of blows.

Accardo's deliberate probing has cost him his life several times.

"With such skill, even in human history, among all the heroic spirits and legends of humanity, you could not be an unknown figure. Heroic spirits! State your names!"

After being easily pierced through the chest by the opponent's spear once again and thrown away, this time Accardo stood up but did not immediately approach. Instead, he continued to speak despite the large hole in his chest.

At this moment, he was like a wild beast whose ferocity had been completely unleashed. A chilling smile was on his face. Despite his disheveled appearance, Alucard's aura became increasingly dangerous, finally attracting the attention of this shadow follower.

From very early on, Vlad III had felt something was very strange.

Seeing Alucard appear before him, and especially after fighting him for a while, that feeling didn't fade; instead, it grew even stronger.

He didn't answer Accardo's question, but instead asked another: "Why do you carry the scent of Romania...?" It's confirmed, Vlad III finally confirmed! The feeling of his native land advantage came from this seemingly indestructible vampire before him.

Vlad III, who originally despised vampires the most and even sealed away the power of the legendary treasures associated with them, found it even more difficult to accept that his beloved country and the land he was meant to protect had suddenly become a monster, a "vampire."

God, have you played a huge joke on me?!

How insane this world is!

His Wallachia [Romania] is definitely not a vampire male!

It was this very question that caused Accardo to suddenly fall silent, his smile freezing as his pupils fixed intently on Vlad III.

Romania!

It's been so long since I've heard that term.

In particular, the other party's questions would remind him of scenes he didn't want to recall, and the fact that he had already swallowed up his last army, his own land, and his own people!

Alucard's expression turned extremely ugly: "That kind of stupid question is irrelevant—Heroic Spirit, tell me your true name!"

He didn't want to discuss his past.

However, at this moment, someone spoke up, not Vlad III but Father Andersen: "Haven't you realized yet? This man has already told us his real name... I was a little unsure at first, but when he asked about your relationship with Romania, I was finally able to confirm it!"

The person who knows you best is not yourself, but your own enemy!

In fact, it wasn't just Father Andersen; when he first witnessed the attack of that piercing stake, in human history, if there were no other like it—but to use that legend as a treasure, such a vivid and terrifying legend—only that person could do it!

Accardo: "What do you mean!"

Even now, I haven't been able to react, but I vaguely sense that the problem might be somewhat different from what I thought.

It wasn't that Uncle A was slow to react, but rather that he instinctively and subconsciously treated everyone as if they were himself. No one would mistake the person opposite them, who looked completely different from them now or in their past life, and whose temperament was even different, for "themselves."

Alucard never even considered that possibility!

He forgot that since the heroic spirits he had seen before came from another world, even if his counterpart in the human history of that other world didn't necessarily look exactly like him.

Therefore—

Andersen: "This is truly an incredible sight... not a descent into beastly monsters."

"And the Romanian monarch who truly 'died' and became a Heroic Spirit while still retaining a human form?!"

Alucard: !!!!

Boom! In an instant, it felt like Alucard's mind had exploded.

Like a comet streaking across the Milky Way, like lightning piercing the darkness, it unleashed a terrifying storm in the mind.

A Romanian monarch?!

"Who?" Acado felt the burning heartbeat in his cold body again, and he trembled all over.

Vlad III frowned—had his real name already been discovered?

That's quite normal, though; his unique fighting style and habits are rarely imitated, even in human history.

Father Anderson: "Injustice and immorality, treachery and unfaithfulness, violence and evil."

He hated all of this, and was a guardian warrior who would prevent them from falling into the path of beasts—his armor was covered in black rust from the blood and flesh of enemy soldiers, and his coat was stained crimson with the blood of traitors.

The gun that was originally wielded out of concern for the country and its people has become a stake for judging humanity's shortcomings.

That's right, your real name should be 一一.

Vlad III: "Have you recognized me? Then let me give my name."

Even though this body is a counterfeit Shadow Spirit Origin.

Even if personality and memories are pre-designed and fabricated.

But I am still the monarch who will soon execute you vile creatures!

Listen carefully! My name is Vlad III! Vlad III, Tsepesh!

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Chapter 86 Alucard: Denying the Power of Immortality, Humanity—The Most Remarkable!

Like a thunderclap exploding on flat ground!

Impossible, impossible!

That all-too-familiar, yet long-forgotten name echoed in Accardo's ears.

That name he had already abandoned.