Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

This time, let him go crazy for the Royal Anglican Knights one last time! Hmph, hehe—hahahahahaha! Intgra suddenly waved his sleeve: "Restriction Binding Technique 0, released! Return! Millions, return! Chant—!!!!"

Under that command—a command that traveled far across space.

The next moment, whoosh!!

With his head slightly bowed, Akard, now a quiet and handsome man, exhaled a long breath of white air.

"The Bird of the Hermes is my name, it devours me and controls my heart."

I devoured my own wings!

“That show I was tamed!!!” He devoured everything he had—his own land, his own city, he destroyed his own wings. This was how he was tamed.

Singing is a presentation of the past, a re-enactment of life!

At this moment, on the ghost ship, the coffin lid that Alucard had brought with him could no longer suppress his true power. The magic circle on it revealed the release of a spell, and countless crimson eyes appeared from the opening of the coffin lid.

No, those are not just simple eyes, but countless souls squeezed within them, gazing outwards!

The major suddenly became excited: "It's coming! The river is coming!!"

Even though he had already witnessed the even more terrifying things like the Golden Demon City, the River of Dead was something he had been looking forward to for a long time.

When he was finally about to witness that scene, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

"River of Death! The Dead Dance! Even Hell Sings for It!!"

At this moment, on the earth—

Sensing the unsettling atmosphere, the others were filled with fear due to a sense of foreboding, but Vlad III was different—his expression suddenly turned extremely grim.

"My Romania—!!" The Grand Duke felt it, he felt it more clearly than ever before. At this moment, the land of Wallachia seemed to be unfolding in this city, but what lingered over that land was an unprecedented aura of blood and death.

How could a king who had devoted all his life to protecting his country endure such a hellish atmosphere?

Damn it—! What on earth is going on?!

Whoosh!

First, Accardo's body suddenly transformed into a huge crimson curtain, and then—countless crimson eyes lit up from it.

Upon seeing those eyes, this horrifying scene did not frighten Vlad III; in fact, it made him feel dizzy and disoriented.

The source of the aura lies within that crimson curtain, seemingly isolated in another space.

If his Romania lies behind that space, then what are those eyes?!

A bad feeling welled up in his heart, and he found himself gripping the weapon in his hand even tighter.

Who exactly are you?!

Only then did Accardo become the second person Vlad III took notice of, after Andersen, a devout Catholic.

Even though Vlad III had previously paid more attention to him because of his Romanian aura, he hadn't taken the vampire seriously. But things were different now.

No matter how absurd the conjecture may be—! the phenomenon before us seems to have only one possible explanation—!

"My Romania—and even my people, are they over there? Inside that vampire's body?! My land, everything I protected in my life, has it all been devoured by this vampire?! A surge of rage nearly consumed Vlad III's reason in an instant!"

Even now, he still couldn't connect the other person with himself, but he did think of part of the truth, and the thought that this monster might have devoured Romania was unbelievable!

Ah, ah ah—!

"Hmph, hmph, hahahahahaha—!" Suddenly, Alucard burst into loud laughter, emerging from the blood-red curtain, but did not directly respond to Vlad's question.

Subsequently

Rumble! The blood curtain suddenly began to spread rapidly—the next moment, like a river, a dead river composed of blood and countless eyes swept across the entire city of London.

Instantly—all the stakes erected by the King of Extreme Execution around the street were washed away, and then the dead river in the street surged with waves. Countless eyes appeared on the surface of the river, and then arms emerged first, followed by bodies. People then realized that each eye represented a dead person.

The dead march—!!!

This is even more terrifying than the previous final convoy; it's a true river of the dead, a hell on earth!

In the heavens—Archbishop Maxwell, who had already fallen into a state of self-silence when Vlad III fought against all forces alone—remained silent even when the Thirteen Corpses appeared and began to rush to their deaths one after another.

But upon seeing the dead river below, a scene far too horrifying for any living being to bear, he was so terrified that he cried out, "How...how is this possible?!"

The piercing rainforest might be more lethal, but even a rainforest full of corpses isn't so dense that it would melt into a single river.

In terms of physical discomfort alone, the Dead River is far more terrifying. It has transcended the level of brutality and entered the dimension of hell, truly matching people's imagination of what hell looks like!

Maxwell: "This is impossible!! How could this happen!"

Andersen murmured, “This is Alucard, the vampire! Blood is the currency of the soul; to consume the blood of others is the way life is traded. It means taking the lives of others for oneself.” Then, he looked at not only the countless corpses of Turkish civilians from hundreds of years ago crawling out of the river, but also some legions in armor bearing banners.

"War Flag! Janissaries Legion! You even devoured them all? No wonder you can't die or be killed. Just how many lives do you possess?! How many lives have been consumed because of this?!"

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Chapter Ninety-Five: I have abandoned the name of Dracula the Dragon? Impossible!

That's not all—!

In the sky, Maxwell, cold sweat dripping down his back, stared in disbelief at the legion emerging from the River of Death, a force resembling hellish cavalry: "The Royal Knights of Wallachia...!!"

Vlad III was now completely devoid of elegance and composure; his mind had exploded! His pupils contracted, and he stared blankly ahead, utterly disoriented!

Maxwell: "You...you even your own army...your own servants...your own civilians...what kind of monster are you?! Devil! Devil!! Devil!!!" Amid Maxwell's heart-wrenching screams of terror, Accardo, who had reverted to his former count's armor, suddenly swung his arms, and countless soldiers appeared directly behind him.

It was an army that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Vlad III.

A well-equipped, heavily armed, and awe-inspiring army!

The warhorses, clad in gleaming armor, seemed shrouded in mystery under the blood-red night, transforming into hellish black riders who brought death and fear to the world. Even though they were no longer in the same world!

Vlad III recognized them too!

The Knights, an unparalleled army that once dominated the battlefields of medieval Europe, repeatedly repelled powerful invaders and the Sultan's personal guards.

In that instant, blinded by rage, Vlad III was unable to utter a single sound from his hoarse voice...

"My army—!"

His once-proud army, along with his former enemies, cannot rest in peace even in death. Their souls are toyed with, they are humiliated, and now they are even used against him!

His loathing for vampires, coupled with the scene before him, nearly caused his killing intent to surge to its peak.

"I'll kill you—!!!" At this moment, the trial was no longer relevant. Having witnessed his honor being trampled and his most cherished possessions being defiled, Vlad III gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, and only one thought remained.

This "monster" that, after his death, desecrated his own territory and turned everything into history, was once again torn to pieces!

"King of Extreme Execution—!!!" Rumble!!

A more astonishing and larger-scale Noble Phantasm than ever before has appeared.

When those past souls appear at this moment, it seems as if the land of Wallachia is also fully revealed and becomes as important as the city of death, London.

Ah, that's it!

Now you can understand it.

After all, all the legends surrounding the Grand Duke, including those concerning his life, have been condensed and presented in the present!

Because they were all devoured by that vampire without exception, therefore—

Therefore, for the Grand Duke, this place, within this river of blood and the river of death, is precisely where he is located within Wallachia.

Here, Vlad, whose power rivals that of Hercules and Karna, the son of the sun god, would display, would be terrifying when he fully unleashes his Noble Phantasm. Instantly—countless spikes rose from the earth, and even the Dead River, which had begun releasing millions of souls throughout London, was instantly submerged in vast swathes. All the souls were pierced through as easily as loaves of bread.

Meanwhile, the Blood River center where Alucard was located was instantly engulfed by countless piercing stakes, and the army rushed forward to shield Alucard—all of them were killed instantly. But it wasn't entirely in vain.

The corpses were piled up into a tower, growing higher and higher, until finally sending Accardo into the heavens.

At this moment, Accardo finally spoke: "Your army? Indeed—you could say that's your army—but it is also my army! A symbol of military spirit, a symbol of glory, and once upon a time—also a symbol of the nation of Wallachia, an army I am proud to name after Wallachia!"

Even in the face of such a crisis, Accardo remained calm.

Even if he summoned the River of Death, he was instantly driven to the brink of despair by the Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm. After all, although there was still a lot of soul energy in the River of Death, he had no resurrection coins left. Facing the Executioner King, who possessed super-strong AoE group damage skills, he might easily be wiped out as a mere grunt.

Even so, Accardo couldn't contain his excitement—he couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to reveal his real name to the other person!

Between you and me, and between you and me! This fateful encounter, if only he knew the true identities of both of us, would be too regrettable.

The 'life' revealed in this dead river is precisely the most powerful evidence of his identity.

Vlad III paused slightly in his movements: "Your... army?!"

Even the very claim he himself named—!— jolted Vlad III from his rage, his pupils contracting as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, forcing him to calm down and making him think of something.

On the other side, seeing this, he breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief, seemingly not flustered at all. Well—while his heart was pounding, it was impossible for him to be completely calm.

A cold sweat trickled down my back—! The enraged Vlad III was truly terrifying!

What was originally just a piercing rainforest covering the entire square has suddenly been able to keep up with the speed of the Dead River's spread, expanding continuously into the entire city of London, seemingly endless and without any boundaries. Judging from the ease with which he does it, even if he were to completely unleash millions of souls and engulf the entire country, would this man's Noble Phantasm still be able to continue covering it?

King of Extreme Punishments—!

Is this Noble Phantasm, born from their legends in life, really this terrifying? Or are all Heroic Spirits this horrifying?

“That’s right, that’s my army! It’s the army I led in my previous life, the name I haven’t yet relinquished. And my current name is, Alucard—!”

Alucard—!! Read backwards it's—Dracula!!

Finally—upon hearing the name and learning the vampire's name, Vlad III immediately realized what was happening, and his expression became incredibly complex and astonished.

No, impossible—!! Impossible—!!

The remaining one in this world?! Surprisingly?!

Who is he? He is Vlad III Tsepesch!—the second son of Dracuri, born in Transylvania!

He did not bow his head when his father, Delacouri, was made a count and submitted to the Ottoman Empire.

Vlad and his brother Radu were held hostage by the Ottoman Empire until their father was killed, at which point they were freed and the Grand Duke officially inherited his father's title. Abandoned by his father at a young age, he was sent to Constantinople at the tender age of 12.

Even so, he was never defeated by the pain in his life.

After inheriting his father's title, he became a hero in the fight between Christianity and the Ottoman Empire, completely washing away the shame his father had brought upon his family and country!

He even earned the reputation of being the shield of Christianity—the Grand Duke Dracula of the Dragon.

He is Dracula, the Dragon Dracula!

What the Grand Duke hated was never the name Dracula, but the name Dracula that was misunderstood by the world as a vampire.