The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

The liches and stone-winged demons had repaired the city walls countless times, and the high frequency of spellcasting had brought their spirits to the brink of collapse.

......

Akado lived in a military tent.

The blood demons that once came to the royal city with him were disappearing every day.

Cassidy went out last night and never came back.

No one would pay attention to his thoughts, they are sacrificing their lives for this country.

There were fewer and fewer people in the military tent.

There were many wounded soldiers at the beginning, but later the wounded left and the place became empty. Countless sleeping bags that were so tattered that the cotton wool was exposed were piled up into small hills. They were graves and would not be included in history books that would be passed down.

The only ones living here are children like Akado...the older ones have already gone to the battlefield.

Until one day, a dozen soldiers walked in with wounds, took the children out of the tent one by one, and forced the blood-stained or broken weapons into their hands without saying a word.

The Sarkaz children took the weapons in confusion, and when their fingers touched the cold handles, they realized that they had already prepared to die for this country.

The man wearing the black crown walked down from the throne and looked at the children with a helpless and regretful look.

The city has reached its limit. After months of siege, there is almost no food and weapons available in the royal city. The Sarkaz are strong and powerful. The winter is very cold, but few people are frozen to death.

They must abandon the city and break out.

The city walls made of huge stones collapsed with a loud bang, turning into angry beasts and pouncing on the surrounding Gallic army.

But Ursus' reinforcement fleet followed closely, and Leitania used spells to contain the enemy.

Akado watched the chaos around him in silence.

There were shouts, cries of pain, roaring artillery fire, flying sand and flowing blood.

He held the broken knife with its blade bent in his hand, and felt an inexplicable excitement, as if this place was calling him... No, it was not the war that was calling him, but the blood... No, that was not right, it should be something deeper that only existed in the blood.

He walked slowly, his steps getting faster and faster, and finally he was like a feathered beast flying through the air. He left the ground, swooped down, suddenly grabbed a Gallic soldier's shoulder, and then stabbed his throat with his knife.

Accardo drank the blood of the Gauls.

His shadow trembled, as if something was flowing into it through the blood.

Suddenly, he raised his head, and a spell named "super farsightedness" that he had never heard of but suddenly mastered was activated. He looked into the distance, where a girl from the Filin tribe in a long robe was holding a command sword and giving orders one after another, and then the soldiers ran away.

......

The Demon King led the remaining troops of the Royal Court and broke out of the siege of armies from various countries.

The Sarkaz walked into the snow, and the heavy snow covered their tracks.

On this battlefield, there are legends everywhere, but not necessarily such a happy ending. The huqin is playing, in the night without lights and stars, back and forth, telling endless desolate stories.

045. Theresa (End)

The wind was blowing hard and the sky was dark; it was a night of snow and rapids.

Dozens of bunkers built by magic stood in the snow. This was the Gaul camp.

In the pale world, the pale blood demon approached silently.

"Where did those demons flee to? (Gallic)"

"It seems to be the east. (Gallic)"

The two sentinels, wearing thick winter clothing and goggles, talked indistinctly in the snow. They struggled through the snow blanket up to their knees, found a wooden basket filled with snow, dug through the snow, and saw a dozen dry firewood.

"It's so cold, take this basket back quickly. (Gallic)"

But no reply was received.

He turned his head to look at his comrade...just a body lying in the snow.

The next moment, he suddenly found that the world was spinning. He saw his neck, chest, and finally, accompanied by the sound of a heavy object falling into the soft snow, he saw his shoes.

Phew...

Accompanied by the sound of blood splattering.

The Gallic sentry had his neck cut open by his own blood, and his head was separated from his body.

The hot crimson spilled onto the snow, steaming.

Akado walked into the snowstorm, and blood chased along the ground and disappeared into his shadow.

"Banshee, is the spell ready?" he asked in a low voice.

"Blood Demon, you only have one chance."

"of course."

Then Akado disappeared at some point, turning into a stream of light that passed through the bunkers and broke into the headquarters. Blood covered the walls, doors and windows, and the remaining spells of the banshee turned this place into an arena for a death fight.

But the one waiting here was not the film woman who commanded the army that she had accidentally seen.

But... a Liberian man.

He wore a black turtleneck sweater, a black cloak, and a top hat. A sword and a hand cannon hung on his waist. Just standing there, he looked calm and natural, but now that he had revealed his murderous intent, his presence gave people a terrifying feeling like a landslide.

"A newborn blood demon, at the age of only a teenager, has the strength comparable to that of the royal guards. Your talent is amazing."

Liberi expressed his sigh.

Accardo knew him... The Gallic blood conveyed the memory, and he understood the identity of the Liberi in front of him.

Van Helsing is the best hunter in the Gaul Empire. He is patient and calm. He likes to arrange a series of hunting plans to strangle the prey as much as possible until the goal is achieved. He is even a strong man who can fight against pure-blooded Wendigos on the battlefield. In the confrontation with the Blood Demon Court, he led his team to kill many nobles of ancient blood. Many people in the coalition army respectfully call him "Blood Demon Hunter" or "Vampire Hunter".

Akado's expression became heavy, but he did not speak. He just clenched the exquisite sword in his hand - this was the sword he snatched from the enemy.

There was no warning, no words or etiquette, and a bloody fight was about to break out.

Akado's head was shot through in an instant. This was because there were already countless traps in this room that were full of deadly intent. A siege spear flew out from the mural on his side and pierced his forehead.

But the Blood Demon stood up again in a posture that went against the laws of nature. His injuries disappeared and his body recovered to its original state.

Van Helsing, with his magically enhanced perception, keenly noticed that Akado's shadow had faintly faded. Was it an illusion? He frowned.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp arrow with serrations pierced into the back of Akado's neck, breaking his spine.

With the same rapid recovery, Akado had already rushed in front of Van Helsing.

Ping--clang! Two clanging sounds of metal clashing against each other.

The swords collided, sparking sporadic sparks.

Akado was about to cast a spell to control the blood in Van Helsing's body, but he didn't even have the chance to use language to guide it. The other party kicked back suddenly, dropped the sword in his hand, then pulled out his hand cannon and pulled the trigger at him.

The Blood Demon pulled the blade down and cut the bullet off.

Van Helsing charged forward and stabbed his chest with the poisoned dagger.

But he underestimated Akado's ability...that was not high-speed healing, but real resurrection.

Akado swung his sword at Van Helsing's throat.

bang-

Suddenly there was the sound of a rope breaking, and a huge guillotine fell from the ceiling, digging deep into Akado's back and severing his spine.

The long sword flew out of his hand and the Blood Demon suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

But Van Helsing's expression suddenly changed and he dodged by rolling sideways.

The blood that left Akado's body exploded in midair, turning into countless spikes that covered the entire space. The surface of the spikes slowly sank or protruded with countless complicated patterns, which were the ancient Sarkaz characters that were as obscure as tadpoles. It was the altar for performing witchcraft!

A desolate, cold gray-black air current began to swirl, silently symbolizing death and withering.

Van Helsing felt his skin begin to tingle, and the hand holding the sword slowly lost strength. He had to partially activate the Originium explosives hidden in the wall, destroy the wall, leave the bunker, and rush into the wind and snow.

Immediately afterwards, all the blood was taken back into Akado's body.

Akado took the opportunity to escape from the guillotine, pulled out the dagger from his chest, untied the altar that was about to take shape around him, and chased Van Helsing out of the bunker.

The moment he reached the outside world, he turned around and tried to escape from the camp of the Gallic garrison.

The shrill sound of alarm bells rang from a distant watchtower.

The sound could be heard clearly even through the snowstorm a little further away. It was probably because someone used magic to diffuse the sound.

The Gallic soldiers had surrounded the camp like an iron barrel, with crossbows and swords everywhere.

There was heavy snow in the sky and on the ground, and it was freezing cold, indicating that the Blood Demon's beheading plan had completely failed.

......

I can’t remember how many times my bones were broken and my flesh was torn.

The intense pain burned the nerves, but it disappeared immediately without a trace.

Akado used a spell to ignite the blood of an approaching enemy, and he gasped for breath, inhaling the cold air mixed with snow, and his lungs seemed to be frozen.

The Gaul soldiers had an extremely good commander who determined the effective range of Akado's spell and immediately sent the artillery regiment to participate in the battle. The melee units were only responsible for containment, and with the assistance of the crossbowmen and mages, there were few casualties.

Akado's shadow became increasingly faint.

He had already realized that he would soon be besieged to the point where he would never be able to revive again and would meet his final death.

The blood is almost drained. Every time you cast a spell, you consume blood, whether it is your own or the enemy's.

Needs...more blood.

In countless fights, those scarlet eyes had long lost their rationality and thoughts, leaving only the most primitive bloodthirsty instinct.

The blood demon is a monster that craves blood...

An unprecedented spell, one never known to Terra, unfolded.

How majestic and magnificent it is, originating from the most ancient heritage. At this moment, all the Originium particles in the atmosphere became the spell units of the caster, trembling, activating, and distorting time and space!

The shadow twisted rapidly, and then expanded, like a rushing river. Countless wronged souls wailed, their bodies reconstructed by blood and Originium, holding imaginary weapons, and attacked all the living people they could see.

Surrounded by thousands of troops, Akado rushed towards the Gauls' position.

When someone died, they would be swallowed by the river, drained of blood, and the next moment they would become new monsters and join Akado's camp. Former comrades-in-arms became mortal enemies one by one.

Endless murderous intent covered us like a tsunami!

But those resurrected monsters were too weak when they were alive, and they quickly perished in the face of the terrible Gaul bombardment.

Having lost his mind, Akado forgot to escape and tried his best to kill all living things he could see. The "river" was slowly dying out, and the speed of replenishing the souls was far less than the speed of consumption.

By this point, the Gallic troops could no longer bear the casualties and were beginning to have the intention of retreating.

"The Sarkaz army is coming!" someone shouted. There were a few black spots in the pale world, which were the fluttering flags.

They sighed and finally began to retreat.

Accardo pulled his hand out of Van Helsing's chest. He looked down at the organ fragments between his fingers, then looked at the emptiness and loneliness around him.

The snowy night was endlessly dark, and the blood demon stood in the ruins of the camp.

Further away were mountains as dark as iron. They stood quietly in the snow, looking at the vast sky and earth and the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The cold wind blows on my body, making me feel bone-chilled.

It was not until this moment that he realized how bad his physical condition was.

The river of the dead has completely dried up.

Accardo's right hand had been chopped off by Van Helsing, his knee was shattered, broken bones pierced his skin, and his whole body was covered with holes caused by hand cannon blasts.

This Gallic hunter actually came close to him despite the explosion of the shells and the siege of the undead, and almost killed him. But the result was that his body, which had been drained of blood long ago, quickly disintegrated.

However, Van Helsing's goal was probably achieved: the blood demon could no longer be resurrected, and even if he failed to kill him with his own hands, the winter in Kazdel and the wounds all over his body would take his life.

As Van Helsing fell, Akado could no longer maintain his balance and collapsed powerlessly in the snow, his scarlet eyes slowly dimming and becoming empty.

For the first time, he experienced the feeling of death. It was as if someone was pulling your soul out of your body. Your words and actions became extremely weak, and the intense fatigue urged you to close your eyes and have a good sleep, even if it was eternal sleep.

Blood...If there was blood, it would definitely be able to repair the wound once again.

He wanted to live. A young life under 12 years old wanted to live more than anyone else.

The army of the royal court walked through the snow. A slender figure, pure and flawless, left the team.