Tonight, Alice joins the hunt.

“Patch,” Alice said softly. “Too much of a good thing.”

"The odds of winning are never 100%. If things change, we can still implement alternative plans."

She looked at Patchouli until her companion nodded slightly after a few seconds of silence.

Then, the coordinates of Fairy Village began to change.

....................................

Alice left the fairy village.

She knew Patchouli would pilot Fairy Village to the Great Void in the next few minutes. At this point, the Great Void base had already merged with Patchouli of this era, becoming part of her body. Because the fourth layer of the box shielded her from her flaws, Patchouli at this point in time would inevitably attempt to unlock the fourth-tier genetic lock by constructing a civilization sphere, and she would inevitably succeed. Regardless of whether Patchouli succeeded or not, the future Patchouli would inevitably seamlessly merge with the past Patchouli.

Without external interference, advancement and fusion will not fail. And since the entire Great Hollow Base has become part of her past self, then when the future self of Fairy Village merges with the past self, the future Fairy Village will also merge with the past Great Hollow Base.

Fairy species will become another name for mortals. Fairy power will become magical techniques wielded by mortals. The fused fairy realm will possess formidable combat power, capable of contending with the top six superior races even without the interference of Patchouli, the controller. And when the fusion is complete, the Fairy Village, possessing an even more powerful form, will rise from the earth like the moon in ancient times, sailing towards the heavens, and then fight alongside the Moon Palace where the Tsukuyomi species reside.

All three battlefields will be located in outer space.

The Great Hollow Base exists so that the fairy species Patchouli created can become part of mortals and thus inherit a portion of their destiny. This will undoubtedly be an aid to her in her upcoming battle against the gods.

The Orcs will become an obstacle to the Great Hollow Base's ascent. They bear the burden of original sin, being the earliest and only race to worship the Sail Tower. In a sense, they can be seen as an integral part of the Sail Tower—the Sail Tower's fortune was eroded by their battles with mortals, leading to their defeat at the hands of Alice in the War of the Gods. And for the same reason, the Sail Tower will also linger on this land because of the Orcs' survival.

She had noticed the 'witch agencies' within the orc race long ago. The implications of such institutions, representing divine authority, in a world with a true god descending to earth, were self-evident. If these witches couldn't wield power, they could simply be considered decorative figures. But the fact that they possessed authority meant that a real god was behind them.

Fanlou is undoubtedly behind the orc race. Their fates are intertwined; even if she doesn't want to fight, a reason will arise to force her to. Therefore, when the final battle begins, and the vast hollow base merging with the fairy realm rises from the earth, the two pawns controlled by Fanlou—the orcs and the giants—will inevitably launch a full-scale attack on the world's only two mortal settlements!

Therefore, I placed Xiao Honglu there to deal with the orcs' dying struggle. While Zhan Lan and Zhang Jie aren't particularly useful at this point, they can at least assist him in repelling the orcs' attack. Chu Xuan promised to deal with the giant 'Kua,' and he will certainly deliver. Although dealing with Ymir will be somewhat difficult for the Zhao siblings, this difficulty can serve as motivation for their advancement.

That way, all the problems are solved.

Alice lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her body returned to the Moon Palace through the dimensional shift. She entered a series of appropriate commands into her central control platform interface. And the entire moon began to tremble under her will.

The Moon-Singing Species silently gathered, and after activating their final command, they became weapons of war completely controlled by Alice. The alien invaders on the lunar surface were unaware of this. Yet, they could still clearly sense the energy surge beneath the lunar surface!

It's coming, the final war is coming. Alice calculated the time, watching the fairy realm that had been transported to the vicinity of the underground void via a time-space jump. She also saw the goblin ships on the moon retreating in panic, and the orcs on the surface beginning to stir. She saw Zhao Zhuikong silently appear in another human settlement, and meet the gaze of Zhao Yingkong, the first and only one to discover him. She saw the bloodline luck, visible only to information mages, descend from the void and instantly increase more than tenfold!

Meanwhile, on a plain somewhere in Disbod, the vampire ritual finally came to an end.

Chapter Ninety-One: The Decisive Battle

Deep red.

Everything within the sealed fortress that could be observed with the naked eye was stained deep red.

Order is broken, then rebuilt. Chaos is organized, then transformed into a thick soup. All sentient individuals and illogical beings cycle through creation and destruction. And then, at the end of all things, everything turns into deep red.

Crimson blood, crimson rivers, crimson oceans, a crimson world.

—By this command, my servant, Alucard the vampire…

A faint, murmuring female voice seemed to emanate from the crimson depths, causing waves to surge within the River of Death. The vampire lords, who had died time and again, opened their eyes for the last time from the crimson, offering their power to the Lord of the River of Death for the final time.

Enormous beasts, powerful spells, time-stopping barriers, and unparalleled martial arts. The myriad techniques emerging from the River of Death converged into a tidal wave, crashing against the pale meteor that shot from some unknown place in the far distance. It was a spear, originally constructed only of magic, but through endless wars, it absorbed concepts and was sublimated, gradually acquiring some of the power of the legendary mythical entity.

That spear was the Spear of Destiny, Odin's Gungnir—and the pale meteor that the spear transformed into easily killed the familiar, shattered the magic, tore through the barrier, and then broke through layers of martial arts, heading straight for the chest of the Lord of the Dead River!

—'With a silver spear, the white banner will be dyed crimson…'

The meteor's momentum abruptly halted, and endless flesh and bone fragments formed a temporary heart. Since the spear of fate was destined to strike its target, let it strike. The heart then transformed into an annihilating explosion, unleashing a torrent of indiscriminate gamma rays that surged in all directions.

A fake is still a fake. The Spear of Destiny, constructed with magic, is indeed indestructible. But its wielder is far less powerful than Odin of mythology. A gamma-ray burst, powerful enough to restore order to chaos, tore apart the barrier around the spear with extreme heat and shockwaves, revealing the wielder's true form. Then, a black bullet, amidst a deafening roar, pointed at the wielder's brow.

—'With the spear of black iron, the black banner is dyed crimson…'

The murmuring female voice rang out once more, but this time it did not emanate from the crimson depths; rather, it burst forth from the broken and damaged soul of the Lord of the Dead River. She moved back and forth within the being named Alucard, filling his thoughts and saturating his will.

This was an order, and the order was 'Kill the enemy on sight.' The Lord of the Dead River, who once bore the name Alucard, recalled these words deep within his heart. And his body, in accordance with this command, fought and battled against his adversaries.

In battles between monsters, only monsters will remain in the end. Battles in which monsters win are meaningless, but since it's an order, it must be obeyed.

But who... gave the order?

Questions arose in the Lord of the Dead River's mind, and these questions intertwined. Who gave the order? And why should he obey? Why must the battle continue? What is the meaning of victory?

It doesn't know, because its memories and will have long since become ambiguous and blurred in endless battles. It can only see its enemies, and its world consists only of its enemies.

The Meteor Spear snapped, and the vampire girl with short, light blue hair escaped the torrent of gamma rays. Silver and iron bullets struck her left hand, which she had used to block her forehead, tearing it apart. Then, claws extended from the fingertips of her right hand, severing the second bullet and the tip of the spear in one fell swoop.

The gun was gone, but a spare sword remained. The Lord of the Dead River shed his red battle robes, transforming into medieval-style general's armor—he raised his sword, the blade rubbing against the girl's fingertips, sparks flying. Meanwhile, the girl's left arm, damaged by bullets, transformed into a swarm of bats in mid-air, shooting like arrows towards directions it could not defend against.

Blood spurted from behind it; the wound was excruciating, but pain had long since lost its meaning. Its longsword then sliced ​​across the vampire girl's shoulder, leaving an equally gruesome and terrifying gash.

Pain meant nothing to it, nor to her. For vampires, exchanging injury for injury was commonplace. Even though both were nearing their end, they continued to swing their blades and claws at each other with milliseconds of precision.

One sword, two swords, a thousand swords. Half of the ribs were chopped into pieces, and a third of the organs were turned to dust.

One claw, two claws, a thousand claws. The left eye and one side of the facial bone were ripped to pieces, and the left hand and right calf were forcibly torn off by brute force.

It knew it hurt; it knew all its nerves and cells were screaming their final warnings. It knew its cells and magic were nearing exhaustion. Not only had its quantum observation ability been lost with the collapse of its spiritual matter, but it also only possessed the last remaining 'life' belonging to the individual 'Alucard'.

The Dead River has dried up, and its adversary is certainly in a similar state. Perhaps the outcome will be decided in the next second, or perhaps both of these flawed superhuman beings will die from exhaustion in the next moment.

But it didn't care; it never did. Just as Evangeline's echo still lingered, saying, "I feel it's alright to hand the victory to you, but others have different ideas." The decision to engage in battle was made by the majority of the members of the Dead River. But "majority" doesn't mean "all."

—'Alucard, my servant, Alucard.'

The sound echoing in its ears grew clearer and clearer, so clear that it almost drowned out the clash between the blade and the claws. It was as if a long-haired figure in a men's suit and glasses lingered in its mind. But when it looked closely, everything about the figure seemed blurry and ambiguous.

Who is she? What is her name?

—'Accademia, my Count, Accademia.'

It couldn't help but listen intently, it couldn't help but open its eyes to look. Around that blurry shadow, it saw other outlines, and these outlines attracted it and drew its attention even more.

Who are they? Whom do they represent?

From the shadows appeared a blonde, energetic policewoman, an old man dressed as a butler, a short, stout, deranged military officer, and a tall, burly priest.

Why are they here? What do they mean to me?

What exactly are they—

A soft "thud" sound rang out, and then everything came to an abrupt halt. Accompanied by the immense pain that brought the Lord of the Dead River back to reality for the last time, it clearly saw its equally exhausted adversary plunge its claws into its heart.

"I won," the vampire girl said calmly, her gaze passing over it to the vast, now chaotic sky. The magic used to maintain the fortress had long been completely diverted by the Lord of the Dead River, and from the middle of the war, what was used to maintain this battlefield became the ritual itself.

A powerful heartbeat resounded from the depths of the ritual, and a great being was about to descend from within it.

It wasn't her, nor it. It was something designed long ago by the creators of the ritual. When that thing's heartbeat resonated, many sealed messages were infused into the vampire girl from the depths of the ritual and from its outside. And as the agent who propelled the ritual, the vampire girl instantly learned the whole story.

"Though victory is meaningless, I am ultimately the winner of this battle." The girl withdrew her gaze, her tone calm, watching her dying opponent. "This body, though not my true form, is no less powerful in terms of combat strength. If my true form had participated in this battle, perhaps you could have achieved final victory. Therefore—"

Her adversary interrupted her.

“I remember now.” The once-lord of the River of Death, now merely a dying youth whose soul had long since crumbled, looked up at his adversary. “That man’s name is Integula Vanbrunk Wingate Hesing. He is the master I have decided to serve.”

The vampire girl raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Her enemy continued, though it was unclear who he was speaking to, but she was the only listener there.

"My name is Alucard, Alucard. This is the name I gave myself after I gave up the vampire lifestyle in the past."

“I have a master whom I am determined to serve, a resilient and noble lady. I have a junior who is clumsy, stupid and always reckless, but she is capable of doing her job when needed.”

“I had a comrade-in-arms whom I enjoyed fighting and also pitied for his betrayal.”

“I have two enemies. One is a priest whom I respect, who is noble and resolute. The other is an opponent who sees me as an enemy and is stronger than me in some ways. He has a fanatical heart for war.”

The Lord of the Dead River spread his arms, letting the broken sword fall as he gazed at his only opponent.

"This is all I have, all I ever had in the past, all I will have even after I die. And now, can you tell me if it is real or fake?"

The vampire girl stared at her enemy, pondering for a few seconds until the information in her mind converged and completed under her will.

“The Dragon Break phenomenon,” she said calmly, her tone as flat as reading an explanatory text. “The person who orchestrated the ritual altered the past of this world. In this way, she successfully made herself a true god with a higher level of life than you and me, and will also create one or two other true gods. In the process of altering history, some inevitable spacetime fluctuations will draw some outsiders from other eras to this world.”

"Decades ago, the Dragon Break was caused by the power abandoned by the ritual's organizers falling into the current timeline, triggering a temporal shift. It's like scooping up a cup of water from the upper reaches of a river, while simultaneously letting several grains of sand from the riverbed drift downstream. You simply come from another era, another timeline, and were not born from nothingness."

She watched as Alucard's form gradually dissolved, transforming into a deep red, blood-like liquid that merged into the world already stained crimson. His traces were completely disappearing from this world. Yet, even so, she could still see the gentle smile on the young man's face.

"Thank you. Now my existence, my memories, my past are not meaningless like a dream."

“My third nemesis, Remilia Scarlet. If you don’t mind, you can consider me an enemy as well.”

His form completely disintegrated, and everything belonging to Alucard vanished from the planet at this moment. The ritual had finally come to an end. The heartbeat emanating from the depths of the crimson abyss grew ever clearer, and the same disintegration manifested on Remilia's body.

"You saw through me and realized I was nothing more than an empty shell woven from memories and spells, not even a clone of my true self... Alucard, Vlad III Zepesh, once a vampire, my only enemy in this world. As a gentleman, you are truly kind."

Remilia raised her hand, looking at her slender fingers that were melting away, soon revealing bare white bones. A silent, serene smile played on her lips. She then looked away, gazing at the sky, letting her body gradually assimilate with the crimson surroundings at the end of the ritual.

She should have guessed... no, she actually knew all along. Although it was merely an empty shell created from fragments of memory and soul, Remilia, as the individual Alice Margotrovid, was well aware of her nature—a woman with an extremely strong desire for control, intolerant of any unexpected events, and attempting to bring all changes under her thumb. And such a ritual arranger would not tolerate any unchecked variables in the ritual she used to determine victory.

She didn't understand Alucard, so she couldn't rule out the possibility that the newly born Lord of Avenger wouldn't see the Lord of War as his primary mortal enemy, but instead might disrupt her plans. She knew Remilia well, so she was acutely aware of the limits Remilia could reach. And it was precisely for this reason that the Lord of Avenger's birth ritual had a predetermined winner from the very beginning. The battle between the Crimson Moon and the Lord of the Dead River was merely a part of the ritual; the outcome would have no bearing on the ritual itself.

“As ruthless as ever, Alice,” Remilia sighed, then shook her head. “But you did keep your promise and gave me a truly satisfying battle. So I'll forgive you for now.”

"So……"

She plunged into crimson, the thick, blood-red liquid that her body had transformed into gradually merging with the ever-approaching, enormous heartbeat.

"I hope you are satisfied with your harvest, Alice."

As soon as the words were spoken, Remilia's avatar completely merged into crimson. The endless crimson liquid then converged towards the very center of the ritual, like a tide surging towards the shore.

A handsome young man who had traveled through time suddenly appeared at the very center of the ceremony. The moment he arrived, all the crimson energy surged into his body from every direction, without warning! He didn't even have time to utter a sound like, "What are you doing now, Margot Lloyd!" before he was completely engulfed by the crimson energy, and then the entire ritual space was utterly obliterated by the sudden surge of energy!

The crimson light pierced through the non-existent barrier, enveloping half of the planet in its boundless red glow. Amidst this endless radiance, Zheng Zha opened his eyes, which were filled with a stunned disbelief.

He saw the moon crash into the space ark built by the goblins. He saw the base within the great void writhe like living things. He watched as Alice headed to the other side of the galaxy, to the dragon horde's main lair. And finally, through some strange, almost antagonistic connection, he saw Arthas, the Lord of War, rising from his throne and meeting his gaze on an unnamed planet a light-year away.

An immense power surged within him. Although he didn't know why, he was certain that he now possessed the complete Light of the Mind and wielded power far exceeding that of a regular fourth-grade student.

However, this power did not bring him joy. A thousand words welled up in his mouth, but in the end, they only turned into a string of terrible characters!

"Holy shit!!!!!"

Because in the next instant, he clearly saw that the nameless red star, which was the size of Mars, suddenly shattered space and jumped directly to the outer edge of the God's Chessboard, thousands of kilometers away, and then rushed toward his location at a speed of more than 300 kilometers per second!

Mars, colliding with Earth!

Chapter Ninety-Two: The Decisive Battle (Part Two)

A star suddenly fell, its crimson form obscuring the sky. A speed of 300 kilometers per second and an interval of thousands of kilometers meant that impact would occur in a dozen seconds, and such an outcome was inevitable.

Is it not allowed? No, actually it is allowed.

After recovering from his initial shock, Zheng Zha let the nameless rage welling up from the bottom of his heart engulf his mind and body, and then he roughly understood the current situation.