Opening, a Star Cup

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Killing, beheading, piercing, and killing everyone who is wearing the enemy's clothing as far as the eye can see.

This is the will that women want to express.

The Grand Duke felt it—he closed his eyes, and seemed to be able to feel the woman's anger and the extremely violent but firm will in his chest.

To be merciless to the enemy is also... the will to protect this country!

Want to defend the land of your country - nice!

This woman is not strong enough, but her mood is worthy of praise.

He has no reason to reject such a master anymore!

"Then watch...my full strength." Vlad III's body suddenly appeared beside him in the form of spirit son.

He opened his eyes, and Ling Li's color flashed in them.

Based on Master's trust in his strength...

The pride of the grand duke will never allow it, so I evade it myself!

Although the number is a bit large... But, he is Vlad III!A man known as the ghost general who protects the country.

No matter how many enemies there are, they are meaningless in the face of absolute strength.

Especially, for a Servant with a group attacking Noble Phantasm!

"Order with the command spell, Berserker! Take back your true power!" A woman's voice suddenly rang out amidst the surprised gaze of the Grand Duke.

She raised her head and looked at the Grand Duke who was frowning because of her action.

"The vampire's posture is your weakest posture! So... Take back your true power! Take back all your strength." The woman asked solemnly.

The Grand Duke's brows loosened...

All!That's really all there is to it!I see

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"Yu's Noble Phantasm, Yu's power is back..." Vlad III murmured standing in the flames soaring into the sky.

Along with the command spell used by the master, he felt...

The treasure that was originally unusable due to job promotion was also lit up at this moment.

Originally only a C+ rank Anti-Personal Noble Phantasm - the blood-stained king ghost, now it has turned into a B rank Anti-Army Noble Phantasm.

Although it is still lower than the A+ rank Anti-Personal Phantasm of "Blood Inheritance", but

This is him, the ghost general who protects the country, Dracula the dragon; the glory and power that Vlad III truly recognizes.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, the Grand Duke will never use the power of that vampire.That was the greatest shame in his life.

... The flames of war are raging in London.

Soon, several streaks of black gunpowder smoke rose from the sky in this fiery red city.

There was the sound of shells and machine gun fire everywhere.

In this panic-spreading atmosphere full of death and blood, a man in white clothes stood out of place at the very top of the sky.

He was—looking down at the world beneath his feet.

'Give redemption to this evil city' - killing is the most beautiful way.

"Major, hurry back inside... Although this airship is made of special light metal armor, it won't last long." An officer on the airship climbed out from the rear and stood above the airship nervously against the strong wind. the Major yelled.

However, the man just stood on it with a smile on his face, straight... as if rooted in the airship, his body stood firmly, unmoved at all.

In my ear are the countless sounds of the English army starting to resist and the final brigade confrontation, the exchange of fire between the two sides, the major slowly raised his hands, and then

Like a music conductor, his hands began to wave in the wind.

Such a scene made the officer's body pause, his face stiffened for a moment, and then a chill rushed over his forehead.

"He's conducting... the movement of war!?" The officer's words and saliva were stuck in his throat, and he finally spoke out in shock.

In the city full of gunpowder smoke, there is a person wearing a white dress, enjoying the melody of this war with his hands in white gloves.

"No one can disturb his performance, we are all instruments under his command." The officer suddenly seemed to realize something, and murmured tremblingly.

"Roaring, roaring, a playing instrument on this battlefield, no one can stop him..." The officer's scalp was numb with excitement.

What kind of man is this.

As expected of our major...

A madman looks at a crazier being as if he were a god.

And for those who have thoroughly engraved the will of the hell-like empire in their souls, every soldier here is the last elite of the 'Nazi'.

For the major's bold and crazy charm, he firmly attracted the officer's attention.

The officer's admiration for the major became unstoppable for a while, and even the tension dissipated.

However, what the officer feared before happened.