I Am a Heroic Spirit

Van Helsing exclaimed in amazement, it was unbelievable that he could defeat three high-level vampires with just one move.

"It's not that simple. Killing a vampire once or twice is no big deal. At most you'll lose some blood and essence."

Lincoln said in a deep voice. Although he had known about the strength of the Heroic Spirits for a long time, he still had doubts about Vlad III's ability to kill all the high-level vampires. If the Blood God had not focused on speed and was not hit in the vitals by the three men with restraining weapons, it would not have been possible for "837" to be defeated so easily. Even now that he had defeated the Blood God, he still felt that the previous battle was a bit unreal. If he had been just a little bit less lucky, he would have been dead.

"The living must die, and the dead must not live."

Glancing ahead, Vlad III's deep voice rang out, and hundreds more stakes rose from the ground in the distance.

At the moment before the stake rose, Dracula, Bloody Mary, and Akasha condensed into human shapes at the place where the stake rose, and then were pierced by the stake again, and exploded into a bloody mist again.

"hateful!"

Akasha condensed into a physical entity for the second time and attacked Vlad III at the fastest speed. Dracula also turned into a group of blood bats, hiding behind Akasha and flying towards Vlad III. However, Bloody Mary suddenly disappeared. In Vlad III's sight, there was neither the blood mist she turned into nor the physical entity she condensed into.

Vlad III remained unmoved as thousands of piles rose from the ground.

However, Vlad III's Noble Phantasm did not seem to have the desired effect. Akasha moved freely in the jungle of piles without even slowing down, and Dracula, who was flying among the piles, was not affected much.

"Ok?"

Looking closely, Vlad III immediately saw the life-saving method used by Akasha and Dracula. When encountering stakes, they turned their bodies into blood mist and dispersed. Because it was not solid, even if they were injured, it would only reduce a little blood and essence, but it would not be fatal.

"What a strange bond. In some way, being restrained by an innocent monster?"

Vlad III lowered his eyes, his voice low and firm.

"However, if you want to survive from my hands just for this, it's really too unrealistic."

The King of Death is not an ordinary treasure. The stakes it creates are not simple wooden stakes, but can be moved at will according to the command of Vlad III.

The stakes left behind by the vampires moved quickly towards the two vampires, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded the vampires again. Although the vampires turned into blood mist would not be attacked by the stakes, the vampires could not always appear in the form of blood mist. The position formed by the ghost generals of the country suppressed this characteristic of the vampires.

"Damn it! Where on earth did this guy come from!" Dracula shouted in shock and anger, releasing extremely corrosive energy from his hands, dissolving the attacking iron stakes.

Akasha had no time to speak. Being weaker than Dracula, she was unable to take care of herself under the siege of iron stakes.

Therefore, Vlad III, who controlled the King of Death, suppressed the two vampires with a crushing attitude. Even if they were killed, it was only a matter of time.

At this moment, Vlad III's face changed slightly, then he turned his wrist and stabbed behind him with a sudden move.

Behind him, Bloody Mary suddenly appeared, and her scarlet claws had touched Vlad III's back. At the same time that Vlad III's magic gun pierced Bloody Mary's heart, the scarlet claws also pierced into Vlad III's body.

Vlad III staggered forward two steps, as if he was about to fall forward, but he still managed to stand firm. However, this level of attack had no effect on him except for the thrust.

At the same time, Bloody Mary's shrill and angry scream reached his ears, causing Vlad III to feel a slight pain in his head.

"Ah! Die!"

Although it was not a weapon like mercury and holy relics that could restrain vampires, Vlad III's piercing blow still caused considerable damage to Bloody Mary. The completely frenzied vampire ignored the injuries on his body, and while howling to attack the spirit, he stretched out his hands, and ten blade-like nails pierced Vlad III's heart from his back.

The combination of close-range mental attacks and physical attacks is extremely clever. No one can avoid Bloody Mary's attacks, even without mental defense capabilities.

"You're the one who's going to die! Disgusting monster!"

Vlad III snorted coldly, and hundreds of stakes rose behind Vlad III. The tops of the stakes stabbed towards Bloody Mary, piercing through every part of Bloody Mary's body and pinning her down.

From a distance, it looked like they were playing S, M. The sexy mature woman in tattered clothes was fixed in mid-air by a frame, unable to move, and there were many eye-catching marks on her body.

Immediately afterwards, more stakes stabbed at Bloody Mary. In just a breath, the pinned Bloody Mary was torn into pieces, deader than dead.

At the same time, with a "bang", as if something was broken, St. George and Alesha appeared out of thin air in the coverage area of ​​the King of Death Penalty. A black mist appeared with the two of them, but it dissipated at an extremely fast speed.

Those black mists are the dead dark creatures, true darkness.

As St. George appeared, he immediately swung the Sword of Blessing of Strength. The power of protection protected St. George from countless stakes, and Vlad III also removed the stakes in time.

Alesha flew into the sky, with countless wires wrapped around her and smashing the raised piles into pieces.

Alesha at this moment is different from the beginning. She has goat horns and wings growing on her body, and holds a disgusting magic gun in her hand. She exudes an evil aura all the time, like a demon.

"How's it going?"

Vlad III looked at Aretha in the sky and asked St. George.

"I underestimated them. That girl is not an ordinary evil spirit, nor a demon, but a demon king." St. George said as he quickly walked towards Vlad III. His body was covered with scars. Although they were not serious, he looked very embarrassed.

"Demon King?" Vlad III's expression became solemn. No matter what kind of demon king he was, as long as he was called the demon king, he would definitely not be a weakling.

"Yes, the power of Demon King Samael. Although it's not a complete Demon King, I'm not sure of winning in a one-on-one fight. After killing some monsters, I took advantage of the opportunity when she devoured other monsters and used the treasure released by her true name to break the opponent's inherent barrier, and then I escaped." St. George's face was very serious. If Alessa could not perfectly control the power of the Demon King to fight, he would not have had the chance to escape from Silent Hill.

At this time, densely packed iron wires, so dense that they could not be counted, spread out from around Alessa, like a zenith, covering the sky and extending downwards. Akasha and Dracula, who were trapped in the iron stakes and trying to survive, showed expressions of fear when the iron wires approached. Before they could resist, they were chopped into countless pieces of meat as small as ants by the barbed wire.

There was no resistance, even though Vlad III had already removed the iron stakes before the wire was extended. ...

"KazikliBey (King of Capital Punishment)!"

Vlad III shouted loudly, and the ground suddenly bulged. Twenty thousand iron stakes rose from the ground. No, it should not be said to have risen. If one must describe it, they should have shot out from the ground.

“Zizilala…”

The iron stakes and barbed wire collided and rubbed against each other, making a harsh sound. The sound was both unpleasant and harsh, and very loud, causing Vlad III, St. George, Van Helsing, Lincoln, and Blade to show distorted expressions on their faces. However, Alesha in the sky did not react at all, and seemed to be unaffected.

Sparks flew where the iron stakes and wires intertwined, the wires broke, and the stakes were cut in half by the sharp wires. It could be said that both sides suffered losses, and it was difficult to tell who would gain the upper hand for a while.

"Most of that guy's abilities lie in these wire-like weapons. I'll hold her back, and you take the opportunity to kill her."

Vlad III turned and said to St. George.

"it is good!"

St. George responded loudly, then summoned the phantom warhorse, mounted the white horse, and rushed towards Alessa.

The Phantom Warhorse's speed wasn't top-tier among all the mythical and divine beasts, as its purpose wasn't to sprint, but rather to provide absolute defense. However, compared to ordinary vehicles like cars, it was still much faster.

After crossing a distance of more than ten meters in a few steps, St. George rode the phantom warhorse into the air more than one meter high, but he was still nearly ten meters away from Alesha in the sky.

At this time, several thick iron stakes rose from the ground and appeared at the feet of the phantom warhorse. When the phantom warhorse was about to descend, they were placed under the feet of the phantom warhorse. Then, rows of thick iron stakes rose from the front of the phantom warhorse, like rows of stairs, providing space for St. George to catch up with Alessa.

Aresha also noticed the cooperation between St. George and Vlad III, and then thousands of iron wires slid from the sky towards St. George like poisonous snakes.

Vlad III naturally would not let Aresha succeed. Thousands of thick iron stakes shot up into the sky, knocking away and blocking Aresha's attack, and then carried out a diversion operation, isolating Aresha's attack from St. George's advance path, allowing St. George to continue to charge at Aresha.

Suddenly, a floating white object fell from the sky, and a slight murmur was heard, as if someone was whispering a prayer. The overlapping murmurs brought up a cold breeze, making people's thinking become confused.

Van Helsing, Lincoln, and Blade had already knelt on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, their ferocious faces full of pain, and they could not even control their bodies, falling to the ground and trembling.

"It's mental pollution, but that alone can't stop me!"

St. George ignored the malicious whispers in his ears, jumped up on his phantom warhorse, and appeared above Alessa. The holy sword in his hand turned in an instant, and the holy sword that pierced through all the armor slashed down at Alessa's head.

Faced with this fatal blow, Alyssa had no time to mobilize the iron wire for defense. However, even if she mobilized those iron wires, it might not be able to block St. George's holy sword intact.

If nothing unexpected happens, Alyssa can leave the stage.

It’s a pity that there are always many accidents.

Alesha waved the symbol of Samael, the Spear of Death that takes away souls, and blocked the attack of St. George. Although she didn't have any skills, she relied on absolute strength and speed to fight St. George head-on and not lose the upper hand.

"As expected of you, the agent of the Angel of Death. Then, allow me to defeat death!"

Facing the unexpected power displayed by Alessa, Saint George declared so, riding his phantom warhorse to gallop on top of countless iron stakes, launching a rare powerful attack.

As Saint George and Vlad III joined forces to fight the Angel of Death, Samael, a battle unfolded in the distant skies, a battle so formidable that even in the myths of other nations it would be considered a minor event.

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One of the two warring parties was Princess Nezha.

At this time, Nezha had already transformed into a Dharma image with three heads, nine eyes and eight arms. The eight weapons, including the Demon-Slaying Sword, Demon-Chopping Knife, Demon-Binding Rope, Demon-Subduing Pestle, Mixed Heaven Ribbon, Nine-Section Copper Whip, Fire-Tipped Spear and Qiankun Circle, were also held in Nezha's hands. This form of Nezha can be said to be his strongest form.

And the one facing the evil demon in Nezha's form is none other than this universe's Qin Shi Huang, an evil black dragon with three heads.

However, this Qin Shi Huang is obviously a little abnormal. Although the Qin Dynasty is the water virtue, the water virtue is black, and the Qin Emperor is the ancestor dragon, the three-in-one should be a black dragon.

However, the dragon species that appeared above this mountain forest was not a celestial dragon, a divine dragon, an earthly dragon, or a crouching dragon, nor was it any of the Azure Dragon, Ying Dragon, Viper Dragon, Qiu Dragon, Chi Dragon, Jiao Dragon, Horned Dragon, Fire Dragon, Pan Dragon, Cloud Dragon, Wang Dragon, Walking Dragon, Fish-Transforming Dragon, and Mirage Dragon.

The three-headed black dragon has wings on its back, flames spewing from its mouth, and a tyrannical aura all over its body. Compared to the dragons of the East, it is more like a Western evil dragon.

The three-headed black dragon was extremely huge, like a moving fortress. Its every move caused a strong wind, which fanned the flames, increasing the power of the flames spewing from its mouth several times. The scene was like a natural disaster, which was terrifying.

Nezha, holding eight kinds of weapons, was spinning like a top, responding to the attacks from the three-headed black dragon from all angles, and using all his skills. Even though the three-headed black dragon could be said to be the highest-level divine beast at this time, it was still at a disadvantage under Nezha's offensive.

After all, it is a dragon, and it will always be restrained when facing a dragon slayer. Within a few minutes, it was covered in wounds, several of its teeth were knocked out, and its three heads were trapped by the Demon Binding Rope, the Chaos Sky Ribbon, and the Universe Circle. If the Dragon Emperor had not already possessed immortality, he would have been restrained by the dagger 13 years ago and would have lost the ability to resist at this time.

"As expected of an Eastern deity, the battle has just begun, and it's already over? The two Christian guys over there are clearly still fighting fiercely."

Not far from Nezha and the three-headed black dragon was a small hill where Achilles was watching the battle in the sky in amazement.

Achilles was surrounded by six demons from six directions. One was half human, half scorpion, the half-human possessing a burly figure, the half-scorpion immensely massive. He was none other than the Scorpion King of Egypt. Another, dressed in Qing dynasty official attire, had grayish-blue skin and bared fangs. He was the Zombie King Xuankui. The other four were tall, dressed in blood-red robes, with pointed ears and long horns. They were none other than the Four Evil Blood Demons.

These six people are divided into two camps, the Four Blood Demons and the Scorpion King are in one camp, and the Zombie King Xuankui is in another camp.

However, although the two camps have a huge disparity in numbers, the actual combat strength of both sides is not as strong as usual with one strong and the other weak, but because of personality reasons.

Six demons surrounded Achilles, but they were intimidated by Achilles's momentum and dared not act rashly. They had been in a stalemate with Achilles here for a few minutes, and no one had moved until now.

"Well, it's fate that we met, so why not have a fight?"

Achilles turned around, looked around, and said with a smile.

"I hate meaningless fights. Can I refuse?" A low and hoarse voice sounded. These were the words spoken by Xuan Kui.

"That won't do," Achilles shook his head and said, "My mission is to kill all the demons that escape from that base. You are my assigned targets."

"A mission? You, possessing an ancient, unknown divinity, will obey human forces?" The Scorpion King frowned and spoke in a deep voice, his tone deliberately tinged with sarcasm. When Achilles blocked his path, he had already discovered the divinity within Achilles. While not one of the Egyptian gods, it was definitely another pantheon that was no less powerful than the Egyptian pantheon.

"There are two points that need to be corrected. First, I didn't obey, I just received an invitation, and this invitation is very much to my taste. Second, it's not humans, but Lord Moon and another Lord God, and that guy Hercules." Achilles raised his hand, stretched out his middle finger and index finger, and shook them slowly.

Unlike Servants like Young Gil, Old Sword, Old Flash, Ra's Second, Merlin, and Finn, who possessed exceptional or cheating abilities, Achilles wasn't exactly Zhang Luo's clone. After all, with Zhang Luo's combat prowess, being able to unleash the full power of a second-rate Servant through training and combat within a month was already quite impressive. Unleashing the power of a stronger Servant would require several times longer.

Achilles was invited by the Moon Goddess, Anna, and Zhang Luo who had transformed into Hercules after Zhang Luo input relevant knowledge. The situation was similar for other servants.

"Hercules? Are you a demigod of the Olympian pantheon?" The Scorpion King immediately deduced Achilles' approximate identity. After all, the name Hercules was too famous.

The four evil spirits and the five Xuankui people did not understand the reason. It can only be said that China before the Qing Dynasty had very shallow connections with foreign countries, and the Qing Dynasty even closed its doors to the outside world.

"That's right, let me tell you plainly. I'm Achilles, a Rider-class Heroic Spirit... That's right, the hero known for his heel. Well, not everyone can catch my heel, though! The fastest human feet are no pushovers, you know?" Achilles clung to his spear in both hands and stated his name openly, proudly without a single thought to hide.

When the Scorpion King heard Achilles' name, he was both surprised and delighted. He was surprised by Achilles' identity; among the demigods of the Olympian pantheon, he was second only to Hercules in both strength and fame. He was delighted because, having learned his name, he also discovered Achilles' weakness: the Achilles tendon, a well-known fact.

However, after Achilles said the second half of his sentence, the joy on the Scorpion King's face disappeared, leaving only a look of sadness.

Even if he knew the weakness, could he rely on his huge body to catch up with Achilles and hit his heel?

Although Chimeiwangliang and Xuankui had no knowledge of Achilles, their expressions became serious because they knew that if they dared to reveal their weaknesses in front of an identified enemy, it meant that the other party was sure of winning.

"Use all your skills, or you will die."

Achilles' words were filled with arrogant confidence and a carefree frivolity. In his eyes, even if the six opponents performed exceptionally well, they wouldn't have much chance of escaping his clutches.

The demons, the Scorpion King and Xuan Kui naturally heard the arrogance in Achilles' words and raised their eyes in anger. Most of those who could be imprisoned in the hut in the forest were not weaklings, and being mocked by the other party was unbearable.

"Are you all ready? Then, I will defeat you!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Achilles vanished from his original position. The spear, thrust out faster than the sound, pierced Chi and Mei's bodies at the same moment the words fell. When the spear appeared in front of Wu, the others finally reacted. Xuan Kui slammed into the side of the spear, causing it to deflect slightly.

With a "bang", Xuan Kui was kicked away by Achilles. He flew backwards, crashed through several big trees, and rolled to the ground.

At this moment, the Scorpion King's pincers fell violently towards Achilles who appeared in front of the monster. The heavy object fell downwards, and the wind pressure caused the weeds at Achilles' feet to stick tightly to the ground.

However, Achilles had no intention of dodging and faced the attack from the sky. However, when the Scorpion King's pincers finally fell, Achilles' face changed slightly, and the long spear in his hand swung out a flower of gunfire and stabbed into the air.

"clang!"

A dull sound of weapons colliding was heard, and Achilles' feet sank into the mud. The Scorpion King's pincers were also bounced up half a meter. Then, when the Scorpion King's pincers fell again, Achilles had already left the Scorpion King's attack range.

"I can't tell at all, Big Scorpion. Do you have divine powers too? Even if it's so minimal that it's impossible to detect unless you observe closely."

Achilles appeared under a tree more than ten meters away, with a cruel yet cheerful smile on his face. Just when the Scorpion King's attack was approaching, he felt that the other party had the same divinity as himself. It seemed that his body had been blessed by the gods, or perhaps this abnormal body was the creation of God.

"I originally thought this would be a boring battle, but I didn't expect you to have the ability to hurt me. I'm really happy. I can now take it a little more seriously."

Achilles swung his spear and casually knocked away the demon that attacked from behind. He glanced at Mei, whose body was intact but whose breath was a little weak, and Xuankui, who seemed to have no injuries after being kicked away by him. The smile on his face deepened.

"You too are relatively durable targets. You are already qualified as warm-up props."

Achilles looked at the ghosts and monsters and Xuankui who had surrounded him again, and praised them in a condescending tone. This tone not only did not make the people being praised happy, but instead made them angry.

"Praise the god of death Anubis, it seems that your body can only resist the power of humans and cannot ignore the power of gods." The Scorpion King showed an expression of no surprise. It would be incredible if he could even ignore the power of gods.

"Ah, that's it." Achilles nodded and admitted.

"Next, you guys hold the line, and I'll take the lead."

The Scorpion King openly told the plan to Chimeiwangliang and Xuankui, because he also realized that Achilles had never taken it seriously. No matter how good the plan they came up with, Achilles would not hinder it, but would be happy to see it come true.