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"...Danik, what did you just say to me?"

Vlad III broke ten tentacles, distanced himself from Akado, and stared at Danik with cold eyes, revealing pure murderous intent.

Danic endured this murderous intent and continued to speak arrogantly: "Lord, I mean to activate the treasure."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Have you forgotten that I said I would never use that treasure? I will die here! I will die with regret! Disappear! But this is the inevitable path for losers! Danic! I have never thought of becoming like that monster! I will never contaminate myself with dirty water! Absolutely, absolutely not!"

"You are the one who forgot. We must obtain the Greater Holy Grail at all costs! To use it as a symbol to avenge the Magic Association. Or to reach the source. Lord, you should also want to make your wish come true, so──we have no choice but to activate the Noble Phantasm."

After Danic finished speaking, he raised one hand, on which three Command Seals were emitting red light.

"you……!"

Danic smiled at the stunned Vlad III and declared in a cold and penetrating voice: "Use the Command Seal to order, Lancer Vlad III, to activate the Noble Phantasm, the inheritance of blood."

"Danik! You ahh ...

Even such a shout filled with hatred and despair could not move Danic.

"I'm not a vampire... I'm not... ah...!"

The trembling whisper was probably the last remnant of Vlad III's rationality, but this remaining rationality was completely shattered by Danic.

"No, you are a vampire. Vampire Dracula, a pathetic monster who bears a stigma in a fictitious story. I give you the order with the Second Command Spell. You must survive until you obtain the Greater Holy Grail."

"Stop it! What are you doing?! You piece of shit!"

The sudden change made Akado furious. Dozens of tentacles grew out from the dark chaos, bypassing Vlad III and shooting towards Danic.

The tentacles penetrated Danik's body without any hindrance and tore open Danik's body easily with brute force. His skin tore like rags, blood splattered everywhere, internal organs flew all over the sky, and scarlet pieces of flesh fell to the ground, forming a horrific scene of slaughter.

Chapter 154: Wallachian Nights

"Hahahahahahahahahaha! O King who rules the night [Vampire]! I do not need your wishes. Leave me my dreams, my wishes, my existence! Give the order with the third Command Seal. Lancer, engrave my existence on your soul!"

Even though his body disintegrated, the only intact head could still make sounds. Danic laughed loudly and issued a final order. The only remaining command seal turned into a chain and wrapped around Vlad III.

At the same time, Danic's head was crushed by Akado's tentacles, and his brains were scattered all over the ground.

"Wha-what?"

Whose mouth did the whisper come from? Or everyone present? Vlad III killed the Master, and the third order issued by Danic through the Command Seal shocked everyone present.

Roger and Gold were stunned, and Avisbron couldn't help but frown. Such an order was definitely abnormal. Carving a weak human soul on a powerful heroic soul, isn't that just sending food to the table?

Akado glared at Vlad III angrily, his murderous intent penetrating through the king's shell and staring at the insects parasitic in the king's body.

"—Because of the Command Seals. No, even that is impossible. Danic... No, you now... are neither Danic nor Vlad III."

Avisbronn made a calm judgment, and Vlad III... no, this person who was not Danic smiled triumphantly.

"That's right, Caster. Even if I rely on the third Command Seal to completely process the soul of the Heroic Spirit of Vlad III to a state suitable for my absorption, I cannot control the Heroic Spirit, let alone absorb it."

It was no longer possible to tell whether the faint laughter came from Danic or Vlad III.

“But, but, at least I can carve it. At least I can carve my thoughts over the past hundred years... my obsession with the Holy Grail... I’m no longer Danic, but I’m not Vlad III either! It doesn’t matter if I’m just a monster pursuing the Holy Grail...!”

“Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop…! I am the King of Wallachia, son of Vlad II – do not enter me, ahhhhhh!”

Vlad III roared with a resentful expression, his face gradually changing into another vague image that looked like Danic and Vlad III, looking like an amorphous monster.

"Well, now you are me and I am you! Lord! No, vampire! Your power will become our common property! Everything is for the Holy Grail! My dreams and hopes will be deeply rooted in you and live forever!"

“You, this guy, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Danic was now parasitizing the soul of the heroic spirit Vlad III with the corrosive power of cancer cells. Vlad III roared angrily and resisted Danic's invasion, but to no avail.

"Have you become a monster? Dirty by shit, and become a monster like me who has abandoned my human identity? The fight between monsters is really boring and makes me want to vomit."

Akado opened his mouth exaggeratedly, revealing a row of sharp teeth. The hideous smile on his face seemed to be mocking others, but also seemed to be mocking himself.

God once told him that he was a recipient of grace. Whether he called himself an angel or a monster, it all depended on his own thinking.

However, in Akado's eyes, he was just a monster, a monster that turned away from humanity, a weak monster, a sad monster, a monster who longed for death but could not get it.

Being human, but actively becoming a monster, he hated that kind of shit.

The monster with bloody cruel eyes and exposed fangs that could no longer be hidden locked its sights on Akado. Like a falcon, it spread its wings and swooped down, its palms turning into weapons as it stabbed at Akado.

The agile movement like jumping through space made it impossible for Akado to catch the vampire. All the tentacles with sharp claws were thrown behind by the vampire. The figure appeared in front of Akado almost instantly, raised his arms and chopped down at Akado, splitting him into three.

If an ordinary person suffered such an injury, no matter how strong their vitality was, they would die. However, Akado's immortality was at EX level, and he could still launch a counterattack even if his body was split into three parts.

The darkness formed the shape of wings on both sides of Akado, but the wings were not covered with feathers, but with slender black and red arms. The arms rushed towards the vampire madly, and the dense darkness seemed to tear the vampire to pieces.

However, it was meaningless. Even if he was alone, even if he only had two hands and two feet, a vampire was still a monster that could face off against multiple desperate top-level servants in a non-native sky garden.

When the tentacles penetrated his body, he immediately transformed into mist, bats, or even a giant fierce dog with bared teeth. He could change his shape freely, and his strange strength and sharp claws were enough to easily tear dozens of tentacles into pieces. He was as agile as jumping through space, and the wooden stakes emitted from his body could also exert an impact force that exceeded the speed of sound.

Standing on Romanian soil, inheriting the local fame of the Grand Duke of Wallachia and merging the global fame of Dracula, the vampire, a mixture of history and legend, is undoubtedly an extraordinary monster.

That was the Wallachian Night, a horrific disaster that turned Romania into a living hell overnight.

With his current strength, Akado has no ability to stop vampires.

So, Akado released the Noble Phantasm.

"The manifestation of hell is a fitting reward for one's immorality! 'The Thorn Fortress'!"

One spear after another pierced out from the ground, and hundreds of iron spears formed a torture castle filled with curses and hammers, piercing the vampires. The magic of execution judged the vampires' unjust sins and inflicted intense pain.

"Ha! Hahahaha! That hurts! But it's no use! I won't die like this!"

The vampire roared crazily, his body transformed into black mist and passed through the Spiked Fortress. The pain and damage brought by the execution curse could not cause him fatal harm.

"Is it a compatibility issue?"

Seeing that the vampire could withstand the attack of the treasure and still not die, a gleam of light flashed in Akado's eyes, and he guessed secretly.

After a little thought, Akado maintained the interception of the tentacles while raising his dual guns with his human hands and pulling the triggers. The black and white dual guns released a barrage of silver bullets, shooting towards the vampire.

"what!"

A scream was heard and white smoke came out from the place where the silver bullet hit. The body, which had previously suffered no damage despite all efforts, was now covered with dense bullet holes.

Chapter 155: Restriction Binding Technique Type 0

The baptized silver bullet is undoubtedly a natural enemy to vampires, especially for a vampire like Vlad III who has completely inherited the name of Dracula and is subject to even stronger restraint.

It was just a bullet. Before, it could only break his skin, but now it could easily penetrate his body. The dense barrage of silver bullets was a threat enough to kill the vampire.

“Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!”

Akado fired all the bullets from both pistols in one breath, turning the vampire into a piece of rag full of holes, then quickly replaced the magazine and poured out the baptism silver bullets.

The vampire fell down without any resistance, his body constantly exploding under the impact of the silver bullets, almost shattered to pieces.

Seeing this, Avisbronn immediately created a clay golem and went to protect the vampire.

However, although Akado's tentacles are useless against vampires, it is not difficult to deal with a group of makeshift golems.

The giant golem, which was as big as a tank, was torn to pieces by the sharp claws of countless tentacles before it even got close.

Avisbronn couldn't help but frown. Without the right materials, he could only create a golem of this level, which was useless against Akado.

After thinking for a while, Avisbronn turned his head and looked at Shakespeare.

"Don't look at me. I'm just a writer and I don't have the ability to fight." Shakespeare quickly said, keenly aware of Avisbronn's intention.

"If the lord loses, we will not survive either." Avisbronn said coldly, not believing Shakespeare's nonsense at all.

"Even if you say so, we don't have the ability to intervene in the battle. What a pity." Shakespeare shook his head helplessly and sighed exaggeratedly.

Hearing this, a trace of thought flashed across Avisbronn's eyes, and then he sighed slightly, stopped trying to persuade him, and stood by with Shakespeare to watch the fight.

Anyway, his wish has been fulfilled, so it doesn't matter if he withdraws here. Moreover, he has no ability to participate in the war, so even if he stands by and watches, others can't blame him for anything.

"The king who fell into the devil's kingdom, the vampire who used silver bullets, the same person, the same belief, the saint and the devil switched... hehe! How dramatic, the inspiration comes again!"

Without Avisbronn's interference, Shakespeare devoted himself to his creation, his face full of excitement and joy.

However, even without the help of caster, the vampire did not sit still and wait for death. When Akado changed the magazine for the third time, the vampire transformed into countless bats, flapped its wings and spread out in all directions, and finally gathered in the sky and turned into a human form.

Akado immediately aimed at the vampire and shot, but the vampire dodged using speed like a space jump.

The high-speed moving figure created dozens of afterimages in the sky. Although they were immediately blown up by the silver bullet, they failed to capture the vampire's real body.

In an instant, the vampire rushed in front of Akado, and at the moment Akado fired, he grabbed Akado's arms with both hands and pulled them apart, with silver arcs of light passing from both sides. Immediately afterwards, Akado's arms were also torn off by the vampire's strange power.

The vampire kicked Akado more than ten meters away, knocked off his two arms, summoned a wooden stake, and shattered the black and white guns.

In his opinion, these two pistols and the silver bullets inside were the only props that could threaten his life. As long as the silver bullets were destroyed, he would have no weaknesses.

“Die! Die die die die die die die die!!!”

After destroying his nemesis, the vampire rushed towards Akado with a grin and roar, tearing Akado's body apart with his sharp claws.

For a moment, the situations of both sides were completely reversed, and the side with blood and flesh flying everywhere became Akado.

Faced with the vampire's crazy scratching, Akado's body gradually broke apart and his head was scratched and exploded several times. It could be described as being torn into pieces.

However, for Akado, who has tens of thousands of lives, no matter how fatal the damage is, it is meaningless. He is not Hercules, who can be killed seven times with one sword. Akado, who only loses one life each time he is killed, can make his opponent die of exhaustion before killing him.

The newly grown head showed a look of melancholy and sadness as it stared at the vampire in front of it. Then the vampire tore its body apart again and then reassembled it again.

“Why aren’t you dead yet! You monster! Die for me soon, ahhhhhhhhhh!”

The vampire roared and scolded Akado, then stabbed his claws into Akado's body and crushed Akado's heart.

"Ugh……"

With a sigh, Akado's body turned into a shadow and disappeared.

The vampire's pupils dilated, and the wooden stakes shot out from his black clothes that blended in with the night pierced through the air. The attack that combined speed and power also missed.

"Where? Where? Vampire Akado!"

The vampire turned his head 180 degrees and looked around. His sharp eyes were like fangs in his mouth, but he could not find any trace of Akado.

Suddenly, bats came from nowhere and flew all over the sky, forming dark clouds with a radius of hundreds of meters, covering the sky.

The vampire raised his head suddenly and looked towards the sky, staring at the shadowy night sky, his scarlet eyes revealing joyful murderous intent.

"Here! I found you! Akado!"

The vampire's black clothes fluttered behind him. He leaped up into the sky, pulled out a wooden stake from his abdomen with his right hand, and smashed it hard at the group of bats.

The force of the supersonic shooting penetrated the night sky formed by the swarm of bats, but that was all. Thousands of bats pounced on the vampire, and hundreds of them were torn to pieces by the vampire. However, thousands of bats still bypassed the vampire and gathered on the ground in the shape of Akado.

“Vlad III Tepesh, I am fine with you defeating me. If it was you before, if it was you as Vlad III, if it was you as a lord, I would not mind letting you kill me.”

Akado raised his head, stared at the vampire in the sky, and said calmly.

"But now, it's too late. You have no chance of defeating me. Only humans can defeat monsters. If you are not a human, it is impossible."

Before Alaido finished speaking, a magical breeze blew by, making the vampire's skin feel a little cool. It was not a physical coolness, but a psychological effect, as if some terrifying phenomenon was about to happen, making people feel cold all over.

"Restriction Binding Technique Type Zero, Release. Come back, all of you, come back! The Bird of Hermes is my name, I will devour my wings to control my heart!"

Accompanied by the heart-pounding chant, Akado's body turned into a chaos of darkness and brightness, emitting a terrifying aura.

Such an Akado made the vampire feel extremely frightened. He felt that the monster that was more terrifying than the most terrifying monster was about to reveal its true form.

Chapter 156 Dead River

"What a joke! It's just a monster! It's just a monster! Acardo!!!"

The fear in his heart made the vampire roar loudly, and his body dived towards the wriggling chaos below like an arrow.

However, before it landed, a bullet burst out from the squirming chaos, and the vampire immediately turned into a shadow, allowing the bullet to pass through it. However, when the vampire returned to its original form, the bullet returned from behind and pierced through the vampire's body.

Then, the bullet returned again, like a nimble swallow, flying around the vampire, turning the vampire's body into a bamboo basket full of holes.

Realizing that the bullet had the effect of tracking the enemy and continuously attacking, the vampire quickly stretched out his right hand and caught the bullet when the bullet hit again. The bullet, which was not a silver bullet, was crushed in an instant.

However, the next moment, more attacks came from below. They were playing cards, shooting out from the squirming chaos like flying knives.