Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Vlad III, now appearing, exerted all his strength to push the iron stake, intending to tear open the last barrier before success.

In the blink of an eye, Reines had very little room to maneuver, and even Ganesh and Violet were affected, becoming trapped beasts in this thorn cage.

Among them, Shion and Reines were quick-witted and subconsciously avoided the iron stake that seemed to be a product of the system, but the relatively slow-witted Ganesh foolishly went to meet it.

"Brahma, curse me!"

However, just as Ganesh was in trouble, a burst of blazing golden flames, accompanied by scorching winds, melted the dome and struck the ground around Ganesha, instantly burning away the iron stakes that were spreading nearby.

Karna, clad in golden armor, knelt before Ganesh, stepping over the embers. His crimson cloak fluttered behind him, and his heterochromatic eyes gazed indifferently at Vlad III, who had been urgently summoned back to his Master Darnic, before speaking softly.

"Enemy Lancer, our battle isn't over yet. Are you trying to escape?"

"Hmph, arrogant!"

Vlad III, who was intercepted again, snorted coldly and engaged in a fierce battle with his former opponent. Sparks flew as their guns clashed.

But for some reason, the resurrected iron stakes became increasingly fragile, unable to withstand even Karna's easy swings.

"puff!"

The burning spearhead cleaved through the iron stakes blocking the way, sliced ​​across Vlad III's chest, and brought out a patch of charred flesh.

The piercing man staggered back several steps, struggling to stop his momentum. He looked at his hands with a gloomy expression, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How could that be! How could I possibly lose to you on Romanian soil?"

"You are indeed very strong in Romania."

Karna stepped over the red and black iron stake fragments scattered on the ground, nodded thoughtfully, and agreed with the statement, but then glanced at his feet and abruptly changed the subject.

"But right now, are you sure you're still in your homeland?"

In an instant, a thunderclap exploded in Vlad III's mind.

Could it be that!

Meanwhile, as if to confirm Vlad III's conjecture, Reines, who had been merely going through the motions and hadn't shown much brilliance, casually lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand and snapped her fingers with a smile.

In an instant, the scenery beneath everyone's feet changed. The desolate battlefield and the iconic Thousand World Tree Castle below transformed into a pastoral town with smoke rising from its chimneys, and a foreign flag fluttered in the wind.

Chaos, though seven orifices were carved, remained obscured and perished. No sun does not set, no moon does not sink; what is seen may not be heard. All phenomena arise from one law, this is—the Primordial Chaos Formation!

Under the spell of the formation, they were unknowingly led out of Tulifas and out of Romania by this [Sky Garden]!

Vlad III, Danic, and the rest of the Yggdrasil members' expressions changed drastically.

Now, the proud king has lost the land that forms his foundation and has become a lamb to the slaughter.

At this moment, Samael, in the main hall, looked at Liu Daolingxia, who was temporarily playing chess with him, raised his hand and pushed the [Knight] forward, blocking the enemy king's last room for maneuver, and spoke leisurely.

"Then, checkmate."

Chapter Sixty-Five: Prayer Time Has Arrived (4.5k views)

"boom!"

As the blazing wave struck, rows of dark red iron stakes shattered like rusted metal, a dull rumble echoing through the hall. Vlad III, wielding his spear, staggered backward from the shockwave until his back slammed heavily against a stone pillar, finally bringing him to a stop.

"puff!"

The piercing prince, who had fallen from the stone pillar, vomited scarlet blood. His face was pale and the dark circles around his eyes were even more pronounced, making him appear ethereal.

"Lancer of the enemy, it is because that land is your homeland that you possess extraordinary power in Romania. The history etched on that land has provided you with the protection of your faith. But now you are far from your homeland. A king who has lost his territory is not much different from a defeated beast."

Karna pondered as he stepped over the dark red iron stake fragments scattered on the ground. His red and blue eyes looked down at his increasingly weakened opponent, and he shook his head indifferently.

"Stop struggling, you've already lost your chance."

"Noisy!"

It seems that the word "beast" inadvertently stung Vlad III's proud pride, and the weakened Vlad the Piercer roared and raised his left hand toward Karna, clenching it into a fist.

As the magic surged wildly, dark red iron stakes shot out erratically from all around Karna.

However, Karna merely waved his hand casually, and the magic spear easily broke through the originally impenetrable prison, once again repelling Vlad III.

Meanwhile, the situation of Danic and his two companions was also far from optimistic.

With Tulipas gone and the activation of the [Primordial Chaos Formation], it wasn't just Vlad III who was affected. Finn and Diarmuid, who relied on the Holy Grail for magical power and were summoned illegally, were also suffering. The flow of aether within their bodies gradually became sluggish and difficult, causing them to fall into a disadvantageous position in battle and gradually showing signs of fatigue and defeat.

Danic, lurking in the shadows, had a strange, gleaming look in his eyes.

At this moment, Karna saw

Vlad III, exhausted, struggled to his feet, maintaining his royal dignity. Realizing his words and actions had been somewhat rash, he glanced at the passageway outside the courtyard and added casually.

"Of course, you can leave here and we will not pursue you, but on the condition that you admit your defeat and return the Holy Grail."

However, Karna, who was naturally indifferent and straightforward, clearly lacked the talent for persuading others to surrender.

Upon hearing this, Vlad III's face became even more furious and contorted.

"Are you insulting my resolve? You bastard! As a king, there is only death in battle, no retreat!"

"Excellent, excellent, Lancer! This is the true king of Romania! This is worthy of our desire for the Holy Grail!"

Danic, who was in the corner, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His once elegant and handsome face turned into a ferocious and sinister look. His lips curled up in an evil arc, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Rest assured, I will make good use of this admirable determination to help you, and us, win the final victory and fill the Holy Grail..."

The soft whisper reached Vlad III's ears like a thunderclap.

A deep sense of foreboding surged within him. The Piercing Lord instinctively glanced at his Master, a master of intrigue and scheming. His gaze fell upon the right hand, engraved with Command Seals, slowly rising. His pupils contracted sharply, and he roared through gritted teeth. Welcome to the [Night Raid] group! 4:9.,"3:""6!，1:3";5."

"Danick, what are you doing?!"

"Of course, it's to help you..."

A sinister smile immediately appeared on Danic's contorted face, and he suddenly spoke.

"By Command Spell, Heroic Spirit Vlad Zeppelin, activate the Noble Phantasm: Legend of Dracula!"

"Danick, you bastard!"

The ominous premonition became reality, and Vlad III roared in fear and rage, wanting to rush forward to stop him.

But in an instant, as the Command Seal on the back of the Master's hand disappeared, an irresistible force swept over, causing Vlad III's bones to twist, his muscles to deform, and him to stagger backward.

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

In a roar of resentment and grief, one after another, the stark white knuckles pierced the skin, tore through the clothes, and stretched out a hideous shape.

Danic laughed maniacally, excitedly enjoying the anomaly that was about to reverse the situation, and mockingly dismissively.

"No, you are a vampire... Dracula the vampire!"

"Ahhhh!"

Painful screams echoed through the hall, and eerie shadows were cast on the floor, spreading like thick ink, as deformed monsters were gradually being born.

However, eager to break the deadlock, Danic didn't want to wait any longer and raised his arm to continue his cruel chanting.

“Command it with the command spell…”

"puff!"

Before the words had even finished, a dark, distorted shadow, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, hurtled towards them. A flash of cold light pierced through Danic's chest, pinning him to a stone pillar behind him.

"Danilk, I forbade you from using Command Spells to force me to activate this Noble Phantasm. Remember that humiliation? You know the price, don't you?!"

Vlad III, his eyes bloodshot, ears elongated, his body grotesquely deformed, gripped the spear piercing his Master's heart, roaring menacingly. Welcome to the [Night Raid] group! 4:9.,"3:""6!，1:3";5."

"No... I won't let you succeed...!"

"Hahaha! Excellent, this is what a vampire should be like!"

However, with his heart pierced and critically injured, Danic burst into a twisted, maniacal laugh. In his final moments, he placed his right hand, inscribed with the last Command Seal, on Vlad's head, issuing a proclamation of his end.

"By Command Spell, Lancer, etch my existence into your soul, live to fill the Holy Grail, and achieve final victory!"

Instantly, as the Command Seals faded and disappeared, the Impaler, who was barely able to maintain his sanity, lost consciousness like the tide. His bloodthirsty and frenzied instincts were awakened, and he immediately lowered his head, opened his mouth, and fiercely bit into Darnic's carotid artery, frantically drinking the blood of his former Master, devouring and absorbing his magic power, memories, and even his soul, merging them with himself.

Soon, Danic, who had activated [Soul Fusion], managed to suppress Vlad III's resistance in a brief struggle, thanks to his extensive prior experience, and took control of the body that belonged to the Heroic Spirit and the Demon.

"Very good, very good! In this way, my obsession, my wish, my life will be rooted in the monster's body and continue forever, hahahaha!"

With his mission accomplished and his strength greatly increased, Danic waved his hands and let out an arrogant and triumphant laugh.

"How ugly..."

With a soft murmur, the spear wheel, burning with golden flames, pierced Vlad III's heart with lightning speed. The golden-red divine power transformed into blazing solar fire, burning fiercely on Karna's body and then flowing through the spear shaft to the monster nailed to the wall.

For Vlad III, whose reputation was ruined and whose ideals were tarnished, this was perhaps the greatest mercy.

However, before the divine flames could spread to his body, Vlad III's distorted form dissipated into a wisp of black mist, then quietly reformed.

Behind Reines, it opened its mouth fiercely and bit down.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the Moon Spirit Essence, instinctively sensing the approaching danger, automatically formed a cocoon, enveloping its master in a mercury membrane, which allowed Reines, who was weak in close combat, to escape unscathed.

"Go away!"

Seeing that Vlad III had nowhere to attack, he turned his attention to a certain plump and juicy little elephant-headed god. Karna, who was usually indifferent, suddenly erupted in rare anger. He spun his gun, which turned into a blazing arc of light and shot it toward the mutated vampire.

Immediately feeling the astonishing heat coming from behind, Vlad III, on high alert, instantly vaporized, dodging the destructive attack.

However, Karna, enraged, had no intention of giving up and launched a relentless attack.

Soon, Vlad III, having repeatedly failed to achieve his goal, gave up on these tempting targets. His nostrils flared, like a shark smelling blood, and he crashed through the back wall of the hall, turning into mist to escape the dangerous attacks behind him and rushing towards the more delicious and richer source of magic.

It's the direction of the central hub!

Karna's eyes flickered slightly, then he withdrew from the battlefield, leaving behind instructions, and transformed into a streak of flames in pursuit.

"Stop them!"

A moment later, as the blood shadow and flames disappeared one after another at the end of the narrow passage, [Osiris Sand], [Ganesh], and [Sima Zhongda], who had recovered from that gloomy and oppressive feeling, once again focused their malicious gazes on the Fiona Knights duo in the hall.

Finn and Diarmuid, under immense pressure, felt their scalps tingle.

Meanwhile, in the main hall.

Samael gazed at the black mist in the magical projection, which, after successfully shaking off Karna with its stealth talent, headed straight for the central area. He then turned to look at the Shield Maiden below the steps and spoke leisurely.

"Isn't it against the rules to illegally summon external forces to interfere in the Holy Grail War?"

"That's right!"

Liz Baifer, as the church's overseer and scribe, thought for a moment and nodded seriously.

Samael pointed to the image projected in the magic show and asked with a smile.

"So, how does the church usually handle this situation?"

Liz Byfie frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

"This Holy Grail War is quite special, there's no precedent for it, and I'm not entirely sure about it either."

But then, the Shield Maiden looked up again, gazing intently at the rapidly advancing black mist that was constantly destroying magical defense mechanisms along its path, and spoke solemnly.

"But the Knights of Inquisition have a duty to eliminate out-of-control vampires before the disaster escalates!"

"boom!"

At the same time, the ornate stone doors that had been tightly shut at the entrance to the main hall suddenly burst open, and a tall, deformed monster rushed in.

Liz Baifie stepped forward without hesitation, took off the nail-shaped pendant from her chest, held it in her palm, and solemnly recited a poem.

"You are the indestructible steel, the cleansing blood; under your radiance, filth has nowhere to hide. If not for my heart's submission, my blade would not be broken. Holy Lance, appear once more in my hand, so that the Lord's will may be done on earth as it is in heaven!"

In an instant, the light patterns surged and lengthened, and the ethereal hymns echoed in the hall. The legendary lance Longinus, blessed by the Son of Man, was grasped in the palm of Lizbephie at the hall's entrance, and layers of blazing white ripples spread outwards.

The vampires who entered the temple screamed in agony as if they were being scorched by fire, as the black smoke surrounding their bodies continued to rise and dissipate.

Puff puff puff!

One after another, cones of light, like holy nails, descended from the sky, pinning Vlad III's limbs, causing the vampire, who had intended to escape by dissolving into mist, to fall to the ground, only able to roar and struggle in vain.

There is no doubt that vampires are powerful beings, but as a price, they must also bear many weaknesses...

For example, they become extremely vulnerable in the face of weapons with purifying power...

"Now, it's time for prayer."

Samael rested his chin on his hand and glanced at the Grand Master of the Inquisition, who was bowing his head in repentance, his hands gripping the Holy Lance tightly. A pleased smile crept onto his lips.

“Declare: