Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

I am in charge of killing and I am in charge of life.

What I hurt, I heal.

There is no way to surpass the palm of my hand.

What cannot escape is my gaze.

To destroy it.

I will call back the disabled and the old.

Entrust to me, learn from me, and follow me.

During the rest time, I have not forgotten to sing, I have not forgotten to pray, I have not forgotten myself.

With my lightness, I lay aside all burdens and rest in my hands.

Anointed and branded for your sins.

Eternal life is given by death.

Forgiveness is in the present moment, I swear by my flesh…

Liz Byfie looked down at the twisted, disintegrating filthy monster from her high vantage point, her hands gently turning the gun handle as if knocking on the doors of a temple, a pitying sigh escaping her lips.

This is the temple of God, this is the gate of heaven, the Lord is here, you should not step into this place, vampire...

No! I am not... a vampire...

Hearing that curse-like voice in his mind, Vlad III's deformed, elongated face revealed an uncontrollable resentment and injustice.

The living always have unfounded speculations about the dead and like to add their own conjectures.

As a king whose life was filled with hardship and both praise and condemnation, Vlad III did not intend to deny the path he had walked. He tried to accept the battles against the Turks, his imprisonment, and the difficult times he endured as simply part of life. However, the smearing of his name in places completely unrelated to him was something he absolutely could not tolerate.

Tolerant.

The fact that Dracula, the vampire, has bestowed such an evil and ugly stain upon the "Shield of Christ," who is a guardian of the Lord's glory and the gates of His temple, is an unbearable disgrace for both him personally and his family.

Therefore, as a follower, his wish is to restore his reputation. He wants to wash away the stigma of "Dracula the vampire" that has spread throughout the world.

To avoid reliving these unpleasant memories, he strictly forbade his Master Darnic from forcing him to activate his second Noble Phantasm, "Bloodline," before the war began.

This is because it is a special ability bestowed upon him by the stigma of being called "Dracula the Vampire," amplified by his territory and legends.

However, to his surprise, that despicable fellow made a promise on the surface, but when the situation turned unfavorable, he did not hesitate to break his oath and even tried to corrupt his will in order to satisfy his own selfish desires.

I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!

"I... am not... a vampire!"

Having miraculously regained control of his body, Vlad III, his eyes blazing with fury, stubbornly maintained his existence amidst the burning flames, uttering a grief-stricken accusation.

“KYRIEELEISON (Gaze upon this soul with mercy) – Amen…”

However, as Lizbefiel chanted fervently, intense streams of light poured down from the dome, like tons of concentrated sulfuric acid, onto Vlad III.

Incredibly holy, incredibly cruel.

In a hazy state, the guardian ghost general, whose body had mostly dissolved, opened his last remaining scarlet eye and gazed at the magnificent hall that resembled a sanctuary, and at the torch-like figure sitting high on the jade throne. He seemed to understand something and murmured to himself.

That’s it, that’s it!

The Holy Grail War? Overflowing with blessings? It's all a joke! We're a joke too!

Click!

A crisp sound suddenly echoed in the hall. A body engulfed in flames, burning and disintegrating like rotten wood, forcefully broke through the blazing light and stepped onto the stairs.

With each step, the remains that could no longer be called life continued to shatter, leaving behind debris and ashes all over the ground.

Finally, whether in a fleeting moment or a long century, the completely carbonized monster ascended the throne, its empty eyes wide open, gazing at its unjust fate with venomous resentment, offering a profound blasphemy.

Lord, I curse you! I curse you!

The figure on the jade throne seemed to hear the deep resentment and smiled as he looked up.

"Yes, I heard you..."

With a flick of his outstretched arm, the new debris standing before the throne collapsed to the ground, no longer able to block the sunlight streaming into the hall from outside.

Amidst the churning clouds, a red sun leaps above the horizon, heralding the arrival of dawn.

After a night of fierce fighting, dawn broke without them even realizing it.

The snake, bathed in sunlight, stretched and yawned. It then raised the cup on the table and drank the remaining wine in one gulp. It then moved the [Knight] to occupy the white block, eliminating the enemy's king. It then smiled and spoke to Liu Daolingxia opposite it.

"Game over, dying."

Chapter Sixty-Six: All in, Joan of Arc 4k

"Yeah..."

The closed palace doors slowly opened, and a gentle breeze blew in, carrying away the slightly foul and burnt smell from inside.

Great, nobody noticed me.

Escape! If I can escape and find a new host, I'll have a chance to start over!

In a dark, unnoticed corner, a drop of dark red blood quietly slides toward the door, while increasingly excited emotions surge within the twisted soul.

Just wait, one day, one day, I, Danic, will…

"Got you……"

Just as the dark red blood droplets were about to seep through the crack in the door frame and into the corridor, a playful whisper came, like the whisper of a demon.

not good!

The blood droplet vibrated violently, immediately wriggling and deforming into a bat with blood-red eyes. It flapped its wings wildly and fled towards the door with lightning speed.

"Why are you running?"

However, accompanied by a mocking murmur, a fair hand pinched the back of the blood-red bat's neck and held it up in front of him with a smile.

Monster! This monster!

Facing the man before it, the bat trembled violently, an unprecedented fear welling up inside it, its biological instincts causing it to shiver and cower.

"So this is why vampires are so hard to kill—they regenerate through blood division? Interesting..."

Samael gazed at the blood-red bat before him, its expression almost human, and seemed to understand something.

It must be said that Danic, a cunning old fox who has lived and seen a lot, is more perceptive of danger than Vlad III.

Therefore, the head of the Thousand World Tree family, who sensed something was wrong as soon as he stepped into the main hall, did not hesitate to separate from the main body of the Piercing Duke and escape part of his consciousness through blood, thus avoiding a barbecue from Lizbyfe.

However, even the most cunning fox cannot outwit a good hunter.

For a demon known for his cunning and scheming, such a petty trick is simply too much to ask.

The writhing bat emitted an angry cry, full of grievances, but its gaze was fixed on the upright and powerful paladin.

"I refuse to accept this! I'm not convinced! You cheated!"

"The three additional summoned Heroic Spirits are the effect of Caster's Noble Phantasm. After approval, all actions of the Clock Tower are within the rules. The only one who has violated the rules is you, Darnick..."

Liz Baifer, as a witness, stepped forward to announce.

This extinguished Danic's last hope.

"Since you've chosen to merge your souls, why don't you just stay and accompany Vlad III?"

The ancient snake grinned as it looked at the struggling little creature before it, and slowly tightened its grip.

"You want to kill me?"

Knowing he couldn't escape, Danic's ugly bat-like face twisted into a maniacal laugh.

"So what? Hahahaha! If I can't have it, neither can you...!"

"puff!"

Before the monster's remnants could finish speaking, the fair fingers suddenly clenched, and the bat formed from the blood droplets vanished with a roar, taking away the last trace of Danic left in this world.

"Buzz!"

However, at the same time that Danic's remnant soul was annihilated, a beam of golden light shot up from Tulifas in the distance and lasted for several breaths before dissipating.

Samael's gaze fell upon the shattered and dissipated phantom in the distant golden light stream, and he frowned slightly, lost in thought.

Tsk, a soul-binding technique? Even in death, they manage to disgust people.

Forget it, no matter how much I struggle, the result will be the same.

After dealing with the remaining hidden dangers, the ancient snake stretched and, bathed in the faint light of dawn, was the first to walk out of the main hall.

"I can't wait to have breakfast in the World Tree Castle."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Semiramis bowed and led the remaining people, smiling as they rose and followed.

At the same time, the morning sun pierced through the clouds and shone on the devastated courtyard. As if sensing something, the spirits of the Thousand World Trees subconsciously paused, their expressions changing drastically.

Vlad III's spirit origin reaction has disappeared! Could it be...?

"boom!"

A blazing beam of light, like the sun crashing to the ground, fell onto the battlefield. Golden flames roared as a figure, gripping a gun barrel and with a scarlet cloak fluttering in the wind, stepped out of the crater, his entire body surging with magical power.

Karna!

The members of the Thousand World Tree, caught in a fierce battle, felt their breath catch in their throats, and their hearts sank to the bottom.

The presence of Lancer, the enemy pursuing Vlad III, here already speaks volumes.

"Koles, retreat! Bring them back!"

Behind the puppet array, from the bracelet on Koles's wrist that flickered with light and shadow, came the urgent reminder from his sister Fiore, who was guarding the house.

Suddenly, the members of the Thousand World Tree were jolted awake, as if from a dream. They immediately summoned their respective followers, consolidated their forces, and attempted to extricate themselves from the melee as quickly as possible.

However, the Clock Tower members, who had a clear advantage, were not about to give up this opportunity to kick a man when he was down. They pounced like fierce lions and bit down hard on their prey that was trying to escape.

"when!"

In the clash of sharp spears and swords, Karna intercepted Siegfried as he tried to break free, his demonic spear moving swiftly like the wind and aggressively like fire, pressing forward relentlessly.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

Because of the elemental advantage, Mordred, who was outmatched by Siegfried, rolled her eyes at Karna, who was stealing her opponent's thunder. She then set her sights on the retreating members of Yggdrasil. With her magic sword, she cleaved through dozens of earthen golems blocking her path and quickly advanced to within thirty meters of Yggdrasil's camp.

Another form of artificial life in technology? That's impressive.

The magician behind the mask watched Mordred dash around as if she were in an empty field, a hint of admiration and envy in his eyes.

If Adam had succeeded, he might not have lost to these creations!

Amidst a jumble of thoughts, Avisbro's initial admiration gradually transformed into resentment and a certain... fervor?

However, seeing that his golem array was about to be pierced through by Mordred, the only remaining Heroic Spirit in the camp, Avisbro, had no time to spare. He had to stop interfering with and eroding the entire [Courtyard], forcibly drawing magic power to summon new golems to fill the gap in the defense and stop the enemy Heroic Spirits' attack.

However, in the face of absolute strength, numerical advantage often seems insignificant.

The hastily summoned golem was quickly torn to pieces by Mordred, who displayed some of the style of a berserker. The scene was like a naughty child entering a relative's figurine shop.

However, as the situation spiraled out of control, even worse things followed.

"Boom!"

A dull thud came from beneath their feet, causing the people standing in the courtyard to stagger and nearly fall.

"Roar!"

In the blink of an eye, before anyone could react, a giant serpent, its entire body dark green, covered in hard scales, and a length of 100 meters, burst through the rock wall and emerged from the ground. Its lantern-sized eyes stared menacingly at the creatures on the field, its forked, jet-black tongue hissing and flickering. Then, it locked onto its prey, opened its blood-red maw, and lunged at the Thousand World Tree group.

The group of magicians and heroic spirits felt their scalps tingle and instinctively retreated.

The giant serpent swam swiftly, like an indestructible siege engine, easily crushing the golems, artificial lifeforms, and magical traps in its path.

Meanwhile, as the monster roared, wisps of purplish-black mist overflowed from its mouth. The people who smelled just a trace of the scent felt dizzy, their magical energy stagnant, and their organs constantly emitted warnings and cries.

poisonous!

Looking at the golems whose soil and rocks were dissolving and the artificial life forms whose bodies were collapsing, the magicians of the Thousand Worlds Tree felt a wave of fear.

This was still in an open space, in an area where the opposing Servant was present. If it were a confined environment, and this monster released its terrifying toxins without restraint, probably none of the Thousand World Tree members with their mortal bodies would survive.