Huh? Are they all real?...

Thousands of elite jihadist troops began to assemble, intending to launch a decisive attack on the main city of Accardo and several important artillery positions.

Before they could finish preparing, a large number of Accardo soldiers poured out from various secret passages.

The jihadists who had successfully boarded the ship were clearly taken aback by the large number of enemies that were attacking them.

They hadn't expected the other side to have so many people!

But after a brief moment of astonishment, the holy warriors, intoxicated by the illusion created by the allure, charged forward shouting slogans.

"For the beautiful world His Majesty promised!"

"kill!"

The vampires, naturally unwilling to be outdone, also charged forward, shouting slogans:

"For His Majesty's return and the glory of our family! Kill these bastards!"

The two groups clashed quickly.

Even in the extraordinary world, street fighting remains as difficult as ever.

On the Holy War Army's side, watching the artillery fire gradually lose its suppressive force, the commander frowned and asked:

"Where have they advanced to? Have they seen Acorn's capital city?"

The adjutant shook his head and said:

"No, sir, we're still anxiously waiting at the landing site."

"what?"

"The enemy has preserved a large number of troops, making it difficult for our people to advance."

The commander frowned slightly.

Their mission is to defeat the Seven Hills and destroy the seal.

But now they are completely held back by the Accardo family.

If we don't take out the enemy's main cannons and the Divine Age giant crossbow...

Then their main force will have a hard time getting through.

In this situation, even if a small fleet manages to bypass the enemy, it will be difficult to deal with the Seven Hills behind them.

So after taking a look at the original moon hanging high in the sky.

The commander said:

"Fire at the landing point."

"Sir, our men are still there."

The adjutant was surprised.

The commander, however, said expressionlessly:

"This is a necessary sacrifice!"

The adjutant remained silent, only giving a slight bow to indicate that he understood.

As artillery fire resumed.

Even Accardo Jr. couldn't help but start cursing:

"These lunatics!"

"Sir, what should I do?"

"Have the soldiers withdraw, mainly to defend the cannons and crossbow mounts. These lunatics!"

Little Alucard was starting to feel like he was about to be overwhelmed.

These guys don't care about their own lives or the lives of their companions at all.

It was at this time that Accardo Jr. heard even worse news:

"My lord, the fortresses of the other families have arrived!"

This news sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Little Accardo, clinging to his last glimmer of hope, asked:

Is anyone on our side?

"My lord, they are all behind the Pure White Dynasty."

At this point, someone immediately said:

"Sir, why don't we retreat first? We're still quite a distance from Qiqiu. We can retreat while we deal with them."

Alucard said with a solemn expression:

"It's also possible that our retreat caused them to head directly towards Qiqiu."

"But we can't hold on any longer."

After a brief silence, Alucard Jr. said, word by word:

"Even if you can't hold on, you have to keep going!"

"I will stand on the front line and tell everyone that even if I die, we will continue to fight. Your Majesty is watching us!"

"Yes, sir."

Little Alucard knew that the Alucard family was likely to be unable to continue.

Those late-arriving vampire families are far more powerful than this holy war army.

But he had no other choice.

Everyone knows this.

So when the opposing commander saw Little Alucard reappear.

He also had a slight smile on his lips:

"It's over. These lowly vampires actually dare to obstruct the arrival of the beautiful world promised by the two empires!"

"Tell the new vampires to complete the incorporation immediately. I'm going to blow up this eyesore of a castle!"

But before he could finish speaking...

Little Alucard, the commander, and everyone on the battlefield witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The belated vampires were not incorporated into the Holy War Army's fleet.

Instead, they launched an attack on the jihadists.

Caught completely off guard, the Jihadist ships fell like raindrops.

Some jihadists tried to turn around and fight back, but under such a dense attack, they couldn't even turn their ships around and they all crashed.

Amid the explosions and crashes, the jihadist warships, though geographically distant, somehow merged into a striking sea of ​​fire in the air.

Seeing this, the commander of the Holy War Army was completely dumbfounded.

How is this going? !

And in the upper levels of the Bathory family's main city.

Before the entrance to the Spiral Tower.

Of the remaining four vampire dukes, one had already collapsed at the door.

He lay in a pool of blood, his face filled with unseeing rage.

Wait until Moen stepped over his body.

The three vampire dukes, led by the current Duke Barbatos, all knelt and bowed respectfully before the returning king.

"Your Majesty, we feel the greatest honor to welcome you back!"

Just as Moen said to Ms. Lily, he actually did a lot at this banquet.

The mysterious person who protected the Seven Hills.

The brief return of the King of Turin.

Count Taggle Taggle returned after an era of silence.

With all of this combined, how could only Little Alucard react?

Chapter 223 The King Bears the God! (5k4)

Moen's gaze climbed upwards along the open door behind them.

The chalk-colored spiral tower stands here.

He had only been to this tower once.

That was the first time I came here and cut off the finger of the first Duke of Bathory.

But that was back in the Second Age. When the Third Age arrived, Moen never went back to that rather tall tower.

Moen once thought the tower held some secret, but in reality, it was just something that Grand Duke Bathory found interesting to look down on from.

After going once, Moen felt it was pointless.

Unexpectedly, I have to go up again now.

Moreover, both times they went up there, it was for the purpose of fighting.

As Moen withdrew his gaze, the Duke of Barbatos, the current Duke among the three kneeling dukes, lowered his head and said:

"Your Majesty, although time is short, we have still prepared a gift for you."

"I think you will be satisfied with this!"

Grand Duchess Barbatos, who spoke, was the only woman among the eight dukes, and also the only family among the eight ducal lineages where women had been rulers for generations.

As a vampire, she is naturally a stunningly beautiful woman.

Having such a stunning beauty kneel before you is indeed a very fulfilling thing, especially since she is wearing a very eye-catching wedding ring.

The vampire duchess became somewhat uneasy after noticing that Moen's gaze was fixed on her.

Conventionally, the archangels that goddesses send to kings are usually female, so that they can easily protect and serve them closely.

This point was put aside during the reign of the Moon King because almost none of the vampires survived the purge.

Moreover, the calamity of the confused followed closely behind.

Now, she is the only vampire who truly qualifies, but she already has a partner.

However, Moen had no interest in any of these things.

He glanced at her a few more times, not because of the so-called gift or because of her as a person, but because this equally alluring woman reminded him of Lilith, whom he had met on the Orsay Peninsula.

That woman was just as alluring.

Moreover, it is more aggressive.

"What is it?"

The three dukes simultaneously raised their hands and lifted them upwards, reaching a high point as they did so.

A set of separate armor appeared in their hands along with the tray.

"Your Majesty, we have carefully preserved your armor from back then!"

Grand Duke Barbatos, holding the helmet, bowed his head and said:

"Please allow us to help you put on your armor."

Moen looked somewhat dazed as he stared at the armor.

The armor itself wasn't anything special; he only chose it because it was sturdy enough.

For a noble king, this armor is clearly neither aesthetically pleasing nor prestigious enough, nor does it match the king's formidable strength.

but

Moen picked up his old helmet.

The gold and purple color scheme remains as simple and unadorned as ever. But as I got to handle it, the luster, which had been dim until now, began to shine again.