Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 790

The red and black castle was fleeting, and in the dilapidated city of vampires, Vlad III was completely pierced, and countless spears pierced through his knees, elbows, and chest.

If it wasn't for the vampire's endurance, it might have disappeared on the spot.

He is now like a crucifix on the cross, the whole person is stabbed and hung in the air.

"Unclean, this is the ending that suits you."

Seeing the berserk self continuously lying down with blood, Vlad III of Lancer made a disdainful sound.

As he said, he turned his head and looked at Fujimaru Tachika.

It was a breathtaking brilliance, which made her take half a step back involuntarily.

Mash immediately held up her shield to block in front of her, and Jin Shi also picked up the axe, as if about to charge forward.

Fujimaru Tachika settled down, stretched out his hand to push the two away, walked to the front, and stared back at each other without fear.

"Aren't you... not afraid of me?"

"I... of course I'm afraid..."

Fujimaru Tachika originally wanted to be brave, but her voice was still shaking.People are always like this, and they can't help but think about the "what if".For example, when walking on a suspension bridge and looking down, I can't help thinking: What should I do if I fall, and then my legs become limp in fright.

Fujimaru Tachika was the same, thinking: What if I was also pierced by him with a long spear in my hands and feet, how painful it would be, I don't need to lose too much blood, it hurts and it hurts to death.

As soon as I was afraid in my heart, my knees were trembling naturally, and my voice was trembling.

"But, no matter how scared I am! My servant is fighting! Then, as the master, I must stand in front of him and witness his battle! This is my battle!"

Fujimaru Tachika raised her right hand, and the three red lines on it outlined a beautiful pattern, which matched her fair skin in particular.

"Vlad III! My servant! Don't lose here!"

The girl shouted loudly, and with the crimson magic power, a beautiful red glow appeared.

Like a blood moon sinking on the surface of the earth.

"Hmph, are you actually cheering for the evil heretics! Shouldn't the so-called Chaldea be the savior!"

"I don't care about that kind of thing! My Lord Vlad will never lose to others!"

The girl spoke subjectively illogically.

The low blond hair of the man who was left in mid-air was stuck together with blood stains, scattered piece by piece, and a slight smile could be vaguely seen on his pale face.

"Yeah... Yu will not lose to anyone... because... Yu is [Vlad III]! Being desired by his subjects, the king should give him victory!! The son of the dragon——is also a dragon! Here I dedicate myself Blood-stained life!! Blood-stained king ghost!! (Kazikli-Bey)!"

Rolling to the ground, the bright red connected with countless dark red blood pools suddenly surged into sharp shapes, and the sharp edges and corners bit into each other, turning into deep black.

In the pool of blood intertwined with canine teeth, countless blood teeth bit towards Lancer Vlad III!
However, by the opponent's side, countless long spears have been lined up in a cylindrical shape, like a fence, wrapping him, forcibly planning an absolute defensive place that will not be injured.

The blood spikes emitted by Vlad III were all intercepted by the enemy's spears!

A thick curse radiated from the spear blade, the curse of faith, a curse that condemned all evil things.

The same goes for the blood piles released by Vlad on time. After the evil thoughts have been cut off, they are just ordinary blood.

However, Vlad III didn't expect his Noble Phantasm to work at first.

As long as it can make blood flow in all directions.

Vampires are born of blood.

As long as ordinary blood splashes into the absolute gun defense circle, it will be fine.

Vlad III was reborn in the blood. The pitch-black figure held up the sharp claws, like a monster, and ruthlessly tore the claws towards the armor and cloak on the opponent's back.

"Yu will be convicted!"

Unexpectedly, Vlad III, the lancer, did not swing his spear this time, but also raised his palm. The sharp edges and corners of the iron gauntlet and the spike-like structure on his fingers made his palm look like Scarier than a vampire's claws.

At the end of the fight between the fanatic in blue-gray armor and the vampire in black, both sides abandoned their weapons and fought each other with their claws!

The vampire's claw blade, with every blow, split and tore apart the opponent's iron armor, and watched the blood spurt out from inside and splash on the claws.

The palm of the fanatic beat the opponent with all his strength, and each blow tore apart the opponent's flesh and blood. There were blood and skin everywhere between the nails and the gaps in the gauntlet.

The attacks of both of them are extremely fast, and they go all out. The dazzling attacks are accompanied by flying blood. No matter how you look at it, they are a model of violent aesthetics.

These two people... can no longer tell which one is the monster.

In fact, there is no need to be so clear.

Both of them are vampire Dracula.

Both of them are Vlad III, son of the dragon.

Both of them are lords who have come to an end for their faith.

Two people are each other.

Since one of them is a lunatic, then there is no reason why the other party is not.

This is Vlad III.

At the end of the frantic fight...

Vlad III pierced Vlad III's chest.

The sharp vampire's claws closed together like an awl, piercing the opponent's chest.

Similarly, Vlad III also penetrated Vlad III's lower abdomen.

The heavy iron fist of the fanatic pierced through countless small openings on the opponent's body, and with his arms forceful, he forcibly tore the opponent in half!

"Mr. Vlad!!!"

Fujimaru Tatsuka was anxious, and was about to rush out when the little girl wearing a black cloak flew forward one step ahead, her figure was like a swift crow, catching Vlad III's half body in mid-air, and falling back flexibly .

She raised her head, holding half of Vlad III's body, her eyes were piercing.

Maybe he was craving Fujimaru Tatsuka to praise her with his eyes?
But what kind of mood does Fujimaru Tachika have now?

"Is this the end...Hmph...Master...The rest is up to you."

Without giving Tatsuka Fujimaru time to react, Vlad III's half body turned into golden particles and disappeared.

Chaldea's detection system confirmed that Vlad III's spirit base was forcibly recalled to Chaldea.

This is just like his style, he doesn't talk much, and he doesn't like this kind of nasty parting. After explaining the funeral, he disappears on the spot.

On the other side, Vlad III is the same.

A huge hole was pierced through the iron armor, and blood gushed out of it.

"Hmph, that guy... finally... is it time for Yu to present this body?"

His figure also gradually faded, turning into golden particles.

"Chaldea's. Since you have won... I will reciprocate accordingly: Listen. In this singularity, there is only one person who is really good. Only one person is a real demon slayer. Only one, is The real Demon Lord. Nothing else matters. In this false world, only these three are real. Go find them! But, be quick."

After Vlad III finished speaking, half of his body disappeared, leaving only a burly head.

His eyes were calm and peaceful, and he looked at the sky, as if gazing at the gift of God.

Following his disappearance, the entire castle trembled rumblingly, and the bricks and stones fell, obviously, it was about to collapse! !
(End of this chapter)