Intruders of the Moon World

It wasn't that he was crying, but the moment when they looked at each other just now, the tears of a lost person flowed into Ye Qing's heart with the resonance of past emotions.

Did he cry?

The king who was regarded by the world as synonymous with ruthlessness and terror, and who had never been weak in his life, actually... cried?

The fate of his life was repeated after his death, and he was betrayed again. The knight's reputation and hometown were lost the previous time, and his family name was tarnished by shameless people.

But this time, even the only sad wish was wantonly insulted, turned into a monster that would rather die than become, and the soul was branded with the mark of dirty obsession...

Perhaps, Lancer is a person who can't cry, because the pride of the king prevents him from showing his weak side in front of others.

However, the heart-to-heart communication and resonance cannot lie, as evidenced by the tears falling from the corners of Ye Qing's eyes.

Suddenly, Ye Qing felt that the tear on his cheek was so hot and so heavy...

"ended."

Ye Qing opened his eyes slightly, and the thorny green-red iridescence in his right pupil was unprecedentedly brilliant, as if he wanted to dispel all the haze of these three thousand worlds!

"The Realm of Blue·Flame Slays Demons!"

The track that cannot be traced is annihilated in the void, and the knife that divides the realm cuts off the cause and effect!

"What a—ah!"

The vampire's body is constantly transforming in the black mist and entity, showing an extremely unstable state, as if there are two completely different people competing for the body.

In the end, amidst the painful wailing, the blue-black figure and the shadow of the monster condensed by the black mist were completely separated!

"Impossible! Acridine—"

The ominous shadow roared hoarsely, and rushed towards another figure.

The scorching blade stood in front of him, cutting it off in one stroke!

"Don't, don't! I haven't got the holy—"

"Go to hell and tell the devil your obsession, Danik."

Ye Qing opened his left hand, revealing the bloody cross in his palm.

"No—the vampire [Dracula]!"

"Compound Blood Method 666 Eternal Prison Lock Cross Bound Long Coffin!"

Like the devil's minions, ferocious blood blades gushed out from the coat of arms, and even the vampire shadow made of mist could not escape, piercing through the shadow like the flesh and blood of the entity.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Amidst the screams and struggles of the evil spirits, the merciless Cross of Conviction took him into custody and sealed him permanently in the coat of arms!

Ye Qing glanced at the coat of arms on the palm of his hand, at this moment it has returned to calm, without any change, everything before it seems to be a dream.

But Ye Qing knew in his heart that he himself would not use any blood techniques, he just used flames and wind instead of blood to drive technology, which is completely different from blood techniques in essence.

But the scene just now... was indeed an incomparably pure blood technique.

Although it is a sealing technique, this shadow is the product of Darnic's obsession and malicious legends. There is no so-called immortality, and it will be wiped out eventually, returning to the nothingness of the void.

Shaking his head to drive away distracting thoughts, Ye Qing walked slowly to another figure.

Wearing a blue-black robe, the white-haired man with distinct and serious features is now lying on the ground with a peaceful face.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he opened his eyes, the sky blue pupils reflected Ye Qing who was neither happy nor sad.

"Archer...?"

"Ah."

"Thank you......"

"Ah."

Ye Qing accepted the thank you without burden.

"how do you feel?"

"The body is so light... the mood is very calm."

"......That's good."

"Yu... Yu is really not a vampire."

"I know."

"I am King of Wallachia, Son of the Dragon, Shield of the Christworld... Vlad III Tepes..."

"Ok, I know."

Ye Qing's tone softened: "You are definitely not a vampire, I can prove it, I think I have the qualifications."

Gently put his left hand up, the coat of arms of the cross touched Vlad III's forehead.

"I certify in the name of 'Van Helsing' that the man in front of me is by no means an evil monster, he is a hero who protected his hometown and should not be insulted by malicious legends.

His name is [Vlad III Tepes], the king of Wallachia, the great son of the dragon, the solid shield protecting the Christian world—not the vampire Dracula as the world says.

And definitely not the enemy of us demon hunters! "

Vlad III's body gradually became transparent from the edge, and countless light spots rose like summer fireflies.

There was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth: "Thank you, archer...Ye Qing."

"If Heavenly Father is willing to accept me, a bloody sinner, then I will pray for you in heaven...

May God bless you, Ye Qing. "

Vlad III disappeared, vanished like a dream.

He did not return to the seat of Heroes...

No, the "heroic spirit" as the main body is still on the wheel of suppression, but as far as the current "servant side" is concerned, it has got rid of the stigma of a vampire, and after fulfilling its wish, there is no longer any worries, even relying on self-awareness He rejected the call of the Wheel of Repression and the Holy Grail, and went to the illusory "Kingdom of Heaven".

Although it was just a shadow, he was indeed redeemed.

Perhaps, in the future Holy Grail War, someone will be able to summon the servant [Vlad III], and he will still bear the stigma.

However, even if it is just an episode in countless reincarnations, the mood at this moment will always be remembered.

After he disappeared, Ye Qing let out a long breath, feeling inexplicably melancholy.

At this moment, the star gate, which had been silent for a long time, made a sound for a long time——

[Inherent skill: Protection of Faith (pseudo) B++—acquired.

Effect: Immune to most mental abnormalities with a strong will, including but not limited to charm, confusion, and madness.

In battle, he can often display super strength and maintain a prosperous mental state anytime, anywhere.

Note: It is not derived from my own belief, but the support borrowed from others, so it will not cause distortion of self-personality, but the skill level cannot be improved, and only enjoys the grace of protection.

With this skill, no matter what kind of adversity and tribulations he faces, his will will never yield! 】

[Inherent skill: Saint's March A—acquired.

Effects: Unknown.

Note: The god is dead, I will take his place! 】

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"Did you die without getting the Holy Grail, that guy Danik... What a pity, I didn't even see him for the last time."

A boy dressed as a priest with a friendly face appeared in front of the followers of the two camps, followed by the Red Assassin who arrived at an unknown time.

The boy said in a very sincere tone: "I originally planned to witness his end. After all, we are old friends."

"Varied--!"

Ruler couldn't believe his eyes.

Dark complexion and pale hair, black priest's attire and red cloak.

At first glance, he is an ordinary priest who can be seen everywhere, but he has a unique aura of a servant.

In other words, while serving the assassin, he is also a servant himself!

Of course, although it is a foul for a servant to enslave a servant, it can be regarded as a common operation in the Holy Grail War, and it is not a big deal.

The problem lies in the job description and real name of this teenager!

"..."

Wordlessly, Ruler grasped the Holy Banner, vaguely understanding his mission in this Holy Grail War.

She has a job-assignment skill called "Real Name Discernment", which can automatically know the servant's real name and job description as long as the target comes into view.

And the boy's job agency... is 【ruler】.

That's right, the same ruler as Joan of Arc!

"Ruler...why?"

Joan's doubts lie in the particularity of this job posting. It is impossible for the phenomenon of repeated summoning to occur, and it is even more impossible to join a certain camp.But this young man is indeed Chikata's Master, this...

"We met for the first time, this time the ruler."

The young man said politely: "And all the servants of the black side, hello everyone, I am the master of the red assassin: Kotomine Shiro."

"Kotomine... Shiro? You—"

You shouldn't call her by that name. Before Ruler could ask a question, Red Rider's shout interrupted her.

"Hey, priest, you bastard... have you done something to our Master?"

Achilles noticed something was wrong as early as on the ground, why did the other party hold his own command spell...or have absolute command power over the original master who held the command spell.

"This is my question too, Father, you'd better answer, otherwise my bow and arrow will shoot you!"

The red archer questioned Kotomine Shiro, with a rather unkind expression on his face.

Under her substantial gaze, the boy smiled lightly, and calmly rolled up his sleeves.

"This, this is..."