I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

If you don't observe carefully, everyone may not be able to notice that the black clouds are surging, gathering step by step towards the center of the Romanian capital.

Both Du Lin and Morgan Le Fay present knew that the black clouds in the sky were another form of black smoke.

"Although I don't know what Vlad III's purpose is. But the vampires we faced before turned into undead creatures by relying on the element of black smoke.

Once all the black fog falls on the Romanian capital, something bad will definitely happen. "Sasseiin Kiara said.

"I agree!" Knight King Lan Saber also nodded.

Nero frowned cutely, and locked on the star wars hair firmly: "Then this King's Killer..."

Du Lin stood up and took a step forward: "How about giving up temporarily? If you really insist on assassinating them, I can't let you succeed."

"Damn..." Star Wars Daimao muttered unwillingly. She looked at the black mist drifting towards the capital of Romania above her head, and understood where the real trouble came from.

However, she was not reconciled to letting her give up like this.

Star Wars' dumb eyeballs rolled a few times, and after a few ideas popped up in his mind, he nodded: "Okay, let's call it quits for now."

After a while, this group of guys wiped out the big boss, and she took advantage of the group of Saber's weakness to carry out the ultimate assassination.

"In this way, the alliance has been reached, congratulations! Next, I will contact Arthur's son and meet up with the capital!" Morgan Le Fay congratulated with a chuckle.

Du Lin nodded: "Then please. Let's go there early!"

Morgan Le Fay nodded slightly: "Yes..."

Regardless of whether there are trust issues in this group of teams, this young man seems to have the potential to summon all the kings.

There are factors of strength in it, and naturally there are also eclectic ways of doing things, which can promote this big alliance of kings!

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Chapter 743 The Day of the Decisive Battle

A brief alliance reached!

A group of people headed towards the Romanian capital. For Durin and Morgan Le Fay, they had already returned to their original place.

On the road, Du Lin took a look at the Holy Spear power of his wife in the southern hemisphere who was fighting Achilles in the distance, and it was not the time to go to where she was.

There is also Hei Zhen who is stocked outside, and the perverted female pharaoh who went to Cleopatra's side. They will rush to the capital of Romania together, and then they can only rely on luck.

Du Lin waited and watched the surging clouds above his head from time to time, and a bad premonition faintly rose in his heart.

However, this is also the final decisive battle of this scene!

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Romania's capital city, Bucharest.

Stone pillars were inserted upside down in the streets of the town, dilapidated buildings collapsed in all directions, and a dilapidated clock tower stood horizontally in the center of the city.

The piles of corpses gathered by countless vampires were scattered on the streets and broken buildings, like a scene of endless purgatory.

In the square in the center of the town, above a French Arc de Triomphe, the black mist condensed the figure of Vlad III.

His whole body was covered with a white smoke screen that was splashed with sulfuric acid, and his pale skin seemed to fall off his face like rotten paper scraps, revealing rotten flesh and blood.

The elegant posture of the 'Piercing Lord' no longer exists.

Now he's nothing more than a filthy, sun-and-holy hideous monster.

The long and slender fingers turned into ugly hunting claws, with bursting veins bursting out with a stream of blood, Vlad III covered his head and roared in a low voice: "Ahh...Iskandar! Unforgivable!!"

The curse imposed by the conquered king Iskandar at the end of his life caused the element of "blood transformation" in his body to be constantly falling off at this moment.

The baptism chants the "purification" function, which is imposed on his dirty body like a natural enemy. Countless black smoke floats from the broken blood vessels of his skin, evaporates in the atmosphere, and brings a few wisps of ashes with the wind.

At such a time, Vlad III had been tortured for nearly an hour after returning from the King of Conqueror's camp.

The power of purification wants to disintegrate this body...

The power of blood transformation is constantly delivering magic power, and the intensity of wear and purification...

These two different forces converged on him, and Vlad III's consciousness had begun to be affected before he knew it. His instinct was to survive, releasing his power as a king.

【Transformation of Blood】

The dark clouds in the sky condensed a storm with rumbling noises, and suddenly, the sky seemed to drop a "gun of the storm", shooting directly at the center of the Romanian capital.

The 'gun' shot directly at the top of Vlad III's head!

No evasion, no defense.

A large amount of black mist... No, it is not so much the black mist, but the materialized condensation of magic power, poured into the body of Vlad III.

"Uh--!"

Vlad III couldn't help but let out a sound of astonishment, and then the scarlet pupils covering the whites of his eyes suddenly widened.

His whole body twitched, and suddenly he froze in place.

The broken flesh and blood began to repair with the filling of magic power, the skin that fell off the face returned to pale, and even the scarlet color of his pupils faded and turned into pure whites of the eyes.

The claws of both hands returned to normal and slender again.