I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

Everything - as if back to the original point.

"Hmm..." Vlad III raised his hand, covering his forehead.

The scattered golden hair hangs down, covering his original expression.Only slightly visible sweat seeped from his forehead.

The residual pain from the 'purification' came from the body, which made Vlad III feel a deep palpitation.

Although with the injection of magic power to resist, the pain continued to weaken with 0.1 seconds until the moment of stupefaction had completely disappeared.

However, Vlad III knew very well that he had just walked through the gate of hell.

If he returned to this town later, he might really perish under the curse issued by the King of Conquerors.

But these are all past tense!

Belonging to the madness under the "vampire", it fades away as the consciousness slowly wakes up.Vlad III's voice gradually became lower and lower: "It's been put on... the King of Conquerors. He is indeed the legendary Alexander the Great."

There was relief after the storm in his tone, as well as admiration, but—that was all.

Taking a deep breath, Vlad III looked up at the celestial phenomena in Romania caused by his "runaway" just above his head, his gaze was serious.

"Now, the transformation of my blood has been completely exposed, and it will become more difficult for them to face the Lion King in the future..."

Vlad III spoke in general, and immediately denied his words: "No, they have already arrived in the capital of Romania. As long as they are kept, this information will not be conveyed. It is time to clear up the situation of the battle."

With the second half of the sentence whispering to himself, he has closed his eyes.

The flag quietly radiated in the bottom of his heart, and his brows frowned under his perception: "Dragon Slaying Knight Siegfried, Knights of the Round Table Bedivere, and the centaur great sage Chiron in Greek mythology have rid themselves one after another." Out of control...Is Achilles the only one left? Relying on my army..."

With such a result, Vlad III is definitely not happy.

The heroes who came from all ages were transformed by him himself, and the effect he brought was only to this extent, but it could not match the value of his previous efforts.

"Unfortunately, if I was able to transform the great Persian hero Arash before, with the quality of blood transformation, I have the opportunity to use his strange power and bow skills to wipe out these kings one by one from a long distance." Vlad III Whispered unwillingly.

Even more unreconciled, there is still the matter of not being able to transform the Conqueror King Iskandar——

He deliberately gave up the vampires in the town and dragged down the troops of the kings, just to transform an emperor.As a result, not only was the force exhausted and the project was not completed, but the ship almost capsized in the gutter.

Forget it, now is not the time to think about failure.

He looked at the corpses in the surrounding towns, Vlad III opened his hand, cut a wound, and let the blood spill.

A few seconds later, a puddle of blood about ten centimeters in diameter was sprinkled on the ground, and then Vlad III activated his power.

He injected magic power into the blood pit that he had sprinkled, and in an instant, the blood began to expand as if consciously, and began to spread in all directions.

Ten centimeters, one meter, ten meters, one hundred meters...

In less than three minutes, the entire town floor seemed to be covered with a blood-red floor.

The broken vampires and the corpses placed around began to tremble again after touching the blood.

All I saw was broken bodies, which began to grow again. Countless vampires, who had been left with death marks by the witch and the sword man, stood up from the ground one by one.

Vlad III watched this scene with satisfaction——

"Hey! What kind of joke is this?"

"It's too foul, it's resurrected on the spot."

When Vlad III heard the voice in the distance, his eyes paused, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "Are you here? That's right, even a rough and clumsy person like Iskandar can spot it. Wait until you find out." It's not impossible. But, you are already late."

His voice fell slowly, located on the top of the ruined clock tower in the capital square, swish, swish, swish... A few times in a row, eight figures emerged.

Du Lin and Star Wars Dumbo first appeared, the red (Nero) blue (original version of Dumb) and black (cold and emotionless woman) three-color Saber, and the two pillars of Du Lin's family plus a big hero arrived one after another.

Immediately afterwards, a distorted wave appeared in the space, and Morgan Le Fay also appeared behind the crowd. Outside the capital city, there was already the sound of riding a horse arriving quickly.

"It's not too late, Vlad III. Arthur has already led the Solemn Knights and the team to arrive one after another."

Lan Dumao frowned at her intentional statement, but at this time, facing the situation of the Romanian Grand Duke, she did not refute anything.

When everyone arrived, they saw Vlad III's ability to restart these dead vampire bodies.

Du Lin asked in surprise: "Is this the result of you not caring about your troops being slaughtered by us?"

Vlad III sneered and said, "Are you surprised? I descended into the world with the power attached to this hateful body——Legend of Dracula."

Du Lin had doubts in his heart. The skill in his memory fragments was not a zombie technique with its own AOE.

"After protecting the abnormal 'elements' of this world, has it turned into a power that can "transform any race into a vampire"? "Du Lin raised his eyebrows.

"Huh? It's an interesting speculation, that's right." Vlad III sighed in admiration and admitted frankly.

Du Lin concretized the holy sword Balmonk captured from Siegfried, and shook his head lightly: "Creating some miscellaneous soldiers will not bring obstacles..."

Before the words were finished, Durin held Balmonk's counterfeit, and the gem had gathered its magic power.

The magic power was instantly extracted by 20%. Although it was not enough for Siegfried himself to stand here, the maximum liberation, but on the holy sword, the emerald green gemstones had already emerged along the sword body, showing azure blue gleam.

The true ether effect of the holy sword began to transform with the injection of Durin's magic power.

"Even in this dark night, I can still see the moonlight—!"

call!

It doesn't matter if you chant a spell or something.