I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

Hearing the word "Piercing Lord", the elegant aura of "talking and laughing freely" on Vlad III's body has obviously changed.

A scarlet air pressure was released from his body and washed over.Vlad III seemed to be irritated, and the whites of his eyes were covered with a layer of crimson: "With this cursed body on my back, I am no longer some kind of impaler. Vampire Dracula, this is my name..."

Just like the Holy Grail War that came to Tulipas as the Impaler in his memory, he would never recognize the name of Dracula.

Similarly, coming down as a vampire at this moment, he will definitely not let this stigma have any connection with the name of the 'Puncture Lord' in his lifetime!

"Really? The fact that you are unwilling to admit the singularity, but you accept it here?" Du Lin was surprised.

"There is no so-called fact, that is slander."

"Then why do you claim to be an identity that doesn't exist?"

Vlad III: "..."

puff!

Morgan Le Fay couldn't help laughing, she could tell from her secret observations along the way, this man's level of stubbornness, once his head is hardened, he can really kill people's anger.

There is no problem with the logic at all, and it is even more annoying with that face!

"You brat..." Vlad III looked downcast.

In the next second, he turned into a wisp of black smoke, and rushed towards Du Lin and others like a swimming black mist.

When he arrived close, Vlad III condensed his body in the black mist again, and pointed at Du Lin with his slender fingers.

From turning into black smoke to solidifying, it is only in the blink of an eye.

The intuitive King of Knights and Artoria Alter reacted at the same time, each raised their hands to jump back and flickered, and slashed from the side.

The picture briefly formed a situation where Vlad III attacked Durin, and the King of Knights and Artoria Alter attacked Vlad III.

Ka!

With a soft sound, Du Lin raised his hand with the holy sword in front of him, and Vlad III's slender hand hit the holy sword.

Immediately afterwards, with a 'bang', a large amount of blood mist erupted in the air.

"Huh?" Du Lin opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The concussive impact knocked him back a few meters away, and he quickly stuck the holy sword on the ground to prevent him from getting too far away.

After Vlad III's shot fell, he would be greeted by two flanking attacks. However, facing the slashing of the two holy swords, Vlad III did not intend to dodge urgently, but instead had the sword in his hand. A long spear was condensed, and it went to the left and right sides to meet it.

boom!boom!

Two combos erupted in the air, and golden and black-red light particles floated in the night sky.Vlad III's flowing blond hair fluttered against the strong wind, and his pale face remained calm in the night, making it even more stern.

"Knight King, such an attack can't take my life..." Vlad III sneered.

Both the King of Knights and Artoria Alter looked very ugly. They intuitively felt that the strange power blessed in Romania could not be cut off in the conventional sense.

"Retreat! My target is not you." Vlad III snorted coldly, swung his spear, and transformed into a burst of blood.

The King of Knights and Artoria Alter felt a majestic impact and hurriedly avoided tens of meters away.

Vlad III stood where he was, still the elegant vampire, staring at Durin in the distance.

"Why did I bear this stigma, you have no right to comment." With no obstacles around him, Vlad III rushed towards Durin with a trail of black smoke with a 'whoosh' sound.

"It's useless!" Du Lin gave a "ha" and raised the holy sword to meet it.

Clang!

A ray of sparks splashed in mid-air, sparks from guns and swords emerged.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Du Lin immediately spread out the dark space of the Book of Ten Thousand Principles around him.

"Huh?" Vlad III was surprised, out of the instinct of danger perception, he quickly turned into a cloud of smoke and retreated from the distance of the black sky.

Whenever the space of Du Lin's Book of Myriad Principles spreads and extends, the black smoke that Vlad III turned into quickly retreats a part. In a short moment, the collision and handover of the two weapons turned into a black curtain. A chase with black smoke.

Visible to the naked eye, the shady scene sweeping across the entire western district of the Romanian capital began to draw a line in the air, and the sky and the earth were separated, forming a three-dimensional black passage suspended in the air.

And the black smoke being chased at the end was transformed by Vlad III.

Extending, interspersed and handed over, until the end of the distance.

The space of Du Lin's Book of Ten Thousand Principles stayed in place abruptly, unable to take a step forward.

At a certain moment, the black mist re-condensed the figure of Vlad III. He was sweating profusely, and said with lingering fear: "It seems to have gotten rid of it?"

Du Lin: "..."

Vlad III seemed to have seen Du Lin's face-changing expression in an instant, and said lightly: "Chiron, the centaur sage in Greek mythology, has already been hit once, and the dragon-slaying hero has also been hit once, and it is impossible to achieve the effect a third time." It's possible."

After a pause, Vlad III continued: "Your attack must be a kind of characteristic enhancement enchantment. If I enter your dark enchantment, the attack power will be reduced by the enchantment. Your attack It can be increased several times. It can indeed be called a great enchantment, but—the fatal thing is that as long as you get rid of it, it is useless. Am I right?"

He mercilessly exposed the truth about Durin.

Du Lin listened to the other party's words, with dangerous eyes in his eyes: "It's really an interesting speculation."

He was able to discover the truth about Chiron and Siegfried's deaths without being perceived by himself, and sure enough... the truth that Chiron said was completely approaching with the black mist above his head.

Du Lin didn't feel panicked at all. What he was thinking about now was how to prevent the connection between the black mist and Vlad III.

If his assumption is correct, Vlad III... I'm afraid it's another BOSS who borrowed the luck of the sky, that is, the BOSS who is essentially a scumbag character and has become a few ranks higher through the battle.