Chapter 012 Plus Plus, Dracula

The empty boat, slowly exploding. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Wrapped around the vampire of Intergula, a direct descendant of Alcatel, Silas Victoria leaps out of the exploding airship with Intergula Van Helsing in his arms.

Then standing on the top of the hill, looking at the two men wielding their swords, each impact bringing a series of sparks, Silas looked at Intergula and asked, "Lord Intercula, I ......"

"No need to go. This is Alcatel's glory, this is his battle, this is his ......" Intergula slowly lost his words.

If she really ordered Silas to help Alcatel, not to mention whether he could win or not, Alcatel's pride itself did not allow Silas to meddle in his affairs.

What's more, this is a battle that he has been long-awaited for for more than a thousand years.

How happy he was! The smile on his face was not that crazy smile, not that crazy smile, not that irrational smile.

It's real joy!

He's really enjoying the fight, how many years, how many years hasn't he enjoyed it this way?!

Even if he is killed, he will be resurrected immediately, and then fight with Kailar again, and Alcatel who has lost his gun is only a sword-wielding fighter like a primitive human.

Of course, the more primitive thing is the hand, but at this time, fighting with Kailar with his hands is really killing himself, and Kailar can cut him into several pieces in an instant!

Killed, resurrected, and killed again.

The crisp sound of swords and halberds echoed through the empty London.

Intgula noticed that the figures around her were slowly becoming more numerous.

Those are the survivors who survived, and no matter how much London is destroyed, there will still be people who will survive.

And in such a large London, it is still impossible to really kill the people here, these people are the last people to survive.

London is huge, there are a lot of people living here, and what's even more terrifying is that they can't get out of it because the roads are full of traffic jams, and they can't drive away if they want to.

Then this place was the only place where there was a sound, and the rest of the people who burned and looted here were gone, and only this place remained.

The rest of the people, all of whom were self-defeating and self-abandoning, slowly gathered and came to the vicinity of here, looking at the two people in the scene, with a confused and strange expression on their faces.

Intergula silently lit herself a cigar, a scene she hadn't expected, and the fat major hadn't thought about.

It has completely become a battlefield, a stage, a gladiatorial arena for these two men.

There is only one person for the two to live.

She believed that the man was definitely Dracula.

But both people on the scene know that it's not absolute.

The two of them actually have nothing to do with who kills whom.

The two of them are already completely fighting for their will.

Ordinary slashes are too lazy to dodge or block, use hand armor and cuirass to block them, simple minor injuries are meaningless, whether it is Kailar or Alcatel, it will heal in an instant.

Now there is only one thing for the two to compete, willpower, kill him, kill him, kill him.

Compared to the bystanders.

The two people in the center of the battlefield no longer knew how many swords they had slashed, nor how many times they had killed or been killed, and as for how long they had been fighting, the two of them had no change of concept.

But Silas and Intergula were dumbfounded and watched as they waved and fought, from the first rays of the morning sun to the last rays of the evening sun, the two fought for a whole day, and then, another night.

When the British army entered and dispersed the refugees, the next morning, the first rays of sunshine.

When Kaylar's longsword stabbed Alcatel in the chest.

Both of them suddenly stopped moving.

"Is it over? Who won?" Intergula swallowed his saliva and looked at the scene, although there was no doubt that Alcatel had lost from the scene, but Alcatel was a monster that could not be taken lightly, such a day and night battle, even if the other party was exhausted to death, Intercula was not surprised.

"Hehehehe...... Alcatel cracked his mouth and laughed, and then quickly turned into a rampant laugh: "Hey, hey, hey...... Hahahaha......"

He laughed very loudly, but Intergula began to feel bad feelings in his heart.

"Well done, sage. He slowly let go of the sword in his hand, letting it fall to the ground and plunge into the ground, and he slowly brushed the sword that had been inserted into his body.

Slowly, he suppressed his laughter and looked at Kiral with deep eyes.

"Sure enough...... Are you the only one who can kill me, who can send me on my last journey......" He smiled, gentle, gentle, peaceful, just like the beloved Legion Commander thousands of years ago.

"That's right, the only one who can kill you is me, my old enemy. Slowly, little by little, Kiral pulled the sword out of his chest.

"That's right, you're the only one who can kill me, O sage of Camelot......" Alcat's hair covered his face, and he smiled softly, with a relaxed expression on his face, and gently took two steps back.

"Master!!" Silas Victoria suddenly turned into a bloody light and came to Alcatel's side and supported him.

"By the way, and you, my servant. ”

"Sage, I have a request. He jerked his head up, looked at Kiral, and said.

"I see. Kailar didn't even need him to say anything, he already knew, he nodded lightly: "I won't kill her, I will take good care of her, don't worry." ”

"Yes, if it's you, then I don't have any big regrets...... Silas, Silas Victoria, I command you never to resist him in the future, never to attack him. "As her superior vampire, he must not resist such orders.

"Hmm......" Silas froze for a moment, but then lowered his head, "Yes." ”

"Alcatel, I won't let you die! it's an order!!" shouted Intgula as she stumbled down the hill.

"I'm sorry, Earl, this time, I'm going to disobey......"

His eyes slowly blurred, and he chuckled softly as he looked at Intergula van Helsing, who was getting closer and closer.

"What a good woman......"

His body slowly dried up, turned gray, and then, like a stone statue corroded by the river of time, slowly turned into dust, and when it was blown by the wind, it gently passed away with the wind......