Chapter 007: Dead River

Knights of Wallazia!

Knights of Wallazia!

Even Kailar couldn't help but widen his eyes as he looked at the knight who appeared in front of him, stabbing with a spear. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was very familiar with these lightly armored knights, and the Knights of the Round Table had faced the Knights of the Round Table countless times, the best knights in Rome, the Knights of Wallazia led by Dracula, no matter how many times they fought with the Knights of the Round Table, they were able to maintain intact physical strength, spirit, fighting will and combat effectiveness.

Even in that era, it was an absolutely unrivaled top cavalry.

But now, they are bathed in blood, as if they have come out of hell, like the cavalry of hell.

"They...... Did you eat it, Dracula. Khalar stepped forward, rushed forward, and then, from top to bottom, with his horses and men, cut off their necks.

The advantage of the two-handed cross sword is here, although the length of the blade of the dual-wielding two-handed cross sword is only about one meter two, one meter three, but with the length of Kailar's arm, it is enough to split a sword to a position of more than two meters, and this position can easily dodge the spear, and then split the opponent's head.

Even so, the second rider followed suit and stabbed Kyllar in the head.

Kaylal parried, then slashed his spear at his opponent's hands, the tip of his sword slashing across his throat.

If it were an ordinary warrior, he would have died, but after the mistake, his severed throat healed, his severed hands were restored, and even the spear was clotted with blood again.

Kailar didn't care about him, because the third rider had already arrived, followed by the fourth, and then the fifth.

Even with Kailar's physique and skill, it was extremely difficult to deal with this kind of cavalry, which was somewhere between heavy cavalry and light cavalry, and they rode the best horses.

And the others don't talk about it.

The weaker, the ones that were scattered, were bitten to death, caught, and turned into new Dead Apostles directly in the first wave of the Dead Apostle attack, while the Nazis, the Crusaders, who were in formation, were surrounded by a large number of Dead Apostles, and the periphery was the weakest, the Dead Apostles who could be killed with one shot, then the ordinary soldiers, then the elite soldiers, and then the most elite cavalry.

The terrible numbers made the so-called numerical superiority of the Nazis, the crusaders, a joke in an instant.

Kaylar fights in the dead river of blood, tireless, man of the red dragon, in the fighter.

"Beautiful, so beautiful! Humans, sure enough, sure enough, sure enough, Sure enough, Kailar, you bastard, sure enough, sure enough, sage, you bastard, sure enough, sure enough, the only guy who can kill me!

"That's right, that's right, that's it, that's it, just like two thousand two hundred and fifty years ago, slay my army with a long sword, pierce my chest with a silver spike, seal my body with a gloomy wooden coffin, that's it, that's it, kill me completely! kill me!

He was dismissive of the rest of the world, the Nazis, the crusaders, who were soon part of the river of blood and death, and no longer separated from each other.

Only that man, the man who struggled in the midst of the army, in the sea of blood and the dead river, the silver-haired man who slashed the army, could make the mad count shine.

In the sky, it rained Bible, and the burning Bible swept like a storm over the dead river of blood.

"AAAAAAAmen!!! "A priest with glasses, a priest with short blond hair, a priest with a cross on his chest, a priest with a sword in his hand, a priest who shouts Amen in his mouth, descends from the sky."

The great power was originally a dual-wielding sword, but for the sake of a single blow, he grabbed a sword with both hands and fell from the sky, viciously pounced on Alcatel, pounced on the bloody earl, pounced on the Roman knight commander, pounced on the piercing duke, and pounced on the vampire ancestor.

A long streak of blood slashed across the face of the man in red, but the man in red was worthy of being the chief knight who had fought with Kailar for many years in ancient times, and he instantly drew his long sword, and then blocked this sword.

Father Andrewson was about to roar, just a little bit to break it, a little bit to the end of the battle, just a little bit to kill Alcatel!!

Only then did the man in red remember that there was another enemy here that he was worthy of his admiration and treated solemnly.

"It's a good day...... Andrewson. Blood flared up on his body, and after it swept away, the young and elegant man in red, with slightly curly hair, was gone.

Instead, a fair-skinned man with furious hair draped over his head, heavy armor, and a small beard appeared in front of Father Andrewson.

"The long-lost sage, the strongest priest, ah, ah, ah, it makes me tremble from body to soul. The pale-skinned man said in an aria.

He clutched a long sword in his hand, matching his figure of 1.8 meters close to 1.9 meters, burly and strong, not far behind Father Andrewson, who was more than two meters tall.

"Today is a good day...... he said emphatically.

"yes, it's a good day!! "Two swords suddenly appeared in Father Andrew's hand, combined, intersected, sparks grazed out from the place where they intersected, and a cross appeared on Father Andrewson's sword.

"A good day to kill the vampire progenitor, kill Alcatel, kill HELLSING!"

The bearded man in the armor opened his eyes wide and laughed, "If you can do it, come here!!"

"The Thirteen Sections of the Papal Chamber, Judas of Iscariot, Andrewson!!!" he roared and began the assault.

Countless Dead Apostles appeared in front of Alcatel, surrounding Father Andrewson.

"Sa, Sa, Sa, what to do next!Father!What to do next!Father!!"

Standing at the end, the man who seemed to be commanding thousands of troops laughed and watched coldly, waiting for the priest's next move.

"Ah......hhh

But this doesn't mean anything, Kailar knows it in his heart, the priest knows it in his heart, and Alcatel knows it in his heart, how many people he has killed and how many lives he has absorbed over thousands of years from ancient times to the present, and now even he himself has blurred this single-digit killing, for him, there is no meaning!