The red and black castle was fleeting, and in the ruined vampire city, Vlad III was pierced through, countless spears piercing his knees, elbows, and chests.

If it weren't for the vampire's durability, I'm afraid it wouldn't have disappeared on the spot.

He is now like a crucifix on the cross, and his whole body is hanging in the air with spears.

"Unclean, this is the end that is worthy of you."

Watching his crazy self constantly lying down with blood, Vlad III of the Lancer made a disdainful sound.

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Rika Fujimaru.

It was a breathtaking brilliance that made her involuntarily take half a step back.

Matthew immediately held his shield in front of her, and Jin Shi also picked up his axe, looking like he was about to rush forward.

Fujimaru Rika settled down, stretched out her hand to push the two away, walked to the front, and glared back at each other without fear.

"You...... Aren't you afraid of me? ”

"I ...... Of course I'm scared ......"

Fujimaru Rika originally wanted to do it, but her voice was still shaking. People are always like this, and they can't help but think about the "what if" situation. For example, when I walk on a suspension bridge and look down, I can't help but think about what if I fall, and my legs go limp in fright.

Fujimaru Rika is the same, thinking: If I am also pierced by his spear through my hands and feet, how painful it is, there is no need to lose too much blood, and it hurts to death directly.

When I was scared, my knees were naturally trembling, and my voice was trembling.

"But how scared I am! My servants are fighting! Then I, as the Master, must stand in front and witness his battle! That's my fight! ”

Fujimaru Rika raised her right hand, and the three crimson lines on it outlined a beautiful pattern, which matched her fair skin.

"Vlad III! My servant! Don't lose here! ”

The girl's shout was accompanied by a crimson magic that glowed with a beautiful red glow.

Like a moon of blood sinking to the surface of the earth.

"Hmph, are you actually cheering for the evil demons! Shouldn't the so-called Chaldea be the savior? ”

"I don't care about that kind of thing! My Vlad Qing will never lose to anyone else! ”

The girl said the words of subjective consciousness without logic.

The low blonde hair of the man who was stuck in the air was glued by blood, scattered piece by piece, and he could vaguely see a smile on his pale face.

"yes...... Yu won't lose to anyone...... Because...... Yu Ke [Vlad III]! If it is desired by its subjects, the king should offer victory to it!! Son of the Dragon - also a dragon! I would like to dedicate my blood-stained life!! Blood-stained King Ghost!! （Kazikli-Bey）！ ”

Rolling to the ground, the bright red that joined the countless pools of dark red blood instantly surged into sharp shapes, and the sharp edges and corners snapped into each other, turning into a deep black.

In the pool of blood with intertwined canine teeth, countless blood fangs bit towards Lancer Vlad III!

However, beside the other party, countless spears had been lined up in a cylindrical shape, like a fence, enveloping him, and he had planned an absolute defensive place that would not be injured.

The blood stake nails emitted by Vlad III were all intercepted by the enemy's spears!

From the blade of the spear there was a thick curse, a curse called the curse of faith, a curse that condemned all evil things.

The same is true of the blood pile that Vlad released on time, the evil thoughts are cut off, and it is just ordinary blood.

However, Vlad III did not expect his Noble Phantasm to take effect at first.

As long as it can get blood on all sides.

Vampires, born of blood.

As long as ordinary blood is splashed into that absolute gun defense circle, it will be fine.

Vlad III was reborn in blood, his pitch-black figure, holding up sharp claw thorns, like a monster, and tore his claws at the armor and cloak behind the opponent's back.

"Yu will be convicted!"

Unexpectedly, this time, Vlad III of the lancer did not wave the spear, but also raised his palm, and the sharp edges and corners of the iron gauntlet and the sharp structure of the fingers were deliberately made, making his palm look more terrifying than the vampire's claw thorns.

At the end of the battle between the fanatic in blue-gray armor and the vampire in black, both abandon their weapons and rely on their claws to fight each other!

The vampire's claw blade, each blow broke and tore apart the opponent's iron armor, watching as blood spurted out of it and splashed onto the claws.

The palms of the fanatics beat each other with all their might, tearing apart the flesh of the right person with each blow, and there was blood and skin everywhere between the fingernails and the gaps in the gauntlets.

The attacks of both men are extremely fast, with all their might, and the dazzling attacks accompanied by flying blood are a model of violent aesthetics no matter how you look at it.

These two people...... It's impossible to tell which one is the monster anymore.

In fact, there is no need to be so clear.

Both of them, both vampires Dracula.

Both of them are also Vlad III, the son of the dragon.

Both of them are lords who have come to an end for the sake of their faith.

Two people are each other.

Since, one of them is crazy, then, the other side does not make sense.

This is Vlad III.

The Last ...... of Crazy Fights

Vlad III ran through Vlad III's chest.

The sharp vampire's claws closed together like an awl, piercing the opponent's chest.

Similarly, Vlad III penetrated Vlad III's lower abdomen.

The heavy iron fist of the fanatic penetrated countless small openings on the opponent's body, and his arms were forced, tearing the opponent in half!

"Vlad !!"

Fujimaru Rika was in a hurry, and was about to rush out, when the little girl in the black cloak next to her sped first, and her figure was like a rapid crow, catching the half of Vlad III's body in mid-air, and suddenly fell back flexibly.

She lifted her head and lifted half of Vlad III's body, her eyes blazing.

Probably longing for Fujimaru Rika to praise her with her eyes, right?

But now that Fujimaru Rika is in that mood?

"Is that the end of it...... Hum...... Master...... It's up to you next. ”

Without giving Rika Fujimaru time to react, Vlad III's half-body turned into golden particles and disappeared.

The Chaldean detection system confirmed that Vlad III's spiritual base was forcibly recalled to Chaldea.

This is just like his style, he doesn't talk much, and he doesn't like this kind of fleshy parting, and after explaining the aftermath, he disappears on the spot.

On the other side, Vlad III was the same.

A huge hole had been pierced through the iron armor, and blood was gushing from it.

"Hmph, that guy...... Finally...... Is it time for Yu to dedicate himself? ”

His figure was fading, turning into golden particles.

"Chaldean. Now that you've won...... Yu will reciprocate accordingly: listen. In this peculiarity, there is only one person who is truly good. Only one person is a true demon slayer. There is only one, the real Demon King. Everything else doesn't matter. In this false world, only these three are true. Go find it! However, be sure to be quick. ”

After Vlad III finished speaking, half of his body disappeared, leaving only a burrly head.

His eyes were calm and serene, and he looked at the sky as if gazing at the gift of God.

As he disappeared, the whole castle rumbled and trembled, and the masonry fell, obviously, about to collapse!!