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Chapter 326: The River of the Dead, the Song of Hell!

For a moment, the hearts of both living people and vampires couldn't help but beat rapidly, almost bursting under that sheer malice and evil. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

They were about to scream in this unwarranted fear.

With a smile of anticipation, blood-stained robes emerged from the thick fog, like a demon king descending from the sky, falling between the Crusaders and the 'Last Brigade' array.

Dressed in scarlet clothes and with a handsome face full of anticipation and a frantic smile, the prince of Maceraton, the king of vampires, the Count of Dracula, has descended from the sky and reigned on the battlefield!

With an aura that is even more frenzied and terrifying than a monster, the king of monsters who fell from the sky stood between the two armies, and a tyrannical madness lurked in a gentle smile.

Above the glove in his right hand, a scarlet pentagram twinkles, around which are written the words in English and German: "hellsgatearrested, gottmituns, andshineheavennow." ）”

The glittering pages of the Bible descended with the wind, and between the fluttering pages, Alexander Andrewson, the crusader of the Vatican's thirteen branches, stepped out of it.

A black figure fell from the airship in the sky, and with a murderous aura, the nameless werewolf captain landed on the ground.

And at this moment, the wrecked car rushed into the very center of the battlefield with a roaring sound.

The car, which had been raining bullets and bullets, had finally collapsed and stopped not far away, making a hoarse sound.

In the midst of the loud bang, the crumbling door was violently kicked open, and a smiling man stepped out of it with a short knife.

"First meeting, Werewolf Lieutenant. First meeting, Father Andrewson ......"

Bai Shuo greeted without any emotion, and finally focused his gaze on the last person, chuckling: "Meet again, King of Monsters." ”

At this moment, the last remnants of the Third Reich, the Ninth Airmobile Crusader, the King of Monsters of Hellsing, and the comers who did not belong to this world at all finally stood face to face.

The major, who was looking down on the battlefield from above the airship, smiled: "The vampire panzergrenadier regiment, the last brigade, the remnants, the remnants of the troops, five hundred." ”

"Roman Catholic Vatican Papal Chamber, Ninth Airmobile Crusader, remnants, two thousand eight hundred and seventy-five."

"British Empire, Imperial Knights of the Church, remnants of the army, seventy-three."

"Nameless intruder, an emperor-like monster, one."

Blown by a blazing wind, his glasses reflected the burning London: "So all the actors are on stage." ”

And on the battlefield at this moment, there is a frightening dead silence.

In the silence, the king of monsters, Alcador, suddenly shouted: "O my master, Otgula van Helsing! ”

With great anticipatory joy, he shouted, "Give the order." ”

Guarded by the remnants of the mercenary army, Intergula, who overlooked the battlefield from a distance, turned cold and shouted, "Dye the white-clothed army red with silver spears!" Dye the Blackmen Red with the Spear of Black Iron! Dye all your enemies bright red! (Here, the white coat refers to the crusaders, and the black coat refers to the vampire troops, referring to the color of the flag.) ）

"Kill the enemy! Annihilate them! Don't let them leave the island alive! ”

After a brief pause, the final order was issued: "Blockade Domination Zero, open!" ”

"Come back! Transform into tens of millions and return! ”

At Intergula's orders, Bai Shuo set his sights on Alcatel. He knew that the songs of hell would begin to sound and the river of death would begin to flow on this battlefield!

"Understood! My master......

In front of the two armies, Alcado sucked in the bloody air, surging malevolent magic spreading from his body.

“…… The bird of Hermes is my name...... Devour your own wings to control my heart! ”

A spell from the Plain Scroll rang out from the land of London that had been reduced to death.

This is the chain set by Abraham Van Helsing, the first alchemist to make a pact with Alcator, to bind and command the vampire king.

The spells handed down from the world's oldest alchemical texts constitute the final restraint and restraint of the vampire king.

Now, after fifty years, the forbidden spell is sounding again, and it is the song of hell.

As the incantation was chanted, everyone sensed the unstoppable fear coming, and they shot furiously and attacked Alcardo.

However, Bai Shuo suppressed the foreboding in his heart, as well as the urge to kill, and quickly retreated to the rear.

Once the river of death began, there was no pause, and he had to withdraw from the area of influence of this forbidden spell.

In the midst of the utter chaos, no one could notice their presence.

This is the best chance, the best chance to take the life of the Major!

He hurried forward in the shadows of the ruins, looking up at the airship hovering in the sky.

The bitter killing intent was unrestrained and invested on the man who was intoxicated with the rhythm of war.

The next music is no longer played for you, with your disgusting **......

Go to hell!

In the depths of the frenzied crowd, both humans and monsters are firing wildly, towards the king of monsters in the center.

In an instant, Alcatel's body shattered in the midst of countless bullets, turning into a mist of blood. The blood mist swelled like a living thing, as if a living thing was wriggling in it, engulfing all the bullets like a black hole.

The chanting did not stop, and the notes of the end sounded from the depths of the blood mist:

“…… Destroy everything! ”

At that moment, it was as if the embankment that had stood for thousands of years had collapsed, and the endless river of hell gushed out from the depths of the blood mist, which was a monstrous blood wave!

Endless blood spurted out of Alcatel's body, and instantly rose into the sky, and the wriggling blood spread to all sides like a living thing, instantly engulfing the crowd that was firing wildly.

The screaming crowd vanished, swallowed up by the scarlet river......

In the sound of the waves, the river screamed and erupted with the blood of countless people.

It is spreading, spreading at a rate unimaginable to humans.

It was as if the spring had turned into a river, and the endless river of blood spread and spread like a tidal wave, wriggling like a living thing, and the struggling bodies of countless people emerged from it.

The living devoured by Alcatel have re-emerged from the river of death, whether it is the Sultan's personal guard hundreds of years ago, the Iron Pot Army, or the mutilated corpses, and even the Warakia Gong** who rides a monstrous giant horse and gallops through the river of blood**!

This monster ...... Even the retainers, the army, and even the people who originally belonged to him have all been devoured!

Unleash a river of death made of blood by himself - after plundering the blood of countless people, Alcatel sealed their lives in his own body, turning them into monsters that cannot be killed no matter how many times they kill!

Blood is the currency of the soul, the currency of life.

By plundering blood, life, and soul, he turned the enemies who died at his hands into his own puppets, his own army.

One person unleashes millions, tens of millions of rivers of death......

This is the true king of monsters, the trump card of the Imperial Anglican Knights, who has long since become a common title with the demons - Dracula!

In the spreading river of blood, countless armies and civilians have come out of it, devouring everything that is alive, and pulling everything into the river of death.

Whether it's the elite warriors with guns in hand or the knights charging on giant horses, there is rancid and scarlet blood left on their bodies.

If the appearance of the last brigade, the Airmobile Crusaders, turned London to hell, then Alcatel will be ...... when he loses all his restraints Engulf all of London!

At Bai Shuo's feet, infinite blood was surging and spreading, and blood water like living creatures wriggled upwards along the walls.

They are drawn to the breath of every life, to pull anything that is still alive into this river of hell.

In the first moment, the array of crusaders was overwhelmed, and endless monsters devoured the screaming fanatics, and even the vampire legions that had long since turned into monsters were swallowed up by the endless crowd.

When the number of enemies rises to a certain number in an instant, the war will change from fighting to torture and slaughter, and finally to completely crushing, devouring, and plundering.

With a ** that seemed to drag the whole world into hell, Alcatel reverted to the way it was hundreds of years ago, laughing happily in the center of the boundless sea of blood.

Behind him, the dead cavalrymen lined up in silent formation, rushing out of either side of the Alcatel and charging into the battlefield to the sound of his joyful laughter.

"Come on! Devour like it did hundreds of years ago, devour it like it did decades ago, and drag everything into the river of hell like it is now! ”

Amid the screaming and running of countless people, Alcatel sucked the air full of fear with nostalgia, waiting for the enemy to come forward.

When the River of Death appears, the end is predestined, all living creatures will be swallowed up by the River of the Dead, and their screams will become songs that echo in hell.

Now Alcatel has released all the dead from the body, and reigns on the battlefield of death with an unrivaled posture; But it is also now that he has only one life of his own.

Whoever kills him at this time will end the life of the King of Monsters.

Not caring about that, Alcatel was expecting someone to stand in front of him and fight him.

Whether it's a stubborn person who is covered in bruises but still refuses to give up, or an intact army, or the strongest person who rushes in front of him with a strong attitude, it's anyone!

He looked forward to someone coming to him, filling a little with hunger and emptiness that even the Dead River that engulfed London could not be satisfied.

Even if he only has his own life left, he will be the strongest!

At the very top of the ruins, Bai Shuo's gaze crossed the rushing river of death and settled on Alcatel's body.

I don't know why, but suddenly a feeling of compassion emerged from my heart.

"Even so much blood can't fill his despair, and he can only desire to kill to forget the emptiness in his heart. It is not the pursuit of battle, but the wail of death, which has swallowed up the despair of countless people, but there is always nothing.

After the castle, the people, the people who miss him, and his own heart have all been lost, he goes on numbly in order to let himself be completely consumed in the battle......

Turning into a monster is such a painful thing. ”