"As a human being, I admire him for such feats. Vlad III said slowly, his eyes glowing with a cold red glow, the same color as the bright red corpse mountain and sea of blood in front of him, "But Bad Nongqing, no matter how strong Leonidas is, he is just a human being, and as a blood clan, whether it is strength or wisdom, we should be above him!"

"A human can hold the Hot Springs Pass for three days and kill 20,000 enemies, as a human being, to make a feat, at least we should destroy all the enemies in front of us, whether the other party is a blood or a human!" Vlad III said coldly, and at the same time turned around and swung his sword, the blue light of the kiss of the goddess of radiance flashed, and the Ottoman cavalry riding on his horse was instantly cut off.

The upper body of the cavalryman fell to the ground, and internal organs spilled from the abdominal cavity, staining the ground under his feet red...... The war horse continued to charge with the lower body of its master, and even though he noticed the sudden decrease in the weight on his back, the beast still did not stop his steps, not that he couldn't, but that he didn't dare.

Although it is an alchemy weapon of the blood clan, it is still sharp and terrible when used to kill humans, and the masterpiece of the alchemy master of the ancient country of the East will not even be stained with blood when it is killed, and ordinary weapons will be cut off directly when it encounters it.

Although there was no blood on the blade, Vlad III still habitually shook it, and the silver blade instantly emitted a clear hum: "Bad Nongqing, remember my words, we can never inherit history, we only have one thing to do, and that is to create history." ”

The men of the Order had already begun to start a white-knuckle battle with the Ottoman cavalry, in this dense jungle, the advantage of the cavalry was actually not great, coupled with the absolute difference in physical strength, this green jungle was gradually soaked in blood.

How many attacks were launched? No one can remember whether it was Old Jack or Vlad III, standing under the sky with red blood pupils. The only difference is that Old Jack is always hiding in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike, while Vlad III stands on the bloodstained battlefield, fighting every moment......

His originally slender and flowing silver hair had long been dyed red by the endless blood, but that kind of dragon-like momentum was not affected in the slightest, but was completely stimulated by the blood of the battlefield!

Swing the sword, swing the sword, swing the sword.

Everywhere the cyan sword light went, everything in its path was chopped to pieces, and since the soldiers under his command could not withstand the sunlight, Vlad III rushed to the forefront of the battlefield alone. The sun in the sky moved slowly, the corpses on the ground continued to increase, and after the Ottoman soldiers paid the price of countless lives, they finally understood that the bloody man in front of them was not something they could kill.

That's a real monster, a mad ghost crawling out of hell!

Vlad III was bathed in the blood of the Ottoman soldiers, only the saber in his hand remained in its original appearance, he lightly shook the blood that did not exist at all, and his cold gaze swept over the Ottoman soldiers around him.

The corpses had been piled up high at his feet because of the number of people he had killed, and Vlad III stood proudly on the top of the mountain of corpses, looking down on the terrified eyes.

"Monster, he's a monster......" I don't know when, the silver moon has quietly risen, the white moonlight shines through the shadow of Vlad III on the surrounding Ottoman soldiers, a kind of heartfelt fear mixed with a cold murderous aura wanders around these former warriors, they can't hold on.

Elsewhere in the jungle, blood-stained knight warriors stepped out of the shadows, and the ground around them was littered with dead corpses, squeezing blood from their clothes to drink. Although some people had suffered extremely severe injuries from previous battles, those wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye as the blood ingested.

The 500-strong Knights, except for a very small number of limbs that were cut off, the rest of the people remained intact in battle.

The day belongs to the human race, and the night is their home field!

The Ottoman warriors began to retreat. Humans are ridiculous creatures who like to bully more than few, but if the majority is still no match for the minority, the emotion called fear will be infinitely amplified by the crowd.

Now their fear comes from these unkillable enemies in front of them. About half of the Ottoman soldiers died in the day's charge and fighting, and the remaining half is now crumbling. The thirst for life and the fear of death made them scramble to flee, even the wails of their comrades falling to the ground could not stop them, and tens of thousands of soldiers pushed me back from the mountains like a tide of chaos, and Vlad III only said one word in the face of this situation.

"Kill. ”

With less than 500 men chasing more than 10,000 people, the Ottoman soldiers who died in the chaos far outnumbered the Knights, and by the time all the defeated soldiers had withdrawn from the valley full of death, there were only about 8,000 of the original 30,000 warriors left......

Vlad III drove them out of the valley and did not pursue them again, but stood silently at the mouth of the valley and watched as the men ran towards his camp, but they had no chance......

"A soldier who runs away has no value in surviving. "Old Jack rode on his horse, and with his right hand he drew his saber from his waist, "Allah", which was originally the name of a true god, powerful, intelligent, and unstoppable...... Although his saber does not have that kind of intelligence, it is not difficult to see from the intricate alchemy patterns on the blade that this knife is full of terrifying power!

When the Black Heron soldiers under his command heard this, they also drew their weapons one after another, and two thousand five hundred pairs of blood pupils lit up one after another, like bloodthirsty demons waking up from hell.

"Before the real fight, wash your weapons with the blood of the deserters!" Old Jack roared, his thin right hand raising his sword and rushing forward. Behind him, two thousand five hundred Bloods howled excitedly, following his pace.

"Hurry up, we'll be back at the camp in no time. The leading deserter looked at the distance from the camp and shouted excitedly that as long as they entered the camp, they would not have to face those monsters again.

Old Jack rode his horse closer and closer to the deserters, and watched his leader ride over to greet them, and the deserters sped up their run. Before the deserter at the head could shout "Sir", a black light flashed through his throat, and then Old Jack rushed to the deserter camp behind without slowing down.

Everything in front of it suddenly changed, something slammed into the ground, and the headless body still maintained the movement of escaping, but without the command of the brain, it could only fall to the ground softly, spraying a large amount of blood from the section of the neck......

The red-eyed monsters stepped over the corpse one by one, and the weapons in their hands waved, and the stumps and severed arms mixed with fresh blood fell from the sky. These deserters never dreamed that what they were waiting for was not the support of their comrades, but a one-sided bloody massacre!

Vlad III was able to defeat 30,000 imperial troops with only 500 men, and Jack, as the Prince of the Blood Clan, his 2,500 Blood Clan warriors raided 8,000 unsuspecting deserters, which was naturally an easy end.

The raid ended so quickly that some of the soldiers were dying without knowing what had happened. Their blood dripped from the weapons of the Black Heron warriors, and the strong smell of blood stimulated the ferocity of these killers even more!

Old Jack rode on his horse, and the black heron warriors behind him were neatly lined up after completing the massacre, and they slowly approached the valley where the blood had been fought during the day, Vlad III at the mouth of the valley carried a sword shining with cyan brilliance, and the cold blood pupils swept over the face of the black heron warrior one by one, and then fell on the front of the old Jack.

"Vlad Cepesi. Old Jack slowly lifted the handle of "Allah", the alchemy lines on the crescent-like blade gradually lit up like molten metal, the night wind blew in his face, lifted Old Jack's gorgeous black robe, he sat on horseback, and released the majesty of Prince Black Heron, "Are you standing here alone to offer your head?"

"How can you trample on my name, a mere vassal of mankind, and dare to say such a thing without shame, your brain has been watered with pig's blood. Vlad III said lightly. He did not release his coercion, after a day of bloody battles, his bloody murderous aura was already more terrifying to his opponents than coercion.

"I was going to cut off your head and return your body to Dracuri, but now it seems that my good intentions are just wishful thinking. Old Jack smiled on his horse, the wrinkles on his face twisted together, revealing a deep viciousness, "In that case, then I will have to cut off your head, chop your body into pulp, and throw it into the untouchable latrine, and stay with the maggots surging inside......"

"That's a good way to die. Vlad III agreed, "For a despicable bloodline like you, this way of dying complements your identity, don't worry, I will do exactly what you want, without a single discount." ”

Old Jack suddenly laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world: "Even your father, the Grand Duke of the Dragon, would not dare to say such a thing surrounded by thousands of people, very good, worthy of being a mongrel, unexpectedly very talented in funny places...... I'm a little reluctant to kill you. ”

The wind blew from behind Vlad III, curling his silver hair to the sides of his cheeks, and he slowly raised the kiss of the goddess of radiance, and then said indifferently: "I'm sorry, but on the contrary, I am willing to kill you." ”

The blue light of the kiss of the goddess of radiance flashed, and suddenly there was a creaking sound in the direction of the valley, this sound had brought countless calamities to the Ottoman warriors on today's battlefield, and even the old Jack, who was far away from the battlefield, was quite familiar with it.

"You don't think a few rocks can kill us, do you?" Old Jack thought it was a little funny, he could pick up stones that humans couldn't stop with his physical strength, not to mention that he also had good skills, even thousands of pounds of heavy blows couldn't do anything to him.

The whistling of heavy objects flying from a distance came quickly, and with his extremely keen eyesight, Old Jack could even catch the trajectory of each of them! Some of the Black Heron's team were ready to defend, and a grim smile appeared on Vlad III's face at the sight of this scene.

"I didn't say those were flying stones!"