The sound of the chain moving came from near the city gate, and the seriously injured Lancelot simply treated the wounds on his body, and then slowly lowered the iron fence that had been prepared at the gate. Although this thing can't stop the onslaught of so many people, as long as you stop these bastards a little more, you can make more vampires come to the end of their lives in the heat......

"Bastard......" Edward, the Black Prince, said with a burning world in his blood pupils, and cursed viciously. His shoes were already glued to the sticky Greek fire, and the flames were spreading down the fabric, "Damn it, get out of the way!"

Edward, the Black Prince, suddenly let out a loud cry, and then swung his twin swords at the surrounding vampires, and under the sharp blade of the Kiss of the Goddess of Victory and the Undefeated Will, the surrounding vampires were cut into fragments.

Blood poured out of the corpses, and before they were dried by the heat of the fire, Edward, the Black Prince, dipped his feet into the corpses and used the blood to extinguish the flames on his body. After extinguishing the flames on his body, he attacked the vampires in the fire again, but this time he was going to pave the way to the gate with the corpses of his men.

"Die...... Die...... Die...... Die!" Edward, the Black Prince, roared, his twin swords swinging like the wind. The sword wind cut through the scorching air, swinging through the flames, and one vampire after another fell in the flowing flames, and before their bodies were covered in flames, Edward the Black Prince stepped on their corpses and jumped, and soon came to the front of the iron fence.

"You scumbags, you really think that you can take the rest of your life in this way, it's stupid hahahaha......" After cutting through the iron fence, Edward the Black Prince laughed with a mocking smile on his face. The wind at the doorway ruffled his long hair, and he walked out against the wind with his sword, not caring for the screams of the fire.

Behind him, dozens of vampire soldiers came out one after another, but their bodies were more or less burned scars, and even the smell of barbecued meat wafted from them.

Although his face was smoked with black smoke marks, the Black Prince Edward was still full of arrogance, and glanced at the burning fire with hatred, and the Black Prince Edward shook his sword blade suddenly: "Let's go, withdraw the troops for the time being, and see how many castles can be burned!"

"The banquet has just begun, is the Black Prince leaving the table? "In the silver moonlight, a black figure slowly fell from the city gate, and the black cloak fluttered in the flow of the air, like the robe raised by the god of death.

He fell with a dozen ownerless heads, hideous-looking heads tumbling to the ground, the remaining blood sprinkling scars on the ground.

"Bastard, you still dare to appear in front of Yu, go to death!" After seeing the man in front of him clearly, the Black Prince Edward immediately waved his double swords and rushed over, the double swords crossed in front of him into a cross shape, and a faint light flowed in the center of the cross.

"The guests are really hot-tempered, but I'm more grumpy than you. Looking at the cross slash that was getting closer and closer to him, Vlad III said coldly. A dragon-like momentum rose from his body, rolling up the cloak that covered his entire body, and Vlad III's right hand swept through his waist, and the crescent-like black scimitar instantly fell into his hand.

"Feel the blow of the soul. Vlad III said, directly wielding his scimitar towards the intersection of the two swords, the great force flowed down the blade, and then exploded at the intersection of the swords!

In the violent roar, the Black Prince Edward was shocked and retreated, and his cross slash was directly disintegrated in Vlad III's attack, and it did not burst out with due power at all.

"How is this possible!" Edward, the Black Prince, was startled and furious, his hands jerked to stop the faint hum on his sword. Even the wolf-turned Tovir couldn't have cracked his attack so easily, but the man in black in front of him did, "Who the hell are you bastard?"

A faint sneer came from Vlad III's body, "It doesn't matter who I am, just remember one thing for you, I am the deepest nightmare of your life!"

Vlad III waved his cloak, and his burly body suddenly turned into a black shadow, and even in the moonlight, Allah's sword was only a hidden black shadow. He did not stimulate Allah's metal-refining nature, but only used it as an ordinary weapon, and even then, Edward the Black Prince had a great time resisting.

"Come on, let me see your god of war side!" Vlad III roared arrogantly as he opened the attack of Edward, the Black Prince, and Allah erupted in his hand with a piercing roar that shook the eardrums of those around him.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard......" Edward the Black Prince roared, dancing the weapons in his hands tightly, he could only fight Vlad III in this way, even so, severe pain came from his hands holding the sword, and his wrists were almost unable to support it.

"When you trampled on others, did you ever think that one day you would be trampled on like this, it's really sad, Mr. Patronus. A knife broke through the Black Prince Edward's defense, Vlad III directly punched the opponent's chest, and the sound of bones shattering was heard, and the Black Prince Edward's body suddenly flew upside down.

"What are you doing in a daze, kill him for Yu!" said Edward, the Black Prince, as he thrust his sword blade into the ground to stabilize his figure, and roared with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

The vampires who emerged from the castle howled and rushed towards Vlad III, but a blazing sword like the sun instantly engulfed their bodies, and in the fierce sword, these creatures who had managed to escape were crushed into ashes.

"Look for death. Vlad III snorted lightly, and then withdrew Allah, who had gradually returned to black, in front of him. The sword burst out completely, and the scorching wave of qi lifted the cloak covering his face a little, and two cold blood rays suddenly flashed from Vlad III's eyes.

He carried the knife step by step towards the wave of qi that had not yet dissipated, and the murderous aura surging around him was as piercing as ice. This movement attracted the attention of many vampires, who abandoned the siege and rushed towards the place where Vlad III was.

The clatter of blades came from the aftermath of the wave of air, mixed with the muffled sound of shattering bones. Suddenly, Edward, the Black Prince, screamed, and then the whole person rushed out of the aftermath in embarrassment. His right arm had been severed entirely, and there was red blood flowing from the section, and there were several deep dents in other parts of his body, obviously seriously injured.

"Stop him!" cried out Edward, the Black Prince, in pain, and fled desperately towards the army. Behind him, Vlad III, hidden in a cloak, held a knife in his right hand and the severed arm of the Black Prince Edward in his left hand.

In that severed arm, the kiss of the goddess of victory flowed with a silvery glow, and the sword body emitted a faint hum.

"It's been so many years that I've finally seen you again. Vlad III stroked the silver sword body of the Goddess of Victory's kiss and said emotionally. He ripped off Edward, the Black Prince, and threw it on the ground like garbage, then grasped the beautiful hilt of the Kiss of Victory.

A touch similar to the kiss of the goddess of radiance came from the hilt of the sword in her hand, with a faint sense of intimacy, like a daughter holding her father's hand.

Vlad III raised the kiss of the goddess of victory to his side and said lightly: "Although the drunken guy is no longer there, but your sister is still there, and when this matter is completely over, I will reunite you, so show your true strength, goddess of victory!"

As he spoke, Vlad III raised the sword in his hand above his head. A faint red light spread from the end of the sword body, and then gradually covered the silver sword body, the red light carried an ethereal beauty, like a flame wrapped around the sword body.

"Kill him and avenge the Black Prince!" hordes of vampire soldiers shouted and rushed towards Vlad III, the glow of their weapons even obscuring the moonlight!

"If you can do it, then come on. Vlad III sneered, and the cold murderous aura swept up the wind around him, "The red of killing that hasn't been seen in many years, enjoy it!"

The kiss of the goddess of victory moved, like a round dance of flames, and the murderous aura around it seemed to be ignited by this red light, like a tornado of flames. Vlad III stood in the center of the storm, wielding the sword in his hand wantonly, the murderous aura condensed to the extreme mixed with coercion, and the sound was like a wild dragon's roar!

The tornado collided with the crowd, bursting out with the remains of death. Fragments of weapons and vampire corpses intertwined and rained down from the sky, but not a single trace of blood leaked.

If you look closely, you can see that the wounds of the corpse cut by the kiss of the goddess of victory are glued together as if they had been burned, and it is precisely because of this that the blood remains in the corpse and does not flow out......

Vlad III collided with the vampire army, abandoning his defenses in a completely frenzied attack. In this amount of fighting, the cloak on his body was torn apart little by little, and there were also scars on his body, but these wounds did not stop him, but stimulated his killing intent even more.

One vampire after another was cut to pieces by the kiss of the goddess of victory and Allah, and a large number of vampires were faintly suppressed by Vlad III. At this moment, a terrifying wolf howl came from all directions of the city gate, and the heavily armored wolf that turned into a giant werewolf rode out its snowy giant claws and rushed towards the vampire's camp......

The clash of blood and blood spilled over the battlefield, both sides released their killing intent with their hideous blood pupils, the werewolf who was pierced through the neck struggled to crush the vampire's heart, and the vampire whose legs were cut off desperately stabbed the weapon into the werewolf's chest.

The originally silent rain of arrows erupted again, aiming directly at the fighting crowd. At the same time, a loud arrow shot into the sky with a long whistle, this is the signal to retreat!