I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

Du Lin raised the big sword with both hands, condensed his own magic power and slashed forward: "Fantasy Great Sword, Heavenly Demon Lost Fall!"

"Hmph, did you become angry after seeing part of your truth?" Vlad III sneered displeasedly.

"Next, the Impaler!"

Du Lin yelled, instantly making Vlad III's expression extremely ugly again.

"You should understand each other...Young man! The panic when your flaws were seen through, you should also know the result of my reluctance to contact." Vlad III took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

"Isn't that true?"

"Goo!" Vlad III's face was swollen with veins.

When he arrived in another world, he was forcibly turned into this unchangeable and filthy vampire race before he had made any choice, so who could he go to justify?

All his experiences during his lifetime were interspersed with the experience of this 'vampire' that shouldn't exist at all. The stigma is like the abomination of a catastrophe, directly sprinkled on his body and cannot be washed away.

"Death!" Vlad III couldn't help shouting sharply, the spears in his hands hovered and gathered, condensing the scarlet magic power of blood transformation, and launched it towards the true ether that swept forward in an instant.

In front of the gun, a long blood spear extended and collided with the azure blue fantasy sword in mid-air.

boom!

One red and one azure blue, the red blood mist sprinkled on the east side of the town, smearing a street half bloody.The blue aether floated in the western sky, flickering and disappearing in the night for a few seconds.

"This power does not belong to Dracula." Du Lin mocked.

Vlad III stared at the opposite side without a word, and said nothing in his cold eyes: "..."

Can't admit it, and he doesn't want to admit it!

But if that's the case--

As long as he agrees to the promised deal, it doesn't matter even if he uses it.

Besides, it is now in the name of Dracula that the world is being invaded.

"When the new world comes, I will help you get rid of the stigma in history. Erase the name of Dracula from the root." - You can still hear the other party's imperceptible traces of existence, as if from A psychedelic sound from a world.

That's right, everything is that simple, just spread the transformation of blood to the world...

For the time being, just act with this dirty and filthy body.

Just wait for everything to end, when this world is completely returned to the blood domain, the name of the Impaler will not be connected with Dracula.

Everyone will only know Dracula, and the Impaler will be nothing in this world!

At the bottom of his heart, whispers belonging to the devil were constantly disintegrating the will of Vlad III on the other side. Vlad III covered his head with one hand, his eyes trembled, and he held a spear in one hand.

With the threat that has arrived at an unknown time, the Holy Sword, which is already close at hand, sweeps forward.

"Drink!" The King of Knights kicked and jumped in mid-air, cutting across with one blow.

Vlad III came back to his senses, and the spear instinctively blocked the front.

There was a clang, and a cloud of sparks burst out in the air.

"Good opportunity!" Not far away, a bright red figure danced, holding the primordial fire in his hand and slashing down.

Vlad III subconsciously evaded to the left, and on the left side behind him, he saw a figure holding a big sword galloping towards him in an instant.

While he was in a daze, the strangulation of the Trinity swept across and left him with no way out.

"What..." Vlad III's astonished voice froze at this moment, and a holy sword flashed before his eyes.

Chi!

A horizontal slash of the holy sword cut through the waist of Vlad III's sleeve robe, and the blood burst into a cloud of blood mist in the sky, and then Vlad III's upper body and lower body were separated into two halves.

puff--!

Pulling the sword back, the bloody holy sword dripped with blood.

The King of Knights, Nero, and Durin took their seats one after another.

The King of Knights took a deep breath: "Although I don't know what Vlad III was thinking at the end, it's good to solve it like this."

On Nero's small face, he said incredulously, "Is that how it was done?"

Du Lin was also puzzled for a while, at least he didn't believe that Vlad III left a hole because of his ecstasy and was cut twice by himself, especially the final boss of this map.

No, it doesn't matter what the result is, since the enemy has already revealed this flaw——

Out of the consideration of the "deceived corpse" of the memory fragments in his mind, Durin looked at the lower body of Vlad III who fell in front of him, and immediately raised the holy sword Balmonk and slashed mercilessly.

Chi-!

Taking the middle of Vlad III's leg as the dividing point, the lower body was divided into two by Durin.

Nero and the King of Knights in place looked at the blood splashing again, and looked at him with a slightly puzzled face: "What are you doing?"

Du Lin responded: "Prevent corpse fraud! You know about vampires."

Nero nodded after understanding.

The King of Knights was slightly dissatisfied with Durin's blasphemy of the dead.But thinking of Bedivere before, he didn't say much.

Du Lin chopped off Vlad III's lower body, and then immediately fell with his sword without hesitation at the remaining face of shock on Vlad III's upper body.