I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 438 'New' Nightmare Space

The island nation's secret development of the 'demigod plane' is a top secret.

If possible, island governments would prefer to use the military and police; if that's not possible, they must at least control all personnel.

However, due to the capricious arrangements of a certain 'principal,' not only were all the students involved, but there was also a frustrating 'weekend' rule: since they couldn't object, a large number of people were dispatched to monitor, no, protect, the Bunkyo Ward and all the students participating in the experiment.

Other countries only vaguely knew that the island nation was making some big moves in secret, but the newly built Bunkyo Ward was already a key area for defense, not to mention it was the school where 'that person' was located!

No matter which country the superhumans are from, they dare not go to the 'Advanced Academy of Spellcasting' to spy on intelligence, after all, 'that person's' record is renowned.

In fact, many people are questioning whether 'that person' can still be considered a 'person'.
However, no one says such things out loud.

However, what no one knew or could imagine was that the newly developed 'demiplane' actually had another function:
Nightmare Space!

Not far from the 'Warring States Period',
Scattered throughout the chaotic mist are small towns.

There, scenes of 'Resident Evil,' 'Wasteland Apocalypse,' 'Crusaders,' and 'Witch Hunts' are unfolding.
One by one, the veterans of the Nightmare Space have fought their way from the simple dream world to the current 'demigod world', continuously providing someone with experience and experimental data.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Is this right here?"

An agent dressed in a black suit, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, and a righteous expression, looked up at the frozen medieval castle in front of him.

"Yes, there are a lot of extraordinary fluctuations inside."

"This is our target: the place where the Valerius family sealed Dracula!"

The black mercenary beside him answered, a crimson eye on his shoulder that darted around, taking in everything in the frozen castle before him.

"Mr. Mike, Captain Matthew, what are your plans?"

The third person was dressed in a Gypsy-style robe, with fair skin and a beautiful face. Her long red hair was braided and hung down in front of her chest. She had the typical features of a Celt and was none other than Fiona, the famous 'Priestess' of Nightmare Space.

The three Level 5 members of the 'Veteran Guild' gathered here to complete this space mission.

Slaying the Vampire Grand Duke: Count Dracula!
"No plan,"

Agent Mike shook his head.

“We’ve already taken care of three of his ‘vampire brides.’ Van Helsing, along with Frankenstein and Anna, are in hiding. Next—”

Naturally, the goal is to defeat Count Dracula, and then the mission is accomplished, allowing you to leave this 'mission space'.

According to legend, only werewolves can defeat vampires.

But the three top 'veterans' all have their own pride, so what is there to fear if they were to go head-to-head with a vampire in a castle?
"I'll go first,"

Matthew, the black mercenary captain, stepped forward.
He was not originally a member of the 'Nightmare Space', but rather gained extraordinary power on the battlefield of Mount Koya in the island nation.

Later, he was hired by the American commander and became part of his superhuman force, dealing with a bunch of veterans from the 'Nightmare Space' every day. If it were just dealing with them, that would be fine, but the eye on his shoulder has very strong farsightedness and X-ray vision.

One day, he accidentally "witnessed" a conversation between experienced lip readers. Combined with his diligent practice of lip-reading techniques to enhance his own abilities, the result was...
An unlucky veteran was penalized with a huge deduction of points for inadvertently 'revealing' the secret of the existence of the space;

Captain Matthew was 'captured' and taken into the space, becoming a veteran.

Congratulations! Congratulations!
For Matthew, this is actually a very good thing:

For him, it's all about fighting for money, no matter where he is; compared to ordinary powerful people, Nightmare Space is much more generous.

Captain Matthew raised his hand.
He slid his palm to the side, revealing a high-tech launch port in his wrist.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh,

Missiles flew from his wrist, trailing long flames, toward the frozen castle before him.

Wrist rocket!

The ability he obtained is called 'Robocop'.

It's not just about transforming his body into a machine; he's also equipped with a 'folding space' storage unit, allowing him to carry a large amount of ammunition, making him a true army in one person.

Of course, these 'technological enhancements' are essentially derived from the abilities of the 'Asura Path' among the Six Paths of Pain.

But as long as someone gives it a name, changes its form, and calls it high technology, what's wrong with that?
In any case, the scientists in America racked their brains but couldn't figure it out at all.

Just kidding. If the technology of a race with interstellar travel capabilities could be cracked so easily, then the Otsutsuki wouldn't stand a chance.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
After leaving Captain Matthew's wrist, these missiles immediately expanded to their normal size; given their sheer number, they were enough to reduce a modern building to rubble. Yet, upon landing on this frozen castle, they only created small, charred craters?
"Its sturdiness is beyond what is expected."

splash ...

This was enough to 'stir up trouble'.

Immediately, swarms of 'bats' poured out of the frozen castle!
These bats, about the size of a child, were exceptionally ugly, with bat wings on their backs. They were the 'descendants' that Count Dracula had been trying to leave behind for centuries.

The vampire offspring before them numbered in the thousands, swarming in droves, growing ever larger until they were like a 'flood' that completely obscured the three's vision, as if to engulf them instantly.

"Hey?"

"Even without Frankenstein's monster, could Dracula bring these descendants back to life?"

"He should be Anna's brother. As a powerful werewolf, his vitality is enough to keep these vampire 'offspring' active, but—"

The red-haired Fiona shook her head dismissively. What's the point of having more of them if they're just canine-level dogs?
"All flesh is like grass;"

The red-haired priest stepped forward, his eyes turning red, and a horizontal line appearing in his pupils.

Blood Dragon Eye!

"His glory is like the flowers of the grass: the grass will wither and the flowers will fade."

As she clenched her fists:
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang--

The next second, all the vampire offspring that pounced on them instantly swelled up in mid-air, exploded, and died!

Blood smeared everything, and all colors disappeared, leaving only one color—red! Everything turned into varying shades of red, like observing the world in the dark with an infrared night vision device.

A thick stench of blood instantly filled the air.
It's not just something you can perceive with your sense of smell anymore; it's as if blood is covering every inch of your skin and relentlessly drilling into your internal organs and bone marrow!
It's like being immersed in an endless ocean of blood.

This is not a description, but a fact.

Blood Realm!

"Bloodlines?"

Which family are you from?

"Rimour? Or Lesenba—"

Following the countless 'vampire offspring' who exploded and died, there was a group of handsome men and beautiful women dressed in gorgeous gowns: they were humans who had been turned into vampires by Count Dracula, and they were not ugly to begin with; coupled with so many years of 'pampered life', their aristocratic aura could not be concealed from the inside out.

"Sorry, I'm not from the Thirteen Clans."

With a single 'Blood Explosion', Fiona, codenamed 'Priestess', wiped out thousands of vampire offspring, her arms crossed.

"In your terms, we should be considered an 'inferior race'."

Having experienced numerous 'mission spaces', the priest, having enhanced her own power, was well aware that the legendary vampires were also divided into two major factions:

The first lineage originates from 'Cain': the eldest son of 'Adam' and 'Eve', who murdered his younger brother out of jealousy, and was thus cursed by Yahweh, becoming a vampire who is forever despised.

Later, Cain accepted thirteen disciples, a veiled reference to betrayal, and thus established thirteen vampire clans.

The other faction, of course, is the famous Count Dracula right before our eyes!

He was the Impaler, and he was also a Templar Knight. Because Dracula was away on campaign, he was manipulated by a villain, and his wife, believing he had died in battle, committed suicide. Upon his triumphant return, Dracula was heartbroken and hoped his wife's soul would enter heaven.

However, according to Yahweh's scriptures, those who commit suicide cannot go to heaven.

In despair, Dracula, spear in hand, stabbed the statue of Yahweh and drank its blood, becoming the source of another vampire. As for those who become vampires through other means, they are naturally the 'inferior race' despised by both factions.

"A mere 'inferior race' dares to come to the Earl's castle to die?"

These vampires, transformed by Dracula, were enraged. They opened their mouths to reveal fangs, their fingernails were sharp, and bat wings grew from their backs. They were all at least at the level of strong wolves!

Several of them, wielding rapiers and clad in armor, had reached the Tiger level.

As for the vast 'Blood Realm' magic...
Could it possibly influence them?

unfortunately,

They encountered some of the most senior members of the 'Nightmare Space'.

"Let me do it."

Former FBI agent Mike spoke up first.
Without him making any move, the suit jacket at the shoulder ripped open!

Numerous black lines surged forth, constantly intertwining and combining, transforming into the image of an old man wearing a red hooded robe.

"The Lord said, 'Let there be light.'"

The old man, whose upper body was the only part of his body and whose lower body was covered by countless black lines, slowly spoke.

光，
Holy light,

The light shone before the old man.
The vampire nobles, ranging from powerful wolves to weak tigers, on the castle's rooftops all wore expressions of terror, as if they had seen their nemesis.

“Those inhuman monsters, who once lived by sucking blood on the earth, will be thrown into the lake of fire and sulfur, and this will be their second death.”

As the old man chanted, the light shone brightly.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

"My eyes—"

"no no!"

All the vampire nobles exposed to this light were like ordinary people exposed to the heat radiation of a nuclear bomb; their skin instantly turned black and carbonized, and their muscles began to dissolve and disappear. Count Dracula granted them long lifespans and the ability to recover by drinking blood, but also the weakness of fearing sunlight.

Moreover, this wasn't just ordinary sunlight.

It is the 'Holy Light' that the cardinals of the Yahweh Church continuously chant.

"No one whose name is not written in the book of life—whether man or beast or bird or reptile or any other creature—will be saved. They will be punished forever for their sins, just as they despised the Lord."

“Every time you use this ‘viral parasitism’ trick, I feel like I’m about to become the target of purification.”

Under the holy light, the Blood Realm shattered.

'Priestess' Fiona moved a few feet to the side.

Although this vampire from the 'Nightmare Space' neither needs to drink human blood to live, nor is she afraid of crosses or garlic, and can even walk freely in the sunlight, she still has an instinctive fear of the 'holy light' in her heart.

"The power of the cardinal is the most effective against vampires."

As a former FBI agent, Mike doesn't care about any of that: as long as it can be an asset and as long as he upholds his sense of justice, he sees any means as acceptable.

Like this 'cardinal', who was actually an 'ally' on one of his missions. When he was critically injured and on the verge of death, he obtained the other party's consent and used his heart for his own purposes.

It was clearly an enhancement of the 'Blacklight Virus,' yet he used it openly and legitimately.

"Let's go, let's take down that vampire king."

Tens of thousands of miscellaneous soldiers and dozens of elite troops.

They didn't even waste much time in front of the three top veterans.

The veterans of Nightmare Space are never short of all sorts of strange and wonderful abilities: they all follow the 'skill-based' path.

Tap tap tap,

After clearing out two groups, the three walked through the castle without encountering any further obstacles, reaching the castle's central hall without hindrance.

A middle-aged man wearing a red coat, sunglasses, and a red top hat leaned listlessly against the throne.

"The progenitor of vampires, the immortal king—Count Dracula!"

"Are we just going to sit here and watch our subordinates get killed?"

"Subordinates?"

The man, resting his chin on his white-gloved hand and leaning back on the throne, spoke with a puzzled expression.

"No, those were just some experimental subjects."

Saying,

The man casually yet with an air of nonchalance raised his chin.

"I won't run away or hide, but..."

I was getting a little impatient.

boom----

"burst!"

"Evil demons, retreat!"

Explosion, blood, and holy light—three forces swept through the hall, instantly engulfing the throne and the man upon it.

All three who attacked simultaneously frowned.

what is this?
"Hahaha~~Very good,"

"It wiped out thousands of my 'lives' in one go."

In the ruins of the throne, where only fragments remained, a broken 'figure' stood up.

His body was torn apart by the explosion, pierced by blood, and burned by holy light. It could be said that he was in a terrible state, yet his mutilated face showed an expression of excitement.

"I acknowledge your abilities, so—"

Blood gushed from his mangled body, instantly covering the torn areas, and the man in the red trench coat reappeared unharmed.

"Can you grant me eternal peace?"

boom! ! ! !

A few minutes later, the frozen castle exploded.

The Gothic-style spire collapsed, and three figures flew backward through the dust and debris.

"Tsk, I knew it wouldn't be that simple."

"Of course, this is the 'Undying King'."

As the three veterans, who had been sent flying backwards, conversed, waves of blood-red 'waves' surged forth, engulfing the entire castle!

And the chanting in the center of the blood-red waves:

"My name is Hermes' bird—"

"To devour my own wings in order to control my heart!"