I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 439 A+ Grade Reward

Bang! ! !
The frozen castle was blown apart during the battle;

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, a flower of blood bloomed!

The endless, filthy blood, like mountains and seas, roared outwards from the center of the ancient castle—the place where Dracula was located—with a deafening roar like a landslide or a tsunami.

But the most terrifying thing was not the filthy blood, but the layers upon layers of waves formed by it: each wave was a person who had lost their pupils; each drop of blood came from the arms that were desperately reaching out; it was as if...
No, this is the desperate and futile struggle that countless lives make in their final moments before they are about to drown!

Like the mad undead in the River Styx of hell, attempting to drag every creature it catches into it, to be forever drowned in a sea of ​​blood, never to be redeemed!

Splash,

Countless 'blood-stained puppets' formed a true torrent, surging towards the three of them.

Retreat, fly back, keep retreating!!
As the three retreated, an endless red aura spread across the entire castle, completely 'submerging' it; then, without stopping, they continued their pursuit.

"This move is called: River of Death!"

At the source of this river made of 'puppets',

They were countless corpses, silently standing, impaled on spears.

The bodies of 20,000 Ottoman soldiers formed a 'forest', guarding the 'Piercing King'.

Standing atop countless bloodied corpses, the 'Count,' now clad in armor, with flowing hair and a tattered cloak, wielded a cross-shaped sword.

"Come--"

"Slay your way across this river of death, storm my castle, and pierce my heart!"

The knight, now reverting to his appearance from hundreds of years ago, and the man resembling the Piercing Duke, pointed their longswords at the three men: he had deployed all his 'soldiers,' and now was both his strongest and weakest moment.

"A dead river?"

Looking at the millions of figures surging towards her like the River Styx, Priestess Fiona kicked off with her foot.

He leaped into the air, and with a 'whoosh', blood-stained wings opened behind him.

Crimson Wings!

Only an idiot would argue with you.
She had just taken off when a dense barrage of arrows came hurtling towards her.

If these ordinary, blood-stained arrows were merely a tickle to Fiona, then one of them, a high-speed spiraling arrow that swept everything in its path, was enough to wound her.

puff,

He suddenly twisted his waist and tilted his head to dodge the rapidly spinning arrow.

The 'priest,' whose wings were pierced by arrows and bleeding profusely, glanced at the opposite side as he landed.

On the blood-soaked castle stood a tall, slender figure wearing a robe and a wide-brimmed pointed hat: beneath the hat was a delicate face and pointed, long ears. Unfortunately, there were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, only tears of blood flowing continuously.

Elf archer?
"I knew it wouldn't be that simple,"

Fiona, the 'priestess' who was forced to the ground, clicked her tongue.
"cover me!"

With a swift grab, two blood-stained whips fell into his hands.

At the same time, a large amount of blood covered her body, forming a bright red, flowing armor.

Armor for life!

That's right,

Despite having the codename 'Priestess', Fiona is actually a melee-type superhuman: both are 'vampires', so there's no need to embarrass herself by using abilities like hypnosis and blood explosion in front of Count Dracula.

Boiling blood!

Thump,

With a stomp of his foot, the ground exploded!

The rapid flow of blood throughout her body gave Fiona an explosive power akin to that of a 'berserker'.

"Get out of here—"

With a flick of his long whip,
Amidst the ear-piercing whistling sound, rings of white air waves emerged, clearly demonstrating supersonic speed!

Before the long whip, which was enhanced with various 'skills', the surging 'blood river' was instantly torn in half: even though this river was filled with millions of human bodies rushing towards it.

Since the 'Undying King' has deployed his army, Fiona accepts the challenge: she will charge headlong into the river of blood!
"Oh?"

"Actively controlling the raging blood within the body is a skill of the 'Bruch' people."

Standing atop the Bloodstained Castle, Count Dracula offers his commentary.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

boom! boom! boom! boom!
Several missiles flew toward the Earl, but were precisely intercepted by arrows in mid-air;

The explosion was nothing more than decorative fireworks, not even enough to make Count Dracula take a second look.

In that case——

The missile was fired again from Captain Matthew's wrist as he charged forward.
This time, however, he did not attempt to attack Dracula, but instead targeted the 'sea of ​​blood' surging towards Fiona from all directions.

boom! ! boom! ! boom! !

Clusters of flames exploded in the 'sea of ​​blood,' each one so dense that it could kill dozens or even hundreds of 'puppets'; however, the next second, hundreds or even thousands of puppets would surge in again, filling the gaps he had created.

"Come forth, endless parasitism!"

Agent Mike also began to go all out, his entire back suddenly exploded, and countless black 'lines' extended out, constantly forming figures.

He has enhanced the 'Blacklight Virus' to an advanced level, enabling him to seize the hearts of five extraordinary individuals and convert their power into his own.

It can be described as a very powerful enhancement, but of course, the required 'points' not only drained Mike's resources.

It also left him heavily in debt: fortunately, his creditor was the president.

Although the president was not a 'veteran,' he was, after all, the ruler of most of America; he used the resources at his disposal to exchange for a large number of points from the veterans, and these points were managed by his newly appointed director of the Secret Service.

Behind Agent Mike, five figures of men, women, and children appeared.

Besides the 'cardinal', there was also a woman holding a staff. As this woman began to chant, a 'magic circle' appeared in front of her:
"Fire Wall!"

The female mage raised her hand, and a straight wall of flames rose from the ground.

The flames burned fiercely, and the blood-soaked puppets continued to rush into them, burning relentlessly.

On the other side, a boy wearing a deer helmet, a wolf skin, and stripes painted on his face cupped his hands to his mouth:
“Woooooooo~~~”

As the boy blew a deep horn, black wolves suddenly leaped out from the shadows cast by the layers of blood-stained puppets.

Summon Shadow Wolf

With a swipe of their sharp claws, these wolves cleaved several 'bloodstained puppets' in half at the waist.
Moreover, they are agile and can leap and dart through the shadows, making them difficult to kill.

The other two figures, whose upper bodies were formed by 'viral parasites', also drew their weapons: one was a melee barbarian, and the other was a knight clad in full plate armor.

With five allies—a bishop, a mage, a druid, a barbarian, and a paladin—floating behind him, and his own "virus mimicry" forming sharp blades in his arms, Agent Mike plunges into the "River of Blood," swimming upstream!

Not bad.

These three 'veterans' are Yu's main focus:
One possesses 'red eyes', another possesses 'blood dragon eyes', and yet another possesses the secret technique 'earthly grudge'; all are powerful figures among the American superhumans.

However, cutting through this 'river of blood' is no easy task: the 3,424,867 tainted blood puppets, even if they stand still, can exhaust countless superhumans to death.

Moreover:

"Damn, that's too much!"

Swarms of blood-stained golems surged from all sides, and even though Fiona wielded her whips with impenetrable force, she felt a sense of suffocation.

Everywhere you look, there are wriggling arms—those are countless ordinary people dressed in medieval European clothing!

These bloodstained puppets are the truly fearless ones.

They let the attacks fall on them.

They must also move forward—

Even grabbing a handful, taking a bite, or even exhausting the strength of those who fall into the 'river of blood' is their only motivation.

Besides these ordinary human puppets who are only fit to be 'cut grass', there are also:

tap tap tap tap,

Amidst the thunderous sound of hooves, a group of cavalrymen charged in with a wall-like charge.

These knights, clad in armor, wielding lances dripping with blood yet still gleaming coldly, rode their tall warhorses, trampling over numerous ordinary 'puppets'.

But those warhorses were just like their masters: their eyes were hollow, and blood and tears were flowing out!
During their sprint and charge, the sweat that gushed from their bodies was actually blood.

They are Wallachian light cavalry!

With a single glance, Fiora recognized this as one of the main forces once under Count Dracula.

Snapped,

And the blood whip she swung was caught in the next second! A bald, muscular man, over three meters tall, with muscles like black iron, actually grabbed the supersonic whip.

“Don’t stop!”

Next second,
A burly figure rushed up from behind and grabbed the strong man's wrist.

click,

Mercenary captain Matthew clenched his fists.
The monstrous power belonging to 'technology' unleashed a finger force strong enough to tear steel, breaking the bald, muscular man's wrist.

"Whirlwind!"

"Chop with the momentum—"

On the other side, Agent Mike also encountered the Wallachian light cavalry.

The 'barbarians' and 'paladins' behind him charged forward, their battle axes transforming into meat grinders; once their cross-shaped longswords struck a target, they immediately turned to kill another, forming a series of 'W's, clean and efficient, yet ruthless and decisive.

These were all adversaries that Agent Mike had defeated, who, after having their hearts taken, became his allies.

Controlling five puppets to wreak havoc is impressive, but the energy consumption is equally staggering!

Besides the massive number of ordinary blood-stained golems, there were also many golems of extraordinary beings: swift and elfin assassins, sturdy dwarven shield bearers, and roaring ogres. It was unknown how many lives this 'Undying King' had absorbed from this mission world.

The three veterans struggled forward in the 'River of Blood' when a 'wave' crashed in and swallowed them whole.

Before long, the three reappeared and continued their fierce battle!

"Matthew, this can't go on!"

The opponent's blood-stained puppets were endless, while their spiritual power was being consumed rapidly.
Moreover, they've already started getting injured, and fighting a 'protracted war' with vampires seems incredibly foolish.

"Show your hand—"

"it is good!"

All three were seasoned veterans who knew that now was not the time to hesitate.

Click click click click,

He strode towards Matthew, the black mercenary captain in front of him, and the intricate metal suddenly blossomed like flower petals:

"Plasma pulse cannon!"

call out------

A beam of light shot out from his chest.

The light tore through the darkness, shooting straight out, and even instantly tinged the entire blood-red battlefield with a layer of eerie blue.

The beam of light lasted only a brief moment, yet it left an indelible mark on everyone's eyes: this attack was clearly a trump card!

Chakra Laser Cannon
Although the name sounds ridiculous, this is an attack that can severely injure a Jinchuriki!

As the light flashed, the entire River of Blood was split in two: starting from Matthew, a straight, extremely deep and wide trench extended for hundreds of meters: within the trench, a bright, clear reflection was the trace of the stones and sand having been vitrified under extremely high temperatures.

This was even with countless extraordinary 'bloodstained puppets' flying to defend against it.

“The Lord said,”

“There will be a great road there, which will be called the Holy Way.”

“The unclean shall not pass through, but shall walk only for the redeeming; and though the traveler is foolish, he shall not go astray.”

A beam of light pierced through the dark clouds overhead, forming a straight golden path—Agent Mike was continuously channeling 'spiritual power' into the 'Cardinal's' heart. This 'prophecy' technique was indeed wondrous, but the spiritual power it consumed was even more terrifying.

It's basically a weaker version of 'Takahashi Eileen's' bloodstain ability.

"quick----"

Fiora, known as the 'Foolish Redeemer,' had no time to think and sped off along the 'Golden Road.'

Within this 'river of blood,' one is constantly corroded by blood energy, and anyone who falls into it is likely to meet a perilous end. However, Fiona herself is a 'vampire,' so even if she cannot seize control of the river of blood, she can avoid additional losses.

This is why she was chosen as the main attacker!
Splash,

Along the blood river pierced by the chakra-infused plasma pulse cannon, new blood-tainted puppets surged forth once more; even when hindered and melted by the 'holy light,' they still fought desperately to protect their 'king,' which was the last thought of these absorbed lives.

"Dracula!!!"

Seizing the opportunity, Fiona unleashed all her power and launched a final charge.

Her figure left a trail of light, and conical shockwaves exploded continuously along her trajectory, a testament to her physical body moving at several times the speed of sound.

Countless sharp, blade-like vacuum sound waves spread out, enough to tear apart an army with just a few passing by!

Even the 'Transcendent Bloodstained Puppet' was thrown out by the impact—

"Take your life!"

With a leap, the girl soared into the air.

He drew a silver spike resembling a short gun and aimed it at the figure standing atop the corpse.

Life or death, victory or defeat, hinges on this one strike.

Pfft

?

Her figure jolted suddenly, and Fiona, who was about to succeed, lowered her head.

Her chest was pierced by a cross-shaped sword.
And the silver short spear in his hand:

But it failed!

"You seem to have forgotten that I am also an excellent soldier."

With a single, sweeping thrust, Count Dracula pierced Fiona with his sword, he coldly announced.

"What a pity. It was just a little bit short."

"No,"

Just right.

Fiona did not despair; she flicked her finger across the empty space.

A symbol with a circle on the outside and an eye in the middle appeared out of thin air as she sketched it.

brush,

Next second,
A human figure appears in this symbol.

The newcomer wore a black trench coat and a black top hat, with brown curly hair, and his resolute face seemed to have never known what wavering meant.

The man, a vital force, suddenly thrust a silver nail at Dracula from behind!

"Van Helsing?!"

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.

“Hoo~Hoo~~”

"I almost died—"

"But in the end we still won."

Three figures suddenly appeared in a room of the 'Veteran Guild', covered in blood and gore, their spiritual energy almost completely depleted. One of them was a woman with a piercing wound in her chest.

These were three top veterans who had just completed the 'Nightmare Space' mission.

"In the end, it was Van Helsing who delivered the decisive blow."

"Be content, I've used up a B+ grade 'Key to the Gate'!"

Fiona, who was controlling the blood flow to heal the wound, gritted her teeth.

That was a life-saving item she redeemed.
"I don't even know what the reward will be—"

"watt?!!"

On the other side, Matthew, a black man, looked utterly shocked, as if he could see Yahweh DJing in the clouds.

This mercenary captain is usually known for his composure.

?

"What's there to be excited about?"

"My God, how can there be such a reward?"

Fiona glanced around and exclaimed in surprise: because in the center of the three of them, a crystal the size of a thumb was floating.

As a 'mission reward,' they only needed to glance at it to know what it was.

One-sixth:
godhead.

(End of this chapter)