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Without a doubt—those are heroic spirits!!!

Ancient deities, heroes, and monsters resurrected from human history!

I don't want to die at the hands of this monster!

Without even turning his head, he tremblingly reached out to the control panel to steer the hot air balloon toward the land where Joan of Arc was.

however--

*Snap*, his arm was gripped tightly by a heavily armored arm and he could no longer move.

'Whoa~!!!' Fear was evident on Maxwell's face as he stared wide-eyed at the arm armor that was thicker than his own thigh.

Are you kidding me?!

It was like a giant toying with a weak little girl, like an adult squeezing a child's chick, instantly plunging her into an ice cellar and rendering her immobile—the most powerful form of bullying!

"You call yourself God's agent, the angel of death—but little do you know that the angel of death will only descend with the feathers of death when the evening bell tolls your name. You were originally bones... Only by returning to the earth will your fate be sealed... When the angel descends to the earth, it is time for you to fall."

"No world can tolerate the survival of those without faith." This angel, who willingly descended from heaven, had forgotten his faith—even Andersen could see that he had long been corrupted by power and had lost his true faith. In the original story, he even personally sent his disciple to meet God…

King Hassan was even less tolerant of this distorted archbishop who dared to claim to have descended with an army of angels of death!

Maxwell:!111

How brutal and rude this 'devil' is!!!

Help, help, help—! Someone please save me! Oh!!!

101

Chapter 101 Love for the Motherland and the Sense of Responsibility of a Ruler: This is the True King

Although Hassan isn't here!

But there are still those who, like Hassan in his desolation, lose their faith and meet their demise!

And usually, when faced with such worthless people who have lost their faith, Wang Hassan's sense of mission to "set an example" stirs up!

then--

Finally—this time, under the immense shadow, Maxwell was forced to see the figure's face clearly.

A terrifying Middle Eastern old man—beneath his grotesque and horrifying white bone mask burned a sinister, oppressive azure flame!

"Building towers with corpses, spreading death, withering the green fields... You claim to be God's messenger, acting on behalf of angels, yet you lack the courage to fight for God, the spirit unmoved by anything, and are solely intoxicated by the desire for divine power. What can talent that doesn't live up to its name protect in the face of crisis? Was this loneliness, which you couldn't even protect the wildflowers of the wilderness, what you initially desired? Foolish! In the name of Hassan-i-Sabah, the Old Man of the Mountain—hand over your head!" The next moment, a blade flashed!

Before Maxwell could even refute, his voice was cut short!

Hassan Sabah, the Old Man of the Mountain?!

The founder of that infamous assassination cult in the Middle East, a notorious and terrifying assassin—also a heretic who invoked the name of God!

......

Maxwell stared blankly, terrified, and incredulously at the terrifying face of the Old Man of the Mountain. In the final moments before his head severed, all he could think of was... the Old Man of the Mountain's initial desire! No, no...

Why am I standing here again, destined to be all alone? To be executed so coldly and alone—like a clown, silently and ridiculously—in a corner of the battlefield!

'I remember now. Initially, what he longed for... was proof, because he was afraid of returning to that time of loneliness, weakness, and helplessness. So—he wanted to climb to the top, to the place where everyone supported him. However—that sense of loneliness never disappeared, and he gradually lost his original way.'

"Andrewson—God…Father…Teacher—!" The last cry seemed to be a soul weeping and wailing, like a child about to drown, instinctively calling for a father's rescue and embrace.

Maxwell suddenly—! He desperately tried to cover his throat to prevent it from breaking and bleeding, but the Old Man of the Mountain's exquisite decapitation skills only made his neck appear intact for a few seconds. As soon as he tried to make any move, it instantly disintegrated.

Miracles did not happen to him alone; he died... Maxwell died.

And on the other side-

On the battlefield, Anderson seemed to sense something, but he did not turn his gaze to the fleeting 'black spirit' in the sky.

Maxwell, have you already left?

For you, dying in this holy war might be the best ending.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to resist taking matters into his own hands.

Foolish child—!

To confuse delusion with fanatical belief is not the truth! And on the path of pursuing truth, the fate of those who are lost in the desire for power is so tragic that you can no longer see it.

Rather than that future, let us die here, shining brightly for God in our final moments! AMEN!

Then, fueled by anger and sorrow, the priest roared and fought even more fiercely, charging at Vlad III once more.

High in the air, the major, though unable to participate in the battle below, continued to hum softly.

"Zum-letzen-Mal! At this final battle, wird-Sturmalarm-geblasen! The rallying cry resounds through the heavens!"

"Zum-Kampfe-stehnWir-alle-schon-bereit! We are all ready for battle!"

"He who comes to defeat others must first become invincible! So—" Another of his compatriots is about to perish, stepping into hell ahead of him.

Will it be black this time? Or—red? Or—the color of a Heroic Spirit? What color will it be?

At this moment, below—facing Father Andersen and Accardo, who both unleashed their powers simultaneously.

Vlad III, however, remained remarkably calm, overwhelming his opponent with sheer superior strength. As he gradually adapted to their attack patterns, even when they unleashed their full power—they still couldn't defeat him. After all—he stood on 'Romania'! Here, the Heroic Spirit—Vlad III—could not possibly lose.

*Thud*, Vlad, now stepping on Alucard's body, said, "The Undying King? My other half, another possibility. You are me, and I am you. The me of the past—has become this stinking carcass, this grotesque sight. But, in the end, it's all over."

Countless piercing stakes simultaneously pierced through the priest, who was just one step away from thrusting the sword into his eye.

Father Anderson was pierced through the body and unable to move, and Taboo, as if it had lost its vitality in the continuous battle, was suppressed by the magic power unleashed by Vlad III.

"And you... Catholic... Remember to pray before you go to sleep. This fool at my feet has probably forgotten all about it."

Priest: "Needless to say...of course. Ahem, it's time to end this."

Father Andersen accepted his defeat with equanimity.

And Alucard, who had also lost his resurrection coin and seemed doomed at this point, scoffed, "Hmph, hahahahaha!"

The immortal king suddenly laughed: "To die, is it finally time to die, and by the hand of you—Vlad III? Is that so? Then come—take my heart, but before that, I have a question..."

Accardo's expression suddenly became complicated, and he said in a deep voice, "Have you ever regretted it?"

However, it was thought that the other party would at least hesitate or struggle a bit, but Vlad III gave a very decisive answer.

As if he didn't need to think at all, he lowered his head with that brave and resolute gaze and said earnestly, "Never."

Accardo was stunned.

At this moment, it seemed that I finally understood the essential difference between myself and the other person.

Vlad: "I gladly accept this so-called suffering. I will not deny this history. It is precisely these pains and hardships that have made me grow into the monarch who protected Romania! That has made me the [Piercing Duke]!"

"...We are the [Piercing Prince] of the Principality of Wallachia! Our love for our homeland and our sense of responsibility as rulers mean that even those who obstruct us, our relatives, will be expelled as pests! What is a monarch? Is this the true mark of a Romanian monarch?"

but--

BOJ:......!!

Monarch? Us?

Having swallowed up his entire nation, he felt so ashamed he wanted to disappear. Did he still have the face to call himself the King of Romania?

102

Chapter 102 Eternal Return; No Regrets in My Life, I Can Finally Do It

"For me, this life has been both a painful ordeal and an indispensable experience that helped me establish an unshakable belief and strengthen my will to 'defend the country'!"

"Having descended as a Servant, I have no regrets about my life. My only wish is to wash away the stigma of 'Dracula the Vampire'."

"I am proud of my life, and proud to be the monarch of Romania and protect this land! I cannot tolerate anything except the smearing of my name. I have no regrets about my life!" When the Grand Duke mentioned Romania and his unwavering loyalty as monarch, he revealed an unprecedented pride that no one had ever seen before.

That sense of pride is truly moving.

The deep love and conviction he held for his motherland left Accardo in a state of profound shock, and he finally managed to exhale softly after a long while.

The loss was not unjust!

Indeed, I am inferior to you!! King of Romania!!!

Pfft—~!!!

In the end, Accardo was pierced through the heart, just as he had hoped, and died at the hands of the true Romanian monarch.

Just as he had hoped for, a touching ending—'Humans are the best!!!!'

Vlad III accepted his two spoils of war.

And it was also the instant after their deaths.

In the Golden Demon City, Night: "A perfect ending... This realization has led to growth and reconciliation with oneself, transcending the two parts of the soul. Without a doubt—after tonight's legend is etched into human history, your spiritual foundations will truly grow to be worthy of the name of the Shield of Christianity!"

Ye praised it without reservation...

No, it's probably not just two. Even Vlad III, whose potential has already been reached, may have his potential cap raised again!

So, after finishing the final touches, the next world should be that one...

Whoosh!

When the River of Death finally calmed down and the war approached dawn, the rising sun shone on the horizon—the morning light shone on the dilapidated city of London, and at that moment, in the eyes of the survivors—there was a sense of redemption, a feeling that all suffering had come to an end and hope had finally arrived in the midst of despair.

We lost...!

When Alucard closed his eyes in the end, he lost not only in battle, but also in his heart.

The sun's radiance, so beautiful—like the scene I witnessed that day, was as if heaven had descended.

Has the Kingdom of God finally arrived?

Then, in the next moment, as if in a daze, I saw the world change, and time came to an abrupt stop.

Then—he seemed to hear a grand, serene chant that resounded throughout the universe, as the final dirge of this great war.

“VivememormortisActaestfabula The moment of life and death, witnessing the end of the journey.”

“etarmaetverbavulnerantEtarma Weapons and words are things that can harm people.”

"FortunaamicosconciliatinopiaamicosprobatExempla Friends in good times, friends in bad times,"