Crossover Anime: Collecting Treasures from All Worlds Starting with Type-Moon

Vlad III has already used all his tricks, but Shen Qiu hasn't! Shouldn't the trump card be kept hidden until the very last moment?

Vlad III stared in disbelief at the layers of bones enveloping Shen Qiu. Although Shen Qiu had only activated the initial form of Susanoo, which could only manifest arms and ribs, the sight was still terrifying enough.

"boom!"

By manipulating the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, the deep purple giant hand directly slapped Vlad III, sending him flying dozens of meters away!

"What was your real name in history?!"

After being swatted away by the giant hand of the sequel Noh, Vlad III did not fall to the ground in a disheveled manner. Instead, he rolled several times in the air and landed quite stylishly standing up.

After using the Bloodline Inheritance, Vlad III's current base stats are as follows:

Strength: A++, Endurance: A++, Agility: EX, Magic: A+, Luck: D.

Coupled with the vampire's inherent ability to heal rapidly, killing him is extremely difficult. Unless you have the baptismal techniques of the priests of the Holy Church to counter him, you can only wait for him to run out of magic power and dispel the bloodline inheritance form.

However, after the bloodline is broken, the Impaler will transform back into the form of King Vlad III. Through the inherent skill of the Guardian Ghost General, his magic power will be fully replenished, thus entering a new cycle of death.

"On this land of Romania, I am invincible!" This statement is not just empty talk. Many people may think that Amakusa Shiro's killing of Vlad III in his vampire form is nothing special.

However, let's not forget that firstly, Vlad III left Romanian soil, and his power as a monarch was reduced by at least two-thirds. At the same time, his body was taken over by Danic, and the two were constantly vying for dominance within his body.

Finally, he encountered Amakusa Shiro, who was skilled in purification and baptism. He was forced to retreat and leave the scene under such unfortunate circumstances. But he is different now!

"Oh, who knows? I just don't want to tell you."

It wasn't that Shen Qiu didn't want to say it, but rather that he simply couldn't! After all, he was only pretending to be Sevent.

"It doesn't matter! You'll naturally tell me when you're about to die!" Vlad III raised his black spear once more, this time unleashing the full power of his vampire body to defeat Shen Qiu!

"It seems I've been underestimated by you, Your Excellency."

Shen Qiu's eternal kaleidoscope spun rapidly within his eyes, and a large amount of pupil power surged forth.

Susanoo - First Form

"open!"

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Chapter 252: Jeanne d'Arc, the Working Girl, and the Demon King's Wish

"I'm done!"

"Yes, thank you for your hard work. This is your wages. It's really unexpected that you, who look like such a delicate girl, are so strong. What would take others a whole day to finish, you did in just over an hour."

At the entrance of a soda shop in Sighisoara, Joan of Arc, dressed in a school uniform, carefully took two bright red banknotes from a middle-aged man and put them away.

Behind her were hundreds of bottles of soda and orange juice already stacked up! That's right, she carried all of these down by herself!

At first, the boss was reluctant to use Joan of Arc, knowing it was purely physical labor—how could a seemingly delicate young girl do it? However, he couldn't resist Joan's "sincere" gaze and had to agree to let her try first. And the result, naturally, is what we see now.

"Phew, with this money I can finally get something to eat. My stomach's been growling since morning, and Leticia's going to be mad at me if I don't eat soon..."

A blonde French girl walked down a street lined with dazzling array of goods, clutching banknotes. Because she resided in a human body, Joan of Arc needed to eat; of course, she wouldn't die without food, but it would affect her daily activities.

Although Leticia lives in France, one of the most developed modern countries, she is still a farm girl and only a junior high school student. She saves all the pocket money her parents give her to buy jewelry and clothes that girls like.

After being possessed by Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc used all her pocket money to buy plane tickets because she was going to Romania—of course, this was with Leticia's consent. Apart from eating one airplane meal on the plane, Joan of Arc didn't eat a single thing during those seven or eight hours.

Is that a coffee shop over there?

Just as Joan of Arc was struggling to decide what to eat, she suddenly saw an open-air café ahead. Food and drink in such places are usually inexpensive, and as a Frenchwoman, Joan of Arc also enjoyed drinking coffee.

"Hello, I...I'd like one sandwich, oh no, two sandwiches...okay, three sandwiches then, and a classic latte!"

Joan of Arc, who was ordering for the first time, was a little overwhelmed by all the names of the dishes, but after thinking about the amount of money in her pocket, she decided to order the cheapest food.

As a Frenchwoman, she doesn't like the bitter classic Americano; it's too bitter. She prefers a latte with sugar and milk, because, after all, the French have a sweet tooth.

Three sandwiches? Are you sure, miss?

The young waiter looked around Joan of Arc several times, but there was no one else there! Could it be that this student, who looked no more than a middle school student, was going to eat three servings by herself?

"Okay, three portions!"

Joan of Arc said firmly.

Ten minutes later, three neatly sliced ​​egg and ham sandwiches were placed on Joan of Arc's table. As a place with a thriving trade, Sighisoara did not have the bad habit of the Nordic service industry that "takes pride in slowness".

"Guji."

Modern food is known for its exquisite presentation; even the most ordinary sandwich looks incredibly appetizing. Joan of Arc, who had been starving for a long time, could no longer resist, and her stomach began to rumble.

"Then, thank the Lord, thank you for your grace that allows me to receive this food, Amen."

Despite being extremely hungry, Joan of Arc did not choose to eat directly with her fork. As a devout Catholic, she was accustomed to offering a short prayer before eating.

"A Catholic... Well, the town's Catholic church has been closed for a long time. I wonder when it will reopen. The priest seems to be a nice guy. Even though I often go there to get Holy Communion, he doesn't seem to mind at all."

The waiter who brought the food had already turned around, but after hearing Joan of Arc's voice, he couldn't help but turn his head back. In 2004, fewer and fewer young people believed in religion.

And because this is Romania, there are far more Orthodox Christians than Catholics—Catholics pray with their whole palm, while Orthodox Christians use three fingers.

He also happened to be a Catholic, which is why he felt a special connection with Joan of Arc when he saw her.

Just as Joan of Arc was about to put the sandwich in her mouth, a burst of red light suddenly interrupted her. The ham and egg sandwich in the girl's hand suddenly slipped and fell back onto the plate.

"This is...."

Joan of Arc stared blankly at the bursts of red light shooting into the sky, a tremor running through her heart! What was that thing? Pain, anger, confusion, fear... all the negative emotions of the world seemed to be hidden within that red light.

Although it only lasted for a few seconds before it disappeared, Joan of Arc felt no relief, but rather a wave of fear!

"...Um, miss, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with our sandwiches that don't suit your taste...?" The waiter was extremely puzzled after seeing Joan's appearance.

Ordinary humans cannot see magic, so they naturally cannot see the red light or feel those negative emotions.

"Please put the sandwich away for me, I'll come back to eat it later!"

Joan of Arc, no longer caring about her meal, threw a red banknote onto the table and rushed toward the flashing red light. Something must have happened!

"Hey, miss!"

The waiter glanced helplessly at the sandwiches and red banknotes on the table; he had actually intended to ask for the customer's phone number...

The backyard of the Sigishwara Church.

“That’s right, I (Hao De Zhao) am your Master, Kotomine Shiro. It’s nice to meet you for the first time.”

Upon seeing the tall and handsome Sevent, Amakusa Shiro struggled to break free from Semiramis's embrace and smiled as he spoke to Oda Nobunaga.

"Kotomine Shiro? Then you must be a Japanese too. If you are a Japanese, you must know my name."

"Of course I know. The legendary sixth Heavenly Demon King, Oda Nobunaga, was almost the most powerful daimyo to rule all of the Orient."

Amakusa Shiro lived about thirty years after Oda Nobunaga's death. At that time, the Tokugawa Shogunate was corrupt and tyrannical, and he had no choice but to lead an uprising to survive.

If Oda Nobunaga hadn't died, things might have been very different.

"Then, could you tell me your wish in this world?"

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Chapter 253: The Bloodstained Demon King - The Strongest Strike (Please Subscribe)

"Hahahaha!!! Hahahaha!!! The oppressor, none of the oppressor's henchmen can escape my punishment!"

On the other side of the battlefield, Spartacus, whose legs had undergone mutation, wildly swung his short sword at the petite girl in front of him. The two were worlds apart in size, and their basic attributes were completely different.

As a standard berserker, Spartacus boasts an A-rank strength and an astonishing EX-rank endurance, making him one of the best even among berserkers.

Frankenstein's strength is only C and her endurance is only B. After all, she is just a fictional "illusory heroic spirit". Although she has a certain degree of fame, she is far less famous than Spartacus, who is quite famous in history.

"F...Fran!"

Upon seeing Spartacus charging towards her with a short sword, Frankenstein did not dodge. Instead, she raised the massive iron hammer she held, named Maiden's Chastity, high to meet him, a hint of anger flickering at the corners of her mouth!

"Clang!"

The hammer and the short sword clashed, but no miracle occurred. In just one exchange, she was sent flying dozens of meters away by Spartacus's merciless strength, and the hammer in her hand also slipped from her grasp.

"Frankenstein!"

Upon seeing Frankenstein being sent flying, 317 Caules cried out anxiously. He wasn't blaming the young Berserker for being so weak, but rather worried about whether she was injured.

“F...Fran..."

The girl, covered in mud, struggled to her feet, then grabbed the massive iron hammer beside her and aimed it at Spartacus, clearly determined not to give up easily.

"This won't do, Frankenstein. The numerical gap between us and them is enormous. If we keep going head-to-head like this, you'll only get hurt. We need to think of something..."

Kaules ran up to Frankenstein breathlessly and said a lot of things, but it was unclear whether she could understand him.

"Fran..."

The girl tilted her head, as if she understood what Koles had said.

"Hahahaha!!! Hahahaha!!! Oppressors, oppressors! Is this all you've got? In that case, I'll chop you all into mincemeat!"

Seeing his enemy being sent flying without even catching a single blow, Spartacus's eyes were filled with boundless fervor. The time to kill the oppressor was now!

"It's too late, Fran! Listen to me, during the battle you should try to avoid direct confrontation with him, and make more use of your unique skills... well, just use your green lightning to attack him as much as possible, the enemy's body doesn't have any magic resistance!"

Time was of the essence, and even with the strategist-type Master that Kaules had acquired, there wasn't enough time to come up with more or better countermeasures. However, he still understood the simplest approach: to use one's strengths to attack the opponent's weaknesses.