Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 444 This fairytale dragon tastes off.

Brad laughed maniacally, blood gushing from his mouth with each laugh.

"Oh? So that's what you were thinking? What admirable backbone, officer."

A deep, arrogant, and magnetic male voice, carrying a strong scent of blood, slowly emanated from the depths of the still-open portal.

Da, da, da.

The leather boots trod on the void.

Accardo, holding his wide-brimmed red hat, strolled out of it with great interest.

He glanced around the execution square and at the captains who were already on high alert, then calmly waved his hand.

"However, you dare to play such a petty trick right under my nose..." Alucard looked at Brad lying on the ground, barely alive, his smile stretching to his ears, revealing his gleaming white fangs.

"I don't hate insects like you who dare to throw punches at death. As a reward, I'll grant you utter death."

boom!

Without hesitation, he drew the black Jackal pistol from his waist, and without even glancing at it, pulled the trigger.

The massive armor-piercing bullet instantly pierced Brad's skull, shattering his head into pieces like a watermelon.

"All personnel! Liberate your armed forces! Execute them on the spot!!!"

The sight of a mage being killed in front of all the captains was a shock to everyone.

Wolfgang slammed his cane on the ground with a roar, and a circle of purplish-black magical ripples spread out, issuing battle orders to all the captains.

Clang—!

That was the sound of the Dragon Slayer Sword, a magical weapon passed down through generations of the Saber Squad, being drawn from its sheath.

Sullivan was the first to disappear from the spot.

Her speed was so fast that a cold silver lightning bolt suddenly appeared in the square and instantly appeared in front of Alucard!

The Dragon Slayer Sword is imbued with a magic-slaying attribute that can cut off all magical energy flows; even a fairytale dragon would be cleaved in two by this sword.

Sullivan gripped his sword with both hands and, with overwhelming force, brought it down fiercely towards Accardo's head!

"Die, monster!"

*Pfft!*

There was no hindrance whatsoever.

The Dragon Slayer Sword, with its unparalleled sharpness, slashed diagonally into Alucard's left shoulder, tearing through his red coat with overwhelming force.

Then, he severed his collarbone and ribs, and finally cleaved out from his right side at the waist and abdomen!

A large amount of blood gushed out from the huge gap like a fountain, staining Sullivan's uniform crimson.

Accardo's upper body was thrown backward by the terrifying slash, almost cleaved in two by the powerful sword strike.

"We got it!" Harry Shak exclaimed with delight from behind.

"Hmph, just a monster that only knows how to bluff. It's no match for the Sabre Team's sharp edge," Sullivan sneered.

But just as she was trying to sheathe her sword, she found that her blade was stuck in some kind of extremely viscous swamp and couldn't move at all!

"Where are you looking, woman?"

The man, who should have been split in two, suddenly let out a low laugh.

In Sullivan's view, countless dark red threads of flesh and blood extended from both sides of Accardo's wound.

They intertwine and pull at each other, as if stitching together a torn garment.

In less than a few seconds, the huge, potentially fatal gash disappeared completely, and even the hole in the red coat was restored to its original state.

And Alucard's left hand was gripping the blade of the Dragon Slayer Sword tightly!

The power that was enough to shatter the black dragon could only leave rapidly healing wounds in his palm.

"Your sword is fast, but too light."

Accardo grinned, raised his pistol sharply, and pressed the dark muzzle directly against Sullivan's abdomen.

"Try this!"

boom! ! !

Gunshots rang out in the square.

However, the anticipated scenario of Sullivan being pierced did not occur.

Just a fraction of a second after Alucard pulled the trigger, a massive shield composed of countless dense golden runes appeared out of thin air in front of Sullivan.

That was the defensive magic of Roy B. Deepa, the captain of the Spell Song Team.

The explosive armor-piercing rounds struck the golden rune shield at close range, bursting into a blinding flash of fire.

The shield trembled, and even the runes on its surface cracked slightly, but it ultimately blocked the fatal shot.

Using the force of the recoil, Sullivan was thrown backward and landed back beside the captains.

"Don't underestimate your opponent, Squire!"

Roy pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and swung his baton rapidly through the air, reweaving a defensive melody.

"I just used magic to probe his body... This guy's magical structure... doesn't conform to any of the creatures we know."

"The magical energy flowing within him was chaotic and disordered, filled with a violent, bloody stench; he was practically a moving abyss pieced together from countless undead!"

Wolf, the captain of the Divine Punishment Team, strode forward.

This old man, who usually wears sunglasses and looks stern, has now taken off the black cloak draped over his shoulders.

"Without a doubt, he is the culprit who instigated the First Dragon Ranch riot and rampant bloodsucking in Outer London!"

"The eighth fairytale dragon, Dracula!"

Upon hearing the name Dracula, the other captains' expressions turned serious once again.

They never imagined that they would actually witness the mature form of the monster that existed only in ancient legends and had once brought annihilation to London!

It's just that no one knows where this fairytale dragon has been hiding all these years, only to be revealed to everyone today.

"A fairytale dragon? Dracula?"

When Accardo heard this title, he was slightly taken aback at first, then he tilted his head back and let out a burst of wild laughter that almost lifted the roof off.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

"How interesting. I never expected my name to reach you all. It's quite a surprise."

He laughed so hard that tears almost streamed down his face, and he covered his face with the hand holding the gun, his body trembling violently.

Actually, the name Accardo comes from Helsing, the man who defeated him.

If you spell Alucard backwards, it becomes Dracula.

He is the vampire king who has been regarded as a nightmare and a taboo by humans for countless centuries!

"I just don't understand, you fleas, how could you describe me as a fairy tale?"

Accardo abruptly stopped laughing, his eyes flashing with a scarlet, menacing light.

He suddenly spread his arms wide to the sides, and his red coat fluttered in the magical energy, like two giant bat wings unfolding.

The marble floor beneath their feet began to melt, turning into a dark swamp churning with blood-red bubbles.

Countless hound heads, covered in sharp teeth and with huge, bloodshot eyes, began to struggle and emerge from the swamp.

"That's somewhat disrespectful to humans."

"Then let the song of hell play."

"Let me show you whether I am a fairy tale or your nightmare."