He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

"Oh, damn it, I forgot about that big guy."

Something's coming!

At that moment, Sawada Tsunayoshi spoke up.

Everyone was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, but remembering his extraordinary intuition, they immediately looked back at the screen.

Amidst the billowing smoke, a swarm of bats flew out.

These bats defied the laws of biology, flying to the same altitude as the aircraft and crashing into them one by one.

Suddenly, it started raining dumplings from the sky.

"Disperse, all formations!"

Captain Luna quickly gave instructions, and the various aircraft groups dispersed as much as possible.

But there were too many bats.

They also dispersed and followed the plane, their numbers still enough to surround and then crash it down.

Upon seeing this, Gassner remarked, "If even that kind of bombardment is ineffective, then modern weaponry is probably useless."

Although the Vampire Legion's equipment could easily unleash several times more firepower, Gassner didn't think that more firepower would be effective, considering the relationship between firepower intensity and coverage.

Just like an ordinary person can't pierce a steel plate with a spear, even if you put Captain America in it, it'll be the same. Even if the person wielding the spear becomes stronger, the spear won't change; increasing the force will only break it.

"Then let the Flying Demon Legion make its appearance!"

The envoy said from the side.

"No, send the entire army out to attack!"

Gasner's gaze sharpened, his tone heavy with unease. "Just from this test, I can tell that Alucard is a monster. We have to go all out to have any chance of winning!"

"...You're right, then let's launch a full-scale attack!"

……

A fire raged, and smoke filled the air.

The battlefield, which had been filled with explosions, had fallen silent, with only the occasional painful groans of survivors echoing from the scattered wreckage of planes.

Alucard stood on the ground, looking down at his surroundings. After waiting for a long time without anyone coming out to fight him, he sneered, "Is this all Dracula's army is capable of?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the roar of airplanes echoed from the distant sky once more, and the earth trembled continuously.

"Oh, are there still troops?"

Accardo looked at the black dot in the distance, felt the intensity of the ground tremors, and his lips parted into a smile again.

"Let me see what you're made of!"

woohoo hoo...

Amidst howling winds, planes flew in one after another.

They weren't armed; instead, they carried coffins the size of beds, and through the transparent lids, you could see all sorts of monsters lying inside.

They are large in size, have animalistic features, yet possess hands and feet like humans.

"Is this a familiar?"

Accardo tilted his head slightly, looking somewhat confused.

He did not shoot down the planes, allowing the enemy to approach and drop coffins one by one.

bang bang bang...

The coffin was smashed to pieces on the ground.

The slumbering monster awoke, roaring and howling, and then charged toward Alucard.

However, it seems they are holding back on something.

As if waiting for something, they suppressed their inner restlessness and remained around Accardo without attacking.

"How interesting!"

Accardo's smile widened, and he became even more excited.

These monsters are very strange.

They were sleeping in coffins the size of a double bed, but after emerging from the coffins, they swelled to the size of a house or shrunk to the size of a normal person.

Furthermore, they are all rational.

Alucard could tell at a glance that although these monsters had fierce eyes and drool at the corners of their mouths, they were also filled with human greed and excitement.

"Why don't you take action?"

Why are you still waiting?

What are you afraid of?

What are you worried about?

Alucard, holding guns in both hands with his arms hanging at his sides, asked with a mixture of excitement and confusion, "If you're afraid, why did you come here?"

If you have reservations, why go to the battlefield?

If you still have a trump card, why not use it from the beginning?

Do you think I'm not good enough, or am I not ready?

"Whichever option you choose, if you won't attack, then I'll start first. Anyway, I won't let anyone continue to live..."

Accardo crossed his arms over his chest, holding two pistols, one black and one white, symmetrically positioned on either side of his head, and exhaled deeply.

Call ~

A gentle breeze is blowing.

It seemed to bring a strange fear, making the monsters' already restless hearts even more uneasy. They bared their teeth and claws, hissed and roared, and issued threats.

"Control the restraints, Zero Type, Liberate."

"My name is Hermes, and the wings of the bird of song govern my heart."

The words of power were uttered from the corner of his mouth, and the coffin hidden somewhere trembled, slowly opening a corner.

Endless blood transformed into tentacles that floated out from within.

A six-pointed star magic circle appeared on the coffin lid.

In the wilderness, an even greater terror descended.

The monsters could no longer contain their unease and roared as they charged toward Alucard.

P.S.: This account is now level 4, so I can post pictures in chapters, but only one picture at a time. I will post pictures of the corresponding characters at the end of each chapter from now on.

Chapter 212 Dead River

The monsters' attacks, while not as visually striking as modern firepower, are far more powerful.

The sheer size and power of that massive body caused the earth to tremble just from its running.

That agile body can come and go without a trace.

The alien's body can launch attacks from angles that humans cannot even imagine.

Although only the front row could attack Accardo, the sight of them roaring and charging forward in unison was still breathtaking and unforgettable.

At the same time, an even larger army of flying demons arrived.

A vast army of flying demons with bat wings and demonic bodies, densely packed together, formed a dense black dot that even blocked the moonlight as they flew in from afar.

On the distant horizon, dark knights surged forth from the mountains and plains.

However, they were faced with attacks coming from all directions.

Accardo remained calm, showing no sign of tension, and didn't even glance at the source of the power as he directly unleashed it.

Puff puff……

Fists swung, claws tore, tails swept, tentacles raged...

The monsters' varied attacks seemed to hit the water and disappear into it, unable to cause Alucard any harm. Alucard himself was instantly turned into a sea of ​​blood the moment he was hit.

No, calling it a sea of ​​blood isn't quite right either.

It would be more accurate to describe it as a blood clot, five or six meters in diameter, floating in the air and flowing irregularly.

Having altered its physical form, Alucard ignored all attacks and continued to surge and roll.

then……

Splash...

Playing cards flew out of the blood, filling the sky in an instant.

The monsters gathered in the front row paused for a moment, then separated.

Those enormous or tiny yet agile bodies seemed to be sliced ​​by a sharp blade, from the waist and abdomen, from the neck, from the head, from the shoulders and abdomen, or from... In short, all of the dozen or so monsters closest to Alucard were cut apart the instant the playing cards flew into the sky.

boom!

A crisp gunshot rang out.

Bullets glowing with purple light flew out of the sea of ​​blood, leaving trails of light as they pierced through a row of monsters hundreds of meters long before turning and flying into the sky to meet the flying ghost legion that had just arrived on the battlefield and had not yet joined the fight.

Puff puff puff!!

The bullets pierced through the bodies of flying ghosts, then veered and pierced through them in mid-air.

In an instant, cries of agony filled the air, and corpses piled up like dumplings.

At this moment, the sea of ​​blood swelled, and the blood surged and roared in all directions like a flood.

Crimson eyeballs opened in the sea of ​​blood, thick resentment swirling around them, causing the temperature to plummet.

Horror, horror, horror...

They are always the ones who instill fear in others. Even among the vampires, these unique vampires, who are considered monsters, are filled with fear when faced with a river of blood containing endless undead.