He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

The sea of ​​blood surged forth, engulfing everything in its path.

The monsters struggled desperately, trying to get up using their powerful physiques.

However, the hands of the dead reached out and grasped them firmly.

"Ah ah ah..."

The monsters screamed in agony as they were dragged into the sea of ​​blood in a panic.

In fact, the undead in the sea of ​​blood are not as powerful as imagined.

Although there are some strong individuals among them, the majority are just ordinary people.

But the unknown brings fear.

The vengeful spirits of the dead rise from the River of the Dead and drag the living into the River of the Dead... The psychological pressure this creates is unimaginable.

These vampire monsters possessed extraordinary mental fortitude, yet they still couldn't withstand the terror brought by the River of the Dead.

They lost their minds and fled like madmen, unable to use their strength, and were dragged into the river of blood.

Blood rivers spread, roaring and crashing across the wilderness plains.

Endless undead crawled out of the sea of ​​blood, howling and dragging away the living.

"Is that Alucard's army!?"

At the horizon, the legion commander who led the Dark Knights looked horrified.

This is on a plain.

But the sea of ​​blood was boundless, and the dead swarmed forward in dense, overwhelming numbers, yet there was still no end in sight.

This number is staggering.

"Commander, are you afraid?"

Gassner's voice came through the headset.

The legion commander paused for a moment, then replied firmly, "Of course not."

"Then let's charge in with all our might!"

Gasner's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something trivial. "You should know very well that if a cavalryman stops on the battlefield, he will be dragged off his horse by the infantry. If any of you become cowardly, slow down, stop, or even turn around and run away, then you will only be swallowed up by the army of the dead."

"I understand, I will not fail in my mission!"

The legion commander yanked the reins, raised his arm, and shouted, "Servants of our Lord, become darkness, live in darkness, draw upon darkness, forsake flesh and blood, and fight for the great Dracula!"

"Hoohoho!!!"

The Dark Knight's body was engulfed in black flames, and his steed galloped and burned, transforming into a knight of hell, like a torrent of black iron rushing towards the sea of ​​blood.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

As if in response to the Black Knights, the sea of ​​blood surged with tsunami-like waves, and deafening battle cries emanated from within.

The intense, chilling atmosphere was terrifying.

One after another, undead knights, spears in hand, surged forth from the sea of ​​blood, charging toward the dark knights on the horizon.

The monsters and wreckage along the way were all devoured.

This undead knight force only numbers a few thousand, and judging from their weapons and attire, they bear a striking resemblance to the Dark Knights.

The Dark Knights commander's mouth dropped open slightly. "This cavalry regiment, could it be... the Royal Knights?"

The legion commander quickly looked around.

Among the dead in the sea of ​​blood were ordinary people dressed as Arab civilians, soldiers carrying the battle flag of the Ottoman Empire, priests in priest's robes and Crusader armor, World War II soldiers wearing armbands with an asterisk, and ordinary people dressed in modern clothes...

"That guy!"

The legion commander raised his horrified face, staring incredulously at the blood-red figure in the center of the sea of ​​blood, and couldn't help but feel angry. "This guy has even devoured his own army, his own servants, and his own civilians. I will never acknowledge him as Lord Dracula, not even as a counterpart!"

Dracula was not born a vampire.

He transformed himself into a hero of the Night Clan in order to protect his country and people from the Ottoman Empire's army... At least, to the people of this country, Dracula is a hero.

But Accardo devoured everything he had.

He absolutely disagrees with Accardo.

He vowed to kill this being who insulted Dracula.

"Black Knight, charge!!"

Anger is roaring.

The flames on the legion commander burned even brighter, and the steed galloped even faster.

Encouraged, the knights under his command shouted and roared.

One black and one red.

Two torrents of steel collided on the vast plain.

However, the anticipated chaos and turmoil did not occur.

Some opinions are simply one-sided.

Those undead knights, their bodies completely shrouded in knightly armor, their faces obscured by darkness, their only recognizable feature being their fierce eyes, were somehow pierced through during a single charge.

This is also normal.

Blood is the currency of the soul; drinking blood is an exchange of life. Every time Alucard drinks the blood of someone, he gains that person's life.

Their strength remains the same as it was in life.

Royal Knights...

Although this is the elite of the elite, it is ultimately just an army of ordinary people. No matter how elite they are, they are fundamentally inferior to the vampire legion's ace, the "Dark Knights."

Despite being both Royal Knights, their strengths were worlds apart, which surprised the legion commander.

But he quickly came to his senses and burst into laughter.

"A fake is a fake. No matter how similar it is, it's just a product of another world, not the great Vampire King at all!" The legionary pointed his spear at the figure in the center of the sea of ​​blood and shouted, "These are just intimidating weaklings. Ignore them, fight your way out, and kill Alucard!"

"Hoohoho!!!"

The Dark Knights were greatly encouraged.

……

rear.

Gassner, Fury, and others learned about the battle situation immediately through images transmitted by satellite.

They were initially intimidated by Alucard's massive army, but their unease dissipated as the Dark Knights charged and instantly crushed the enemy cavalry.

"It seems that Alucard is a inferior version of Dracula."

Rod said with a smile.

During this time, he also learned about the concept of the multiverse through Tony and realized that different worlds contain different versions of himself.

Some are excellent, some are terrible.

In short, they are all different.

Seeing the clash between the two Dracula cavalry regiments end in an instant, he couldn't help but underestimate Alucard.

But Fury ignored him.

He watched intently as the battlefield unfolded on the screen.

He still remembers Gu Qing's words perfectly.

He knew that Accardo was not that simple.

……

On the battlefield.

With the Dark Knights setting an example, the monster army found its backbone and mustered the courage to fight back.

Their massive bodies can knock down several undead with a wave of their hand, and a flick of their tails can send a group of people flying. Even agile monsters can weave through crowds.

"Haha...it's just that it looks scary!"

The monster legion commander, a monstrous vampire with a body like the Hulk, demonic wings on his back, and arms as thick as lampposts, tore an undead soldier in two, letting the blood flow all over his body as he laughed wildly.

Like a demon king descended to earth.

The surviving monster army was greatly encouraged and roared as they launched a counterattack.

In an instant, the sounds of battle shook the heavens, and severed limbs flew everywhere.

Accardo has transformed into the appearance of the King of Romania... with long black hair flowing across the ocean, a weathered face, wearing bright red armor and a cloak, and holding a king's sword.

He stood tall in the middle of the sea of ​​blood, his eyes sweeping across the battlefield with an unwavering composure, showing no emotional fluctuation even as his army was being slaughtered.

He is now the king, and he must consider the overall situation.

This is fundamentally different from the previous Alucard who could recklessly do whatever he wanted.

Endless blood gushed from beneath his feet, and countless spirits writhed in the sea of ​​blood.

Dark Knights, Monster Legion...

These two elite Dracula armies broke through Alucard's army with unstoppable momentum, continuously slaughtering the undead.

But after a while, they discovered it.

The number of enemies around him did not decrease in the slightest, nor did the distance between him and Accardo shorten in the slightest.

And they started to pant.

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Chapter 213 War War

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