He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

Not only are they cowardly, they also lack wisdom.

Even if we retreat, what difference will it make?

They came looking for me; if they don't defeat me, I'll chase after them even if they retreat to the last corner.

but……

“If it’s a feigned weakness to lure the enemy, then that’s interesting.” As if he had thought of something, a smile appeared on Accardo’s face.

He raised the sword of the king.

As if sensing something, the undead army all turned around, their gazes fixed on this spot.

"Kill the enemy on sight! I want to ensure that no one in this country lives before dawn!"

"Hoohoho!!!"

The undead army roared madly, then tore at the remaining members of the army even more frantically.

Dark Knight, Monster, Flying Demon...

Those who were lucky enough to survive perished in an instant, their blood staining the earth red.

In less than five minutes, all living beings died.

A magnificent horse rose from Accardo's hind legs and carried him on its back.

Then, he looked up to the sky and roared.

Alucard raised his sword, and his army roared and howled, a sea of ​​blood churning and surging as they hurtled toward Dracula's city.

The rapids are very fast.

Within minutes, the earthen slope covered with various defensive fortifications came into view on the horizon.

The vampire soldiers were already in position.

Accardo paid no heed, raised his longsword, and charged forward with the army.

"They didn't hide in the back, but charged forward with the army?!" Fury's expression changed drastically.

If you hide in the back.

Then they could find a way to bypass the main army and face Akkado directly.

However, as Accardo charged forward with the army, he was always surrounded by a considerable number of troops, thus thwarting the plan to bypass the main force and directly attack Accardo.

"Alucard is at his strongest and weakest after opening the River of Death, because only then is there a possibility of killing him through conventional means!"

Gu Qing's words echoed in Fury's mind.

Fury finally understood what it meant to be at his strongest and weakest.

The weakest is the possibility of being killed.

He is the strongest because he has to face both his army and himself at the same time.

As for using a strategy to bypass the army and confront Arcado directly... perhaps someone could do that, but facing Arcado, who is an army in himself, no one is prepared to execute a strategy.

"The only option is to confront them head-on."

Gassner said calmly.

Although the plan failed, he appeared quite calm, as if he had expected this outcome from the beginning.

"We'll use firepower to tear a path, then combine our strengths to kill Alucard!"

"That's all we can do."

Fury nodded heavily, then looked at the orange cat in his arms and thought to himself: It's all up to you now, Flerken, you better give it your all!

……

Boom boom boom!!!

Even when the undead army was still several kilometers away, three hundred howitzers roared in unison, covering the entire battlefield. Each shell that exploded cleared an area of ​​about thirty meters.

But in an instant, it will be filled again.

The artillery fired at high speed, one shot every five seconds. Three hundred cannons fired freely, almost without interruption, clearing away the undead army in large numbers.

The terror of modern firepower is on full display.

However, despite the formidable firepower of modern weaponry.

But when faced with an army of over three million men, a mere three hundred cannons were simply too insignificant.

The vast expanse of blank space, relative to the entire battlefield, is like a drop of water in the ocean, creating an effect similar to the surface of the sea on a rainy day, constantly rippling with raindrops.

Furthermore, the entire undead army obeys Alucard's orders.

There were no delays in orders, no retreats in the face of death, and the advance was fueled by a sea of ​​blood.

These three factors combined allowed the undead army to rush forward after only a few cannon shots, and they charged up the slope by piling on top of each other.

Despite the vampire army's frantic barrage of modern firepower, including machine guns, mortars, and grenades, they were unable to overcome the overwhelming enemy advance.

What made them even more desperate was that the monster legion, the dark knight legion, and the flying ghosts, who had previously fought alongside them as comrades, had all been resurrected as an undead army.

Gassner's plan failed once again.

Chapter 214 The Heart is Fickle

The roar of cannons and the deafening cries of battle filled the air.

The battlefield, stretching for dozens of miles, was filled with an army of the undead.

On the earthen slope.

The vampire army fought desperately.

Thousands of machine guns, thousands of mortars, thousands of grenade launchers, tens of thousands of automatic rifles, thousands of archers... They shouted at the top of their lungs, desperately pulling the triggers and drawing their bows, weaving an impenetrable hail of bullets in front of the battle lines, holding the undead army ten meters away.

Spearmen, swordsmen, and other soldiers stood ready, swiftly dispatching any who managed to escape.

The cannons behind the lines continued to roar, firing towards the enemy's rear to relieve pressure on the position.

But, five minutes.

In just five minutes, the position was breached.

The cards flying everywhere resembled precision missiles, landing on the machine gun positions and extinguishing their firepower. The magic bullets, trailing trails of light, traversed the battlefield like the Grim Reaper's scythe... neither machinery nor people escaped destruction.

In an instant, their firepower was greatly reduced.

The Dark Knights, the Monster Legion, the Last Battalion, the Church's Inquisition's execution force, and some of the Flying Demon Legion make their appearance.

In particular, the Dark Knights and the Monster Legion, once the most powerful elite forces of the vampire army, are now launching a counterattack against them as undead.

Without the cover of powerful firepower, the vampires were unable to hinder the two elite legions, and the swordsmen and spearmen were no match for them. The dark knights charged back and forth as if they were in an empty field, and the monsters lived up to their names, tearing any they grabbed in half and swallowing them whole.

The vampires are doomed.

Gassner's already pale face grew even paler, but he felt no fear in his heart.

He was a very cautious person.

Although he didn't know why his father was inexplicably confident after watching the live broadcast of Vlad III's battle with Raizo and others, he could roughly estimate Alucard's strength from his reaction of being wary of him when he woke up yesterday.

Therefore, although he was full of confidence in his army, he was not blindly optimistic, but had already paid the price of defeat.

(Father, although I don't know what your trump card is, if you have something like this, please use it as soon as possible!)

Gasner cried out in his heart, then drew his longsword and shouted, "Warriors of the Night Clan, fight in the name of the great Dracula! Die!"

"I think it is our honor to die in the name of the great Vampire King, representing all the Night Clan!" The envoy placed his left hand on his chest and then drew his knight's sword.

Nightmares from the shadows are summoned.

He leaped onto the mount and shouted, "No matter which clan you come from, fight with all your might! This is the battle for the survival of the Night Clan, it's either me or them!"

"It's either me or him!"

"It's either me or him!"

"It's either me or him!"

……

……

The soldiers shouted loudly, their voices rising in waves.

At the height of morale, the envoy raised his arms and shouted, "Go forth, warriors!"

"kill!"

The envoy took the lead.

Soldiers crawled out of the trenches, drew their swords or spears, and charged at the enemy.

Even from a high vantage point, they appear like tributaries flowing into the ocean, barely making a ripple, yet they remain steadfast and unwavering.

Those Nightbringers born elsewhere, who know nothing of their own history, might choose to surrender, but they will not.

Because they know.

Nobody welcomes night owls.

Nobody likes night owls.

In fact, all living beings despise the Night Clan.

Because they live on blood, they are predators of all living things.

Those ancient beings who awoke from antiquity personally experienced the wars with other races for living space.

They knew that no one in the world would accept their surrender.

Even if Dracula's strategy led the Night Clan to feign weakness and infiltrate the human race, preventing them from attacking the Night Clan and even prompting humans to lend a helping hand at this moment... that was only out of fear of harming the Night Clan, not out of genuine desire to help them.

The existence of the Night Clan is a scourge to the world.

This perception is deeply ingrained.