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Bang bang bang bang————

However, they all dodged it.

Arash's clairvoyance is Rank A, which doesn't allow him to see the complete future, but... he can still foresee some aspects of it.

He had seen through all of Accardo's attacks.

But—faced with this situation, Accardo was neither distressed nor angry; instead… he laughed even louder!

"Hahahaha—not bad! That's it, let me see. Are you a human? Or a pig? Hide! Hide! Hide as much as you want! Then pierce my heart! Hahahaha, hahahahahaha—"

*Pfft*

The arrow pierced his head, went through his chest, and broke his arm—

But it didn't work.

Accardo neither dodged nor flinched, he just kept pulling the trigger—

At some point, he was no longer shooting with one hand; a black gun had appeared in his other hand as well.

Although its rate of fire is not as high as the white one, its power is more than twice as great!

Accuracy is also important.

The white gun blocked Arash's escape route, and then the black gun delivered the fatal blow!

Chapter 232 Command Seals

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A bloody gash was left on Arash's cheek.

If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it!

Even if he keeps dodging, he will inevitably be attacked.

He was legendary for never being wounded even on the battlefield and for never being sick since birth.

But now, this legend has been broken!

Even if it was just a small cut on his cheek, with hardly any blood flowing out, it was still the same.

It's just a small wound now, so what's next?

Next, the second and third stages will appear—

On the other hand, it was the opposite for Accardo.

I'm covered in wounds!

His arms were broken countless times, his head was shot through countless times, and his heart was pierced countless times!

But—it's still there.

The attack is still ongoing!

He was laughing—a wild, arrogant laugh, especially when he was injured, he seemed even happier.

"What? Not attacking anymore? Tired? Is this all you've got?"

“No,” Arash said, drawing his bowstring taut. “I’m just wondering… who are you?”

“Me,” Alucard smiled, “I am Lancer of the Black Faction in this Holy Grail War, my real name is Alucard.”

"Lancer—?" Arash was stunned.

"What? Is it strange?"

"Ah...yes, I didn't expect Lacner to use a pistol...what? Are pistols considered a type of gun now? That's strange." Arash laughed like a child.

At the same time, he released the arrow from his hand.

The arrow blasted Alucard's upper body away with a single strike.

Blood covered the rooftop terrace.

"Would that be useful?" Although Saber had said that even if she used her Noble Phantasm to vaporize Alucard, she still couldn't kill him, Arash still wanted to see it with his own eyes, at least to witness his resurrection.

This will allow us to determine exactly what happened with his resurrection!

boom--

Just then.

Arash's expression changed as he stared intently at the remaining half of the corpse.

An arm had appeared out of nowhere from beneath his feet—

It's just a severed arm and the black pistol still attached to it.

The pistol pulled the trigger—

The bullet was fired, and Arash, who was focused on the half of Alucard's body in the distance, was caught off guard and attacked.

Blood splattered out—

Arash only had time to raise his hands in front of his body, narrowly blocking the attack. But—his arms were now unusable.

My left arm is okay, but a large chunk of flesh has disappeared from my right arm, and I can't move it at all.

Not to mention drawing a bow and arrow.

Even so, a piece of flesh was cut off from her face.

"Hahahaha, it seems this is the end of it." Alucard laughed as he emerged from the ground like a shadow. Unlike his previous attire, this time Alucard appeared to be wearing a black straitjacket.

"No, I can still fight." Arash put away his bow, raised his left hand, and said with a smile, "I'm not the type who can't fight even if I lose an arm... well, although this is the first time I've suffered an injury of this magnitude."

"Oh...haha—not bad! Not bad! Come on, come on, I'm right here! The monster is right here! Attack! HURRY! HURRY! HURRY!"

"Of course, you don't need to tell me—"

As he spoke, Arash charged toward Alucard.

Regardless, we must at least know the truth about his resurrection and the truth about his abilities!

Chi-

Alucard clasped his hands together, and the crimson array on his gloves glowed—

"Wail! Wail! And then die—"

As Alucard spoke, he charged forward, his arm thrusting towards Arash like a spear—

boom--

Physical collision.

"Checkmate! Arash—"

flutter----

The sound of air being pierced...

Alucard's pupils contracted slightly as Arash vanished before him: "Is this... a Command Spell? Heh heh... heh heh ha ha ha ha ha—so be it. Well then, let him go this time. His life will be spared this once!"

However... it might not be so simple next time.

This time, he used a sneak attack to unexpectedly cripple Archer's arm.

Unlike swordsmen, who can wield a sword even without one hand, archers... how can they draw a bow without one hand?

Of course... it is actually possible. For Arash, even if he lost both hands, he could still draw his bow and shoot arrows, let alone lose one hand.

But—the opponent is Alucard. What good is it if you manage to shoot an arrow with all your might?

It's completely useless; it can't kill them at all.

Accardo once again put on his red coat and looked in the other direction.

That was a battle between Saber and Saber—

However, now an unexpected intruder has appeared...

......

"How are you? Are you alright?" Bartholomew asked, looking at Arash who had been summoned back by a Command Spell. Arash was a Servant summoned by one of the members of her Clone Squad.

"No, we're saved." Arash waved his left hand and laughed, "That guy is a monster, he's impossible to kill no matter what we do."

"Of course... you can't kill him without killing him millions of times..."

"Hmm? What? You know who he is?"

“Alucard…Dracula. Perhaps it’s a shame to say that…he’s not a being of this world, but a fantasy that shouldn’t exist.” Barthemello said, “I only discovered that recently…your injuries will take some time to heal, so you can take a look at that comic called ‘Hellsing’…he’s a character from that.”

"Comics... um, so you mean characters in a story?"

“Yes, that’s right.” Barthemello nodded, sat down to the side, and said with his short whip in hand, “However, that character has a prototype—Vlad III, the Grand Duke of Wallachia… so it’s not too surprising that he can be summoned. But… it will be difficult to kill him.”

"Difficult? In other words, not impossible?" Arash's eyes lit up slightly.

"That's right. Hercules has a Noble Phantasm called the Twelve Trials, which means you need to kill him twelve times to end his life. So Alucard's Noble Phantasm is equivalent to the Million Trials, which means you need to kill him millions of times to end his life. And... when he starts drinking blood again, his life will increase again!"

"!" Arash paused for a moment, then laughed: "So that's how it is. No wonder I can't kill him no matter what I do. He doesn't dodge or defend no matter how I attack him... So, it takes a million kills... That's really difficult. Even if he just stood there and let me hit him, it might not be effective."

“However, there is another way,” Barthemello said again.

Chapter 233 The Real Referee

“Yes…or rather, that’s more likely…” Bartholomew said, “Unleash his Noble Phantasm, and all the millions of souls he possesses will be released, and their attack spells will be unleashed. At that point, we can kill Alucard.”

“Haha, it’s still a bit difficult.” Arash shook his head: “By the way, I don’t know why that Lancer knows my real name.”

"Does he know your real name?"

“Yes.” Arash nodded. “I definitely heard him call my name.”

"...Don't worry about it, just get some rest," Barthez said, frowning slightly.