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Blood was flowing freely from Alucard's body.

However, everything was blocked by something and did not splash out.

That's a barrier.

Layer upon layer of barriers, barriers that only allow entry, not exit!

hissing sound —

The area around the barrier was extremely hot, and Alucard's fingers, which touched the barrier, emitted a burnt smell.

"Go! Show him the professionalism of the Clone Squad!" Mavis, standing on high ground, issued the order.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The firepower ceased.

Now, the barrier is completely enveloped in blood.

We can't see what's inside at all.

roar----

The next moment, a huge black dog broke through the barrier and rushed into the magician's army.

"boom--"

but...

Unlike before, magicians today also have their own defenses.

The two familiars stopped the black dog together. The next moment, a magician enhanced his entire body and pierced through the black dog's brain, ending the familiar's life.

"It's over, Alucard—your nature dictates that without using your Noble Phantasm, you won't be able to break through the encirclement of this Clone squadron."

"Ha...hahaha—hahahaha—can't break through? With your abilities?"

Mavis's pupils contracted slightly.

Amidst the pool of blood, several people slowly crawled out.

"Those are...Dead Apostles?" Mavis's pupils contracted slightly. They were high-ranking Dead Apostles...high-ranking Dead Apostles who should have been killed!

I don't know why I ended up under his command!

Even with their Clone squad, they might not be able to take down two at the same time, and now... it would take three of those Dead Apostles!

That's not all.

There are also agents of the Holy Church.

as well as....

“Nolan Erskine…” One of the agents looked at the figure crawling out of Alucard’s blood with a grim expression, his lips twitching. It was… their former comrade.

And now, he has become a member of the Dead River under Alucard's command!

"monster--!"

"Heh heh...hahahaha—so come on! Magicians! You're facing a monster—so what are you? Humans? Dogs? Or monsters?"

Whizzing--

Two arrows were fired at the undead crawling out of Alucard's blood, and then—they were blocked by a wing—

"Then—magicians, your enemy is a monster! Come forth, heroic spirits! You are fighting against—the same heroic spirits!"

"Roar----!!!"

He roared in anger.

The white dragon that emerged from Alucard's blood roared.

"That's—?" Mordred stared at the white dragon in disbelief, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Although she had never met Vortigern.

But the instant she saw it, she knew: "That's the one Father once faced? The White Dragon of Britain..."

"Come on! Let's dance—with blood, let me show you what hell is. From now on... the tickets to hell are on sale!"

Blood splattered.

An immortal monster, three Dead Apostles, several Agents, and a magician who originally belonged to the Clone Squad.

In the sky, a white dragon roared.

The sword in Mordred's hand lost its luster.

Arash kept drawing back his bow, aiming each arrow at the white dragon in the sky—

"Excellent! This is hell! This painting is undoubtedly hell!" Shakespeare exclaimed. For the hell before him—

“Yes…it’s really good…” Shakespeare’s Master, Carlos Copperfield, who belonged to the democratic faction, smiled as he looked at the scene before him.

She smiled slightly, the corners of her mouth curving upwards.

Come on... This is the right way, this is the strong way.

Kill everyone...

Then he should die too... that way the final winner will be determined, and the final winner will be his Servant... that useless Caster!

“I feel embarrassed looking at me like that,” Shakespeare said, shrugging his shoulders.

Carlos Copperfield's lips twitched: "Get out of here!"

"Yes, yes, then let us go to a more suitable place to watch the battle. Everything before us will surely usher in a brand new chapter!"

......

"That wretched monster—!" the magician cried out in fear.

Throughout their lives, they have encountered all sorts of monsters and all sorts of dead apostles.

Even a damaged heart can regenerate.

Even if your head is cut off, you can still come back to life.

However, there is a limit to the number of times this can be done. It's said that you can't die, but in reality, you just haven't found the right method.

Magicians will find a way.

Kill.

but--

Sometimes, the unknown is not so scary. It is the known that is more terrifying.

For example, right now—

If you don't know who Accardo is or what his story is, you won't know.

They could try a way to kill him, laughing as they used magic, laughing as they dismembered him.

but--

Things change when everything becomes known.

There was only one way to kill him—at least, there was only one way they could do it.

With his millions of souls, kill him millions of times.

That's how you win.

That's how we win!

but--

"What a joke! How could a human possibly do this? How could anyone possibly accomplish such a thing!"

“No, there are.” Alucard pointed his gun at the magician who had lost both legs: “As for those of you who can’t do it, are you really human? Or dogs? You’re dogs, aren’t you! Just dogs!”

boom--!

"Gentlemen, the gates of hell have only just opened!"

Chapter 273 It's Only Just Beginning

"Oh, isn't this... Barthemello?"

Accardo pulled the trigger, killing the last magician standing before him. He laughed, a maniacal laugh: "Too bad, all your men, all your dogs, are dead."

"Not a single one left! How about that? Any thoughts?"

The surroundings had become hell.

Countless corpses lay on the ground.

The blood formed a river on the ground, flowing towards the center, towards Accardo.

In the distance, Saber and Archer were dealing with the white dragon.

The white dragon was covered in wounds, but it continued to roar.

The sky darkened.

It wasn't that the sun was setting or that dark clouds were appearing.

It was a bat.

I don't know when, but the sky was suddenly filled with bats, blocking out the sun...

"How about it? After dealing with those two, you only have two cards left in your hand after all this farce, right?" Alucard stretched out his hand and laughed. "As for that Caster... he doesn't have much fighting power, does he? Or do you think he can use his Noble Phantasm in front of me?"

Barthezmero clenched his fist.

She rushed over after receiving the call, only to find herself in this hellish scene. The gruesome sight was laid bare before her, revealing a bloody and unspeakable horror.

This was her mistake.

She is the core of the Clone team.

Without her... they simply couldn't unleash their full combat potential. Even if she were just there directing, they could still perform at a level far exceeding their usual strength.