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does not exist!

He wouldn't hold back at all; want to take him down? Sure! Come on! Rely on your own perseverance and courage to break through that endless army and stand before him.

We must truly defeat him!

Only people like this are qualified!

Instead of that king in the heavens—

"Damn bastard!"

Boom boom boom boom————

Countless Noble Phantasms were launched at Alucard.

But it didn't work!

"What use is an attack of this magnitude?" Alucard grinned as he leaped high into the air, facing the rain of light from the Noble Phantasm, repeatedly pulling the trigger and firing bullet after bullet.

sky.

Bats swarmed all around, tearing at Gilgamesh and Enkidu!

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Gilgamesh's expression also turned somewhat ugly.

Although he blocked bullets and bats, and continued to fire his Noble Phantasm, he couldn't kill him.

No matter what kind of attack you use, it won't work.

Attacks that suppress regeneration?

Do you have weapons specifically designed to target Dead Apostles?

He tried them all, but apart from the weapon that could stop the wound from healing and delay Alucard's actions, the others were completely useless!

Immortal body.

A truly immortal body.

Do you want to kill him millions of times?

The amount of magic power required to activate his treasure, Gate of Babylon, is not much, in fact, very low.

However—even he couldn't withstand the drain on that magic power after opening it millions of times.

*Pfft*

Finally, a bat broke through Gilgamesh's defenses and bit a small gash in his arm.

It was so tiny that only a little blood flowed out before it stopped.

but--

"damn it!"

brush----

The chains bound Alucard, but in the next moment, he transformed into countless bats, broke free, and surged above Gilgamesh: "Just die like this!"

bang bang-

Two pistols simultaneously pulled their triggers, firing two bullets at the back of Gilgamesh's head, who was completely unprepared.

Almost at the same time.

Several halos appeared around Accardo.

One after another, the treasures were shot at him!

The lightning bolts also engulfed him.

However, Accardo had no intention of dodging and just kept pulling the trigger.

The undead don't need to worry about their injuries; anyway... these things can't kill them!

boom----!

"Gil!" Enkidu walked over to Gilgamesh, who had landed on the ground. The wound on his chest was not important to him; he would recover soon.

but...

The situation on Gilgamesh's side is not good.

Although he was only slightly injured, with a little blood on Gilgamesh's forehead when he looked up, that was all; it was just a minor scalp injury.

but--

Looking at Alucard, who had fully recovered, in the distance, the two were speechless for a moment...

If things continue like this, Gilgamesh will be dragged down to his death if a good solution isn't found!

*Pfft*

Just then.

A black key suddenly pierced through Alucard's head!

Chapter 282 Testing

"Oh, the Holy Church?" Alucard regained his senses and turned around, looking at the group of dozens of people dressed as priests and laughing: "What? You also want to be sent to the Mage's Association and die here?"

“Not necessarily!” said Ambrose Conant, the leader. “As long as we can kill you here!”

As he spoke, he looked at Gilgamesh: "King of Heroes! The Holy Grail is yours! This vampire is ours, let us betray the Thirteen Divisions to deal with him!"

"Hahahaha—alright! Although it's embarrassing to talk about, I really can't do anything about that monster right now! Very well, he's yours to call! I have other things to do!" Gilgamesh said with a loud laugh.

“Yes, then, good luck, King of Heroes,” Ambrose Conant said, looking at Alucard. “Don’t forget our current names...maybe this is fate!”

“Haha—” Alucard laughed: “Indeed, perhaps so…but—you are too weak, far too weak compared to the one I have seen! How could such betrayal by the Thirteenth Division possibly touch my heart?”

Ambrose Conant frowned slightly. Wait a minute... they should be stronger.

In that comic, the Thirteenth Division was betrayed. They should have only needed a few people to wipe them out, but Alucard said they were relatively weak.

"Look behind you—? A traitor like this? How could someone like this possibly touch me!"

Ambrose Conant turned his head slightly, then froze for a moment.

The originally serious, death-ready application suddenly froze: "You guys—!!!"

"Ha...haha...sorry." Father Hansa, who was preparing to run away, said embarrassedly, "Well...isn't it too heroic to just die like this? Hmm, right, we just need to delay him a little...we won't need that many people to delay him, will we?"

"Come back here, all of you!" Ambrose Conant understood Alucard's meaning. Without unwavering conviction, no matter how strong you are, it's useless... How could these guys possibly touch that vampire!

but...

There's nothing we can do about it.

These guys were originally heretics, and many of them had no faith in God at all.

That's why he agreed to Hansa's suggestion to name the organization "Betrayal Section Thirteen"! And what happened? At the crucial moment, the person who made the suggestion actually ran away first!

What about your faith?!

"Well..." Hansa scratched his head: "Fighting monsters is fine, it's not like I haven't fought them before, but... monsters like these, which I have no chance of winning against and can't kill... I'd better forget about them."

"Hahahahahaha—!" Alucard burst into laughter: "In the end, you're nothing but a bunch of pigs! Dreaming of becoming human? Trying to run away? Wanting to escape? Giving up the fight? Have you realized your place? You're nothing but prey—wanting to escape? Did you ask the monster? Did you ask the monster if it had eaten its fill tonight?"

Shadows appeared all around, and figures crawled out of the blood-red shadows, surrounding the people of the Holy Church.

“Unfortunately, the monster is still very hungry tonight and hasn’t had a proper meal. So… leave them all here.” Alucard said, narrowing his eyes. “None of them will escape; they’ll all be stuffed into my belly!”

"That is—?"

As Ambrose Conant looked at the people emerging from the shadows all around him, his expression changed. Those people all around him... were all magicians!

Clone... team.

The army that Alucard had wiped out by the Magic Association had become his subordinates.

He was one of those in the River of Death.

"So, what should we do?" Alucard held the head of a Church agent he had somehow managed to grab in his hand, blood splattering from his grip.

With a maniacal laugh on his face, he said, "What can you do in the face of a monster like this! Are you going to turn your back on me and run away? Or... charge straight at me?"

"Charge—!" Ambrose Conant roared, "You all see the situation now... Well, whatever, do whatever you want! But—those who have faith in the Lord! We're going after the traitors—"

"Um...should we recite our lines?" Hansa asked somewhat shyly.

"Get out of here—!"

boom--

The next moment, Ambrose Conant said nothing and charged straight at Accardo.

The powerful impact caused cracks to appear in the ground, but—

One obstacle after another appeared in front of him.

Walls, flames, ice...

The clothes were torn, and the skin slowly disappeared.

The mechanized body inside was revealed.

After the last battle, his body's mechanized area increased further after he recovered, and apart from his brain, there was nothing else that was in good condition.

Two black keys popped out from the robotic arm.

He beheaded the nearby magician, then roared and swung his sword at Alucard!

bang bang bang-

The bullet was fired.

They punched holes all over his body.

But they still made it through—

He charged towards Alucard!

"Well... there's no other way." Hansa sighed slightly, two black keys appeared in his hand, and he dodged to the side, firing the black keys!