I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

"Welcome, Your Highness Leticia."

The blurry figure that had been flying high in the sky was now standing on the roof of a house in the town, and bowed slightly to Leticia like an elegant gentleman.

"This blessing game took a lot of my effort to design and perfect for Your Highness. I hope you enjoy it."

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Dracula, the Piercing Demon King

If we were to talk about the most famous supernatural creatures in the world, the ever-mysterious vampire would undoubtedly be one of them.

Because of the eeriness and excitement inherent in vampires, countless creators seem to have a special fondness for this fantastical aristocrat of the night.

Therefore, vampires have appeared countless times in numerous literary and film works, leaving a very deep impression on everyone.

But ultimately, what kind of image do vampires, with such a far-reaching reputation, have in the eyes of the world?

He is a pale, thin man dressed in ancient costume and wearing a black cloak, hiding in a coffin in a rotten and dirty ancient castle in a remote place, passing his eternal life by sleeping.

Or is he an elusive, bloodthirsty, and ambitious schemer who hides in the shadows, plotting a grand conspiracy against humanity?

Or perhaps, a handsome and elegant, gentle and beautiful, romantic and passionate young man and woman?

All of the above, regardless of the interpretation from any aspect or angle, are actually part of people's understanding of vampires.

And at this moment, a gentlemanly man appeared before everyone.

His appearance, clothing, and behavior all conform to the legend of vampires, even giving people a very contradictory feeling.

His scarlet eyes shone with the wisdom befitting an intelligent being, yet at the same time, they also possessed an indescribable frenzy of bestial desire.

It seems to possess both complex and ever-changing genuine emotions, and an inherently undisguised madness and bloodlust.

Humanity and bestiality coexist.

Its true form is a fantastical monster born in the course of human history, embodying the fears, fantasies, and negative impressions that people have of vampires.

In the darkness of the blood moon, the vampire lord Dracula relentlessly sows death and terror.

(Note: In the original work, Leticia is the demon king who bears the name of Dracula. The Dracula in this book is an original creation by me, Fei Meng, and can be considered the previous Dracula. The story will be brought back together later.)

Upon noticing the appearance of the Demon King Dracula, Leticia cautiously drew her knight's sword from her waist, not daring to relax or be careless in the slightest.

"Your Highness, there is no need to be so nervous. I will not take the initiative to attack you before you have experienced the essence of this blessing game."

Dracula looked at Leticia's cautious little face and couldn't help but show a standard smile.

But with his blood-red lips and sickly pale face, he looked even more terrifying than the ghost in The Ring, as if his very existence was meant to create fear.

Then, Dracula slightly raised his gaze and looked at the three old men from the mountain who were reading and studying the contract documents, his eyes surging with a crazy and violent killing intent.

"I didn't expect that in addition to His Highness, other people would also be involved this time. But it's alright, I will take care of them all soon."

At the same time, the old man of the mountain, having roughly finished reading the contract, casually tossed it on the ground, and the eyes inside the skull mask looked at Dracula, who had just finished speaking.

Although he doesn't know how to crack the game, there's one more thing he can do now.

That means first eliminating the organizers according to the victory conditions, and then slowly spending time to unravel the so-called vampire legend.

Therefore, before Dracula could launch an attack, the Mountain Elder, emerging from the Netherfire, suddenly appeared in front of him with his greatsword, delivering a solid, powerful cleavage.

"Hand over the head!!"

Dracula, caught in the assassination attempt, didn't even notice how the Old Man of the Mountain appeared before him, but faced with the approaching blade, that question seemed irrelevant.

Just as the blade was about to touch Dracula, his body suddenly transformed into a swarm of dozens of black bats and vanished from the spot.

Dracula then materialized again on another rooftop, his gaze toward the Old Man of the Mountain icy cold, abandoning his usual disdain for others in the face of overwhelming power.

The old man of the mountain, having missed his attack, vanished from his spot once more. The next moment, he reappeared behind Dracula and swung his greatsword down toward the man's neck.

The demon king Dracula dodged the downward-slashing greatsword by sidestepping, and raised his hand to draw his spear, thrusting it like a dragon towards the old man's chest.

The jet-black greatsword slashed horizontally at the spear, and then Wang Ha stepped forward, closing in on Dracula's side, and delivered a powerful hook punch to Dracula's stomach with his left hand.

Dracula was sent flying by the immense force, landing on the wall of a small building in the town, his once crisp and neat robes now wrinkled and crumpled.

Leticia, who had been prepared for battle, was a little stunned. However, she was relieved after seeing the Mountain Elder completely overpower Dracula, but she still held her longsword, ready to join the battle at any time.

The punch, imbued with a dense aura of death, did not have the effect that the Old Man of the Mountain had expected. The seemingly disheveled Dracula only spat out a few mouthfuls of blood before pulling himself out of the wall.

"Hmm? Like the True Ancestors of the Dead Apostles, do the vampires of this world also possess varying degrees of immortality?"

Dracula had clearly realized that he could not gain the upper hand in close combat, so he plunged his spear into the ground, creating a dense array of piercing wooden stakes.

Faced with the impaling wooden stakes that seemed to appear from nowhere underground, the Old Man of the Mountain placed the Death-Telling Sword on the ground with one hand, killing all of them.

Taking advantage of the brief gap in the battle between the Mountain Elder and Dracula, Scáthach, who was always ready to fight, could not suppress her desire to take action and unleashed her Noble Phantasm.

She gripped a magic spear capable of reversing cause and effect in both hands, its tip slightly pointed downwards at the ground, and with a low shout, she shot towards Dracula at a speed sufficient to break the sound barrier.

"The Piercing Thorn Spear!!"

A point of red light first pierced the ground, but then refracted at an incredibly unbelievable angle, changing direction and piercing Dracula's heart with the force of a white rainbow piercing the sun.

After seeing Scáthach make her move, the Old Man of the Mountain did not interfere further, suggesting that he and Scáthach shared the same goal.

The purpose is to carefully assess one's own strength in the Little Garden by using Dracula, who is immortal and can be used as a punching bag for the time being, and to decide on the general strategy for the next move.

The zombie army we encountered before was far too weak and had no reference value whatsoever.

Dracula, whose heart had been pierced by Scáthach, once again transformed into scattered bats and disappeared into the night. Having suffered a setback and severe injuries, he urgently needed to find a place to sleep and quickly recover from his wounds.

Meanwhile, Merry, who had been observing the town's buildings, also made her own discovery: she realized that the place where she and her companions were located seemed to be an ordinary town in medieval Europe.

But if that's all there is to it, what is the connection between this town and the vampire legend?

Mary was puzzled by this, because according to the ancient texts passed down in the mystical world, the origins of vampire history were far older than a mere medieval town.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Let's Begin to Embrace Dihua (Dihua) Thought

"To uncover the original truth about vampires? In other words, how were vampires born?"

After looking around, Mary turned her gaze back to the black contract document, reading the short contents over and over again, but she couldn't find any traps or anything like that.

"If it's a restoration, there must be some hints, right? Otherwise, are we just being asked to guess and fill in the blanks?"

As she scratched her head, Mary muttered to herself, her delicate eyebrows furrowing in distress.

Merry, who was participating in the Gift Game for the first time, really didn't understand the specific process and winning conditions, let alone the dirty tricks that might be lurking there.

Although Leticia had already given them a basic introduction to the game, is there any comparability between a simple card game and this advanced game that even involves spatial transformation?

Encountering a hellish dungeon right after leaving the starting village—if this happened in a real game, players would have exploded and were cursing the game developers.

"Wait a minute. Isn't Leticia a vampire? And a genuine local vampire at that."

While Merry was internally ranting and raving, she suddenly realized the key point. She turned her head slightly to look at Leticia, who was still completely wrapped in her robes, and started talking to the little girl quite naturally.

"Miss Knight, the sun is already out, don't you feel hot wrapped up so tightly?"

Leticia, who had been focused on the battle, was taken aback by what she heard. Then she raised her hand and lifted her hood to reveal her delicate, porcelain doll-like face.

Her face was delicate and pretty, with small and well-proportioned features, and an expression as cold as an iceberg.

Her long, golden hair was tied back with a large black ribbon with white trim, and coupled with her taciturn nature, she looked like a life-sized doll.

Leticia's skin was very white, but not as pale as Dracula's; rather, it was a healthy white, as smooth as milk, and as smooth as cream.

The girl's crimson eyes reflected a red light as she stared at the direction Dracula had fled in bat form, her expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. Her small hand gripping the knight's sword tightened slightly.

"In terms of beauty, she seems to be on par with the female version of Arthur; both are typical Western beauties."

Subconsciously, Mary made a judgment in her mind based on the experience she had accumulated from decades of voyeurism, appreciating the so-called beautiful things in this world.

"But in today's world, it seems that cute lolis are still more sought after. Fake lolis like Artoria who look like teenage girls are long out of fashion."

Mary recalled the various best-selling games she played to pass the time during the boring period of the Holy Grail War.

Discovering Leticia's pitiful appearance, it was truly fitting to put a collar around her neck and then imprison her in a dark and gloomy castle.

It's so incredibly touching, it really evokes people's protective instincts!

Of course, if she could also play dress-up games, Mary would be even more satisfied. (Secretly wiping away drool)

Leticia, who was loosening the collar of her cloak, suddenly trembled, as if she sensed some indescribable great crisis.

Then, she noticed Mei-chan standing to the side, her eyes seemingly shining.

"Excuse me, is there something on my face?"

Feeling a little uneasy under Meryl's gaze, Leticia cautiously asked.

At the same time, she raised the knight's sword in her hand slightly, and Leticia, who was only nodding acquaintances with the old man of the mountain and his group for the time being, still maintained a high degree of vigilance.

"Hahaha, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright. I thought you would look similar to that vampire from before, but now that I look at you, you're basically two different races."

Mary smiled, raised her hand and waved, then took a few steps forward to shorten the distance between them, her face showing a very genuine surprise.

"By the way, since Leticia, you're also a vampire, do you have any ideas about the current situation?"

Faced with the professional 'drama queen' Meryl, who could graduate with excellent grades from the performance departments of media universities in various countries, the still young Leticia was immediately steered away from the topic and her attention was shifted to the Gift Game.

"Um, um..."

When faced with Melie's question, Leticia blushed with embarrassment, her jewel-like red eyes darted away, and she lowered her head slightly.

"Although I am indeed a vampire, I haven't really bothered to investigate such tedious and boring matters..."

On the other hand, the old man of the mountain, who had already seen the contract, no longer intended to study it himself.

The old man from the mountain, who doesn't like mystery games, used to delegate tasks to suitable people when faced with similar situations, while he would wait for the results.

In other words, he was planning to call for help.

In the middle of the town's road at night, the Old Man of the Mountain pulled out Frostmourne to break the magic circle's seal and once again took out the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, which symbolized the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

The surging magic power attracted the attention of everyone present. A blue and white magic circle appeared at the feet of the Mountain Elder, and a scarlet blood light flashed in his eye sockets.

"In the name of Ainz Ooal Gown, I command you, guardians of the seventh level of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, come before me!"

Scáthach watched the Old Man of the Mountain's actions with great interest, sensing a demonic aura emanating from the brightly lit magic circle—a high-ranking demon of immense power.

The light that had illuminated most of the town faded, and those who had answered the call of the old man of the mountain revealed their true forms.

The unidentified man was wearing an English suit and had elfin-like pointed ears, but his appearance was somewhat Eastern.