Madam, I like you.

　Looking at the endless sea of ​​corpses and blood, at the army of vampires he had created, Kaz raised his arms and shouted, "These 200,000 vampires are not here to defeat you. They are here to fulfill their original purpose, to fulfill the original purpose of my creating vampires with the Stone Mask."

　"Two hundred thousand vampires are my backup granary, backup bodies, and backup weapons. They can replenish my depleted physical strength and life energy, allowing me to always stay in peak condition to deal with you!"

　"That's why I can go all out now, without hesitation using the Light Stream technique! This war is a two hundred thousand to one war. I will use the weight of two hundred thousand vampires to tear you apart piece by piece!"

　"Be proud, vampire warrior! You have the qualifications to make me, Kaz, use all my strength and wisdom to think of a way to defeat you. I admit that you are above all humans, surpassing the great races, and the existence closest to perfect creatures!"

　As he spoke, Kaz's arm pierced the chest of the nearby vampire officer. In less than half a second, the vampire officer's skin withered rapidly, transforming into a dried-out mummy. Before his life force was drained, the vampire officer's expression showed no trace of fear. He raised his hand tremblingly in salute, his face filled with fanaticism and pride: "Long live Germany... The motherland will ultimately triumph!"

　The brainwashed German Nazi army is a truly fearless immortal army!

　Mo Yankong grinned, his laughter full of admiration and mockery. Only such an enemy could make Mo Yankong feel so refreshed in battle.

　Chapter 153 Trump Card

　After sucking the life energy of the vampire officer, Kaz threw the officer's body away like a piece of trash, put his right hand around his waist, raised his left hand, and another stream of saw blade popped out from his arm.

　Buzz!

　Mo Yankong's ears were ringing with the sound of buzzing insects, streaking across the wreckage of the airship. However, no matter where he fled, he could not escape the pursuit of the flying blades. The unfortunate vampires around him were cut into pieces by Kaz's blades before they could even scream.

　Swish!

　Mo Yankong's right arm was cut off by the light blade, and his face froze. The Apostle of the Dead River rushed out from Mo Yankong's right hand, biting towards the colorful blade light. The bloody shadow swallowed all the attacking blade light into the Dead River.

　"Blocked it!?" Kaz's expression suddenly changed.

　Mo Yankong was also thinking about how to deal with it: "It is impossible to defeat Kaz while holding back. That's it."

　"Go ahead and eat all the vampires nearby."

　The Dead River Apostle separated from Mo Yankong's right hand, grinning, revealing sharp and intertwined fangs, and bit the upper body of a vampire soldier who pounced on him into pieces with one bite.

　"I finally figured out what these blade lights are. These are attack methods that don't exist in the original world." Mo Yankong's brows relaxed, and his right arm, which had turned into a blood-red shadow, spit out a gear saw blade. The blade was less than 0.5 cm wide and about the length of a finger.

　These gear saw blades were originally placed on Kaz's brilliant sliding blades, and were thrown out when rotating at high speed. Under the action of strong centrifugal force, these slender sliding blades rotated at high speed with the gears as the center.

　Someone once did an experiment in which a piece of ordinary white paper replaced the cutting blade of a cutting machine. The result was that an ordinary piece of white paper could easily cut through hard plastic and wood when rotating at high speed.

　The rotating saw blade controlled by Kaz was faster and the metal blade was sharper. Mo Yankong could not imagine anything in this world that could not be cut by these rotating saw blades, including Mo Yankong's metal body.

　The production of these saw blades will inevitably consume a large amount of life energy. There are 100,000 vampire soldiers in this sea area as food for Kaz, which solves the biggest shortcoming of performing this move!

　Kaz absorbs the blood of vampire soldiers and uses the iron in their blood to create these saw blades.

　"What a great creature! What a Kaz!" Mo Yankong chuckled. Before this battle, Mo Yankong destroyed more than half of the airships, and there were more than 100,000 vampires left. He needed to kill the remaining 100,000 vampires before he could wipe out Kaz, the Pillar Man!

　In fact, Kaz's surprise was not as great as Mo Yankong's. He had no idea what special attack methods Mo Yankong had, and he couldn't imagine how Mo Yankong created that giant wolf out of thin air.

　On the battlefield, the Dead River Apostle was like a heavy tank, slaying vampire soldiers one by one. Bullets hit it without any pain. Whenever the Dead River Apostle opened its mouth, a straight line of vampire bodies in front of it would disappear, leaving an extremely smooth cut on the wreckage of the airship.

　After eating the vampire, the Dead River Apostle turned around, staring at Kaz, the man in the pillar, with his scarlet vertical pupils, and saliva mixed with blood flowed out.

　Kaz didn't dare to be careless. He used his brilliant blade to block Mo Yankong's movement space and kept a close eye on the strange black giant wolf. "Creating life, has he become a perfect creature? Everything about him is something only a perfect creature can do. He can change his body structure at will and use his own body genes to create life!"

　"No, if he has become a perfect creature, my attacks will have no effect on him."

　"There's still a chance. He's dodging his attacks, which means he thinks it's necessary. Just as he thought, he's not completely immortal. Just keep attacking and crush him with the life energy of these 200,000 vampires!"

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　"Card

　"Lord Kaz... I have no place in this battle. Between this vampire and Lord Kaz, my existence is no different from those of the vampires." In the cabin of the airship, Waum, still dressed in his original style, watched the battle underground through a telescope with a gloomy expression.

　He once thought that the contents of the envelope sent by Esdeath were too exaggerated, and that Kaz's decision to wait until his 200,000-strong vampire army attacked Venice was too cautious. Not allowing him to find Jojo for a decisive battle before the poison took effect was a complete loss of the dignity of a warrior and a great clan.

　For the dignity of a warrior, Waumu could fight to the death, but for Kaz's wish, Waumu was willing to give up his own dignity as a warrior.

　"What would happen if I disobeyed Lord Kaz's orders and came to Venice, facing such a monster?"

　"It's probably not much different from Santana's ending." Waum sighed.

　The airship is heading towards Venice. In this mission, Waum's task is to contain the Ripple Clan and prevent them from interfering in the battle between Kaz and Mo Yankong.

　Kaz did not fully grasp the information about Mo Yankong's abilities. Although he seemed to be at an advantage in the battle, it was actually no different from walking on a tightrope. The Ripple Clan was like the wind, and just a little bit of it could cause Kaz on the tightrope to lose his balance and fall off a cliff.

　The airship flew over the floating city, which was now a sea of ​​fire. Thick smoke billowed as Waum looked at the scene below in amazement. "What happened? Why are the vampire soldiers at a disadvantage?"

　In the town below, vampire soldiers were fleeing everywhere. From the sky, one could see these vampire soldiers hiding on the rooftops. Then Waum saw that a vampire soldier discovered by the mercenaries was hit by a beam of light. His body stiffened and hardened, turning into a pile of powder that floated away.

　Waum frowned and muttered to himself, "Those lights are... solar radiating devices!"

　He was no stranger to ultraviolet radiation devices. He had been exposed to these rays before waking up from his sleep. He was able to escape only when he found an opportunity when the rays were blocked by human figures.

　"Everyone prepare to land, bring your equipment, our target is the Ripple Clan, kill them on sight."

　Waumu focused his attention on the mercenary team and quickly spotted the unexpected figure, the young man using ripple energy in the crowd. He muttered in disbelief, "Impossible! Why didn't that guy, why didn't Jojo die from the poison? There's no way there's an antidote for a poison made from one's own body cells."

　Waum touched his chin and shook his head. "No, if it was the guy who fought Lord Kaz who helped, since he's not human, it wouldn't be surprising if he could extract the poison or develop an antidote."

　The man in the pillar's face was full of fighting spirit: "That's right, Jojo, let's continue the ceremony between us and complete this death wedding!"

　Waum punched the tempered glass of the cabin and jumped down.

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　Chapter 154: Kaz! Kaz!

　"Kaz! Kaz!"

　Mo Yankong stood in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, shouting Kaz's name. His shouts were filled with endless joy, and his bright red eyes were filled with mockery. Facing the endless influx of vampire soldiers, he either shot them in the head with guns, or killed them with his metal arms, or devoured them with bloody shadows.

　"What's wrong? Why are you hiding? Haven't the long years erased your feelings? This is an inescapable battle for survival. Did you just throw everything you said into the wind? You're hiding like a frightened child, annoying me. But it doesn't matter, I will find you!"

　Mo Yankong quipped, reaching out to twist the vampire's head off. The headless vampire soldier tried to advance, but the blood-red shadow beneath him grabbed him and dragged him down bit by bit. Just as he'd dispatched one, another, its head shot by a quilt, stood before Mo Yankong as if nothing had happened. The Dead River Apostle swooped in from the side and devoured it.

　Mo Yankong felt like he had entered an ant nest, surrounded and attacked by a vast number of ants.

　The black giant wolf's scarlet eyes swept across the group of vampires in front of it, trying to find Kaz among them. To it, that was food full of life energy and extremely delicious.

　When Mo Yankong summoned the Dead River Apostle, Kaz, sensing a fatal threat, "escaped" and hid in the body of a vampire, resulting in the current stalemate.

　"Uuuuuu——"

　The Dead River Apostle grinned, his fangs sharp and exposed. With a few opening and closing of his fangs, the upper bodies of a dozen vampires in front of him were swallowed up out of thin air, leaving only their heads and a small part of their legs.

　The vampire soldiers didn't care at all, their eyes were still fanatical, and the only head left was biting the canvas of the airship wreckage with its mouth and struggling to move forward bit by bit. On the way, the heads of several vampire soldiers stopped moving.

　"Long live Germany!"

　"Everything... everything is for Lord Kaz!"

　"Long live the motherland!"

　They consumed too much life energy in this war. Until the vampire body could no longer support their recovery

　The injuries squeezed the body's vital energy to the extreme, and the patient died like an old man on his deathbed.

　Eating is a living instinct that can bring joy to humans, while devouring souls and lives is Dead River's eating behavior. He has devoured a large number of vampire bodies and souls. Mo Yankong also knows that his mental state is extremely abnormal, but so what?

　The high spirits filled the emptiness that Mo Yankong had felt since he became a vampire. It was a higher pleasure than anything that could be brought by sucking blood.

　Speaking of obscene, it is almost in an erect state.

　In the distance, Kaz, hiding beneath the wreckage of the airship, witnessed the shocking scene before him. His body trembled, his muscles tensed. Facing an unkillable monster, he tasted fear for the first time. If he didn't have a compelling reason to kill Mo Yankong, Kaz would have turned and fled.

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　"Esdeath, is this the fear you felt before you died? The feeling of powerlessness in the face of inhuman beings, beings superior to you..."

　It was obvious that Mo Yankong's body did not give him a sense of danger, and Mo Yankong's ability to control the blood-colored shadow did not have much effect on him. What made Kaz feel terrified was the monster that had truly erased his own emotions, biological instincts, and enjoyed killing.

　Kaka-

　The muscles of the vampire soldier occupied by Kaz withered, and his bones were devoured by Kaz's body, gradually turning back into Kaz's appearance. He reached out his hand to the outside, grabbed the right leg of a vampire soldier, and his flesh, blood and bones drilled into the body of the vampire soldier bit by bit, merging with him.

　Kaz, who had transformed into a vampire soldier again, rushed out, shooting at Mo Yankong in the distance with the submachine gun in his hand.

　Da da da--

　Gunfire flickered in the darkness, and Mo Yankong and the nearby vampire soldiers were swept by bullets. Mo Yankong, whose body was covered with gunshot wounds, grabbed the neck of the vampire in front of him and bit it, causing a large amount of blood to spurt out.

　Mo Yankong spat out the neck meat in his mouth and laughed wantonly: "Your blood stinks worse than the sewer, it's only fit to feed dogs."

　The blood flowed back to heal the gunshot wound on Mo Yankong's body.

　The vampire soldiers around who had run out of ammunition threw away their submachine guns, opened their mouths to reveal their sharp fangs, and pounced on Mo Yankong with a grim smile.

　No matter how tenacious the vampire's vitality is, the number of vampires around is much less than an hour ago. What kills the most vampires is not bullets, but the strange blood-red shadows under Mo Yankong's feet. Any vampire swallowed by it has no possibility of resurrection.

　In the darkness, Kaz attacked while thinking about how to deal with Mo Yankong and the black giant wolf with strange abilities. "Dawn will come in three hours. We still have time. I can continue to use the vampire soldiers to drain his life energy. My own abilities cannot deal with him and the black giant wolf at the same time."

　Suddenly, Kaz's eyes froze, and he nearly lost control of his vampire body. He saw a faint light flickering inside Mo Yankong's chest, punctured by the bullet. It was the glow of the Perfect Edge Redstone. He was thrilled at first, then hesitant, wondering whether to continue draining Mo Yankong's life force or launch a surprise attack to seize the Perfect Edge Redstone.

　"Chance!"

　He carefully observed Mo Yankong's state. "He seems completely absorbed in killing. Why should I fight him? I only need to seize the Aizhe Red Stone, escape, and wait for the dawn. After I transform into a perfect creature, I'll have plenty of opportunities to kill him and avenge Esdeath and Santana!"

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　"That's quite cautious, Kaz."

　Mo Yankong was secretly worried. While he seemed to be enjoying the thrill of killing, his rationality had not yet been lost. Since Kaz's disappearance, even the Dead River Apostles, who could sense the intensity of life energy, had been unable to locate him.

　Mo Yankong was thinking about how to lure Kaz out and kill him with one blow.

　One of the trump cards, the Dead River Apostle, has been revealed, as well as an ultraviolet radiation device. How can a death trap be designed?

　"Deliberately revealing a flaw? I've been killed by Kaz dozens of times. Will Kaz attack if I reveal a fatal flaw?"

　"No, Kaz is a calm and sinister person. He won't expose himself for a chance to kill him once."

　Mo Yankong tried to think from another perspective. The appearance of the Dead River Apostle and Kaz's secluded observation were enough to prove his character.

　We need something that can attract Kaz to take the initiative, something that can make Kaz look sideways and lose his rational thinking.

　"Perfect Azer Redstone."

　Therefore, when fighting with the vampire soldiers, Mo Yankong deliberately placed the Perfect Edge Redstone on his chest, waiting for Kaz's sneak attack. Half of his bloodthirsty appearance was for Kaz to see, to lower his vigilance.

　This move is very similar to the method used by Kaz in "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" to deal with Lisa Lisa by making a feint to the east and attacking in the west. Both sides are as cunning as foxes, and it is like a fishing competition, competing for each other's endurance.

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　Chapter 155 Capturing Kaz

　After the bait was put down, Mo Yankong was not afraid that Kaz would not take the bait. Mo Yankong now had about ten chances to revive. Kaz didn't know that without a head-on battle between the two sides, Kaz could not quickly consume the life energy stored in the Dead River.

　There are less than three hours left until sunrise, which will declare Kaz's defeat in an instant. He needs to make a decision before sunrise but he doesn't know where Mo Yankong's limit is.

　Now, there is a great opportunity for Kaz to break the deadlock.

　Bang bang bang!

　Mo Yankong had a bloodthirsty smile on his face, and his fingers kept

　Pulling the trigger and shooting became an instinct of the body. Guns and bullets were old-fashioned weapons in this world with relatively weak power. It was difficult to kill vampires anyway.

　Mo Yankong concentrated his mind. The sounds of gunfire, roars, growls, footsteps, and water faded away. His bloodshot eyes wandered over the bodies of all the vampires, searching for any abnormality.

　Although he was absolutely confident that he could lure Kaz into the trap, it was still a question whether Mo Yankong could hold on until then.

　Between extreme movement and extreme stillness, Mo Yankong pursed his lips slightly, and his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a vampire walking in an unusual manner, appearing to be extremely cautious in the crowded group of vampire soldiers.

　Mo Yankong remained calm and used his sharp claws to tear the bodies of several approaching vampire soldiers into three pieces.

　After the abnormal vampire soldier approached the security range, he maintained the same state and fired a shot at the vampire soldier.