The divine undead and the monks, the Orcs and Duran, blend together.
Sexuality and magic spread.
There was chaos as the blood spattered.
The battle for the king was long gone.
Bang, bang!
Duran, who looks like a demon, slams the floor with his feet.
One step, one step after the other, suddenly started to run.
I have enhanced all my physical abilities with my sexual strength.
Wonderful, AzTalun.
You fused the wand and the grimoire into the bone wrapped around the cannon.
Everything feels slow.
However, Duran and I were moving as fast as we were in other space-time.
Duran throws the Great Sword backward.
I swing my sword as hard as I can.
With a giant dagger swinging, a wave of hot heat and poisonous blood flames swept over you.
The flame of blood erupts when you fire at the forthcoming flame of blood.
I take a breath, but the magic seeps into my lungs.
“Kuooooooo-!"
Now strange voices have appeared that do not even speak human language.
Duran swings his sword as he lunges.
I raised the Dagger under the Cannon.
A dagger of blood is slammed into the ground.
Sexual and magical forces collide and scatter to all sides.
Obviously, it's strong to take off a human's hood.
My shoulders are squeaking.
The bouncing skills Charlotte used, I wish I'd learned them.
The twelve Muskets were aimed at the back of his head, and the speakers fired at him.
Duran's body is pierced and pierced.
Duran nods back and kneels.
Whenever he breathes, his body recovers.
Orc blood died fighting around him, and one of his self-immolations absorbed into his body. Duran's body recovers.
“I see. That's how many lives you have left. ”
Duran rises to his feet, startled, and sticks a cannon and a machete into his body.
The Great Sword pierces Duran's body.
Sacks of Power Gather.
Bone boots have trampled the ground.
The ground cracks and pushes the heavy body of Duran away with force.
“Kuooo, you monster! ”
“You speak human language. ”
Holocaust fired from the sack.
Duran's body blows through.
“Quourre-!"
Duran swings his sword and drops me.
You step back and clear the street.
Duran coughs up blood.
“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
Blood spills into the sky like a fountain.
The drop of blood rises into the air, and it drops like a bullet at the same time.
“Evacuate -!"
I stopped screaming.
A part of the monster army will collapse and rebuild.
The shields were made like umbrellas, protecting the monks.
I took a cannon and stopped the bloody bullets.
One of Duran's alterations disappears again.
His body recovers.
“Blood, I need blood. ”
Duran turns his head.
You want Basilisk's blood.
It was virtually all thanks to the help of blood that defeated King Lahamma.
I swing the Holy Water on the floor with my palm.
The holy water was scattered, scattered, and buried on the pierced walls, ceilings, and floors.
In the holy water, a skeleton protrudes and completely seals off the breached wall.
Duran wields his sword to tear down the wall, but it is too late.
He would, too.
“Looks like Tinya has reached the number of worlds. ”
Duran opens his mouth to me.
The king's battle is taking root from the plants.
Plants were cleansed by absorbing blood.
My physical strength and the Mana of the world's water assimilate, and my roots become stronger and stronger.
Duran's identities stagger back and forth, and the orcs burst to their roots and die.
The roots of plants that had absorbed the holy water grew larger.
Some of the roots converge, summoning Woodman to run toward Duran's identities.
The alternates were subdued, one by one.
Duran's mouth trembles.
“Not yet, not yet! ”
“No, you're already done. ”
I approached Duran.
Duran wields the Blood Sword at a steady pace, perhaps due to his instinctive fear.
You dodge Duran's sword and flick it.
You swing a cannon at him and whip him with the dagger underneath.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
As part of the blood regroups and is drawn to Duran, the roots of plants scattered throughout the palace absorb the blood and dissipate.
“Goddamn Dark Elves -! ”
Duran curses.
Duran grips the Blood Sword with both hands.
I stopped the swinging with a cannon.
The skeleton breaks. Sacks crack, too.
The staff, magic book, and aztalun amplify the power and regenerate the damaged area.
The ability to regenerate even the Temple of the Kaolium Church.
Duran trembles in his presence.
“How can you recover like that? ”
In some ways, it is a much more powerful healing ability than a vampire.
Despite the decline in magical power, the letter of God to a vampire is a terrible power.
“I can feel it.”
I stared at Duke Duran.
And I looked at the other identities.
Each time we kill him, we have enough conditions to subdue the remaining identities of Lahamma, Qasim, and Nasus.
“I'm losing strength. ”
I smiled inside the skull.
His power is escaping.
“The theme of livestock.... ”
A bloodthirsty, arrogant vampire. Among them, the Duke.
I'll give you that pride.
But it's just a bluff.
Duran stares at me.
“I give you to the Vampire King! ”
Duran spreads his wings.
It's coming at me.
His heart is spinning with magic.
At the same time, his whole body burns in a blue flame.
A sign when the Vampire Ear vanishes.
He's trying to blow himself up with me.
But it's impossible.
I could tell.
Bone and root-sealed walls.
Being there.
“You can't reach me. ”
The wall collapses.
The skull of a Boned Dragon burrowed open.
Duran looks back.
A giant, forceful push in.
Screams at the sharp dragon teeth.
The way he ran into me, it turned out he was running toward me.
But it's too late.
The dragon's jaw flares and it gnaws at Duran's body.
“Rrrrghhh!”
The dragon's teeth set my whole body on fire.
“Let go of me! No, no, no! ”
A sharp tooth severs Duran's body roughly.
The upper half drops.
At the same time, all the remaining identities disappeared.
“Die…. This can't be...! ”
Duran lands.
The devil's body disappears and reclaims the human body.
I caught the head of a man who was crying his eyes out.
And walked out between the breached walls.
I put him on a burning wall and let him look ahead.
The sun is rising.
The sun's light began to illuminate the whole.
You see Basilisk torn to death by the Bone Dragon, a vast world waters with blue leaves, and an army of white Catholic Emperors encamping on the vast open city and outer walls.
Around the palace are numerous people, commanders, and soldiers from the Holy See.
“Do you see it? Duran. ”
The sunlight touches Duran's body.
Duran grows more terrified.
“This is the Holy See. ”
Duran couldn't bear the sun and the sun to withstand even the creatures.
Through Duran's melting face, he rolls his eyes at me.
A look of fear.
Yes, a vampire's eyes should have.
I removed the skull.
The Bone Armor, Great Sword, and Sack have disappeared.
I sat across a broken wall.
“And this is the end of those who trespassed against me. ”
I summoned a Musket Limit and aimed it at his forehead.
“Thank you. You've increased the Holy See territory. ”
Duran's eyes widen.
I made a smile.
“Through this, the Holy See will become stronger. I'll send the Vampire King with you. Wait in hell."
“Holy King-! ”
I pulled the trigger.
My head breaks and I disappear.
“You can't beat us. ”
Duran's body falls back.
It vanishes completely, leaving no flesh behind.
I watched the front.
In the morning, during the rising year, the kingdom of Aslan appeared.
Fresh air and warm sun.
Obviously, a land with world numbers is something different.
But...
“... what do you do with it? ”
I couldn't help but sigh about what to do next.
* *
It's been about five days since Duran was dealt with.
The commanders move swiftly under Tinya's command.
You used livestock and other livestock to suck their vitality and summoned Skeletons to begin repairing the fallen palace.
Woodman and the skeletons I summoned are on the move, and a quick recovery commences.
“These are the ones who dared rebel against Queen Tinya. ”
Survivors were placed in the square and placed on the guillotine during the siege.
“Wait, we just...! ”
“I just heard what Leton said.... ”
“Execute!”
The head is cut off as the head is plunged in.
The people kicked the head of the deceased or spit on the corpse.
I sat on a swift throne in the Battle of the Fallen Kings.
A nice breeze breaks through the cool wall.
I was receiving fresh air and was being reported on the current situation in Aslan.
“Punishment for Queen Tinya. ”
While Leton and Jehu caused the coup, there is also Tinya's fault for not stopping it.
I had to decide the punishment accordingly.
The deprivation of the queen's position was fundamental, and she had to be punished separately.
It's a big price, but it's a good thing for the royal family.
“With what? ”
When he was thinking about disposing of Tinya, he was able to see the vision of Rahamma that he had now summoned through the sharing of vision.
Sitting at the root of the world's water with Tinya.
I remained silent without saying a word.
Tinya weaves flowers from her father's arms and decorates over Rahamma's skull.
The awkward air flowed between the women, but Tinya was happy, so I had to leave her alone for a while.
“... I'm tired. ”
It costs a lot to summon King Lahamma for a while.
I had to put my head down for dizziness.
I summoned an item from the item window.
Golden bracelet.
The first Holy Father, Ordin.
The cracked part is now fully repaired.
Can I use it now?
“I'll have to ask Hans later. ”
Maybe it didn't use it wrong and then it broke again.
When I think about it, the battle of kings was opened.
Charlotte rushes to the throne room with a pale face.
“Holy King-! ”
I stopped and looked at her in surprise.
It was very rare to see Charlotte so embarrassed.
Did they find out who was marching towards the Aslan Royal Road?
Then it's a problem.
It's hard to stop Duke Duran and get this place cleaned up, but we have to stop the bloody army.
I got up from my seat.
“An army of blood? ”
Charlotte nods.
He stammered and said.
“They've reached the capital. ”
I pressed the temples.
These vampires don't give you any rest.
Why do you always lose and act like this?
I had to prepare to move 20,000 troops immediately.
But the next thing I said, I stopped moving.
Charlotte looks at me and says with shaking eyes.
“... The capital of the Holy See, they attacked Lorenzis! ”
That said, I had no choice but to harden it.
* *
Reality of the Holy See.
The Holy Spirit Celt is wearing golden armor.
“You're a sight for sore eyes, Holy Father. ”
Oskar, the swordsman in the same golden armor, bows his head.
Oskar's face remains satisfied.
I had no idea the day would come when I would see Celt in gold armor.
The Holy Father Celt bursts out laughing at him.
“Really? It's been a long time since I've been dressed like this. ”
Unlike the two relaxed ones, Raphael groaned and said.
“... Here they come. ”
“I know, I've heard it a dozen times. But how did they get here? ”
Celt looks at Raphael curiously.
“The beast of hell dug a hole in the ground. ”
“Oh! A monster of hell, that's interesting. But you didn't dig a tunnel in the capital? ”
Raphael bows.
“... you must have noticed the Holy Father. If you do something wrong, you'll be buried alive. ”
“You're right. But I took a hit. I can't believe Aslan was bait. The Vampire who planned this, he's quite a nuisance. ”
Cardinal Raphael said that Celt untied her neck.
Then you raise the Warhammer next to the throne.
The head is huge, the handle feels short.
“But your liver is swollen. Aim for me, not my grandson. ”
Place the Warhammer over your shoulder.
Holy See Celt Olfalls.
He stepped forward as the most powerful and founder of the Golden Cross of all time.
“This is the first time I've been on the battlefield since Aslan. I wasn't even wearing any armor then. ”
The Holy Father Celt steps on the red carpet.
Walk through the hallway, past the throne room.
Then you stand on the balcony at the top floor of the Imperial Palace.
Celt raises her hand on the ledge and looks up at the capital, Lorenzis, and beyond, the mountain range and the sky.
“The morning sun... He's gone.”
The sky was like a black cloud with a deep red mist.
Across the Great Mountains, you see a tunnel.
There stands the monster of hell.
A monster that could be 15m.
It has a heavy, burning body and the head of a ferocious dog like a wolf. The lava flowed down from my mouth like a thick needle.
The Keeper of Hell, Cerberus.
In the dungeon, the Vampire King's servants, the nobles, and the Lycans they raise walk out of the cave.
50,000 undead legions, ranging from the lesser summoned to the middle summoned.
The dead keep popping out.
It's as if the gates of hell have opened in the earth.
Celt opens her mouth with an indiscreet face.
“What about the Crown Prince and Luan? ”
“I am in charge of the outer wall. We're also gathering troops from each territory. ”
“I see. He's as bad as they come, but he's as good as they come. You can leave him to it. Your grandson will come running after you. ”
The Holy Father Celt watches the figure in front of Cerberus.
I covered myself with rags and bandages like a rag.
There is a deep red mist around it.
It had a robust body up to 3m.
He was waving his long red hair around, holding a spear the size of a key.
The Vampire King, King Blendmir.
Raphael is sweating cold.
It stood still, but even though it was far away, it felt like skin.
‘That's the Vampire King the Crown Prince was talking about. ’
The greatest of the Vampire Kings of all time.
Celt looks surprised to see the other Vampire King.
“This... Quite unpleasant.”
Celt shakes her head.
“Raphael, I don't deserve the Holy See. ”
Raphael glances at him.
“The peace of the people should worry. ”
Celt aims at the Vampire King with a Warhammer in the air.
“Now I feel joy. ”
Sparks fry from his body due to his irresponsible power.
A cruel smile was raised on Celt's mouth.
“Before I die, I have a chance to collect the Vampire King's skull. ”