Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 201 Dracula's Attack
One person falls, one person stands up.

After your companions fall, you inherit their strength and will and fight the enemy.

The Crusaders finally looked decent enough.

When the blood light completely disappeared, half of the tens of thousands of Crusaders survived, and each soldier's body was wrapped in golden lightning, like an enraged Super Saiyan.

Dracula's body also grew out of thin air. A black shadow was imprinted in the air, like a balloon, gradually becoming fuller and restoring into a human body.

"Immortal ripples rush!"

A fist hit Dracula's head.

Golden ripples poured out, blasting Dracula's head into a billowing cloud of smoke.

At the same time, an arm wrapped in golden lightning pierced through Dracula's chest.

Dracula raised his hand to fight back, but a slash of his knife came down, cutting off his arm.

The pitch-black hound leaped from the shadows, baring its teeth and spitting bloody air.

In an instant, a kick came from the sky, a front kick from bottom to top, landing on the hound's nose and chin respectively.

The bloody mouth closed instantly, and most of the hound's head was broken. Several lightning-like figures crossed and tore the hound into pieces.

Dark fireballs were released from Dracula's cloak, and the blood energy compressed a thousand times formed spherical shields surrounding Dracula.

The golden lightning and the dark fireball collided with each other, sparks flew, the fireball twisted, and the gathered blood energy overflowed, turning into a rising sea of ​​fire.

Suddenly, more than a dozen flashes shot into the sea of ​​fire. With a rustling sound, blood holes exploded from Dracula's body. The golden light spread rapidly. Dracula's wounds became bigger and bigger, like an invisible glutton, completely devouring his body.

Those muscular men with golden lightning bursting out of their bodies surrounded Dracula from all directions, exuding a mighty and powerful aura. In the third second after Dracula was resurrected, they killed Dracula again.

In full view of the crowd, Dracula created a physical body out of thin air. The Crusaders were about to unite and kill Dracula without any moral standards.

At this moment, a huge sickle fell from the sky. In the middle of the Crusaders, the sickle split into dozens of small sickles, which whizzed past the surrounding Crusaders in a circle.

If the attack is concentrated on one blade, a single Crusader will naturally not be able to withstand it.

However, when the power was dispersed, the slash from the God of Death could not even force the Crusaders back.

"Oh!"

A knight twisted his waist, clenched his right fist, and struck out at the scythe coming from the front.

Golden ripples were released from the raised joints, and a fast and powerful straight punch caused the sickle's cutting force to stagnate.

The scythe's blade broke through the ripples and severed the knight's fingers.

Despite enduring this severe blow to his heart, the knight remained calm, retracted his right hand, rotated his body, and swung forward with his left hand with a straight punch, smashing the sickle from the back.

The attack from the Grim Reaper had no effect on the Crusaders.

As soon as Dracula was resurrected, he was besieged by the Crusaders.

Several Crusaders leaped into the air, their thighs like giant axes and hammers, bringing down fierce pressure on Dracula.

Several Crusaders, like tigers ready to pounce, swung their heavy fists at Dracula from all directions.

The Crusaders who were unable to get close to Dracula slammed their fists into the ground. Golden ripples were transmitted underground, like magma erupting from a volcano, erupting from under Dracula's feet.

Thousands of Crusaders joined forces to attack and destroyed Dracula's body the moment he was resurrected.

Even death could not escape.

If no action is taken, no one will be able to discover the Grim Reaper. After all, the Crusaders do not have the ability to fly, and the Grim Reaper is hiding in the sky and no one can see him.

However, when the Grim Reaper threw out his scythe, the Crusaders immediately discovered their location.

Thousands of blood arrows shot up into the sky!

The Crusaders bit their tongues and injected huge ripple energy into their blood, condensing the blood into beams of small arrows, which they spit out towards the Grim Reaper and Camilla in the sky.

The Grim Reaper swung his scythe, and with a flash of the blade, dozens of blood arrows shattered. The hands of the Grim Reaper holding the blade also shook, and the movement of swinging the blade slowed down for a moment, and then the blood arrows penetrated the flaws and nailed into the body of the Grim Reaper.

The scorching wave energy exploded in the body of the God of Death, instantly suppressing his power.

However, if he could suppress a beam of ripple blood arrows, could he suppress thousands of ripple blood arrows?
The God of Death tried his best to defend himself, but when dozens of blood arrows shot at him at the same time, it was not easy for even a veteran demigod to block them.

Strength is relative. The Grim Reaper chopped the blood arrow apart, and the power of the blood arrow also hit the Grim Reaper along the blade. The power of the slash and the blood arrow canceled each other out, but more blood arrows had already shot over, leaving him no time to dodge or resist.

In just a moment, nearly a thousand blood arrows shot into the body of the God of Death, burning him into flying ashes.

Camilla was naturally not spared.

The blood arrow containing ripple energy pierced Camilla's skin. Camilla was about to mock the Crusaders for knowing what it meant to be a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth, but the ripple energy bursting out from the blood arrow burned big holes in her body.

Compared to the God of Death, Camilla has a worse compatibility with the Crusaders. In addition to the suppression of the power of God, the sunlight simulated by the ripples makes Camilla's power to control blood become a clown.

Before the bones of the Grim Reaper turned to ashes, Camilla had burned to the point where not even a drop of blood was left.

After the bombing of the demonic Megiddo, the fighting power of the surviving Crusaders could only be described as terrifying.

Dracula's fatal blow made the Crusaders feel a fatal threat.

While enduring damage, the Crusaders' genes were also evolving rapidly under the pressure of death.

At the moment before they were blown to death by the demon Megiddo, their genes had already evolved to their current limit.

At that time, even if they did not die from the bombing of the demon Megiddo, they would have died because the energy could not meet the needs of the cells.

However, the secret of the Ultimate Deep Immortal Vein Ripple Movement perfectly solved this problem.

Even if the body collapses due to the uncontrollable evolution of genes, the Crusader can transfer his vitality and ripple energy to other comrades before collapse, using his own life to prolong the lives of his companions.

Because of this, the surviving Crusaders all possessed double the energy and genes second only to the fourth-level intermediate level, which was enough to exert the combat power of the fourth-level primary peak in a short period of time.

Dracula killed 30,000 Crusaders at one time. This seemingly glorious record actually created a legion with the combat effectiveness equivalent to 90,000 Crusaders.

Dracula was resurrected again, hundreds of meters above the ground.

Being killed twice in just one minute was an experience that Dracula found unbelievable.

He discovered that the Crusaders were more powerful and more dangerous than he had imagined.

Although the battle lasted only a few minutes, he had already seen the characteristics of the Crusaders.

Each Crusader has mastered the power to transfer vitality to his companions, and after transferring the vitality, his body will melt, the flesh and blood will wither, and only bones will remain.

Furthermore, if a Crusader didn't kill with one strike, even if he didn't pass on his life force to his comrades, they would perish in the process of resisting the explosion. For this reason, after killing 30,000 Crusaders, Dracula was unable to absorb even a single life.

Dracula was initially full of confidence, all because he could gain an extra life for every enemy he killed.

The greater the number of enemies, the stronger he will be.

Who knew that the Crusaders would not even leave behind their bodies after they died in battle?
This kind of characteristic simply killed him!

What method can be used to win against such an army?

Dracula didn't have time to think about this question.

Because the Crusaders' attack has arrived.

It's not a blood arrow. The human body has a limited amount of blood. After discovering that Dracula can be resurrected infinitely, the members of the Crusaders do not intend to waste their blood.

Although every Crusader wanted to die in battle, they preferred a glorious death to a rash one.

To do this, the Crusaders picked up stones and dirt from the ground.

They made the mud and stones harder than diamonds. After the ripple energy was injected into the stones, the knights used the stone-throwing techniques taught to them by Wen Lie and threw the stones at Dracula with force.

The overwhelming stones drowned Dracula.

For a moment, Dracula looked as if he were being stoned.

The defense formed by blood could only block a few hundred stones. Tens of thousands of stones penetrated Dracula's defense and smashed him to pieces.

After his fourth resurrection, Dracula began to have thoughts of retreating.

"As the old saying goes in the East, as long as the green mountains remain, there is no fear of running out of firewood."

The success rate of attacking Castlevania from the front is almost zero!

It’s better to leave first and think of other ways.

However, while he was fighting with those tens of thousands of Crusaders, more Crusaders poured out of Demon Castle.

Hundreds of thousands of knights were spread out in all directions, and the Crusaders could be seen everywhere within a radius of tens of thousands of meters.

No matter which direction Dracula fled, he would be intercepted.

The huge number of troops made Dracula realize that he was trapped in a situation where he could only advance and not retreat.

Dracula silently fell from the sky, floating in the air a few centimeters above the ground.

At such a height, they would not be subject to blanket group attacks, and they could also avoid the conductive attacks launched by the Crusaders from the ground - this was the most critical!
Through matter, attacks can be transmitted over long distances, so no matter how far away the enemy is, or how many people are around the enemy, the enemy can still be attacked.

This characteristic of the Crusaders is no less than the characteristic of leaving no corpse after death.

After all, when the majority bullies the minority, the size of the space will always prevent the larger party from fully utilizing its numerical advantage.

"...When people are killed, they die." Dracula tried to shake the Crusaders' fighting spirit with words. He looked at the Crusaders around him coldly, "Humans, do you really want to fight for your lives with the immortal me?"

In an instant, a strong wind blew, and Dracula's voice was like the howling wind, ringing in the ears of the Crusaders with a strong sense of oppression.

The knights looked at each other.

The next moment, the Crusaders burst into laughter.

Ironic laughter swallowed up the howling wind.

"In the Name of God! In the Name of God! In the Name of God we go to heaven!"

The knights sang loudly, their eyes burning with fire.

The cross flag was raised, and the red cross fluttered vigorously in the wind.

The high voice declared the will to believe in the Lord wholeheartedly.

We must die for God and fight for God. Only the life permitted by God can exist in this world. The life that God does not permit must be destroyed in the name of God.

The fanatical and paranoid belief is fully reflected in the singing.

Dracula felt it firsthand.

He was once one of those believers who fought for the Lord.

More than four hundred years after abandoning God, Dracula once again felt the same faith as before... no! Even more fervent than before!
Dracula felt as if his body was pierced by a wooden stake and began to tremble.

In an instant, everything was shattered by the absolute faith that could not be questioned.

Touched, nostalgic, angry, powerless, negative emotions, positive emotions, the intersection of these emotions shook Dracula's body and soul.

With the faith of never giving up until death, the knights sang loudly to praise the sacred greatness of God, and turned into a surging wave rushing towards Dracula.

Dracula's body withstood the blows coming from all directions.

Attacks with fists, attacks with beliefs, attacks with matter, attacks with spirit. The knights with absolute faith attack in the name of the Lord and kill in the name of the Lord. Dracula, who once did the same thing, has now become the one being abused in the name of the Lord.

Limbs were broken, muscles exploded, blood gushed out like a fountain, the head was smashed by fists, the scorching heat burned the brain, and the bones were broken into countless pieces by the continuous blows.

Dracula felt like he had turned into a sandbag, or a tumbler that kept enduring attacks. He swayed under the siege and ravages of the Crusaders, but he always stood above the ground and could not really fall down.

Dracula felt how worthless, meaningless, and powerless he felt after abandoning God.

How can one person's belief and one person's strength fight against tens of thousands of beliefs?

Dracula looked up at the sky with lifeless eyes, as if he saw God sitting at the highest point of the nine heavens.

Pride, reputation, power, love, all his values ​​were denied in an instant by the almighty God.

How small, how powerless, how miserable, how pathetic. What is your power and authority? The power you gained by betraying me, I can destroy with a single flick of my hand.

Dracula felt despised. He was resurrected again and again, and failed again and again. His efforts for more than four hundred years were in vain in the eyes of God... No, I'm afraid God never took him seriously.

He can easily create 500,000 top-level strongmen, and it only takes a thought for ordinary humans to gain the power to fight against him. To such an existence, what is he?

Yes! What is my love to you? My faith is as insignificant as dust that can be swept away by you.

A spark flashed in Dracula's eyes, it was anger.

Unable to accept, unable to identify, the anger burning from the soul!

(End of this chapter)