Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 127 Roman Chariots
Exercise aids digestion, and so does fighting.

The user felt that the "Immortal Technique: All Things in the World" skill was progressing faster in digesting the Dragon Slayer Hero.

The most obvious manifestation is that the transparent scales that were originally invisible are now shining brighter and brighter, gradually revealing the clear outline of the armor.

It can be roughly seen that it is a perfect plate armor style from the late 15th century, but the details turn to an oriental style. It is somewhat similar to the contemporary version of the plate armor style that absorbed the Western plate armor style. However, at the deepest level, it is a unique style that is similar to lamellar armor, with each piece rising and falling with the breath.

Eberreki Bellingham suddenly regretted why he was so obsessed with heraldry. He was just a second son of a nobleman without inheritance rights, and no matter how outstanding his heraldry was, he could only become a priest or scholar.

At that moment, his excellent knowledge of heraldry allowed him to glean a glimpse of truth from that young warrior.

Its emblem is neither a snake nor a lizard. Although those less common emblems have their unique features, the fact that they are called less common speaks volumes. Whether it is a snake or a lizard, their overall combat power is insufficient.

However, another type of creature with a long neck and covered in scales is not like that.

Its entire body is as black as charcoal, its fangs and claws are as sharp as knives, its scales are as hard as iron armor, its eyes flash with an evil red light, it has featherless bat wings on its back, and it spews poisonous smoke and raging fire from its mouth. The shadow it casts when it spreads its wings can make the earth barren and cracked. Every day it devours the souls of oath-breakers and murderers.

In church texts, this terrifying beast is even used to refer to the embodiment of Satan or the devil.

That is the dragon...

I'm fighting the incarnation of Satan? Really?
Eberreki Bellingham wanted to let out a heavy sigh, but the sudden burst of gunfire forced him to concentrate on one thing—survival!

The golden bullet hurtled towards him, and even with the vampire's speed, Eberrei Bellingham only had time to turn sideways and raise his hand.

Despicable! They have a sword but don't use a gun!

Before I could condemn this despicable act, the excruciating pain spread outwards from the point of impact, followed by a strange, refreshing coolness. The feeling was so invigorating that I didn't want to do anything, and I felt a deep sense of peace and joy.

wrong!

Eberreki Bellingham roared and, without hesitation, drew his sword and chopped off his right arm.

Despite the excruciating pain, the vampire first mate made the right choice. Ignoring his appearance, he scrambled and crawled behind cover.

Only the exaggerated armor, over two and a half meters tall, remained in place.

"Decisive indeed." Yu Jian nodded approvingly, while glancing at the revolver in his hand with a hint of regret.

The karmic bullets that Sister Alu gave me are a good thing, especially when used to shoot these ravenous, blood-sucking demons. They kill without making a sound.

Unfortunately, due to his lack of experience in using firearms, he only had time to fire one shot before running out of ammunition, as he had not replenished his ammunition before the battle.

If multiple shots were fired in quick succession, that vampire first mate might already be lying on the ground, hands clasped in prayer, long gone.

Seeing the vampire rush behind cover, Yujian didn't rush to chase after him.

He flipped open the revolver's cylinder from the side and slammed it down, the golden cartridge cases falling to the ground with a series of 'clinks'. He then took out karmic bullets and loaded them one by one, filling the cylinder before snapping it shut.

He strode toward the high platform at the back of the deck, sword in one hand and gun in the other, casually tapping the revolver barrel against his shoulder. Slaying people was physically demanding, so he needed to be careful to relax his muscles.

The gun slid down the arm, the metal cylinder rotating against the fabric, making a crisp 'click-click-click' sound.

The sound reached Eberreki Bellingham's ears like a death knell, a bell that seemed to toll only for him.

"Lord, is this punishment for my betrayal of the faith?"

"Then I confess to you, please accept my humble soul."

As he spoke, Eberreki Bellingham raised his hand and touched his ears, eyes, and mouth and nose in turn, then touched each of his hands and feet.

He was suddenly very grateful that he had applied a magical balm to enhance his strength before the battle, which contained olive oil; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to perform the anointing required for the last sacrament.

Now, it's up to luck!

"Put on the armor!" The activation command was shouted in Latin, and the magical plate armor hanging on the armor rack automatically flew towards Eberregi.

"This works?" Yu Jian exclaimed in amazement, his hands moving without stopping as he fired three shots directly at the armor.

Clang, clang, clang—the bullets struck the armor, which was incredibly thick, creating several dents but failing to penetrate it.

This made him aware of the shortcomings of karmic bullets. Although they were highly effective against evil, their physical destructive power was limited by the caliber of the ammunition and the power of the weapon.

Although the naval revolver in his hand was considered advanced in the 18th century, its power was limited due to factors such as the airtightness of the magazine.

Just as Yu Jian was secretly summarizing, the vampires had already finished putting on their armor.

Previously, Yu Jian had noticed that the armor was unusually large. Now, it turned out to be even larger than the wearer himself. Does this ill-fitting armor have any special meaning?

The answer was immediately revealed. A large amount of blood seeped from under Eberreki's skin, filling the inside of his armor like a drifting blood mist. Even his missing right hand gushed out a large amount of viscous blood from the severed limb, forming a grotesque, beast-like limb.

I have learned a lot...

Yu Jian fired again, and the remaining two bullets accurately hit the helmet's observation port. Such accuracy was extraordinary, and the outer shell given to Ming Qing Shi by Chang Shi was truly gifted in this respect.

However, the churning blood mist inside unexpectedly extended on its own, like several tentacles waving and deflecting the bullet's direction, causing it to collide with the sturdy helmet armor.

"The dead come to pay homage to the dragon that will destroy the world."

A dull thud came from inside the armor. After completing the oiling ritual, he claimed that there was nothing wrong with the dead, and that vampires were completely different from the real living.

With heavy steps, the enormous armor, astonishingly tall, roared towards the sword-wielding warrior like an ancient chariot.

Putting away his depleted 'new toy,' the young swordsman had no intention of using it against a warrior fighting to the death, and besides, there was no time to reload.

So he gripped the sword hilt with both hands at the same time.

Thinking about it carefully, it wasn't the first time I'd faced an enemy clad in heavy armor.

Let's just say it's a matter of practice makes perfect...

call--

He exhaled a puff of white breath, and could vaguely hear the sound of blood flowing in his ears. The rhythm of the waves excited all the muscles in his body.

The rumbling footsteps drew ever closer, and the massive figure, completely clad in metal armor, was now almost within reach.

Using the speed advantage of vampires combined with the power granted by magical ointment, and equipped with specially made heavy armor, this is First Mate Eberregibellingham's unique fighting style - the Heavy Tank!

He can defeat most enemies simply by relying on speed and quality.

Those heraldic knights would often be sent flying dozens of meters with their horses, crashing to the ground with blood gushing from their mouths and noses, and broken bones and tendons.

But Eberregi had no confidence at all. The young swordsman who had subdued the dragon as his emblem seemed to be standing still, allowing Eberregi to keep getting closer.

Is this possible? The answer is no.

The opponent casually held the slender weapon in his hand to his side. After a series of battles, various small nicks and chips could be vaguely seen on the blade of the weapon.

Even if intact, such a lightweight and sharp weapon is not suitable for dealing with armor.

Perhaps, we can win!?
The next second, a striking bright red appeared on the surface of that slender, curved weapon.

Like fresh blood, or like raging fire, the red light spread rapidly upwards along the blade, until it transformed the ordinary katana into a crimson greatsword.

At the same time, Yujian himself focused his mind and calmed his spirit, allowing his will to flow through the hilt into the dream sword constructed by Yin Yi.

The power to cut through iron is fully loaded!
"Roar--"

Before the two clashed, Eberreki suddenly abandoned his sword, which was merely a decoy to mislead the enemy. He let out a roar like a wild beast, and blood seeped out from the gaps in his armor. Using his right arm as a base, he sculpted a huge claw large enough to cover his entire body.

"Kolossim!"

The vampire first mate shouted the name of the Colosseum with all his might, which was also the inspiration for his tactics.

however--

Ding!
A crisp sound, almost imperceptible.

In an instant, the sword suddenly shifted from stillness to movement, and with the powerful dynamic vision granted by the eagle eye, it seized the opportunity to lunge forward and dodge the claw attack.

The next second, the red blade extending from the Dream Sword slashed horizontally with the power to cut through iron.

All sounds ceased abruptly, and the two sides stood back to back like two statues.

Moments later, blood gushed from Eberreki's mouth, and he experienced an unprecedented pain in his lower back and abdomen.

Blood shot straight into the sky as First Mate Eberregi was cut in two at the waist.

His mutilated body lay on the ground, gazing up at the sky, muttering to himself.

"Unfortunately, I am not St. George."

(End of this chapter)