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Chapter 166 This is not a hidden weapon, it's sword energy!

Dracula didn't know what Du Mu was thinking, but he could sense deep malice from the other man's undisguised look of disdain.

"court death!"

Dracula snorted coldly, his entire body instantly blurred, transforming into a blood-red afterimage as he pounced forward at an astonishing speed!

boom! boom! boom! boom--!
Without hesitation, Du Mu raised his arm and pulled the trigger repeatedly, creating a dense barrage of energy bullets that enveloped Dracula!
Dracula's lips curled into a disdainful sneer.

Having learned his lesson, he was already on guard and wouldn't be foolish enough to continue taking the hit head-on. With his super speed and reflexes, he quickly dodged the incoming energy bullets.

Just when Dracula thought he had dodged all the attacks, those energy bullets that seemed to have already been fired drew several bizarre arcs in the air that defied the laws of physics, and attacked from all sorts of incredible angles!

Dracula: "???"

He had no time to dodge and was brutally blasted into his body by all the energy bullets!
“Ahhhh——!!”

Dracula let out a shrill scream, his body instantly covered with hideous blood holes, from which dark red blood gushed out.

In the maid vampire's memories, there was never any mention of bullets curving!
This is not scientific at all!
But he did not stop his forward momentum. Enduring the burning pain, he continued to rush in front of Du Mu, his sharp claws tearing through the air!

However, Dracula did not see the expected panic on Du Mu's face.

Just as the claws were about to touch Du Mu, a dazzling white light suddenly burst forth from Du Mu's body, and a magical shield immediately covered his entire body.

Bang! !

The claws slammed into the energy shield, but failed to penetrate it. Instead, they were burned by the light energy attached to it.

Dracula felt a burning sensation on his hand and instinctively withdrew his claws.

His face showed surprise, and he blurted out, "This is the aura of magic!?"

Du Mu seemed slightly surprised upon hearing this.

Unexpectedly, this vampire king was able to recognize the power of magic.

But he did not hesitate at all. Taking advantage of Dracula's brief moment of distraction, his right elbow shot out like a spring compressed to its limit!

Muay Thai warning!

Bang!
A heavy thud rang out as an elbow slammed into Dracula's face!
In the slow-motion perspective unique to Death Eye, Dracula's elbow is deeply embedded in his nose, his two eyeballs bulge out due to the violent impact, and his cheeks swell wildly as the wind rushes in, twisting his entire face into a bizarre, horse-like shape, completely ruining the art style.

"Ugh!"

Dracula let out a muffled cry of pain, and his feet instantly left the ground!
He was violently thrown away by the force, crashing through the wall behind him and slamming heavily to the ground. His body bounced a few times due to inertia before finally coming to a stop.

As the dust slowly settled, Dracula lay motionless, buried deep in the rubble.

His nose was completely collapsed, his entire face was noticeably sunken, a burnt smell emanated from between his skin and flesh, and dark red blood was constantly seeping from his seven orifices, making him look horribly gruesome.

If it were an ordinary vampire, after suffering such severe injuries, they would probably be ready to feast.

However, Dracula's body suddenly trembled amidst the rubble, and he used his arms to prop himself up, slowly rising from the ruins.

At the same time, the spilled blood seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, flowing back into the wound against all reason. The collapsed facial bones rose again, the charred flesh peeled off, and the numerous gunshot wounds on the body began to heal rapidly.

In just a few breaths, Dracula was restored to his original state, even his tattered clothes returned to their original condition, as if he had been reset to factory settings.

"Such a thick layer of blood."

Du Mu was amazed by what he saw.

Keep in mind that his attacks are all imbued with the attribute of light, which has a true damage effect on dark creatures like vampires.

If an ordinary vampire is struck in a vital spot, he will turn to ashes in an instant, without even having a chance to struggle.

Despite taking so many bullets, including one that pierced his head with an energy bullet, and another with a full-force elbow strike, Dracula remained unharmed, with his health bar barely changing.

This self-healing ability is even stronger than that of the immortal brothers Logan and Victor!

"Damn humans!!"

Dracula's face was contorted, and his scarlet eyes surged with overwhelming killing intent.

As the vampire king who once ruled the night, he had never suffered such humiliation. To be made so disheveled by a mere human was an utter disgrace!
"I'll make you understand the consequences of angering Dracula!"

Dracula was enraged, and his terrifying aura rose steadily. A continuous stream of crimson energy surged from his body, turning into a thick blood mist that churned around him, making him appear as if he were immersed in a boiling pool of blood.

The boss has entered the second phase!
Du Mu narrowed his eyes and whispered to the blade at his feet, "This guy is tough to deal with. I'll hold off Dracula for now. You get out of here."

Blade is okay against other vampires, but against an opponent like Dracula, the difference in strength is too great, and he can't help at all.

"No, I can't let you face this dangerous guy alone!"

Blade shook his head and refused. In this world, loyalty is everything, and he could never abandon his comrades to escape alone.

Du Mu was very moved by this: "How about we switch places? You hold off Dracula, and I'll run away first."

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Blade's expression froze instantly.

He coughed lightly, pretending not to have heard the rest of Du Mu's sentence, and then said with a serious expression, "However, since you've made this decision, I respect your choice. This guy is yours!"

After saying that, Blade dragged his heavily wounded body and nimbly left the spot.

However, he did not leave completely. He simply found a corner and activated his passive invisibility. Unless someone could make him laugh so hard that his teeth showed, it would be difficult to spot him with the naked eye.

Seeing that the two dared to ignore his interaction, Dracula's anger intensified.

"None of you will leave here alive today! I will drain you of your blood, not a single drop will be left!"

Before he could finish speaking, Dracula suddenly sprang up!
His body was almost touching the ground as he charged forward, his speed increasing by more than one level compared to before!
boom! boom! boom! boom--!
Gunshots rang out, and several energy bullets were fired, accurately locking onto Dracula's position!
Dracula, whose car had repeatedly overturned, was already on high alert for this.

Almost the instant the gun fired, the crimson energy in his hand surged wildly, instantly condensing into a crimson longsword. The sword hummed, and in his hand, it created an impenetrable curtain of crimson sword energy.

Clang clang clang clang—!
A series of crisp collision sounds rang out, and all the incoming energy bullets were blocked by the sword curtain, exploding into sparks in the air.

As expected of an old man who has lived for hundreds or thousands of years, his hand speed is indeed fast!
As Dracula parried with his sword, his footsteps never faltered. Like a streak of blood-red lightning, he broke through the barrage of bullets and instantly closed in on Du Mu!

Dracula grinned maliciously, and his blood-red longsword emitted a sharp whistling sound as it slashed down at Du Mu!

Clang——!
The crisp, deafening sound of swords clashing echoed throughout the space.

Du Mu also conjured a dazzling magic sword in his hand, blocking Dracula's slash.

Dracula's blood-red pupils contracted slightly, and he blurted out, "Illumination magic!?"

“It’s a magic sword!” Du Mu retorted as always, it had almost become his instinctive reaction.

The two energy blades clashed fiercely, the light energy and the crimson energy clashing violently, bursting out bursts of dazzling sparks.

But this struggle lasted less than half a second before Dracula's face immediately showed signs of difficulty.

Damn it, how can humans be so powerful!
Dracula felt a terrifying force coming from the magic sword, which made his arm holding the sword go numb.

As one of the top vampires, he has always crushed his opponents with numerical superiority over the long years. When has he ever been completely outmatched by his opponent in terms of numerical superiority like this?
However, this struggle did not last long.

As if they were telepathically connected, the two of them simultaneously took half a step back to dissipate the force from their swords, and then charged forward again like two intersecting bolts of lightning to clash once more!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang—!
White and blood-red sword shadows clashed fiercely in the air, each strike unleashing a deafening roar.

With the added advantage of basic one-handed sword skills, Du Mu's swordsmanship had reached a high level of proficiency. Every move was precise and efficient, without any unnecessary actions.

However, Dracula had lived for over a thousand years and experienced countless battles, making him a true master swordsman with exceptional swordsmanship.

His sword strikes were all cunning and ruthless, often concealing deadly intent within seemingly ordinary moves, making them unpredictable and difficult to parry.

On one side are aesthetically pleasing numerical values, and on the other side are honed skills.

The two sides were locked in fierce combat, their swords flashing and the battle raging on, making it difficult to determine a clear winner.

Judging from this trend, unless the two of them pull off some unexpected moves, this duel will likely be difficult to determine a winner in the short term.

However, how could Du Mu, a player, possibly follow the rules?

boom!
A gunshot rang out without warning.

Dracula's pupils contracted sharply, and his blood-red longsword instinctively swung back, immediately raising to block the incoming energy bullet.

He laughed in anger, and said mockingly, "A clergyman who claims to be the embodiment of light actually uses such a hidden weapon to launch a sneak attack?"

Du Mu remained unfazed and retorted seriously, "This is not a hidden weapon; it is my released sword energy!"

What the hell is this sword energy?!
Do you really think I didn't see the pistol you were hiding in your hand?!
Dracula's feelings were somewhat complicated.

He should have been happy that the Vatican had produced such treacherous, shameless clergy, as its natural opposite.

But then he thought, if the Papacy was full of such things, Dracula couldn't help but feel deeply worried about his future vampire dynasty. He feared that his vampires would be no match for these clergymen.

Or perhaps he could try his best to get into the Vatican and see if he could abduct a few clergy members to be his offspring.

If you're lucky enough to encounter an excellent offspring like Du Mu, there's no need for further training; the moment it bites you, it can immediately be put to work as an evil vampire.

Clang! Bang! Clang! Clang! Bang—!
Amidst the dense clash of swords, a few discordant gunshots rang out from time to time.

At this moment, Dracula felt utterly exhausted.

He not only had to deal with Du Mu's magic sword, but also had to be constantly on guard against Du Mu's golden desert eagle.

To be fair, compared to his unremarkable swordsmanship, Du Mu's marksmanship was clearly more threatening. His bullets were impossible to defend against, forcing him to focus most of his attention on Du Mu's sniper shots.

This is so damn frustrating!

"Look at the sword!"

Just then, Du Mu shouted and raised his sword in his right hand as if to slash.

Upon seeing this, Dracula immediately raised his sword to block, but Du Mu had already quietly placed his left hand on his waist and decisively pulled the trigger.

boom!
"what!!"

Gunshots and screams rang out almost simultaneously.

A hole suddenly appeared between Dracula's eyebrows, but instead of the cheerful boy's smile, he glared at Du Mu, his eyes almost spitting fire.

"Shameless scoundrel! The Holy See is ashamed of you!"

"As long as I can eradicate you, this evil heretic, I am willing to bear all the infamy."

Du Mu spoke with righteous indignation, but his swordsmanship became even faster, aiming to strike while the iron was hot. Now that Dracula's attack rhythm had been disrupted, it was the perfect opportunity to counterattack.

Having been betrayed by a shameless villain, Dracula suddenly found himself on the defensive. Although he didn't panic, he was still in a difficult situation.

Just as Dracula finally regrouped and attempted to launch a counterattack...
"Look at the sword!"

Du Mu shouted and swung his sword.

The lines were delivered with practiced ease, and the movements were executed flawlessly!
Dracula immediately became fully alert, his eyes fixed on Du Mu's every move.

He definitely won't fall for it this time!

However, the expected gunshot did not come. Instead, a dazzling light spread out from the magic sword.

At that moment, Dracula seemed to see the sun he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Ah! My eyes!"

The blinding effect of holy light is already extremely strong, and Dracula deliberately widened his eyes, which doubled the effect.

At this moment, Dracula's vision was completely white, and he couldn't see anything at all.

Moreover, the Holy Light is also extremely dangerous to vampires.

Pure, luminous energy filled Dracula's entire body, and wherever it passed, flesh and blood turned into large chunks of black ash, burning like paper.

Du Mu pressed his advantage, striking Dracula hard as he was down, and brandished his magic sword, hacking and slashing at him relentlessly.

Wherever the sword touched, limbs were severed, and heads were chopped into meatballs!

The scene was extremely brutal!

Despite this, Du Mu discovered that Dracula's health bar had not decreased much, let alone died.

The current tragic scene is nothing but an illusion.

Just as Du Mu had imagined, the scattered Dracula sauce suddenly melted into thick blood plasma, and countless blood-red bats took flight from the plasma, emitting piercing shrieks.

These bats gathered and hovered in the air, squeezing and merging together, and soon reformed into the shape of Dracula.

At this moment, a pair of huge black bat wings unfolded behind him, and he floated in mid-air, his scarlet eyes burning with rage.

"it's useless!"

Dracula looked down at Du Mu and said coldly, "I have long since transcended life and death. You could never truly kill me!"

(End of this chapter)