At the same time, on the outskirts of this battlefield, a large number of people were rushing towards this battlefield in various ways, either by car or by hitching a ride in other people's vehicles. Some were even lying on the roofs of other people's cars. Clearly, these people were all existences who had been influenced by the Outer God and had become fanatics. Presumably, it would be a serious problem for Romania to deal with these fanatics later. If these fanatics were to spread to all parts of the world, they would be a threat to the entire world.
At the very front of these fanatics, Abigail, holding a small bear, had a smile on her face. It was just that no matter how you looked at it, that smile was strange. At the same time, Abigail was also holding a small flag in her hand. As she walked, she raised the flag in her hand and waved it, as if she were leading everyone on an outing. But those who understood knew that their journey ahead was destined to be full of blood.
Vaguely, if someone were to see this group, they might be assimilated by these people, because these people might see the tentacles extending from the void, and then their entire person would go mad.
At this very moment, no one had yet noticed this hidden danger that was constantly approaching.
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On the battlefield, Vlad III looked at the golden-haired man who had suddenly jumped in front of him, preparing to fight him. He couldn't help but frown. "And who might you be?"
Because he was standing on the land of his own country, Vlad III had absolute confidence. This confidence, looking at it now, could even be said to be somewhat arrogant. He believed that not just anyone could be his opponent. The previous person was the son of the Sun God. So who was this one now? If his status was lower than that of the son of the Sun God... then Vlad III would surely think that this guy before him was looking down on him. At that time, he would absolutely impale this guy on a stake, drain his heart's blood, hang his corpse to be mummified, and let the crows and vultures peck at it. Even if only bones were left, he would have the bones completely ground into dust, and then knead them into his own trophy.
"Let me think, how should I introduce myself?"
Aslan looked at the Grand Duke of Romania before him and gently shrugged his shoulders. He held a holy sword in one hand and a holy spear in the other. The holy spear rested on his shoulder, its white holy banner fluttering in the wind. The holy sword in his hand bloomed with a golden light. He gently stuck it into the ground, resting one hand on it, like a king overseeing a battle.
As a king who believed in the Lord, and even one of the few in the Catholic world who could be called a sharp blade or a shield, Vlad III had a very high status in religious matters, or rather, in religious wars, especially in the matter of repelling Mehmed II.
However, also because of some inexplicable legends, this king had been twisted into a vampire. In some modern stories, there were naturally also novels and movies where this vampire Dracula was eliminated by the reincarnation of the Holy Knight Aslan. From this point of view, Aslan even felt that this Grand Duke was a bit pitiful. He clearly had a firm faith, but in people's stories, he had been reduced to an existence that could only live in darkness, even going against the Lord he had once believed in. Even if he couldn't clear the legend of the vampire, Aslan also hoped that the people of this world could distinguish the difference between Dracula and Vlad III.
"I am a Holy Knight from another world, also the Son of the White Dragon of Great Britain, a candidate for the Lord of the Isle of Britain, and also the human who shattered the world of gods in another world, the blacksmith who forged an artificial god, a traveler driven by interest. My name is Aslan. If you underestimate me, even if this is your home turf, you will be defeated."
Aslan had another important reason for facing Vlad III, and that was that he was preparing to send him back to the Throne of Heroes before he was turned into a vampire by Darnic. At the very least, let him make his exit as a hero, to die in battle as a Grand Duke, and not be turned into a vampire by his own Master, and finally be purified while his consciousness was taken away.
After hearing this series of titles, Vlad III also frowned slightly. As a Grand Duke, he naturally understood that the one before him was not the Son of God Aslan in his impression, but clearly a more powerful existence. However, it was precisely because he had to face such a powerful existence that Vlad III became even more excited.
This was respect for him! For the most powerful person to fight him was not to slight him!
"Therefore, I must thank... you, who stand before me and are about to fight me. This is respect for me! I must take back my previous evaluation of you. At the very least, Your Excellency is definitely a difficult challenge for me... It's rare. This cold body of mine also feels the hot blood!"
An excited smile appeared on Vlad III's face. It was very rare. This should be a state he basically wouldn't have in his current condition. This should be a mentality that another, more human side of him would have. But for him, this was not a bad thing. Wasn't this very good? Only in this way could he respond with all his might!
"Haha... hahahaha!!! Let's fight!!"
The spear in Vlad III's hand swung forward. A large number of stakes emerged from the ground. All the stakes stabbed at the weak points of Aslan's body. However, Aslan's eyes widened. In that instant, they turned golden. At the same time, white dragon scales also appeared on his body. Some of the stakes, after stabbing onto the white dragon scales, were completely deflected.
Clearly, these steel-like stakes were simply unable to break through the defense of the dragon scales. However, to defeat Vlad III while so many stakes were being manipulated at will was not a simple matter.
The golden holy sword swung forward, creating a powerful wave of magical energy. Under the attack of the golden magic, a large number of stakes were completely destroyed. In fact, if Vlad III hadn't dodged in time, the golden holy sword just now would probably have definitely injured this Grand Duke of Romania.
"Although it's not easy to defeat you... it's not difficult either."
After putting away the holy sword, the holy spear in his hand thrust forward again. At the same time, he released his Noble Phantasm. The silver assault surged forward, even tearing the earth apart, and directly broke a part of the Black Faction's castle in the distance.
Even though it was just the aftershock of this magical energy that had hit the Black Faction's castle, in the end, this holy spear had an absolute anti-fortress special attack. In the end, it was all Balin's fault!
In the Black Faction's castle, Avicebron listened to the commotion outside and the destroyed corner of the castle. He sighed, then opened the castle's main gate. He then looked at the muscular man chained to a special instrument beside him. "It's your turn to come out, Berserker."