I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

But...it's not too late!

"As long as I control the forces of you, the Roman Emperor, the King of Storms, and the King of Knights, I will have no fear at all even if it is the Lion King of the Holy Land and Osmandis, the King of Gods."

Iskandar smiled: "Although it's a little uncomfortable to think of being controlled by you after death, it seems that I can't resist. Forget it, I don't bother to care about these. It's just..."

His tiger eyes stared suspiciously at the elegant Vampire Grand Duke in front of him: "What's wrong with you, Vlad III. According to someone's description of you, you don't look like the kind of ambitious man who wants to dominate the world .even at the expense of showing up like this, or, Dracula?"

Vlad III's scarlet eyes paused: "You actually know this name..."

After a brief silence for a few seconds, Vlad III laughed: "Although I don't know who informed you of this information, it doesn't matter if I tell you in the face of this already doomed result."

He said lightly to himself: "If I fight against you in my life, I will indeed compete with you in a proper form, and I must be willing to lose in that way! However, when I arrived in this different world, I became a This is an unequal result. Since the world wants me to appear in this form, I will naturally abandon my reputation."

Iskandar frowned and said, "No! You are not someone who doesn't care about honor."

"As long as the Lion King and God King Osmandis are defeated, Dracula's name will naturally be wiped out." Vlad III said confidently.

Hearing his words, Iskandar couldn't help being stunned: "What!? Are you planning to infect the whole world into vampires?"

"No, O King of Conquerors! This world will not be destroyed, and my honor will be restored in the distant "true world". "

Vlad III spoke unspeakable words.

Seeing the fanaticism on his face, Iskandar couldn't help feeling unbelievable in his heart.

However, the slight pain coming from his body made him realize that no matter how much he struggled, it would actually be useless.

"Although I don't know your specific situation, you must be a vampire, and your sanity will definitely be affected. If I judge by my intuition, Vlad III, you should have reached an agreement with a certain guy, and then you were killed. Take advantage of it?"

This speculation made Iskandar feel powerless in his heart.

Now there are no kings around, even if there is one, the news of 'there is a black hand behind Vlad III' can be passed on.

Although they fought for the supremacy of the king and brought disaster to the whole world, it was another matter entirely to be plotted by the black hands behind the scenes.

Vlad III shook his head indifferently: "That's not bad! Now this body, this power. It is indeed possible to accomplish the goals that I could not achieve in my lifetime.

Moreover, this world has enough opponents who can compete on an equal basis, and the territory is expanding every moment.This is our overlord's paradise!Hahaha...don't you think so?Conquer the king. "

"Hehehe... It seems that there is nothing to say. Ugh—!"

Suddenly, Iskandar coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Without the delay of the court magician, during this moment of conversation, Iskandar's entire upper and lower body has been quickly covered by the black mist.

Vlad III, who watched this scene, had a little more pity in his eyes: "Let me give you complete relief! If I see you struggling on the hospital bed, that is not my wish. From now on You will come to fight as my subordinate. Accept it, this transformation of blood!"

After finishing speaking, Vlad III's elegance instantly transformed into the posture of a vampire, his entire pupils were smeared with scarlet, and his ferocious fangs were exposed.

He bit down on Iskandar's throat.

puff!

The only remaining conscious head, with the transformation of the blood infused in the neck, should have been a black mist that spread instantly.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

All I saw were silver magic formulas floating out of Iskandar's neck, which were resurfaced and chanted by the phantoms of the three court magicians who had been killed before.

"We kill, we breed, we wound, we heal.

……

……

Rest in my hands - your sins will be marked.

Eternal life will be promised in death.

—hereby promises the oath of incarnation.

—this soul shall have mercy..."

A sacred sound came from the tent, radiating on Iskandar's neck, Vlad III bit his fangs, and white smoke rose from his mouth.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Vlad III's elegant posture quickly escaped from Iskandar's neck, but the spell injected into the fangs was firmly locked on his whole body.

The slender fingers of both hands were used by Vlad III to cover his mouth, which was constantly emitting purification light. The scorching holy art baptism made his soul feel like a knife was cut off.

"You... bastard! King of Conquerors! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Vlad III turned into a ferocious vampire holding himself with his hands like rotten lips, rotten jaws, and rotten flesh. The head screamed in pain.

The black smoke seemed to be purified, and wisps of it drifted away to purify the sky under the spell.

The purifying burning of the white flame began to spread throughout Vlad III's entire body.

Iskandar showed a satisfied smile: "Hehe, the method of my court magician... you think it should be good, right? After all, vampires and undead should be afraid of this thing."

"You bastard... it turned out to be a baptismal chant... Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Vlad III's ferocious face could no longer see the trace of a human figure.The bat wings of shadow floating behind him, and the pointed ears extending out, made him roar angrily.

Iskandar ignored his exasperation: "I am quite aware of my body. If I turn into a monster and then kill my former subordinates, it would be against my name as Alexander!"

"I will transform you, kill your remaining soldiers with my own hands, and make your subordinates die with despair and betrayal!" Vlad III said through gritted teeth.

"Hahahahahaha... the sound is really pleasant in the end. Unfortunately, you can't do it anymore. I have already asked the magicians to activate the spell on my body, and you can't use this body anymore." As he said, Iskandar glanced regretfully at the three fallen old men beside the bed.

He bit his lip lightly, along with his fiery red hair, red mantras suddenly appeared all over his body, and the strong fire element radiated all over his body.