I seriously doubt there is something wrong with my Chaldea

Even with the blessing of the saint, the only thing he can resist is the erosion of monsters, and he still cannot avoid powerful physical damage.

"You are more difficult to deal with than I imagined, Holy One."

Giorgios, who was already unable to answer, showed a smile on his blood-stained face.

It's like saying, "It's an honor to be complimented by you."

Vlad III didn't pay too much attention to Joel Jose's smile, but continued: "However, I'm still a little strange, why you, who have always been very good at defending and counterattacking, suddenly choose to attack even if you get closer to me?" Woolen cloth?"

"I have countless iron stakes that you can't hit with your short and pitiful sword. That's why you died so quickly in my hands."

"Obviously, if you keep a certain distance from me, with this [Invincible Holy Sword] in your hand, even if you can't hurt me, I can't kill you who is protected by the holy sword..."

"and many more."

Vlad III, who was talking on his own, was stunned for a moment, as if he suddenly thought of something.

He opened his eyes wide, and the blood-red pupils reflected the lonely figure of the saint nailed to death on the earth by countless black iron stakes.

"Could it be that... are you intentionally getting close to...?"

"........."

………Yes, but it’s too late for you to react now.

"Bang——!!!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Before he could fully react, suddenly, a pure white mark appeared on his body, and wisps of light golden streamer spewed out from Vlad III's body like blood from a wound.

"This—this is——"

There was a severe pain from his body that he had almost never felt after becoming a monster named "Dracula". With a sudden almost uncontrollable scream, Vlad III's small pupils suddenly dilated .

----impossible.

Based on the semi-"vampirization", he has appeared in the world as a Lancer with the attribute of "madness". Logically speaking, no matter what kind of damage it is, it cannot cause such pain to him... ! ! !

However, only Giorgios as a Christian saint is different, only his power as a saint is different!

As one of the saints of Christianity, although Giorgios is not superior in physical combat power, his "sacred" power is definitely the best even in almost the entire Christianity.

With such "divine" power, Giorgios would be a fatal blow to Vlad III with every strike.

It was precisely because of this that before Giorgios tried to attack in close quarters but showed his flaws, the Impaler had always been unwilling to rashly fight the saint in close quarters.

The Impaler, who was almost swallowed by the pain, couldn't help but widen his eyes. Could it be...could it be that even that flaw was revealed on purpose by him? !

Just for the fatal blow now? !

The white sacred imprint was like a branding iron branding on his body, and a burst of black air continued to emerge, while the golden streamer was still continuously splashing out like fresh blood.

Is this what you expected too? !

Giorgios! ! ! ! !

In an instant, the strange long spear in the Impaler's hand stabbed at the saint who had been completely pierced.

"bass--------"

Suddenly, less than one centimeter away from the head of the dragon-slaying saint, the sharp gun suddenly stopped.

"Chi Chi Chi..."

It sounded like the effervescent tablet was tumbling in boiling water, the sound of melting came, and wisps of black air and golden streamer radiated from the body of Duke Piercing together.

"Ok………!!!"

The Impaler couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Bangdang——"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of metal falling to the ground, the weird spear immediately fell to the ground.

And Vlad III now has no way to grasp the gun that has turned into substance.

"call………………"

As the soft spring breeze blew, wisps of black liquid and golden streamer also drifted away with the wind.

He couldn't feel the pain anymore, whether it was his hands or his body, they gradually dissipated under the divine light.

"…………Humph."

There was no murderous look in his eyes anymore, but he just snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Is this the end...?"

No matter how unwilling the impaler is now, for him, everything is over.

The golden magic particles dissipated along with the black mist, and his body gradually became transparent.

Regarding this, the smile on the face of Giorgios, who had already been nailed to the ground, couldn't help but grow stronger.

But even so, it cannot change the fact that his [body (spirit base)], which is also presented by magic power, gradually collapses after the [core] is destroyed. It's enough to last that long.

"........."

Seeing the last trace of the saint's smile, the Impaler's face couldn't help showing a hint of color that only ghost generals who protect the country can have.

"Tch, no matter what, will the right to run rampant on other people's [land] always be destroyed? No matter who it is, and no matter what kind of posture it is."

"I'm really not reconciled to losing like this..."

He murmured softly, as if the disappearance of the spirit foundation made his voice gradually fade away.

"However, being able to fight a decisive battle with the dragon slayer who is good at protecting, and turning into a demon, I am already satisfied..."

These are not the words of a monster named "Dracula", but the heartfelt words of "Guardian General" and "Shield of Christ".

"…………"

...Let's be each other, the ghost generals who protect the country...

A gust of spring wind that awakened the earth came from overseas, leaving only a dense black iron pile on this dilapidated land.

The enemy's berserk Lancer, Vlad III, exits the field.

Your own Rider, Giorgios, exits the field.

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Chapter 190: The Endgame

Already...successful...

The sharp spear in his hand finally pierced through that guy's body, and the sound waves enough to tear people apart shattered her spiritual core...

Until... until the end... or... I won...

Looking at the individual in front of her who was gradually turning into golden magic particles and dissipating in the air, Elizabeth subconsciously wanted to show that kind of victorious smile.

But now there is no way to laugh.

"Cough...cough cough cough cough --- woo... woo waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..."

Dragging half of her body that was almost completely necrotic, blood and internal organs blocked the trachea, causing Elizabeth to cough and vomit violently.

What was spit out were large swathes of blood, as well as fragments of internal organs.

But... enough is enough...

Even if she was smashed through half of her body by that guy's iron maiden and broke the spirit core...but there is no doubt...the final winner is still her...!

I have already made that idiot who forgot who he is realize his own existence.....to be able to do this...already...already...

"Hahaha……"

Lying powerlessly on the ground full of mud, her blood that had not yet been decomposed into magic power, internal organs fragments, and mud were mixed together, and she just fell into such blood that could easily cause nausea.

If there was even a sliver of strength left... she would never die in such a disgusting place...

But she no longer has the strength to get up, and even this body is gradually "collapsing".

The golden magic particles separated from her body and scattered in mid-air, looking like flower petals.

This is the end...

I'm really not reconciled......

The enemy's berserk Assassin, Camilla, leave the field.

Lancer, Elizabeth, who appears in the world on his own order, exits.

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confirm…………

The enemy Archer has been successfully killed!

Even though he was dragging his injured body, the turquoise figure still walked like flying on the bare ground, turning into a turquoise light, heading straight for the main battlefield which is the center of Orleans.

She has seen it.

Even their giant dragons couldn't stop the rhythm of their attack. Radon's death was undoubtedly a heavy blow to their side.

What's more, even the Master who summoned them...

"........."

But these are not enough to stop her as a hunter!All this is not difficult to change.

She knew very well in her heart that as long as that tree was still there, their side would not be considered defeated.

"Bang!!!"

But at this moment, unexpected accidents still happened.

Accompanied by the shaking of the ground, the monster in [the river] suddenly drilled out of the ground, and with a deafening roar, it immediately rushed towards the huntress in front of it.

"Tarasque?!"

The huntress who instinctively wanted to fight back suddenly saw the evil dragon driven by the berserk Rider, and she couldn't help being stunned.

"Roar!!!"

But the son of Leviathan didn't stop because of this. In an instant, the poisonous dragon's breath spewed out, and the berserk Archer could only dodge in a hurry when he saw it.

"...Is it under control...or... Rider has surrendered to the enemy...?"

The poisonous dragon's breath is everywhere around him, and the only open space is full of arrows that tore apart the poisonous fire, and the berserk Archer can't help but think.

But it's useless to think about it now, she pulled the Sky Bow in her hand, and since she has been confirmed as hostile, she should kill it.

With only this thought in his mind, the wind pressure instantly set off by the three missile-like arrows was enough to tear people into pieces, completely sealing off the area in front of them.

"call out------!!!"

But even so, a figure still tore through the huge wind pressure around him as if it was unstoppable, and suddenly appeared behind the berserk Archer.

"what----"

The huntress turned her head sharply. Even with her quick reactions, she could only feel someone appearing behind her when the surrounding wind pressure was momentarily distorted.

It was too late to escape in such a short distance.

"Bang!!!!!!"

That was a blow that almost squeezed the surrounding air into a vacuum state just by the fist wind alone, and the huge surrounding wind pressure disappeared in an instant in the vacuum environment.

So much so that even that punch stopped abruptly the moment it was struck.

"Pfft—ah..."

He didn't even have a chance to fly out. The moment he was punched through his chest and shattered his spirit core, the berserk Archer let go of the Sky Bow in his hand and fell to the ground all at once.

"Ri... Rider..."

Powerlessly fell to the ground, Mad Archer opened his eyes wide, even though she knew what happened the moment she saw Taratos attacking her, but Mad Rider's speed was too fast, she even The spirit core was pierced before he could even react.