Dracula didn't know what Darian was thinking, but from the undisguised look of disdain in the other party's eyes, he felt a deep malice.
"Courting death!"
Dracula snorted coldly, his entire body instantly blurred, transforming into a bloody afterimage that lunged forward with astonishing speed!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!
Darian didn't hesitate, raising his arm and continuously pulling the trigger, energy bullets forming a dense web of fire, engulfing Dracula!
A sneer of disdain curled at Dracula's lips.
Having learned his lesson, he was already prepared and naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to take the hits head-on again. With his superhuman speed and reflexes, he quickly dodged the incoming energy bullets.
Just as Dracula thought he had dodged all the attacks, those seemingly stray energy bullets suddenly arced in the air in several bizarre, physics-defying curves, striking from various incredible angles!
Dracula: "???"
He had no time to dodge and was hit by all the energy bullets, which savagely poured into his body!
"Ahhh—!!"
Dracula let out a bloodcurdling shriek, his body instantly covered in hideous blood holes, dark red blood gushing out.
The Vampire maid's memories never mentioned bullets that could curve!
This was completely unscientific!
But he didn't stop his forward momentum, enduring the burning pain, and continued to rush in front of Darian, his sharp claws tearing through the air!
However, Dracula did not see the expected panic on Darian's face.
Just as the claws were about to touch Darian, a dazzling White light suddenly burst from Darian's body, and a magic shield immediately covered him completely.
Bang!!
The sharp claws fiercely struck the energy shield but failed to penetrate it. Instead, they were scorched by the light energy attached to it.
Dracula felt a burning sensation and instinctively retracted his claws.
A look of shock appeared on his face as he blurted out, "This is the aura of magic!?"
Darian was slightly surprised by this.
He hadn't expected this Vampire King to recognize the power of magic.
But he didn't hesitate for a moment. Seizing the brief instant of Dracula's distraction, his right elbow shot out like a spring compressed to its limit!
Muay Thai warning!
Bang!
A heavy thud sounded as his elbow slammed into Dracula's face!
Under the God of Death's Eye's unique slow-motion perspective, the elbow deeply caved in Dracula's nose bridge, his two eyeballs bulged out from the violent impact, his cheeks wildly puffed out from the rushing wind, and his entire face was twisted grotesquely like a horse's, the art style completely breaking down.
"Ugh ah!"
Dracula let out a muffled cry of pain, his feet instantly leaving the ground!
He was sent flying backward by the immense force, crashing straight through the wall behind him and landing heavily on the ground, his body bouncing a few times due to inertia before finally coming to a stop.
As the dust slowly settled, Dracula lay deeply embedded in the rubble, motionless for a moment.
His nasal bone was completely caved in, his entire face noticeably sunken, a scorched smell emanating from his flesh, and dark red blood continuously seeped from his seven orifices, a truly gruesome sight.
If it were an ordinary Vampire, suffering such severe injuries, they would likely be ready for a funeral.
However, Dracula's body suddenly trembled in the rubble. He propped himself up with his arms and slowly rose from the ruins.
At the same time, the spilled blood seemed to be drawn by an unseen force, unnaturally flowing back into his wounds. His collapsed facial bones re-emerged, the charred flesh peeled away, and the numerous bullet holes on his body rapidly closed and healed.
In just a few breaths, Dracula was restored to his original state, even his torn clothes returning to normal, as if he had been reset to factory settings.
"What thick blood."
Darian couldn't help but exclaim at the sight.
It was important to note that all of his attacks were imbued with the Light attribute, which had true damage effects against dark creatures like Vampires.
If an ordinary Vampire were hit in a vital spot, they would instantly turn to dust, without even a chance to struggle.
Yet Dracula had endured so many shots, even having his head pierced by energy bullets, plus Darian's full-force elbow, and he was still unharmed; his health bar hadn't even changed much.
This self-healing ability was even stronger than that of Logan and Victor, the immortal brothers!
"Damn human!!"
Dracula's face was twisted, and towering killing intent surged in his scarlet eyes.
As the former King of Vampires who ruled the night, how could he have suffered such humiliation, being put in such a sorry state by a mere human? It was an absolute disgrace!
"I will make you understand the consequences of angering Dracula!"
Dracula was furious, his terrifying aura steadily rising, and an endless stream of bloody energy surged from his body, transforming into a thick blood mist swirling around him, making him appear as if he were immersed in a boiling pool of blood.
The BOSS has entered its second phase!
Darian narrowed his eyes and whispered to Blade at his feet, "This guy is not easy to deal with. I'll hold off Dracula later; you leave here first."
Blade was fine against other Vampires, but against an opponent of Dracula's caliber, the strength gap was too vast; he couldn't help at all.
"No, I can't let you face this dangerous guy alone!"
Blade shook his head, refusing. In their line of work, loyalty was everything, and abandoning a companion to escape alone was something he could never do.
Darian was very touched by this: "Then how about we switch? You hold off Dracula, and I'll run."
Blade's expression instantly froze.
He cleared his throat, pretending not to have heard the latter half of Darian's sentence, and then said with a serious expression, "However, since you've made this decision, I respect your choice. This guy is all yours!"
After speaking, Blade, dragging his heavily injured body, nimbly left the spot.
However, he didn't completely leave; he just found a corner and activated his passive stealth. Unless someone could make him laugh with a big grin, it would be difficult to spot him with the naked eye.
Seeing the two of them ignoring him and interacting, Dracula's anger intensified.
"Today, none of you will leave here alive! I will drain every last drop of your blood!"
Before his words finished, Dracula's figure suddenly shot up!
His body almost skimmed the ground as he charged forward, his speed increasing by more than a notch compared to before!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!
Gunshots erupted suddenly, several energy bullets bursting from the barrel, precisely locking onto Dracula's position!
Dracula, who had repeatedly been caught off guard, was already highly vigilant.
Almost at the instant the gun fired, the bloody energy in his hand surged wildly, instantly condensing into a blood-colored longsword. The sword hummed, and in his hand, it danced into an impenetrable blood-colored sword curtain.
Clang, clang, clang, clang—!
A series of crisp collision sounds rang out, and all the incoming energy bullets were completely blocked by the sword curtain, bursting into sparks in the air.
As expected of an old man who has lived for hundreds or thousands of years, his hand speed is fast enough!
While parrying with his sword, Dracula's footwork didn't falter at all. Like a bloody bolt of lightning, he broke through the bullet screen and instantly closed in on Darian!
Dracula let out a sinister laugh, his blood-colored longsword emitting a piercing shriek as it cleaved down towards Darian's head!
Clang—!
A crisp and deafening clash of Blades echoed throughout the space.
Darian also condensed a dazzling magic sword in his hand, blocking Dracula's cleave.
Dracula's blood-red pupils constricted slightly, and he blurted out, "Illumination Magic!?"
"It's a magic sword!"
Darian retorted as usual; this had almost become his instinctive reaction.
The two energy Blades were locked in a deadly standoff, light energy and blood-colored energy clashing fiercely, erupting in bursts of dazzling sparks.
But this struggle lasted less than half a second before Dracula's face immediately showed difficulty.
Damn it, how can this human's strength be so great!
Dracula felt a terrifying immense force coming from the magic sword, making his sword-wielding arm tingle.
As the most supreme existence among Vampires, for countless ages, he had always crushed opponents with sheer power. When had he ever been completely suppressed in terms of power like this?
However, this struggle did not last long.
As if by telepathy, both of them simultaneously took half a step back, releasing the force on their swords, then, like two intersecting flashes of lightning, they charged forward to clash again!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang—!
White and blood-colored sword shadows collided fiercely in the air, each clash erupting in deafening roars.
Darian, with the enhancement of his basic one-handed sword skill, had reached a considerably proficient level of swordsmanship. Every move was precise and efficient, with no wasted motions.
However, Dracula had, after all, lived for over a thousand years and personally experienced countless battles, big and small. He himself was a veritable master swordsman, skilled with a Blade.
Every one of his swords strikes was cunning and sharp, often concealing killing intent within seemingly ordinary moves, unpredictable and difficult to parry.
On one side was the aesthetically pleasing raw power, on the other, techniques honed through a thousand trials.
The two sides were locked in fierce combat, sword light interweaving in an inseparable struggle.
Given this situation, as long as neither of them pulled any tricks, this duel would likely be difficult to decide in a short time.
However, as a player, how could Darian possibly stick to the rules?
Bang!
A gunshot rang out without warning.
Dracula's pupils constricted, and his blood-colored longsword instinctively spun, immediately raising it to block the incoming energy bullet.
He laughed in extreme anger, mocking, "A cleric who claims to be the embodiment of light actually resorts to sneak attacks with hidden weapons like this?"
Darian's expression remained unchanged, and he seriously retorted, "This isn't a hidden weapon, this is my externalized Energy Sword!"
What the hell is Energy Sword!
Do you really think I didn't see the pistol you were hiding in your hand!?
Dracula felt a bit conflicted.
The Church actually produced such a treacherous, shameless cleric. As their natural adversary, he should have been happy.
But then he thought, if The Church was full of such individuals, Dracula couldn't help but feel deep worry for his future Vampire Dynasty. He was afraid that his Vampires wouldn't be able to outplay these clerics.
Perhaps, in the future, he should try to infiltrate The Church and see if he could abduct a few clerics to become his progeny.
If he was lucky enough to encounter an excellent specimen like Darian, there would be no need for training; the moment after being bitten, they could immediately take up their post as an evil Vampire.
Clang! Bang! Clang! Clang! Bang—!
Amidst the dense clashes of Blades, a few extremely dissonant gunshots occasionally intermingled.
At this moment, Dracula felt utterly exhausted.
He not only had to deal with Darian's magic sword but also had to constantly divert his attention to guard against Darian's golden desert eagle.
To be fair, compared to his unremarkable swordsmanship, Darian's marksmanship was clearly more threatening. The bullets he fired were impossible to guard against, forcing Dracula to focus most of his attention on Darian's surprise shots.
It was utterly infuriating!
"Take this sword!"
Just then, Darian shouted loudly, holding his sword in his right hand as if to strike.
Dracula immediately raised his sword into a parrying stance, but unexpectedly, Darian's left hand had quietly moved to his waist, and he decisively pulled the trigger.
Bang!
"Ah!!"
The gunshot and the scream sounded almost simultaneously.
A hole instantly appeared in Dracula's forehead, but there was no cheerful boy's smile. Instead, he glared at Darian, his eyes practically spitting fire.
"Shameless scoundrel! The Church is ashamed of you!"
"As long as I can eradicate you, this heretic, I am willing to bear all the infamy."
Darian spoke righteously, but the speed of his sword swings grew even more rapid. His strategy was to strike when his opponent was down, and now that Dracula's attack rhythm was broken, it was the best time for a counterattack.
Having been ambushed by a shameless scoundrel, Dracula suddenly became passive. Although he wasn't completely flustered, he was stretched thin.
Finally, after much effort, Dracula managed to regroup and attempted to counterattack.
"Take this sword!"
Darian shouted, swinging his sword out.
Familiar lines, familiar moves!
Dracula immediately became fully alert, his eyes fixed on Darian's every movement.
This time, he absolutely wouldn't fall for it!
However, the expected gunshot did not come. Instead, a dazzling light spread out from the magic sword.
At this moment, Dracula felt as if he saw the Sun, which he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Ah! My eyes!"
The blinding effect of holy light was already extremely strong, and Dracula had intentionally widened his eyes, doubling the effect.
At this moment, Dracula's vision was completely white; he couldn't see anything.
Not only that, but holy light also inflicted terrifying damage on Vampires.
Pure light energy filled Dracula's entire body, and wherever it passed, flesh and blood burned like paper, turning into large chunks of black ash that drifted away.
Darian pressed the attack, striking while the iron was hot, wielding his magic sword and relentlessly hacking at Dracula.
Wherever the Blade struck, limbs flew, and his head was directly chopped into hand-minced beef balls!
The scene was quite brutal!
Despite this, Darian found that Dracula's health bar had barely decreased, let alone that he was dead.
The gruesome sight before him was merely an illusion.
Just as Darian expected, the scattered Dracula suddenly melted into viscous blood plasma, and countless blood-colored bats flew out from the blood plasma, emitting piercing shrieks.
These bats gathered and circled in the air, squeezing and merging with each other, quickly re-coalescing into Dracula's form.
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 Darian and said coldly, "I have long transcended life and death. You, with your power, can never truly kill me!"