The Infinite Journey of the Sage

Chapter 012 Plus, Dracula

The empty boat slowly exploded.

The vampire wrapped in Integra, a direct descendant of Alcatel, Silas Victoria jumped out of the exploding airship with Integra Van Helsing in his arms.

Then he stood on the hill and looked at the two men wielding long swords. Every collision would bring out a series of sparks. Silas looked at Integura and asked: "Lord Integura ,I……"

"There is no need to go. This is Alcatel's glory, this is his battle, this is his..." Integra was slowly speechless.

If she really ordered Silas to help Alcatel, let alone whether she could win the battle, Alcatel's pride itself would not allow Silas to interfere in his affairs.

What's more, this is a battle that he has long cherished for more than a thousand years.

How happy he is! The smile on his face was not the kind of crazy smile, not the kind of crazy smile, not the kind of irrational smile.

But true happiness!

He was truly enjoying fighting. How many years had he not enjoyed such happiness? !

Even if he is killed, he will be resurrected immediately, and then fight with Kelal again. Alcatel, who has lost his firearm, can only wield a sword like a primitive man.

Of course, the more primitive thing is the hand, but fighting Keilal with your hands at this time is really asking for death. Keilal can cut him into several pieces in an instant!

Killed, resurrected, killed again.

The crisp sound of swords and halberds clashing echoed in the empty London.

Integra noticed that there were slowly more and more people around him.

Those are the survivors who survived. No matter how much London is destroyed, there will still be people who survive.

And in such a big London, it is still impossible to really kill all the people here. These people are the last remaining people.

London is very big, and there are many people living here. What's even more frightening is that they can't escape at all, because the roads are full of traffic jams, and they can't drive away even if they want to.

Then this place was the only place with sound. The other people who burned, killed and looted here had disappeared, and only this place was left.

The remaining people were all giving up on themselves. The people who had given up on themselves slowly gathered and came to the vicinity. They looked at the two people in the scene with confused and strange expressions on their faces.

Integra silently lit a cigar for herself. This scene was something she had not expected, and it was also something the fat major had not thought of.

This place has completely turned into a battlefield, stage, and arena for these two men.

Only one of the two can survive.

She believed that man was definitely Dracula.

But both people present knew that this was not absolute.

In fact, the two of them have nothing to do with who kills whom.

The two of them were already completely fighting for their will.

Ordinary slashes were too lazy to dodge or block. They used gauntlets and breastplates to block them. Simple minor injuries were meaningless. Both Kelal and Alcatel would heal in an instant.

Now there is only one thing the two are competing against, willpower, kill him, kill him, kill him.

Compared with the people watching.

The two people in the center of the battlefield no longer knew how many times they had slashed at each other, nor how many times they had killed or been killed. As for how long the fight lasted, the two of them had not changed their minds.

But Silas and Integra watched dumbfoundedly as they just waved and fought. From the first ray of sunlight in the morning to the last ray of sunlight in dusk, the two of them fought like this. One day, and then another night.

When the British army entered here and dispersed the refugees, the next morning, the first ray of sunshine came.

When Kelal's sword pierced Alcatel's chest.

They both suddenly stopped moving.

"Is it over? Who won?" Integra swallowed and looked at the scene. Although there is no doubt that Alcatel lost from the scene, Alcatel is a monster that cannot be treated with common sense. , after such a day and night of fighting, Integra would not be surprised even if the opponent is exhausted to death.

"Hehehehe..." Alcatel burst into laughter, and then quickly turned into a wild laugh: "Hehehehehe...hahahaha..."

He laughed extremely loudly, but Integra began to have a bad feeling in his heart.

"Well done, sage." He slowly let go of the long sword in his hand, letting the long sword fall to the ground and insert it into the ground. He slowly brushed the long sword that was inserted into his body. .

He slowly stopped laughing and looked at Keilal with his deep eyes.

"Sure enough... you are the only one who can kill me and send me on my last journey..." He smiled gently, gently and peacefully, just like the beloved legionnaire thousands of years ago. Same length.

"That's right, the only one who can kill you is me, my old enemy." Kailar slowly pulled the sword out of his chest bit by bit.

"Yes, the only one who can kill me is you, the sage of Camelot..." Alcatel's hair covered his face, and he smiled softly, with a relaxed expression on his face, He took two steps back gently.

"Master!!" Silas Victoria suddenly turned into a bloody light, came to Alcatel's side and supported him.

"By the way, and you, my servant."

"Sage, I have a request." He suddenly raised his head, looked at Kelal, and said.

"I know." Kailar knew it without him even needing to say anything. He nodded gently: "I won't kill her. I will take good care of her. Don't worry."

"Yes, as expected of you, then I don't have any big regrets... Silas, Silas Victoria, I order you to never resist him or attack him in the future." As her superior vampire, this order must not be resisted.

"Well..." Silas' face wavered, but then he lowered his head: "Yes."

"Alcat! I won't allow you to die! This is an order!!" Integra stumbled down from the hill and shouted loudly.

"I'm sorry, Earl, this time, I have to disobey..."

His eyes slowly blurred, and he laughed softly as he looked at Integra Van Helsing, who was getting closer and closer.

"What a good woman..."

His body slowly withered and turned gray. Then, like a stone statue corroded by the long river of time, it slowly turned into dust. When blown by the wind, it gently passed away with the wind...

PS: Oops, it’s too late. It’s too late.