[232] Command Spell
Not good—
A bloodstain was left on Arash's cheek.
Being vigilant for too long leads to mistakes!
Even for someone as nimble as him, it was inevitable to be attacked unexpectedly.
In his lifetime, he was said to have never been wounded even on the battlefield and never fallen ill since birth—legendary tales that were now being shattered!
Even though it was just a small wound on his cheek, with little blood flowing, it was still a wound.
Currently, it was just a small wound, but what about the next one?
Next, the second, the third—
Snap!—On the contrary, Alucard was in a completely different situation.
Covered in wounds!
His arms had been broken countless times, his head pierced through numerous times, and his heart impaled more times than one could count!
Yet—he continued to attack!
He laughed—arrogant and prideful, especially when injured, he seemed even more delighted.
"What's wrong? Stopped attacking? Tired? Is this all you've got?"
"No," Arash, holding his bow and arrows, said, "I'm just thinking, who... are you?"
"I," Alucard laughed, "I am Lancer of the Black Faction in this Holy Grail War, real name Alucard."
"Lancer?" Arash was stunned.
"What? Surprised?"
"Yeah... well, I didn't expect Lancer to use a gun. Is a gun considered a type of lance now? Strange," Arash chuckled like a child.
Simultaneously, he released the arrows in his hand.
The arrows instantly blasted Alucard's upper body into pieces—
Blood covered the rooftop.
"In that case... is it effective?" Although Saber had mentioned that even if she used her Noble Phantasm to evaporate Alucard, it wouldn't kill him, Arash still wanted to witness his revival process with his own eyes. At least, he wanted to witness it once.
Bang!—At that moment.
Arash's face, staring at the remaining half of Alucard's body, changed.
From beneath his feet, a severed arm appeared out of nowhere—
Only an arm with a black gun still in hand.
The trigger was pulled—
A bullet shot out, catching Arash off guard.
Blood splattered—
Arash managed to block the strike just before it hit his body, but—his arm was no longer usable.
While the left arm was intact, the right arm had lost a large chunk of flesh and was rendered useless. Not to mention pulling a bowstring, he couldn't even move it.
Let alone firing an arrow.
Even so, a piece of flesh was cut off from his face.
"Haha, looks like it's over for now." Alucard laughed, emerging from the ground like a shadow. Unlike before, he was now dressed in a black straitjacket.
"No, I can still fight." Arash put away his bow, lifted his left hand, and smiled. "I'm not the type who can't fight with just one hand... Well, it's the first time I've suffered injuries of this degree, though."
"Oh... Haha—Not bad! Come, come! I'm right here! The monster is right here! Attack me, Arash! HURRY! HURRY! HURRY!"
"Of course, no need for you to say—"
Saying that, Arash charged towards Alucard.
In any case, he wanted to know the true nature of Alucard's resurrection, at least the true nature of his abilities.
Chirp—Alucard clasped his hands, and the crimson rune on his gloves emitted light—
"Wail! Wail! And then die—"
Alucard said, rushing towards Arash, his arm like a spear stabbing at Arash—
Bang!
"General! Arash—"
Thud—
The sound of air being pierced...
Alucard's pupils slightly contracted. In front of him, Arash disappeared, "Is this... a Command Spel? Hmph... Hahaha—so be it, this time, spare him. Spare his life this once!"
But... the next time might not be so simple.
This time, he relied on surprise to unexpectedly disable Archer's arm.
Different from a swordsman, a swordsman can still swing a sword with one hand. But, for an archer... without one hand, how can he draw a bow?
Of course... in reality, it was possible. Even if Arash lost one hand or even both, he could still draw a bow and shoot arrows.
However—Alucard was on the opposite side, and even if he managed to shoot an arrow after much effort, what would be the use?
It was useless, it couldn't kill him.
Alucard once again put on his red coat and looked to the other side—
That was the battle between Saber and Saber—
However, an unexpected interruption had occurred...
...
"How are you, alright?" Barthomeloi Lorelei looked at the summoned Arash and said. Arash was summoned from the clone squad under her command.
"No, I'm saved." Arash shook his left hand and smiled. "That guy is really a monster, no matter how you kill him, he won't die."
"Of course... It's difficult to kill him unless you do it millions of times..."
"Huh? What? Do you know his identity?"
"Alucard... Dracula. Unfortunately, it's like this... He's not an existence in this world. Rather, he's an illusion that shouldn't exist in the first place," Barthomeloi Lorelei said. "I only found out recently... Now, it will take some time for your injuries to heal. It's a good opportunity to check out the manga called 'Hellsing'... he's a character from there."
"Manga... Hmm, you mean a person from the story?"
"Yes, that's right." Barthomeloi Lorelei nodded and sat on the side with a short whip in her hand. "Though, the character has a prototype—Vlad III, the ruler of Wallachia. That's why he can be summoned. However... killing him is difficult."
"Difficult? Does that mean it's not impossible?" Arash's eyes lit up.
"That's right, Heracles has a Noble Phantasm called the Twelve Labors, which means you need to kill him twelve times to end his life. Similarly, Alucard's Noble Phantasm is equivalent to a million trials. You need to kill him over a million times to end his life, and when he starts to drink blood again, his life will increase once more!"
Arash was momentarily stunned, then he smiled, "So that's it. No wonder, no matter how you attack him, he neither dodges nor defends... So, you need to kill him over a million times, huh? It's really tough. Even if he stands there and lets me shoot, it might not work."
"However, there is another way." Barthomeloi Lorelei said again.
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