Chapter 97: Pure Strength
The first target of Holy Nail Anderson was Chang Wei. Alucard was still recovering, and directly devouring life would slow his regeneration.
Anderson lunged at Chang Wei.
Yet, Chang Wei didn't dodge. He remained motionless, standing exactly where he had been from the beginning—neither retreating nor advancing. With an air of absolute dominance, as if he alone reigned supreme above and below, he awaited any challenge.
The gunblade slashed down.
"A monster using a gunblade?"
Chang Wei sneered and reached out to grab the weapon.
Clang!
Sparks flew. Chang Wei was slightly surprised—the gunblade didn't shatter immediately. Though cracks rapidly spread across its surface, they vanished in the blink of an eye. At the same time, Anderson, as if ignoring the laws of physics, swung again, seemingly unaffected by recoil.
"Ignoring recoil?"
Chang Wei threw a punch, shattering the gunblade and blowing Anderson's head apart!
His sheer power disregarded such trivial matters. If Anderson had been immune to his fists, then that would have been surprising.
At that moment, a monstrous force wrapped around him from behind—Alucard's river of blood had ensnared him.
Simultaneously, Anderson's thorns spread toward him.
Chang Wei's back split open. Cells divided, forming two massive demonic arms that tore through Alucard's river of death and grasped Anderson's thorns.
These were the hands of G3. In the lore, G3 was also known as the "Fallen Angel," thus these arms were called the Hands of the Fallen Angel.
Then came an unimaginable pain. The thorns' barbs hurt.
Even though the thorns were fragile in his grip, crumbling with a mere squeeze, the pain was like a brand, searing into his flesh and nerves.
"They wounded my soul? Ignored my fleshly defenses? Too bad, monster of God—it's still not enough."
Chang Wei's two Fallen Angel hands grabbed Anderson and tore him apart.
A wounded soul still caused agony, regardless of how intact the body remained. A person would carry such pain for life.
But Chang Wei was no longer mortal. He had become the progenitor of vampires, infused with werewolf blood, evolving into a fusion of supernatural and scientific monstrosity. Soul damage? He could just absorb other souls to compensate.
If destroying a vampire progenitor's soul was so easy, Alucard would have perished ages ago.
Alucard wasn't surprised. Watching Chang Wei break free from his river of death felt as effortless as shaking off a spiderweb. No matter how sticky it was, it couldn't restrain him.
And now, seeing the Fallen Angel hands, Alucard didn't react with shock—only anger and arrogance. He attacked both Chang Wei and Anderson at once.
No bullets? He still had his sword!
The one once known as the "Unrelenting Demon Blade" was not just a sharpshooter. If guns couldn't deal with these two monsters, then let the Count handle it.
Adorning a suit of armor and wielding a greatsword, Alucard swung at Chang Wei while simultaneously unleashing his river of death on Anderson.
Anderson leaped high into the air, dodging the river of death. Midair, countless thorns erupted from his back, forming a massive, cross-shaped structure that spread indiscriminately, ensnaring everything in the vicinity.
The Betrayers were forced to retreat. Yet, they refused to leave—they wanted to witness the outcome of this battle.
Chang Wei allowed the thorns of suffering and agony to wrap around him. Alucard, on the other hand, attempted to sever them, but they restrained him too well. His river of death was instantly cut apart, and even his sword failed to slice through them.
Caught off guard, Alucard's expression changed as the thorns enveloped him.
"Alucard!"
Integra gasped. Seeing him completely entangled, she grew anxious.
After all, London was already gone—obliterated by this monster, Chang Wei. She couldn't allow him to leave alive.
To unleash Alucard's full power, all of Van Helsing's seals needed to be lifted. Integra resolved to do it now.
Meanwhile, Chang Wei felt discomfort. Was it because his vampire and werewolf traits were countered by these thorns? Or did they possess something beyond just soul damage?
Breaking free was no issue—he could tear through them effortlessly, not even needing to exert himself. His sheer power could shatter all techniques.
Yet, he hesitated. Was he testing himself? Was he simply reckless? Or was he measuring his own strength?
If these thorns could harm a god, how would they affect him?
Soon, he got his answer.
A raging inferno ignited moments after the thorns ensnared him.
Then—unbearable pain.
Impossible.
He had endured far worse before—when he used nuclear radiation to force the Blacklight Virus to evolve. But this pain was different. It wasn't just physical—it was conceptual. It was Pain itself.
Even a person with congenital analgesia, even a comatose patient, would feel this soul-wrenching, unbearable agony.
His soul was burning.
The life and souls within the river of death were burning.
Yet his body remained unharmed. Was it due to his resistance, or did this holy fire only purify the soul?
Moreover, the thorns restraining him seemed to grow tougher.
That was because Helena's Holy Nail was piercing deeper into Anderson's heart, soon to fuse completely.
"Did it work?"
The Betrayers watched, believing Anderson had suppressed the two monsters and was about to execute them.
But then—
From within the raging flames, the thorns were torn apart.
Anderson was yanked forward by an immense force, dragged right in front of Chang Wei.
"I f*ing hate it when I'm transforming and someone hits me with true damage..."
Chang Wei gripped Anderson's throat and spoke coldly.
Anderson said nothing—he only locked eyes with Chang Wei.
Chang Wei placed his hand on the Holy Nail.
"Let me give you a hand. Speed things up."
With that, he pushed forcefully, driving Helena's Holy Nail fully into Anderson's heart.
Yet, it did not emerge from his back.
Clearly, Anderson had already begun integrating with the Holy Nail.
Chang Wei's actions seemed to trigger something.
Anderson's entire body started trembling violently.