"Hmm! This battle won't consu too much Wish Power. That's good!" Bai Yang remained seated on a lounge chair in the small town, watching the scene before him with utmost composure.
This incident was, of course, his orchestration. Whether it was the revival of Vlad III or the brief resurrection of Lincoln, everything stemd from his "historical trajectory" design.
Killing had never been the goal; it was rely a process.
Given Vlad III's personality—that of a Southern plantation owner, combined with the aristocratic flair of the European Middle Ages and a temper that ant he would kill you the mont he said he would—this was historically accurate.
The aristocratic lords of that era held absolute power of life and death over their slaves.
Only by aligning with history could the past he edited truly endure.
"Crown, the divine fire is accelerating its burn!" Alvin's voice rang out. "More information, more history, and more links are being ignited and threaded into a single line!"
Bai Yang imdiately summoned the divine fire. He could see this wisp of white fla steadily burning right before his eyes, forging those historical details and crucial worldly information together into a solid piece!
This was undeniably a good thing. If this continued, history would undergo a complete revolution by his hands. The entire history of the Western world would be genuinely rewritten and implented by him, rather than just being the Lies he fabricated previously!
Bai Yang knew exactly what was causing this rapid burning of the fla.
After all, the people before him belonged to the most ancient, wealthy, and powerful families in Arica, with tentacles reaching all across the globe!
Their people had died, they had personally witnessed the ergence of this crisis, and they had even experienced the taste of impending death firsthand.
Under these circumstances, Bai Yang highly doubted they would suspect this was a fake or a setup devised by soone!
These people would absolutely believe that this was a genuine reality, the true revival of myths.
When they returned, they wouldn't publicize the incident, but they would definitely start searching for this Transcendence power and send people to make contact with those Transcendent beings!
That was already enough. It ant that everything Bai Yang had shaped was now acknowledged in this country. The result of their acknowledgnt was the validation of the entire upper echelon!
Widespread acknowledgnt would force local officials to believe it too. From the top down, there would at least be a specific perception of it being "real."
Reversing cause and effect, this future was visible to the naked eye. Thus, the divine fire began to accelerate its digestion, and those histories that originally contained misconceptions and "errors" would all be revised.
First, it would be docunts, Historical Materials, and all sorts of records. Once there was more power and more believers, certain artifacts, historical items, and even Stone Statues would be altered by the power of the divine fire.
Ultimately, the history in everyone's minds and the history on this world's tiline would also undergo a transformation, incorporating the things Bai Yang wanted them to know.
This was what it ant to be a true God, existing above the long river of ti, dwelling within the history of the entire world, and engraved within civilization!
Gazing at the fire, Bai Yang nodded. "Let the events here co to an end. They will spread the news from this place across the country, and we can link our historical revisions to true history."
His figure vanished from the spot, and Alvin followed suit, leaving only The Core behind to manipulate the final outco of the situation.
...
anwhile, in the eyes of Baron and the others, this battle was overwhelmingly spectacular!
Lincoln did not seem particularly strong. There was no "energy" manifesting around him, and his every move consisted of very simple hacking and slashing.
Yet Vlad III struggled imnsely to defend himself. The silver battleaxe constantly found his weak points before chopping down without a shred of rcy.
This forced him, despite being the one flying in the air, into miserable evasion ti and ti again. His incredibly elegant aristocratic deanor had completely vanished, leaving behind only sheer, raging fury!
He roared furiously, "Lincoln!"
"I hear you. Have an axe for your troubles!" An axe swung horizontally through the air, directly smashing Vlad III away once again.
Lincoln's original way of life had never been that of high society. He ca from the bottom rung of society, having worked as a sailor, a ferryman, a plantation laborer, a store clerk, and even a stonemason.
At the sa ti, he was also a land surveyor. Even when he beca a state legislator in Illinois, he continued to walk among the rural countryside, allowing him to seamlessly transition between roughness and elegance.
Clearly, when facing a Vampire, he couldn't afford a single ounce of elegance. He swung his axe over and over, beating his opponent until he howled in pain!
As the battle between the two dragged on, many people finally recovered from their earlier bewildernt.
They recalled everything that had just happened. Looking at the pile of corpses that had been reduced to desiccated husks right where the Vampire stood, they felt sheer terror welling up in their hearts. However, this fear did not linger, because they saw President Lincoln fighting tooth and nail, and they had heard the accounts from the crowd.
Their hearts gradually filled with hope, and they began praying for Lincoln to win.
"I could beat you over a hundred years ago, and I can still beat you now!" Lincoln declared, standing on the ground and staring up at Vlad III in the sky.
Vlad III panted heavily, feeling absolutely absurd. "Damn it! Aren't you afraid of disappearing from this world if you exhaust your power like this?"
"The Lord's Angels will guide back to Heaven, so of course I am not afraid!" Lincoln proclaid. "Therefore... you must die this ti!"
"Impossible! Right now, you are nothing but a set of dry bones pushing yourself past your limits. How could you possibly kill ? You failed to kill a hundred and sixty years ago. Now that I possess so many dark Souls, do you really think you can kill ?"
Vlad III bellowed, "The mont your power runs out will be the mont I slaughter all these people!"
These words made everyone present flinch inwardly. They did not doubt this Vampire's abilities in the slightest. His power was genuinely terrifying enough to devour them without leaving a single scrap behind!
Under such circumstances, a threat like this carried imnse weight.
Hearing this, Lincoln temporarily stayed his hand and gazed at Vlad III. "You are right. Without holy water, silver buckshot, or enchantnts from a Bishop, killing you won't be easy!"
"But this is New Salem, Illinois—the very place I stayed during my youth as a hunter's apprentice!"
"Do you really think I was just making idle conversation with you?"
"You... insidious human!" Hearing this, Vlad III finally realized the trap. He flapped his wings and soared high into the sky, attempting to flee without a second of hesitation!
anwhile, Lincoln pulled an incredibly ancient-looking crossbow from the nearby soil. He wiped the dirt off it, loaded the bolt that had been left resting upon it, and turned to look at Chris.
"Co here, child. I need your help!"
Hearing this request, Chris hurriedly stepped forward.
In a sense, Lincoln was his great-great-great-grandfather; there was no way the man would deceive him.
"I need a little bit of your blood to activate this crossbow!" Watching the retreating Vampire, Lincoln was not in a rush at all. Instead, he took his ti to explain the weapon.
Chris quickly complied. He used a small knife he had on hand to slice his finger open and sared his blood across the crossbow.
As the blood touched the surface, the originally dull and dreary crossbow gradually began to glow right before their eyes.
Hebrew and Latin texts erged along its length. These runes shimred with a silver light, blazing a trail all the way to the firing groove at the very front.
Lincoln raised the crossbow, gazing at the Vampire who was now practically invisible on the horizon. With a light lift of his hand, he drew the string!
"Your na is Chris, isn't it? Watch closely, this is how a Vampire hunter fights!" he declared, firing a bolt straight into the sky!
"Swoosh!" Even though the crossbow was rely half the size of a grown man, the shot fired with the devastating might of a missile!
The sheer impact blasted everything around the two of them away. The terrifying recoil forced them to stumble back over a dozen paces before they could finally stabilize themselves.
A contrail cutting across the heavens materialized before everyone's eyes, streaking off into the distance.
Lincoln finally breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered the crossbow and murmured, "That shot will keep him paralyzed for at least half a year!"
The mont he saw the demon-hunting crossbow, Baron's heart stirred. He rembered Professor Margaret analyzing Lincoln's speech earlier, which contained the line:
"When the dry bones beneath the cotton fields begin to roar, the law must beco the new demon-hunting crossbow." They had once guessed that this was a description of his battle scenes against Vampires, but many others had also speculated that it was highly likely a taphor.
But now Baron knew that it was no taphor. This forr Vampire hunter truly possessed a demon-hunting crossbow!
Moreover, the power of this crossbow was absolutely terrifying!
The force that sliced through space made the heart of everyone who witnessed it tremble!
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