There was no grunt of pain, nor panic or shock. Just clear, steady action that followed.
As soon as the spikes dug into his body, the Emperor could sense them wriggling deeper and deeper, intent on inflicting the most damage.
It was as though the blood had a mind of its own. Either that, or Alucard himself was manually controlling it.
But they barely went half an inch deep, while the crystalized, marble armor simply denied entry.
Flames swirled through the Emperor's muscles, melting away the bloody substances from his body.
Up.
Alucard was above now, releasing a torrent of condensed blood bullets heavily raining down upon the earth.
The pair of titanic flame arms rose above the Emperor to protect him, casually melting away the countless bullets before they could cause any real harm.
But the blood monsoon didn't stop. It was pouring over the entire island, harsher than a thunderstorm.
