The blood on Number 11's chin disappeared completely.
Not slowly.
Instantly.
The skin repaired itself like the injury had never existed.
Alucard stood in the middle of the broken forest, his transformed claws still steaming from the previous exchange. The wind moved through the torn trees around them while dust drifted across the battlefield.
Number 11 smiled.
Then he grabbed the collar of his shirt and tore it off casually.
"Shapeshift."
His body distorted.
Muscles shifted beneath his skin.
Bones cracked and reformed.
His face changed.
Hair changed.
Height adjusted.
And within seconds—
Another Alucard stood there.
Same build.
Same short purple hair.
Same crimson beast-like eyes.
Even the pressure felt similar.
Alucard narrowed his eyes slightly.
"So that's what you do…"
He rolled his shoulders.
"Change into people's bodies?"
Number 11 smirked using Alucard's own face.
"You should be proud."
BOOM.
The ground exploded beneath him.
He rushed Alucard instantly.
The two collided in close quarters combat immediately.
Fist met claw.
Elbow met forearm.
A spinning kick cut through the air toward Alucard's head, but Alucard ducked beneath it and countered with a rising claw strike aimed at Number 11's ribs.
Number 11 twisted his body sideways mid-motion and barely avoided the hit before driving a knee toward Alucard's chest.
Alucard blocked with both forearms.
The impact blasted dirt outward.
Number 11 didn't stop.
He stepped forward aggressively, throwing a rapid combination of punches.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
All within a single breath.
Alucard matched every strike head-on.
Their fists crashed against each other repeatedly, shockwaves bursting through the forest each time their attacks connected.
BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.
Trees split apart nearby from the pressure alone.
Number 11 suddenly threw a straight punch toward Alucard's face.
Alucard blocked it with his right hand.
Then—
He grabbed the arm tightly.
Number 11's eyes widened slightly.
Alucard planted his left foot behind Number 11's ankle and swept it completely out from under him.
The shapeshifter lost balance instantly.
His body lifted off the ground.
Alucard released the arm—
And let Number 11 spin upside down in the air.
Alucard folded his right fist tightly.
Power surged through his arm.
"Beast God Wreck."
BOOOOM!!
The punch landed directly into Number 11's gut.
The impact bent his body unnaturally.
Blood exploded from his mouth.
And he flew through the forest like a cannonball—
CRASH!!
CRASH!!
CRASH!!
Tree after tree shattered apart as his body tore through the woods.
Silence followed.
Then—
Laughter.
Dark.
Menacing.
Echoing through the forest.
Alucard slowly walked forward.
Far ahead among the destroyed trees, Number 11 stood back up.
Blood dripped from his lips.
But he was smiling.
Actually smiling.
Then—
He bowed respectfully toward the direction of the palace.
"My lord…"
His voice lowered.
"May I receive authority to release my curse?"
For a moment, silence filled the forest.
Then a voice echoed from the palace far away.
"You may."
Number 11 smiled wider.
"Number 11 of the Round Table…"
Energy began pouring from symbols appearing across his body.
"In the name of my lord Prince Luther…"
The ground beneath him darkened.
"I release the symbolic curse of Tartarus — Campe."
BOOOOOOM!!
The forest shook violently.
The symbols burned bright crimson.
Symbolic magic.
The power of witches.
A forbidden system created through contracts with spiritual demonic entities.
Every symbol represented a different entity.
Every ritual invited something from beyond.
And every curse demanded sacrifice.
Blood.
Memories.
Body parts.
Lifespan.
Emotion.
Soul fragments.
Something always had to be offered.
And Number 11 had already sacrificed enough.
His body expanded violently.
Bones restructured.
Skin hardened.
His lower half transformed into a massive Cerberus-like body with four powerful legs tearing into the earth beneath him.
A long scorpion tail rose behind him.
His upper body remained humanoid—
Female in appearance—
But massive dragon-like wings spread from his back.
Two clawed arms flexed slowly.
And his hair transformed into living snakes hissing toward the air.
The pressure alone cracked the ground.
Alucard stared at the transformed being quietly.
Then he smiled.
"A dracaena huh?"
The wind blew through his hair.
"I've only heard of them from my father."
His eyes sharpened.
"It must be fate seeing one."
The transformed Campe roared loudly.
The sound shook the forest.
But Alucard didn't move back.
Instead—
He walked toward it calmly.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Then—
"Beast God Transformation…"
The atmosphere changed instantly.
"Qilin."
RUMBLE!!!
Lightning exploded from the sky.
A massive pillar of fire descended directly onto Alucard.
The forest trembled.
The ground beneath him melted.
Flames surrounded his body completely.
Inside the fire—
His form changed.
Golden-white flames spread beneath his feet.
Fire ignited around his tail.
His body transformed into a divine beast radiating overwhelming pressure.
The Qilin.
Power.
Speed.
Destruction.
Divine force.
Alucard raised his head—
And roared.
ROOOOOOOAR!!!
A devastating shockwave erupted through the forest.
Trees were blown apart instantly.
The clouds above split open.
Even Campe's massive body slid backward several meters.
Inside his transformed state, Alucard's eyes remained calm.
Focused.
In his thoughts, he spoke quietly.
"I have to end this in 30 minutes".
BOOM!!
The ground exploded beneath him.
Alucard dashed toward Campe at terrifying speed.