The soldiers and residents of Wallachia.
At this moment, their hearts were filled with terror and immense disbelief!
"That's the devil in the city that tears apart poultry!"
"He... I've seen him before, but his wings have grown even bigger!"
"No!"
Someone else cried out, "He wears a cast-iron mask—that is the Voivode's exclusive symbol. No one would dare imitate it!"
"He is our Voivode of Wallachia!"
"He is our Count Dracula!"
"He has gained the power of a devil!"
"But he has come to protect us!"
The pupils of countless Wallachian residents trembled. Even as enormous turmoil surged within them, an inexplicable hope rose as well!
"My people, we can only rely on our own strength to protect our homeland."
"Please."
"Follow me!"
The god-devil youth in the sky let out a low roar, and his body immediately transformed into a streak of black light that swept across the battlefield!
Meanwhile, the fifty-thousand-strong Ottoman Empire army opposite them saw the monster diving down from the sky at nearly the same instant.
"What is that thing?!"
Many faces changed, and even their orderly marching formation instantly fell into disarray.
"Loose the arrows!"
An Ottoman commander immediately roared.
Thrum, thrum.
The sounds of bowstrings tightening rang out continuously. In the center of the Ottoman army stood an entire row of over a hundred ballistae.
Hundreds of arrows, each comparable to a spear, tore through the air at once and shot straight toward Dra!
The young Dracula instantly folded his enormous wings together, his body spinning through the air like a whirlwind.
The dense rain of arrows was swept aside and thrown off course by the airflow. Not a single one struck him.
His bat-like wings spread open again with a boom. The youth's strange eyes remained utterly calm as they swept