Vampire Hunter D: Dark Road Part Three Read Free Book Online

father who’s had his daughter taken is a bloody fury.”
    This Nobleman had always been rather cheerful in battle, but now his behavior was dismal and cruel. Skewered from the solar plexus to the neck by two spears, D appeared unable to do anything about his torment.
    â€œBut it’s funny,” the Duke of Xenon said, his brow crinkling inside the massive exoskeleton. “The first time I fought you, you’d already lost the use of your eyes to Madame Laurencin. However, it didn’t seem like the fight of a blind man, and until this very moment I’d forgotten all about it. So, just how did you find me out, I wonder?”
    â€œYou’ll see—” said a cold voice that fell on the duke from above like moonlight.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œâ€”soon enough.”
    And as he spoke, D moved. Upward? No, downward. Not even bothering to pull out the spears that ran through him, the gorgeous Hunter did completely the opposite, sliding down to the Duke of Xenon’s hands as if he wished to have the weapons driven even further into him. New flesh tore, and fresh blood spurted out.
    â€œD—damnation!” the Duke of Xenon exclaimed, but before he could let go of his spears, the sword D had raised high above his head described a mesmerizing trail of exquisite light as it sank into the head of the exoskeleton. Pale blue sparks shot out, and the night air was rocked by a cry of pain from the Duke of Xenon.
    â€œD! Who on earth are you?”
    Still staggering, the giant swung its massive right fist. The wind whistled. Though D blocked the blow with his left arm, the difference in their weights was so great the Hunter was knocked thirty feet, smashing against the village gates. The two long spears still jabbing through him kept him from moving his body freely.
    Sparks flew from where the arc had met the Duke of Xenon’s head, staining the darkness blue, but he didn’t fall.
    â€œIt seems like your strike has left something to be desired, D! And now I see why. What happened to your left hand?”
    D’s left arm had come out of his coat—and it was cut off from the wrist down.
    â€”
    â€œSergei, we might as well give up,” Juke said, lowering his gun. “There’s no point in throwing down with that monster. As long as we’re still alive, there’s a chance. Climb down from there.”
    â€œSure—I’m just supposed to skulk away like some lover boy when his woman’s husband comes home?” Sergei said, shrugging his shoulders as he let go of the reins.
    Grand Duke Mehmet’s enormous face pulled away. At that instant, Juke raised his gun with just a movement of his wrist and fired his weapon from below his waist.
    The roar tore a black hole below the nose in the enormous face. Having taken the shot at close range, the gigantic puppet was left staggering.
    â€œYahoo!” Sergei exclaimed at the top of his lungs, slapping the reins. The horses whinnied, and the wagon sped forward, reaching sixty miles per hour in half a second.
    The giant made a reflexive move for the door. Sergei aimed for his right leg. They were going to plow straight into it—but a split second before they did, he cut the wagon to the left. Its leg hit by the front right corner of the vehicle, the giant was thrown wildly off balance, landing on its left side on the floor. Encouraged by the thud it made, Sergei sped on.
    â€œHow should we get out of here?” Sergei yelled.
    â€œTake it out the main gate,” Juke shouted. His eyes were turned back toward the entrance to the warehouse. Its roof blew off. A black shape shot up, extending its arms and legs in midair.
    Juke’s firearm barked time and again. The stock pressed to his shoulder kicked hard enough that it should’ve broken the bone. The penetrator rifle D had procured could even punch through the armor plating on a flame beast. Ordinarily it would be mounted on a tripod to steady it