The blood wall behind Ivan began to pulse harder, and dozens of dead hands burst from the ground around his feet.
Ivan leapt backwards.
Several fingers scraped against his boots before the corpses dragged themselves free, climbing over one another with broken limbs and twisted necks.
The damage to their bodies meant nothing anymore. Blood filled their empty joints and forced them upright, turning the dead Nosferatu into mindless ghouls.
"Still using tricks, bastard!"
Ivan swung his arm.
Crack!
His fist tore through the first ghoul's skull, scattering pieces of bone and flesh across the ground. He caught another by the jaw, twisted its head backwards and drove his claws through the centre of its chest.
Pop!
The lump of blood burst.
Its body collapsed into ashes, but three more took its place.
Alucard walked between them without concern, his cane brushing against the wet concrete with each light step.
