After the last enemy was beheaded, the river of death, which had devoured all the new crusaders, the Millennium of the "last brigade" and the eight million inhabitants of London, began to gather on the lord. The sky over London, which had been reduced to an empty dead city, was filled with the wails of the spirits of the dead in the Dead River, returning at the call of the monarch, looking down from the clouds like a swarm of insects wriggling towards the center of London.

Lethe, which was clearly distinguished, also began to swim upstream, and two streams of black water spread out behind Wang Hao like wings, and the girl stood with her hands in her hands, silently watching Accardo.

"Accardo ......"

The dying Walter sat up with all his might, leaning against a piece of gravel, his voice as soft as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

The Monster King paused, and she slowly turned to look at Walter, asking with a mocking smile on her face.

"What, little ghost, do you want me to give you a good time?"

"No...... Stay close to me...... Accardo. ”

In just one sentence, Walter paused three times, and the Grim Reaper, who had turned into a teenager, gasped with difficulty, and his dark eyes reflected the still figure of the girl, and he couldn't help but reveal a trace of remembrance and sigh.

"After all these years, you're still the same Accardo, and I'm dying. ”

Walter took a few deep breaths, his pale face flushing with a glowing flush. His words were no longer staccato and uninterrupted, and the melancholy in his sentences was as continuous as flowing water.

"That's your fault, Walter. ”

The King of Monsters sneered, seemingly unaffected, but walked slowly towards Walter.

"For the sake of you and I who have worked together for many years, let you become a member of my Dead River, and let you merge with the power of the dead that you are pursuing......"

Accardo stopped in front of Walter, she stretched out her right hand, and the girl's slender jade arm quickly swelled, turning into a large, twisted dragon head with many hideous eyes. The dragon's mouth opened wide and was about to swallow Walter into his belly.

The Grim Reaper looked at the dagger-like fangs approaching in front of him and spoke indifferently.

"Accardo, don't you want to know what I've done to Intergula?"

The approaching dragon's head suddenly stopped, and the girl's face burned with anger, and she grabbed Walter by the collar with her left hand and lifted him up in front of her, almost face-to-face with gritted teeth and asked Walter with a fearless face.

"Walter - it's not enough to betray Hellsing, did you even do anything to Intergula!!!"

"That's right, but now I regret it, I tell you, that back hand is ......"

Walter's words caught the attention of the Monster King, and the weaker and weaker voice caused Accardo to unconsciously lower his head and move closer to Walter's fluttering lips.

"Die with me, Accardo!!"

Walter burst into a high-pitched, excited roar, and he jerked his head up and pressed his lip flap to Accardo's lips, which was more of a hungry wolf's bite than a kiss. Walter reached out and pressed the head of the monster king, and out of nowhere, the power made Accardo, who was overwhelmed by the consternation, unable to move.

At this moment, the countless scarlet wires that Walter had laid out during the battle between Accardo and Wang Hao were pulled by the Grim Reaper's movements, and they converged from all directions, chopping Walter and Accardo into mud together.

The King of Monsters, who had returned from nearly half of the Dead River, should have repaired his body in an instant, but just when that mass of minced meat had just taken on a rough human form—

The Immortal King, the Immortal Monarch, the Dead River, the Lethe River, and countless undead disappeared into London in an instant. The streets were clear, as if the monsters had never been there.

Protected from above, Intergula looked in amazement at the empty and clean city, the empty dead city was full of broken bricks and rubble, and the cold wind blew through the tall building that had been blown out by the V-1, and let out a whining sound like a cry.

"Accardo...... Accardo!"

"Accardo, Accardo, Lord of the Dead, Dracula, Count, Walter, Walter!!"

Intgula frantically called out to her missing family, and the woman's panicked screams echoed through the empty city. After a long time, Intergula, who had lost everything, sat down slowly against the wall, covering her face weakly.

The woman as hard as steel was gone, and the weak and incompetent little girl who had watched her father die and her uncle seize power had fallen to her knees on the battlefield where no one had won after the war, hiding her face and weeping.

Only this time, there was no longer a vampire standing next to her with a playful smile on his lips forever.

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"What's going on?"

The King of Monsters looked up at the pitch-black sky, which was more "colorless" than pitch-black.

Accardo, who appeared in the form of his true Count in the imaginary world, looked around, the world identical to the sky dome was endless, and the ground under his feet gave him an illusory feeling. Accardo, who didn't know why, looked at the dark-eyed and black-haired boy and asked.

"Sure enough, I guessed right. ”

Wang Yu closed his eyes and raised his head, stretching out his hands as if praying to feel the familiar pulses here, the red clothes on the young man's body were instantly soaked in pitch black, the original pale skin gradually became ruddy, and the strange aura on Wang Hao's body faded away, replaced by pure human senses.

Like Accardo, not a single of the undead who had escaped the king's grasp dared to approach him, and the Immortal King and the Immortal Monarch had an absolutely blank ring beside him.

Wang Yu smiled and bowed gently, he raised his head, his dark eyes were full of warm smiles.

"Earl, welcome to my world—"

"God's Domain: Imaginary World"

Schrödinger's cat, which can observe itself from any position to ensure infinite life. But when he does not observe himself, when he is in the "superposition of life and death", he is in the "world that does not exist", which is the imaginary number between countless real numbers, and there is only the "nothing", the infinite and infinitely small world.

And that was the world that Wang Yu could never touch, and could only temporarily pull it to his side through the inherent enchantment.

It was the second time he had tasted the infinite magic he could live in this wonderful world without having to pay for mana, the last time was when the roots of the Moon World supplied infinite mana. And the inherent barrier of paying mana in exchange for staying time is still different from the realm of gods in the world that is a country of its own after all.

"Interesting, that's what you're relying on?"

Accardo ignored the undead who began to rebel and kill each other next to him, and just looked at the young man who was smiling indifferently with interest.

"It's nice to be confident, but in reality, you don't have control over the world, do you?"

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Thank you for the reward from the evil ruffian, did anyone guess the connection between Wang Yu and this imaginary world before?