My name is Van Helsing, and there are many creatures in this world who live in darkness, and they are demon-born beings, heretics who are more terrible than any pagan to blaspheme the glory of God.

As long as they live in this world, it is a desecration of the glory of the Lord, whether they are werewolves, vampires or ghosts, dwarves, giants, gargoyles, witches, they should all be sent to the depths of hell to endure the eternal fire, and I am the scavenger responsible for sending them to hell.

Of course, in layman's terms, people usually call me...... Witcher.

However, unlike my half-hung peers who use holy water, garlic, silver stakes, and crosses, I was once affiliated with the Knights of the Holy Order under the Inquisition of Heresies, which the Holy See had set up specifically for the trial of heretics.

We use the power of the Light to fight and be invincible in the battle against heretics.

Since the fall of the Western Roman Empire and the gradual establishment of the Papal States, which has severed ties with Constantinople, I have begun to serve the Catholic Church in Rome, assassinating apostates and barbarian kings who refuse to convert to God.

Until the long period of the Crusades, I witnessed more and more terrible heresies, during which I fought the darkness and experienced many legendary battles.

I have accompanied the Frankish lords and knights, clad in white robes and marked with red crosses, and the knights charged bravely, wielding spears and swords......

I watched indifferently as the holy city of Jerusalem was recovered, Antioch, Aleppo, Damascus...... The crusaders ravaged the land, which had just been occupied by the Seljuks, raised their butcher knives.

The Western world rejoiced, and the then Pope Urban was so surprised that the Inquisitor even planned to personally lead the Knights of the Holy Order to the East.

At this stage, however, I have to realize that in many cases the professing of the proclamation of the holy and the punishment of the crusaders who ravaged Christendom in the East were far more cruel and barbaric than the heresies of the East...... It's more like the devil.

I was somewhat confused by the nature of the war, and the two Urbans who had been touting it were soon dead, but a ridiculous infighting soon ensued.

Cardinal Ryan Ibsen, known as the "Gospel of Heaven", was about to enter the Pope, but was shocked to learn that his friend, Count Bon Dracula, who led the Templars in the battle against Antioch, had been killed in a siege by the Seljuks.

In fact, however, I was fighting alongside Count Dracula, the leader of the Templars known as the "Light of the Temple", and we were invincible on the battlefield of Antioch.

It's a conspiracy.

The grief-stricken Ibsen angrily led his army to avenge his best friend, but was ambushed by the enemy and annihilated, and the next pope naturally did not have a dead man to succeed him.

Count Dracula, who had returned from his victory, was shocked to hear the bad news, his world collapsed, and he cursed God, why would he allow such intrigues to prevail in the Church, and he sold his soul to the devil and became a terrible blood lord.

That conspiracy led me to leave the church and become a free witcher and crappy surgeon.

Because I see clearly the so-called glory and knighthood, the so-called papacy and faith.

I had sworn to give everything I had to the eradication of heresy, but I began to fear those innocent lives burned at the stake in the angry and frenzied smiles of the people.

Later, when the Britons invaded France, where I lived, I followed and helped a rich girl named Joan of Arc to protect Orleans for a complex and tortuous reason.

However, this kind-hearted and innocent girl was defined as a "witch" by the church, and since then, I have no good feelings for the so-called church.

Now, I don't know how many years have passed.

The glory of the Four Knights is gone, and the Papal States have disappeared, but the Holy See is still standing in Rome...... And I'm still alive.

Sometimes I wonder if the vampire who lives forever and sells his soul to the devil is a monster, then what should I be?

Betraying one's soul to a godly servant of God?

Or is it a monster too?

Oh, Lord, forgive me for my disrespect.

Van Helsing clasped his bucket hat upside down on his chest, crossed his hand in front of him, and his expression gradually soothed, and after a moment he fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the window, there was wind and rain, thunder and lightning.

The long night was gradually replaced by the newborn sun in this storm.

......

Tuk Tuk Tuk –

There was a faint knock on the door, and Van Helsing raised his head and said impatiently: "Mr. So-called envoy, if it is not necessary, please do not disturb other people's sleep at will." ”

The man covered in wind and rain walked straight into the door, his expression slightly helpless, his face pale and tired.

"Mr. Van Helsing, the responsibility of saving the world rests with you and me. ”

Van Helsing pulled down the brim of his hat, covering his face, and remained silent.

Kevin Xin cleared out a place to settle down, and he saw a bag of gold florins on the leg of the table, which he had thrown there haphazardly, without even tying the mouth of the bag.

"In Romania, Count Dracula has come back to life, and darkness has enveloped it and used it as a base there, spreading outward. Isn't it what you should do as a friend when you fought alongside Count Dracula and sent him back to where he was supposed to be?" Kevin Xin tossed the heavier bag containing the gold coins on the table.

"I know you don't care about gold, but you don't sit idly by. ”

Van Helsing rolled over, only to hear two gunshots, and the tips of the papal envoy's hair had already been swept by the scorching air, cutting off several long, charred and curly hairs.

"If you keep chattering, I promise I'll hit you in the head with the next shot. ”

Van Helsing's irascible response came from the bed, and a chill gradually rose on Kevin Shin's face: "Van Helsing, you have changed, can you still see the glory of the former Lord in you?"

A stunning sword light flashed, and the white-haired young man was already holding a long sword against the neck of the Holy See envoy.

"I've never changed, it's you who have changed. Van Helsing's gaze revealed a hint of murderous intent, "Especially you, even if you change your face and change your name to an unknown name, you can't hide the smell on your body." ”

Kevin Xin's smile was pale and weak: "You recognize me?"

"The original Three Saints, the Light of the Temple, the Gospel of Heaven and you, the Holy See Envoy Avalon Letter. Van Helsing's blade took a step forward, stabbing the other man's neck, and his smile was cold and dangerous, "You have a long life." ”