Prologue: The Return of the Doom Stranger
That's a situation that doesn't exist in the real world.
The burning sun set in the sky, casting a golden afterglow over the ruined wilderness, the dry trees stained with burning blood, and the earth covered in scarlet. The sky, which had become a little blue from the sunset, was densely packed with huge pupils.
The "evil spirits" who have lost their intellect by blending into "others" are fighting each other.
On the earth, in the sky, in every corner of this scene.
The monsters, totaling three million four hundred and twenty-four thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven plus one, fought as if they had gone mad, with every weapon they could use.
Gradually, the monstrous monsters fell, and the corpses piled up into mountains in this incredible scene, and the sunset as a background covered the ruins of the wilderness, if there was one word to describe it, it was purgatory.
As far as the eye can see, there are hateful human figures, dressed in clothes from medieval Romania, Western Europe 200 years ago, and even the end of the last century, like a small half of human history.
The king of monsters in iron armor stands in the middle of the battlefield.
"He" is a lord full of vicissitudes, a handsome and unparalleled monster of the night, a petite girl...... "he" is everyone in this scene. Its name is "Accardo" from Vlad III. Cepes and Zbia. Altram. The vampire born in Oberon's double paradox, an impossible product of accident (traverser).
Three million four hundred and forty four thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven plus one, that is the part of life that is integrated into the non-existent "he", which is consumed by gluttony and composed as blood. Blood is the currency of the soul, the currency of life, and this is the body of "he".
As for this space, it is the inside of the body of "him" who is "everywhere and nowhere else". The reason why it is said that it is not in reality is because compared to the material world that ordinary people know, the phase of this scene is closer to the astral realm, and the world where matter cannot exist and only the soul picture is the place where the monster of "illusion" should exist.
The sun never sets, and the fight of the demons never ends.
Just like a thousand years ago, like two hundred years ago, like the end of the millennium, "he" gazed at the sun in the distance and praised the sun from the bottom of his heart.
"It's a scenery that you can't get tired of seeing no matter what."
About fifteen years ago, in the real world of 1999.
There was a big incident in London, which was called a riot by the remnants of the Nazis, and was recorded as a major event of the "Flying Boat Incident". More than a third of London's population was slaughtered, the Vatican launched the Ninth Crusade, and some claimed to have seen angels or Satan...... Even fifteen years later, the story is still being talked about as a matter of conversation, and even the highest hints from the Magic Society and the Templar Church in the world have only reduced the story from the level of written news to the level of verbal talk and mourning days.
Of course, on the side of the world, there is another name for this thing.
"The Battle of London".
Not only the degraded Dead Apostles, but also the fantasy species, the riots and rebellions of dozens of magician families, and even the suppression power was alarmed, and it is said that several guardians were summoned to intervene. Sometimes the magician of the tower assists the black magician "Voldemort" Tom Reard, and some simply contact the remnants of the Nazis directly. The matter was finally resolved by the efforts of the Chronosis of the "Savior" of the Tafa Political Department (Ministry of Magic) and the Royal Anglican Knights (Heslling), which is affiliated with the British royal family.
This led to the decline of the Helsin family a few years later, and they had to take refuge in the Yug Domirenia family (Thousand World Trees) in Romania, but they were victimized - using the Great Holy Grail smuggled back from Fuyuki by the Nazis, the Yug Domirenia family (Thousand World Trees) took advantage of the failure of the Magic Society to regain its strength and set off a rebellion......
One of the costs paid by the Knights of the Royal Church, as the mainstay of the "Flying Ship Incident", or the "Bloody Battle of London", was that Accardo, who was now fighting in his own body, was trapped in an ambiguous state where he could not observe his existence, or even whether he was alive or not.
There is no life and no death, there is no place, there is no place, trapped in one's own body to fight with the evil spirits of three million four hundred and forty-four thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven plus one, competing for the opportunity to return to the material realm.
As usual, Accardo, who was troubled by the "imaginary number" (SchrΓΆdinger's cat), fought to get back, and tried his best to pierce the steel sword in his hand into the body of the strong man next to him, and in the next moment, the monster king was pushed to the ground by more evil spirits, and the hideous-looking evil ghosts tore at his flesh.
Accardo, who showed his bones, laughed, and as usual, broke his arm with all his might, and the sharp bone spurs stabbed into the demon's eyeballs as a new weapon, until the other man's head turned into a cloud of debris under his majestic force, and then he let go of his clenched hand.
"Come on! Kill me! β
The King of Monsters laughed wildly and looked at the whole "world".
"It's like I killed you a thousand years ago, like I killed you five hundred years ago, like I killed you fifteen years ago, come on, scumbags, come and kill me!"
Enraged demons let out a roar that humans could not understand, and dozens and hundreds rushed up, burying Accardo's body in layers.
But in the next second, the hill where the demons had piled up was stretched open, and a cry of terror rang out on the battlefield. The same number of wood fibers as the demons sprang out of the ground, tearing apart and piercing the demons, like the nickname of Accardo's prototype.
In the name of the Christian shield, he pierced tens of thousands of enemy troops and the kings of the people.
"But you dregs can't do it! Can't do it anyway! You are not human monsters, I am also monsters! β
Accardo reveled and looked at the sky.
"Monsters can't kill monsters! Only humans can kill monsters! So here you dregs die again for me, for my sustenance, for my people, for all that I have. β
The monster king of the famous Accardo does not have an ontology.
Or to put it this way, when he fuses all the life he kills into his body, the torrent of blood is his life.
Therefore, because of the imaginary number (SchrΓΆdinger's cat), he is unable to observe himself, and the only way to get out is to kill these 3,424,868 evil ghosts until there is only one left, and he can observe his own state.
Day after day, fifteen years have passed since this work.
However, today may be a little different.
"Click~"
A small voice rang out.
The sound caught Accardo's attention, even though it caused him to be slammed into the bone-strewn mountain by a demon, and he looked up at the sky in disbelief.
This scene is the last thing he sees in several lives, and even if fate gives him darkness again, he can see the light of the sun from it, so it will manifest itself in the phase close to the astral netherworld. And the eyes in the sky - half closed, which means that Accardo has been working for fifteen years, and will probably be able to get out of this state in 2030 - gradually cracks, like fragile ceramics, gradually grow larger, and finally even become impossible to ignore. Even the demons who were fighting each other looked up at the sky in a daze.
"That's, what?"
While not every human who was killed by Accardo and absorbed into the River of Blood remembered it clearly, it was definitely something he had never heard of before. What is this, can you still be affected in the state of [imaginary number]?
The next moment, the world gave Accardo the answer.
The starry sky dotted with eyeballs shattered in an instant, and the blood flowing in like sea water destroyed the [imaginary number] determined by SchrΓΆdinger's cat, and the endless [variables] came out of nothing, as if premeditated, and each evil ghost melted into that wisp of blood, and then re-transformed into the people under the command of Accardo.
The deterioration caused by that cat-eared lieutenant back then was solved like this? Before Accardo could be stunned, he read the truth of the matter from the blood.
It's not a moment's effort, it's 14 years' effort. The blood seeped into the river of blood fourteen years ago, and the hidden origin in it was shocking...... this is even more messy than the [imaginary number] of SchrΓΆdinger's cat, whose life and death form is undetermined, and has been slowly and firmly eroding that state for more than ten years, and then to this day, probably a coincidence or a joke of the gods, just after killing half of the demons, the state was lifted.
By the time Accardo came back to his senses, he had already observed his own existence, from being born and dead, being anywhere, being anywhere, and returning to the material world. In front of him was a familiar stone slab on which the blood-colored pentagram faded. It was the point of connection that had been connecting Accardo to the physical world for fifteen years.
"You can see that she is very well protected."
When Accardo spoke of her, he was talking about his master.
Ingula Van Bronck Weingz Helsing, the head of the Knights of the Crown Church, is a strong woman as proud as a lion. The relationship between two people is not just a master and servant, but something higher...... The tightly sealed slate shows that Intergula cherished Accardo.
"But now that I'm out, I shouldn't need this."
Raising his hand to destroy the useless slate, Accardo hesitated at the end.
ββ¦β¦ Forget it and keep it as a souvenir. β
His intuition told him that it was definitely not normal for him to return to this world fifteen years early, and that the blood containing incredible concepts would definitely not flow into it casually. He trusts Intergula, but that doesn't mean he's unwilling to seek the truth.
Then, he discovered another thing that could be important.
"Ale?"
Body, seems a little small?
"Al Ale?"
No, it's not just small, the red trench coat or black leather coat that I usually wear, or the big coat is gone, and instead of a white formal suit that I don't wear much. Although no matter the personality, gender, or appearance, it was not important to Accardo, who had absorbed the lives of millions of people, but this form that was not used much suddenly appeared, which really shocked him a little.
But even more consternation is yet to come.
"I can't go back......"
Accardo's eyes gradually cooled.
"Is this also the sequelae of coming out early...... No, no, it should be the role of variables. β
Again.
For Accardo, the king of vampires, it doesn't matter whether it's personality, gender, or appearance, it's common for people to have thousands of faces, but it's impossible for him to get stuck in one form.
Without hesitation, he took off his pants. After a moment, he raised his head in a trance.
"That's the way you look when you fight Walter...... Interesting, really interesting...... Anyway, I'm back. β
"Intergula, I hope you can think of the lines that greet me."
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PS: After thinking about it again and again, let's let Uncle A appear first...... It may be a little abrupt when it comes out later.,And there's a lot of Uncle A's plot next--of course, it's Lori A-form.γ Well,A serious and pleasant Lori A said very well!
PS2: As a fanwork, it's not really necessary to tell the setting or study the setting, but I think it's at least a comic novel, and if you don't explain the setting and background carefully, it's easy to be confused. Uncle A is from Heslling, and heresy can't explain the plot in detail because of the timeline, but I highly recommend going to see it. Of course, only OVA can be watched. Because the other translation is Doom Monster, it is used directly in the title