In this era of the end of the law that is normal and extraordinary, it is about to disappear and decline.

Even false magical stories, which become famous in the newspapers and cause a sensation, are watched by the worldly curious.

Not to mention a huge manor, suddenly transformed into a demon domain.

Although mortals do not have a transcendent spiritual power vision, nor do they have the kind of spiritual vision camera lens developed by the Taiping Society, because of the natural protection of the rules of the material universe, they cannot see those disgusting and distorted scenes in the demon domain in the manor.

But around the area where he lives, a manor that can "eat people" suddenly appears, and it is still in the high society of Colmar City.

Almost after a widespread anomaly in that manor, the men sent by Colmar City's elite to explore disappeared one after another.

The neighbors around the manor were witty one after another, and at the same time had a tacit understanding to give up their own property around it.

Until a month after the accident on that manor, the surrounding dozens of miles of suburban land could be described as uninhabited, and no one even dared to pass through the few roads that interspersed it.

"I didn't expect this place to become like this!"

Dressed in a light suit, Howard followed Van Helsing, who was wearing a big felt hat, a high neck, and a black cape, and walked in fear on the seemingly ordinary country road to the farm.

On the left-eye monocle that Van Helsing gave him, the small canal around the country road in front of him was no longer the normal stream seen with his right eye, but black-red blood.

"Haha, you said that the last time you came, you rushed to the gate of that manor."

"I don't even know what to say about you."

"Good luck? When he walked to the door of the demon cave and returned, he was unharmed. ”

"Or bad luck? Encountered such unfortunate things that ordinary people can't encounter in their lifetime? ”

Unlike Howard, who was nervous, Van Helsing may have been accustomed to seeing this kind of filth during the demon hunt, and he looked very leisurely walking ahead with a pipe in his mouth.

"What you see now is just a small scene, and the real big movement is still to come."

"Well, are you sure you want to go ahead with me?"

Hearing Van Helsing's words, a trace of hesitation flashed in the eyes of Howard Philip, who was following him.

But that was just a hint of hesitation.

On the one hand, it is his only friend who is trapped in the manor and still waiting for his rescue.

On the other hand, as a writer of magical stories, he finally saw a real "magic story" easily, how could he give up the opportunity to see it so easily.

"I'm sure!"

Howard gritted his teeth and continued to follow Van Helsing forward.

The path leading to the manor on the outskirts of the city became narrower and narrower, and the conspicuous main building of the manor in the distance was getting closer and closer in sight.

As they walked, thousands of meters away from the manor, the huge wooden sign of the manor's name, "Lovecraft Manor", was clearly visible.

However, when the two of them walked only a few hundred meters away from the gate of the manor, they could clearly see some figures standing at the gate of the manor.

Suddenly a fog poured in from all directions, and the luck of being safe and sound all the way seemed to end here.

More than ten meters away, the illusory mist condensed, and the hideous monster slaughtered head-on.

The two-meter-tall arthropod monster condensed from the fog, under the rough horns of the bones, the huge scarlet eyes glowed with undisguised greed and killing intent, staring at Howard's frightened figure, and without hesitation, waving the black bone blades of his arms, and slaughtering it.

Arthropod monsters are extremely fast, but they don't make any wind or sound at all.

Howard only felt that in the blink of an eye, the distance of more than ten meters was fleeting, and he could only see a burst of black light as the bone blade swung rapidly, slashing towards his neck.

"Dang!"

Just when Howard thought he was about to die, a slender one-handed sword also appeared in front of him, blocking the black light.

The arthropod monster that had been interrupted from the attack let out a silent howl, and Howard in front of him only felt a violent impact coming towards him, directly knocking him to the ground and rolling a few times.

Don't care about the hot scrapes on your face, wait for Howard to raise his head again.

Van Helsing was already wrestling with the monster right in front of him.

It's just that, compared with the silence of the monster, Van Helsing's movements still have to follow the worldview of the material universe after all, and his one-handed long sword waved, cutting through the air and bursting out with a piercing roar, blocking Howard's face,

The slamming sound of the bone blade and Van Helsing's one-handed sword undulating with each other, and the sound of the clanging was non-stop, and in just a few staggered moments, they slashed each other for at least dozens of rounds.

Unlike the monsters that roared silently and slashed hard, Van Helsing kept the monsters at bay while whispering the Holy Bishop's prayer.

“······ Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. ”

As the prayer ended, a pale golden light erupted from his one-handed sword.

It was truly Holy Light, holy and holy, at least in Howard's eyes.

The one-handed sword after being blessed with holy light seemed to be sharper, and in the next confrontation with the arthropod monster, Van Helsing directly used it to cut off the bone blade, and the blade sank into the monster's chest, and with a strong upward stir, it cut off the monster's unicorn forehead.

Then, like blood gushing from the monster's neck, countless black-brown disgusting liquid bubbled out and poured backwards.

In Howard's right eye, which did not have a single lens for vision, the surrounding fog dissipated with the death of the monster, and five or six corpses with frightened facial features and black and white complexions emerged from the place where the monster died······

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It's different from what Howard originally envisioned.

The gates of Lovecraft Manor are not as deserted as they were the last time a single person arrived.

Before encountering the misty monster before, the few figures they saw at the door were not distorted monsters.

Howard, who followed Van Helsing to the gate, looked at these "witchers" in front of him with some curiosity.

They are either dressed in the robes of the Holy Lord's priests; or wearing a tuxedo or a black suit; Or in a robe with a large hood······ A group of cold white powerhouses who are old or middle-aged.

Seeing 11 strong men of different styles standing in front of the gate, even Van Helsing was no longer so lazy, he stood up straight, and the silver light in his eyes continued to appear.

"Don't look at it!"

He first reminded Howard in a low voice.

"Not to mention the Protestant mongrels in priest skins, the ones in tuxedos and black suits are either blood or werewolves!"

The voice from Van Helsing's ears made Howard shudder suddenly, and hurriedly followed Van Helsing's half a step behind, silent, trying to reduce his presence.

Even if he had just seen Van Helsing kill a monster without changing his face, those strange species that he had never heard of before, and the mythical monsters he had been familiar with since childhood, were completely incomparable in terms of deterrent power.

"Let me see who these are?"

It's just that, unlike Howard's cautious words and deeds, Van Helsing stepped forward without showing weakness and mocked as soon as he opened his mouth.

"The Protestant archbishop and the knighthood blood and werewolf lords are mixed together."

"How dare you question the inpiety of the Pope of the Vatican in the "Holy Word" last month!"

From the standing position, next to the three old men in priest robes were the knightly blood clan in tuxedos, and the werewolf lord in black suits, and it was no wonder that he, the old witcher, was not pleasing to the eye.

"Your Excellency Van Helsing."

The Protestant archbishop, the old man who was the leader of the three dressed in the robes of the Holy Father, did not care about the taunt.

Knowing what happened to the "incarnation of Michael" and "God's right hand" in front of him, he just spoke calmly.

"Do you also think that the old fellow of the Pope really believes in the Holy Lord?"

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At the same time as the Protestant archbishop and Van Helsing communicated.

Next to them, the handsome baron in the tuxedo, after a hidden glance at the werewolf lord beside him, used his spiritual power to communicate with each other.

"Except that the Taoist priest from the east has just left the city, and it will take a while to get here."

"The Holy Church, the Brotherhood, the Blue Bloods, the Templars······ , the truly transcendent beings who can still move normally are all in this nest of evil gods. ”

"We're halfway there!"

"Yes!"

"Then let Washington's servants prepare to push that Lincoln to the presidency!"

They exchanged their spiritual power with expressionless faces, and all the other transcendents present did not know that in front of them, the dark powerhouses of the blood clan and werewolves were secretly arranging what kind of vicious plans.

"Time is already running out!"

"It's time for war and blood to wash the country."

"Only enough dead people and enough sacrificed souls can we awaken the 'Satanic Throne' that was shot down by angels 20,000 years ago, and can we leave this damned star······"