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Time passed little by little, and it was still dark when it was supposed to be early in the morning and sunrise. Baron Vermoy looked up and saw that the sky was covered by dark clouds overhead, the sky was as dark as twilight, only the sound of water pouring could be heard in his ears, the rain covered his eyes and the sky, and the passenger ship on the vast Suez Canal slowly passed in front of him, and the sound of the whistle woke up many British soldiers who were still in their dreams.

Baron Vermoy said coldly: "It's time!" ”

He put on a raincoat, took out a black umbrella from the office door, and walked into the vast rain on his head, his black boots stepped on the muddy water, splashing nearly a foot of muddy water, and the heavy rain washed everything in front of him, gathering into a turbid current, forming puddles of muddy water in the open space of the camp.

Even Baron Vermoy, who could not help but step on the mud, came to the center of the camp, where a considerable number of British soldiers were already busy, carrying real guns and ammunition, a few drivers were braving the heavy rain to overhaul a few troop trucks carrying people, and the rest were lined up and ready to go.

Among these soldiers, there was also a column of black-clothed priests, they were solemn and silent, orderly, dozens of people stood together without making a sound, which made Baron Vermoy nod secretly.

He is worthy of being the elite of the Holy Father's Place, a priest who has been fighting against dark creatures all year round.

The old bishop was supported by an attendant, and when he came from behind, he saw Baron Vermoy say with a solemn face: "If it were this weather, the strength of those vampires would not be weakened much. And heavy rain can bring confusion and trouble......"

Baron Vermoy said in a deep voice, "We will minimize the trouble!" ”

The old bishop glared at him and snorted: "Don't underestimate the dark creatures, those who can survive the pursuit of humans must have something to look at, in the process of Great Britain's conquest of the world, we have seen too many incredible things." Indigenous cult gods, hidden evil species, dangerous black magic, and so on...... Too much! ”

"But the thing that appeared in Cairo not so long ago is one of the toughest I've ever seen."

"Immorton, the greatest high priest of ancient Egypt...... Since the resurrection of the curse, he has become even more terrifying. But there is still someone in Cairo who can stand up to him, and this person is supposed to be the mastermind behind the Eye of Horus that we are looking for. ”

"Watch out for him! Even though we carry almost half of the power of the Anglican and send the Gurkha mercenary camp, the mysterious beings we control and hire, you still have to be careful. This is a revelation from the Lord! May the Lord bless us ......"

"May the Lord bless!" Baron Vermoy whispered.

Dozens of black-clad priests boarded the troop carriers, several trucks neatly loaded with hundreds of British soldiers, including exotic men selected from the colonies, dozens of cavalry rushed out first, braving the heavy rain to clear the way ahead and escort the convoys, and dozens of diminutive native soldiers navigating the woodlands on both sides.

The convoy slowly drove along the road of the base towards the target, and African mercenaries armed with spears and bows ran vigorously beside the side of the road, they were extremely fast, and they stepped barefoot in the muddy water, which was no less than the truck next to them.

These warriors braved the rain to advance, but the rain did not block their vision in the slightest.

As for the cavalrymen who followed the convoy slowly, carrying a scimitar in the shape of Damascus at their waists, prostrate on their horses, their bodies slightly undulating with the gallop of their horses, their eyes were keen, and their momentum was awe-inspiring, so that there was no doubt that they could draw their scimitars at their waists at any time and tear all the enemies in front of them to pieces.

The purpose of these people is a sub-camp not far from the main camp, where the black-clad priests have identified a large number of officers who have been converted into vampires, and under the cover of heavy rain, they want to clear these hard-hit areas one by one.

Chen Ang stood on the bow of the passenger ship that whistled, slowly driving downstream along the waterway, looking from the Suez Canal, he could also see Baron Vermoy's convoy, driving side by side with them, Chen Ang looked at these people who were on the same road with them, at this time they were already approaching the camp, and at the door of the camp were Baron Fomoy's people, he saw the Baron himself sitting in the passenger seat of the open truck, and without saying a word, he opened the checkpoint and let the whole convoy in.

The movement here alarmed the British soldiers in the camp, who nervously watched Baron Vermoy jump out of the car without taking his umbrella and braved the rain, and then one by one elite gendarmes jumped out of the vicious car behind them, and formed a team behind Baron Vermoy, to the surprise of these soldiers, a group of priests in black clergy uniforms also followed.

Baron Vermoy looked at the soldiers who were probing their brains at the door of the barracks, and shouted: "Now, for the sake of Great Britain's national security and counter-espionage mission, we have solid evidence that this camp contains German spies, and now all soldiers are forbidden to enter and leave the barracks, and all of them are in the barracks for me!" ”

"Those who leave their own room without authorization shall be dealt with by military law; Those who resist with firearms and weapons shall be summarily executed; Everyone stayed in their beds, and when the gendarmes came in, put their hands behind their heads and lay on their stomachs with their backs to the door! No communication, no prying eyes, and now your only task is to hold your head in bed. Otherwise, the gendarmes will have the right to execute you! ”

The heralds were repeating Baron Vermoy's orders loudly, and the soldiers who followed the baron had already divided into squads and entered the camp to patrol the camp, and they first drove the soldiers who were still outside the room into the room to guard the checkpoints and doorways, and by the time Baron Formoy stepped into the barracks, these squads had already broken into the first target room.

The leader of the gendarmerie squad, looking at the roster in his hand, said to an officer in the room: "You are the first warrant officer Heyman?" ”

stood up from the bed, looked at the gendarme, and said, "Yes, Your Excellency! What's wrong? ”

"Please come with us!" The captain of the gendarmerie team said expressionlessly, did not say anything, but looked at the black-clothed priest behind him, and sneered in a low voice: "It seems that you have discovered us!" ”

The gendarmes immediately tightened their guns, and the priest who was being watched by Heyman also pressed his right hand on the Bible on his chest, he hesitated for a moment, but still spoke: "You ......" At this moment, an officer behind Heyman suddenly burst out, and he buried his head like a wild boar running wildly, and before the gendarmes could react, he hit their flesh and blood hard.

The gendarmes clearly heard the sound of their bones breaking, and the black-clothed priest, who was protected by the crowd, felt a pain in his chest, and a fishy sweetness gushed out of his lungs, and he drew the cross dagger at his waist, and pressed it downward, about to pierce the body of the violent officer, by this time Heyman had already jumped high and pounced on him.

The claws tore open his arteries in an instant, and Heyman crouched on his neck and gulped his blood, while another Bloodclan had slaughtered the gendarmes, and Heyman rushed out of the room with the corpse, and gunshots were heard in all directions.

But all of them were blocked by the corpse in front of him, blocking most of them, occasionally one or two fish that slipped through the net, embedded in Heyman's body were quickly squeezed out by the healing muscles, Heyman rushed straight to the clutter with the most cover, intending to escape with the help of cover, at this time, a white light shot out from behind hit his heart, Heyman screamed, and turned into ashes in the white light.

The other Bloodclan who escaped with him was also hit in the heart by a silver bullet soaked in holy water.

Heyman's resistance seemed to have kicked off the riot, dozens of Bloods chose to make a sudden move at this moment, some of them were immediately killed by the gendarmerie, but most of them carried out a massacre among the gendarmerie, but the black clergyman found an opportunity, Baron Vermoy calmly watched the riots that were launched everywhere in the camp, he only dispatched snipers when the enemy rushed out of the room.

But this was a minority after all, and most of the Bloods were successfully confined to a relatively small single space by them, and the Black-Clad Priest was astonishingly efficient in killing those who were exposed.

Under the command of Baron Vermoy, they were always cut off, separated in a small battlefield, and even the most dominant Bloods had only killed all the gendarmerie squads, hustered in the number room and resisted as hard as they could.