"You have secretly contacted and cooperated with the 'ghosts', don't you know that they are all dark sinners!" In the Vatican Holy See, a cardinal dressed in red with a pastoral emblem was roaring, and a middle-aged archbishop in purple was kneeling on one knee in front of him, "Judge Maxwell, how do you do this, let me explain to His Majesty the Pope!" ”

In the Catholic Inquisition, the presiding judge Maxwell raised his head to look at the cardinal in front of him, his clean face did not show any repentance, but with a calm smile: "Cardinal, please calm your anger, I will personally ask His Majesty the Pope for guilt later, and the cooperation with the 'ghost' is only to deal with that demon...... That Vlad, the biggest traitor to Catholicism? Zebes? Dracula. ”

"The English side has come to us for help against Dracula and the 'Ghost', and it is a good time for us to expand our influence and spread the faith of God on that Anglo-Saxon island." The cardinal knocked on the table with his scepter on the side of him, and his old face looked a little excited, "We can cooperate with the English side, why choose those disgusting dark heretics?" ”

"My lord, with all due respect." Maxwell stood up, in the prime of his life, looking a head taller than the old rickety cardinal, and he looked down at the red-clad man in front of him, "Since Martin Luther, the sinner, divided the glory of God, and Henry VIII crossed the border, the land of Britain is no longer part of God's territory. Those Protestants are unrepentant sinners, and there is nothing good to cooperate with them, they have been eroded in their hearts by ignorance and madness, and only the karmic fire of hell can wash away their sins. It is evident from their audacity to touch Ireland, the land of God, that we cannot compromise with Britain. ”

The cardinal's wrinkled face was full of dissatisfaction: "Maxwell! Even though England is a Protestant heretic, they are mortals who sing the praises of God's prestige, and that's no reason for you to cooperate with the Ghosts! ”

"Heretics are as sinful as heretics." The presiding judge stared at the cardinal, "No, heretics are more odious than heretics in comparison, and they have no qualifications to praise the name of the Lord at all!" We do have a connection with the Ghosts, but that is only to take advantage of them, and in the end, the filthy scraps will be crushed by the Lord's hammer, and we, the Acting Agents, will purify the entire British Isles. ”

"Even so, you can't give them the Holy Nail of Elena......" As if overwhelmed by the presiding judge's mighty momentum, the cardinal couldn't help but take a small step back, and then said, "That is a testimony of God's blessing, one of the most important holy relics of our Catholic Church, how can it be touched by the dirty hands of those dark ones!" ”

"Unbelievers, heretics, heretics...... None of them can be considered human. They are nothing more than messengers of Satan who hinder the Kingdom of God, and we will not do it without getting rid of them completely, even if we have to dirty our hands! This is the meaning of our heretical inquisition. The presiding judge bowed slightly to the cardinal, "We will definitely wipe out that demon once and for all, and I will take my leave." With that, Maxwell turned and walked away.

“…… Maxwell, I will warn His Holiness the Pope of these actions! The cardinal said angrily as he looked at the presiding judge, who was about to leave despite his words.

"We are the true earthly agents of God's punishment." The presiding judge paused when he heard this, he turned his head to look at the cardinal behind him, and there was an inexplicable fanatic brilliance in his eyes, "If it is for the glory of God, even if it is Jesus, we can kill ......"

Then the presiding judge departed without looking back, leaving only the cardinal, who had fallen to the ground in a frenzied glance.

"Presiding Judge, how's it going?" After leaving the Holy See, Maxwell was greeted by several priests who had been waiting outside, and they asked respectfully.

Maxwell glanced back at the Holy See Hall behind him, then shook his head contemptuously and said, "The whole Vatican is now filled with the smell of decay. Again and again the doctrine is revised, and the foolishness of the world is constantly compromised. Even the ancient summer palace is occupied by the so-called Vatican Academy of Sciences, and those so-called scientists can sit at the heads of bishops and archbishops, and even call them 'Your Excellency' as if they were bishops, and there are people who want to justify the absurd 'heliocentrism' and 'evolution', and they even want to erect a statue of Galileo in the square, who should have been burned at the stake with Bruno...... What is even more terrifying is that the Marxists are polluting the workers' minds throughout Europa, but they are not doing the slightest. The unbelievers are demons more powerful than Satan, who deny not only the glory of God, but also God himself...... Hmph, one day it will be a terrible disaster even worse than Dracula. ”

"We believe that the Lord will shine in the face of the Lord, Lord Judge." A priest humbly said to Maxwell, "After the elimination of that demon, the presiding judge will surely be promoted to become a cardinal, and when the time comes, his majesty will only be ......."

"That's enough." Maxwell shook his head, stopping the priest from continuing, "These words are not allowed to be said again...... Are all things ready? ”

"All the agents in Europa have already assembled in Dunkirk." Another priest replied, "Now we are just waiting for your order from the Presiding Judge." ”

"Good." Maxwell's gaze looked in the direction of the west, where England was, and "I am ready to give the order, when the time comes, that we will personally land on that isolated island of Protestants, whether evil or heretical...... Nothing is allowed to be left. Kill all the enemies in sight, burn their buildings, and sow salt and thorn seeds in their lands. We want the world to see that those who turn their backs on God will be punished by God! ”

On the other hand, somewhere in the city of London.

This is a huge underground space, and the electric lights lit up by the wires illuminate the originally dark space, but because it is located in the famous foggy capital of London, and it is originally cold underground, this space is full of unpleasant dampness, and the rich smell of blood that the ventilation ducts cannot take away makes people smell a disgusting feeling.

The brick walls on one side are plastered with drawings of various kinds, marked with numerous real yàn numbers jù, and countless huge glass jars are placed on the shelves against the wall. These formalin-filled glass jars contain countless human organs, internal organs, limbs, brains, eyeballs, and spine. There are even some of the organs that are no longer available to humans.

"Forty-five real yàn products can't carry the power of the nail of Yelena." A researcher in a white robe looked at the steel cage in front of him and said, an artificial vampire was wailing in pain, his body was constantly broken and reorganized, and then with a "poof", the vampire turned into a ground of minced flesh.

"Professor...... Still won't work. After sweeping the minced meat into a bucket and tossing it into a cage with a werewolf on the other side to serve as dog food, the researcher turned to the middle-aged man sitting on a couch next to him.

Dressed in black and a suit, Professor Moriarty raised his eyebrows with one hand on his chin and looked at the prospect, but said, "Oh? ”

His voice was low and slightly hoarse, and his eyes were slightly cloudy, but in the face of his gaze, the researcher, who had been a dark wizard, immediately felt a cold sweat spread down his spine.

"The artificial vampire transformed by the ghoul is still too fragile, and even though we have suppressed the divine power within the Nail of Yelena, we still can't strike a balance." The researcher wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief and quickly explained, "Only the original natural werewolf can barely absorb the power of the Nail of Elena after strengthening its resistance to the opposite, but this can only obtain a strong self-healing ability, and the werewolf's own will has also been interfered with by the Nail of Elena and has lost most of its wisdom. Aside from that, the werewolf itself is still too low-level, and if we want to obtain true immortal power through the Nail of Elena, we need a more powerful real yàn character......"

"You mean...... Real vampires? Professor Moriarty turned his head to look at the cage where the werewolf was being held, the bucket full of vampire minced meat had been eaten by the werewolves, and only a few crumbs remained.

"Yes...... researcher nodded hurriedly, "but the question is ...... The real vampire itself is an immortal being......"

"That's back to square one." Professor Moriarty stood up and picked up a rusty nail in a wooden box, "We need strength to deal with the earl, and to get that power, we need to get the earl first...... After all, he is the only one left in this world who is a real vampire......" After saying this, he threw the iron nail, the holy relic of the Nail of Elena, at the researcher, "Continue your research, haven't the people of the Vatican already given so much information, I don't care what method you use, even the conditions can be lowered a little...... All I need you to do is make something that can compete with the earl, if only temporarily. ”

At this moment, another person walked up to Professor Moriarty, and from the pale skin and blood-red eyes, it was a "inferior artificial vampire" created by Professor Moriarty.

"Professor, heresy is moving." The vampire bowed his head and said to Professor Moriarty, "They asked us to find Count Dracula as much as we can. ”

"Can't wait?" Professor Moriarty chuckled lightly, then sat back down on the couch, "Those fanatics say they want to cooperate with us, but they must have in mind that they want to destroy us and the Earl, and then the whole of London will be in flames." I seem to have seen the stake of the piercing man and the burnt of the fanatics...... But that's all right, that's exactly what I want to see, what could be more beautiful in this world than a ruin? As they wish, let's be a moth to a fire. ”

(Update late QAQ, this chapter is so troublesome to write, I feel the malice of the world!) ）

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