Chapter 151: The Dead? Return

The Shroud of Jesus

Holy Son, Holy Grail

Helena's Holy Spike

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and the Spear of Longinus.

The recovery of lost relics in Rome is also part of the Church's work, and although this responsibility is generally undertaken by the Secret Relics Recycling Society, as a paladin of the Vatican, Father Anderson also has no doubt about the right to know and participate.

More than a decade after the end of the war, Longinus, the spear of fate that was rumored to have been taken away by Germany, finally appeared. In a small town in northern Germany, the Church finally recovered a part of the relic...

All that remains of the legendary holy spear is now the tip of the spear, which looks like two spearheads side by side, and the part of the spear is completely lost. Probably because of this, it seems that there is not much divine power left in this half of the spear, and even the two spearheads have become rusty, as if they will break if they are not careful.

But even so, this thing is an important item that the Vatican must recycle. It was only in order to meet the processing and handling requirements before warehousing that it was temporarily stored in the dark room of the Vatican Museum... At the latest, the day after tomorrow, this precious relic will be sealed forever in the secret warehouse of the Secret Relics Recycling Society.

As the only earthly agent of the gods, the proud Vatican does not feel that anyone would dare to attack what has already been delivered to the Holy See - and even if they succeeded, they would face the incessant pursuit and slaughter of the Catholic Church, and even be regarded as heresy, isolating their relatives and friends from the gates of heaven forever!

However, in order to prevent the appearance of madmen who did not hesitate to burn jade, the upper echelons still withdrew some of the living forces from the 13th section of the secret service and the apologetic crusaders, and strengthened their precautions before the holy relics were officially put into storage.

Of course. For Father Anderson, perhaps there is a more important matter waiting for him to deal with.

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In a small hotel in Poland. Wearing silver disc glasses, Anderson carefully studied the information that had just been delivered in his hand.

It is a record of several fragmentary vampire attacks in Britain over the course of a decade. Whether these half-hung pagans live or die should have nothing to do with the Vatican. But the similarities and the presence of a special presence in distant memories made the priests of Judah interested in these seemingly mundane events.

Resemble.

It's so similar!

Whether it's the pattern of attack or the weapon used, although most of the people killed in these events are just some miscellaneous fish, the person who shot it is very much like the teenager he has cultivated himself - even the aftermath of each incident is very mysterious and secluded in the church, and even the few files he has now are passed directly from the part related to Hellsing by the informant.

It's clear that these efficient, accurate, and stealthy vampire hunts aren't a whim of someone, or a cannibalism between monsters. On the contrary, all this is a "mission" with some kind of purpose!

"Kars..."

The name muttered by the priest seemed to have some special magic, in a trance. Anderson seemed to see the boy face with a light smile before boarding the transport plane more than ten years ago—black hair and red pupils, pale skin and the smile of the Holy Son...

He never regretted being a paladin of the Church, and finally acquiesced in his decision to send the boy to his death.

It's like he's never regretted the punishments he'd received for the only time he disobeyed orders.

-- The one who uses the name "Anderson" and the body of "Anderson" is the most loyal knight of the Church, and even if he is occasionally confused by his own virtue and mercy, he can only guard the glory of the Lord after all!

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Could it be you?

He whispered to himself. Then he wiped the sharp curse sword carefully, and the mirror-like blade illuminated his cheeks, which seemed to be not old at all. The dark yellow hair was still the same as it had been then, one by one standing on top of his head like a sword mountain, but the solemn expression was faintly discernible from the reflection. But it was as if staring blankly into the unknown distance.

If you're really alive, what are you thinking about?

He didn't know... The priest was surprised to find out as Kars's teacher. In the years he spent together, he didn't even look through this precocious boy - he almost never showed a flaw when he hid everything under a smile... Yes. From the first sight in the museum, it was noble. Or a lazy smile has always been by the boy's side, even if he rubs shoulders with death, he can not change his face.

Thinking like this, Anderson turned out to be a little nervous again! From the opponent's point of view, his most satisfied student turned out to be so unpredictable, and deep worry instantly hung over the priest's head, for the first time in his life, he had some kind of invincible illusion about a potential enemy...

Oh no... Maybe he's not that strong.

The cursed sword that glowed with cold light was retracted from its cuffs in one go, and Anderson stood up and leaped down the window.

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The real question was how he was going to "kill" the near-innocent teenager a second time, without hesitation.

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The end of Cross Street

After nightfall, the town, which is not very densely populated, suddenly quiets down, and the ordinary roads in the town are no exception.

Occasionally, the cheerful laughter of the residents could be heard in the window, or the mischievous children would be naughtily lying on the lattice after dinner and peeking over.

Everything couldn't have been calmer.

Dr. Douglas quietly left the house with his beautiful assistant wife in tow, dragging his large suitcase, and strolled east down Cross Street.

"Oh! Dr. Douglas, where are you going? ”

Looking at the little head poking out of the window, Karlswan smiled

"Little Peter, did you take any medicine today?" He remembered that he had given the little boy a cold yesterday, and now he seemed to be much more energetic than he was then!

"Of course, doctor," the little boy nodded desperately, and then showed a hopeful gaze, "that... Are you on a business trip again? With your wife..."

"Yes," Kars gently hugged the woman tighter, "and it may take longer to go this time, so I won't be able to see everyone for a while." ”

"That's... Will you bring me some oriental desserts this time? The little boy was a little shy, and muttered expectantly, "I finished the pastry last time..."

"Ha, no problem, although it will be a while before I get back, you will surely receive your shipment from Mrs. Loris in a while."

"Really!?" Peter's eyes lit up immediately. At this moment, Mrs. Lorris's voice in the house finally came

"Alright, Peter, don't delay the doctor's trip... It's time for you to go to bed. ”

The voices came from far and near, and at last, a slightly blessed woman appeared on the other side of the glass window, and she nodded kindly to Kars and Angel.

"Oh, doctor, I wish you and your wife a good journey."

"Thank you very much for your blessings."

Kars bowed politely, and Angel beside him smiled sweetly.

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"I thought, it must have been a really good trip."

Gently wiping the ticket to Italy in his pocket, Kars still smiled charmingly. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. (To be continued......)

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