Birmingham.

Charlie rubbed his sour eyes and got out of bed, last night's screams rang out all night, and he had only slept for more than three hours. The sky outside the window was still gray, and he hadn't seen the sun since that day.

The wife had already gotten up, sat in the doorway, and looked at the collapsed cross at the top of the church in the distance, muttering to herself. This mother-in-law has long been insane, she is a devout believer.

Charlie got himself some breakfast, sour milk and hard bread. He also has two sons and a daughter, the eldest son is an apprentice in the shipyard and left early, and the younger son and daughter are still in bed.

Let them sleep a little longer, Charlie sighed.

After breakfast, Charlie went out to work, yes, he was a worker in an iron factory.

As the largest industrial city in the British Empire, Birmingham made axes were sold in India and North America to cut down trees in primeval forests, Birmingham made shackles, handcuffs and iron collars to tie the hands and feet of indigenous people in Africa and the Americas, Birmingham made iron bells to hang around the necks of cows in Australia, and Birmingham made hoes and sickles to tend their sugar cane fields in India

The country is undergoing upheaval, but the lives of ordinary people need to go on.

In the streets, priests in white robes were cleaning up the filthy stinking garbage and excrement on the ground, and these poor people, some of whom were brutally killed, some of whom became the lowest slaves, and some of whom went to the tables of the nobility, Charlie's wife went mad.

The sturdy werewolves are running through the streets, and they take the place of the patrolmen, which is good news, because then they don't have to dig out the entrails of civilians to feast on them.

The carriage, heavily obscured by black cloth, galloped past Charlie, a nobleman who was easily recognizable, and the fear of the sun was a conspicuous sign of superiority.

On his way to the blacksmith's shop, Charles passed St. Martin's Cathedral, which was now being remodeled, the statue of the angel and the cross had been removed, and a new statue was being built by craftsmen, said to be the statue of the King of the Night.

Two weeks ago, the ironwork factory stopped producing agricultural tools, but rushed to produce accessories for aluminum muskets, as well as all kinds of armor and armor, and almost became a military factory. Even if Charlie is a dull worker, he can smell the imminent war from it.

Charlie was considering a decision that he had been hesitating.

He was only in his forties, but he was as old as a man in his sixties, and his body was crippled by heavy work and poor food, and now he had the biggest turning point in his life - the transition from commoner to nobleman.

Someone helped him make the final decision, his co-worker, Old John. This guy is two years younger than himself, but his hair is all gray, but today he is as young as a strong young man in his twenties, with a loud voice, a fast walk, and even a lazy old fellow with a whip.

"You should try" Old John's eyes were shining brightly, his face was red, and Charlie found that the wrinkles on his face were almost invisible.

"It's a wonderful feeling, you know? Yesterday, my mother-in-law and I came eight times," said old John as if he had drunk too much wine, and he stretched out his palms and gestured to Charlie, who didn't even know the difference between eight and ten.

To hell with God!

Charlie cursed viciously, and strode into the director's office.

"Have you decided?" the director gasped as he said this as he was exercising violently on a chick, who was so fat that he could barely move his steps, but now he was as strong as an ox.

"Yes. Charlie nodded earnestly.

"Okay. The director was delighted and patted Charlie on the shoulder so vigorously that he almost smashed his bones, "You're a smart guy, there are fewer and fewer opportunities like this"

"Here, put your neck over"

Charlie swallowed and nervously stretched his neck under the director's foul mouth. He was bitten, and the bastard ripped off a whole piece of flesh from his neck and even swallowed it.

"Wait for the battle, Charlie," the director laughed and said to him, "as long as you survive, at least a sir, right, I remember your wife is a devout Christian, you know what to do"

Charlie couldn't help but nod his head, of course he knew what to do, the priest in Birmingham was dying, and no one dared to mention the word "God" again.

He put down the hand holding his neck for a while, because the wound had begun to scar, and although he had heard it many times, he couldn't help but admire the magic.

Becoming a werewolf doesn't seem to be something unacceptable.

Charlie hurried home, and on the way, his steps were getting faster and faster, and he felt that the abundant energy was constantly pouring out of his body, and his back was unconsciously straightened.

When she got home, her wife was still chattering, and Charlie couldn't wait to pull her into the house, stripped her naked, and tossed her seven or eight times before she got out of bed satisfied.

The next thing that makes him tangled up, is he really going to do that?

Just as he hesitated, a man rudely barged in, his eyes were red and he was panting, it was his eldest son.

Charlie and him instantly understood what was happening to each other as soon as they looked at each other.

The two tacitly dug out their wife's internal organs and ate them clean, as well as their little daughter

The younger son did not move, and the male could stay on for the battlefield, and the territory of the Eternal Night Empire needed them to explore

Carlo watched with satisfaction as he watched what was happening, and the decrees he issued were being implemented one by one: the nobles were vampirized, the commoners were werewolves, and all the silver coins were recovered

The process of infiltration from top to bottom was extraordinarily smooth, and the vast majority of the aristocracy did not have the slightest resistance to accepting the new identity of vampires, and even some painters, musicians, and sculptors had become the best substitute for opium and marijuana when opium and marijuana could no longer stimulate their creative inspiration, and they could devote themselves more energetically to artistic creation.

And soldiers and civilians become werewolves, and their superhuman physique can greatly extend their combat effectiveness and working time, and make the weapons and equipment that Carlo wants faster.

How terrifying will it be for the werewolf warriors with the highest individual quality, coupled with the world's top weapons and equipment, this is an iron army that belongs to the Eternal Night Empire!

"Compared to werewolves, vampires seem to have too many things to fear, but they can also play a greater role on the battlefield," L, as the chief advisor to the royal family of the Eternal Night Empire, reported his research results to Carlo: "I experimented with Dracula's body and found that he was not afraid of silver stakes, crosses, holy water, and garlic, but the second-generation vampires made with Dracula's blood lost this effect, and it seems that only the first bloodline can have this effect"

Carlo nodded: "I was just going to go to the Vatican, and I hope that the legend that the four dark holy weapons can create the first bloodline is not fake"

"The Royal Research Institute has been developing the latest gunpowder weapons, and has already made fragmentation bombs and arc guns, which are not bad, you can check them out when you have time"

"And," L continued, "I'm going to take a trip to India." ”

"India?!"

"Yes. L pointed to Brahma behind him and said, "Brahma's status as a warrior monk can be used to benefit the colonization of the eternal night."

"Go ahead" Carlo nodded in agreement, and said with a smile: "Don't be too reluctant, as I told Nosferatu, all you have to do now is to be a qualified sheepdog, keep a good eye on the fat lambs, and wait for me to harvest."

The threshold of the lord battle in Pazunia is the commander level, Carlo is only just reaching the high-level boss now, and the experience required for the promotion of the high-level leader to the commander is 10 million, which means that Carlo needs to kill a lot of people, please Baidu "throw the book network" Thank you for your support!