Berlin.

The black carriage slowly stopped, and an old man in a red and blue military uniform stepped out of the carriage, he was slightly bowed, but his beard and eyebrows were very thick, and they hung thickly on his face, looking very majestic.

When the German soldiers with steel guns saw the old man, they straightened their waists and greeted him respectfully.

The old man's face was as gloomy as iron, and he walked into the heavily guarded military factory without saying a word.

A loud gunshot was heard somewhere in the munitions factory, and the old man walked straight towards it. A handsome middle-aged officer saw the old man, hurried up to meet him, and respectfully shouted: "Führer!"

The old man nodded slightly, and his gaze fell on a few soldiers not far away.

The middle-aged officer couldn't wait to introduce to the old man: "Führer, Mauser has developed the latest type of rifle, using the technology of smokeless propellant, which greatly enhances the power and range of the rifle, and reduces the explosion rate a lot. . . With this, the German soldiers will become the most terrible presence on the battlefield .."

The old man stared at the rifle for a long time, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "A bullet can easily take away a person's fragile life, but is it useful for monsters?"

The middle-aged officer's face froze, and he didn't understand what the old man meant.

"The British are crazy, and instead of robbing the huge gold of the Americas and countless slaves in Africa, they kill their queens and become monsters and gnaw on people's heads everywhere.."

"Führer, don't you believe those rumors."

The old man coldly interrupted the middle-aged officer: "I just came back from Italy... You really should check it out, I'm sure you'll have nightmares when you sleep for the rest of your life.. The whole of Italy was eaten up by three monsters.. The smell of blood is about to reach Berlin.."

"I heard that France had also fallen, and the head was piled into a tower... Grevy's head was dropped at the very top of the tower."

"Marcos, I can only give you a week.." The old man took a stack of photos and materials and threw them in front of the middle-aged officer, and said coldly: "If you can't develop guns and artillery shells that can easily tear monsters to pieces, just wait to die with the whole of Berlin."

The old man turned to leave, his stiff boots making a crisp and heavy footstep on the ground.

The middle-aged officer looked at the photo in front of him, which was printed with images of vampires and werewolves slaughtering civilians, and a black shadow suspended in mid-air, because it was dark, all the photos were blurred, but just this way you could feel the deep horror in it...

The middle-aged officer's face was extremely ugly, and he scolded in a low voice: "Damn, has the evil god been resurrected?.. Vampires and werewolves began to declare war on the whole world .."

He walked briskly out of the barracks, his features constantly changing, and when he stepped into a carriage, he had completely changed into a different form.

"Master.." The deep voice of the coachman came in, "Yesterday there was a massacre in the south, and hundreds of people died. That madman is chasing after him again.."

"The world is crazy.." The middle-aged officer couldn't help but curse, pondered for a moment, and said, "Let's leave Berlin immediately and go to sea.."

"Yes. The coachman drove the carriage and galloped out of the city.

"Those crazy women on Paradise Island should be tempted to jump out... They have always been peaceful and just."

A low voice came from inside the carriage and drifted away.

...

The darkness spread to Rome, and the former Kingdom of Italy has become a ruined ruin, with three huge Roshan scattered at the three ends of the Italian Kingdom in a triangular shape, and the Roshan is full of dense eyes and arms, terrifying and disgusting.

The surviving Italians had long since fled the area, they ran out of food, they ate all the living things they could eat, and the land around Roshan was dug into a deep ravine.

Carlo could clearly sense the hunger thoughts they conveyed to him, and the energy required to maintain such a large body was also enormous, and without food, the three mountains of meat were rotting and dying all the time.

Carlo had foreseen this since the power of the original sin of "gluttony" was interrupted, and the reward for investing hundreds of people was unusually rich, and Carlo was already satisfied with the result, and he did not linger too long, and the army of darkness turned to Germany.

...

The old man stood on top of the fort with a pale face, and behind him many marshals and generals with outstanding military attainment, all of them were pale and looked at everything in front of him in horror.

Their soldiers are dying all the time.

The musket did nothing to the bloodthirsty monsters, only a little skin wound, not even to hinder their tracks.

These monsters are said to fear only sunlight, silver, and crosses.

The old man looked up at the sky, where countless bats and crows were inhabited, and he ordered the damned beasts to be shot, but after shooting the large number of bats, there were thick dark clouds on them, obscuring the sun.

All the money in the treasury was exchanged for silver and sent to the military factory to be processed into silver bullets, which did have a certain effect, and some of the monsters died, but their blood made the same kind faster.

"Ask the Holy See for help... These evil monsters can only be subdued by God." A general shuddered.

"Idiot!" the old man scolded back, but quickly became depressed again, and said in a harsh tone: "The Holy Land of the Holy See, the Vatican, was destroyed a few months ago.."

An atmosphere of despair and oppression permeated the entire position, and a thought could not help but pop up in everyone's minds: Is the great German Empire about to be destroyed by a group of monsters?

Some soldiers could not bear the pressure of fear and abandoned their guns and fled.

The old man took out his pistol and shot a deserter, and the generals around him also imitated him and began to shoot the deserter.

The soldiers stopped in place, with the bullets of their comrades in front of them and the minions of the monsters behind them, and they completely collapsed, slumped on the ground and began to cry.

"Oh God, tell me, it's just a nightmare!" one soldier shouted in despair.

This scene caused more and more soldiers to give up shooting and choose to kneel on the ground and pray to heaven.

The monsters pushed even faster, gulping down the blood of the soldiers, and then doing a strange trick - stacking the corpses of the soldiers on top of each other to form a wall of corpses.

Just like the Tower of Man in Paris, they want to build a "Berlin Wall" in Germany.

The old man was stunned and put down the gun in his hand.

In front of him, Rao has always been known for his iron will, and he has the illusion that "maybe it's really just a nightmare, and when he wakes up, it's all over".

A voice pulled him back to reality from his distraction.

"Führer, silver cannonballs are ready!"

An officer hurriedly ran up, but just as he was about to run in front of the old man, the whole person exploded with a "bang".

Blood smeared the old man's face, and he saw a handsome young man slowly falling in front of him in a trance, and said to himself with a smile:

"The range of truth is within the range of a cannon... How good that is said.."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Bismarck.."