infinite death

"You actually contacted and cooperated with the 'ghosts' in private, don't you know that they are all dark sinners!" Inside the Holy See of the Vatican, a cardinal dressed in red and without a pastoral badge roared. Kneeling a middle-aged archbishop dressed in purple, "Judge Maxwell, how can you make me explain to His Majesty the Pope by doing this!"

In the Catholic Inquisition, Maxwell, the presiding judge, looked up at the cardinal in front of him. There was no sign of repentance on his clean face, but a calm smile: "My lord cardinal, please calm down. I will personally The one who pleaded guilty to His Majesty the Pope, and cooperated with the 'ghost' was only to deal with that demon... the greatest traitor of the Catholic Church, Vlad Zebes Dracula."

"England has already asked us for help to deal with Dracula and the 'ghost'. This is a good time for us to expand our influence and spread the faith of God on that Anglo-Saxon island." The cardinal held The scepter knocked on the table beside him, and his old face seemed a little excited, "We can definitely cooperate with England, why choose those disgusting dark heresies?"

"My lord, with all due respect." Maxwell stood up. He looked a full head taller than the old and crooked cardinal in his prime. He looked down at the man in red in front of him, "Since Martin Luther, a sinner, split the glory of God, Henry VIII overstepped, and Britain no longer belongs to God's territory. Those Protestants are impenitent sinners, and it will not do any good to cooperate with them , They have been corrupted by ignorance and madness, and only the fire of hell can wash away their sins. It can be seen from their daring to touch Ireland, the land of God, that we cannot have any compromise with Britain."

The cardinal's wrinkled face was full of dissatisfaction: "Maxwell! Even if England is a heretic of Protestantism, at least they are mortals chanting the name of God. This is absolutely not the reason why you can cooperate with the 'ghost'!"

"Heretics are as sinful as heretics." The presiding judge stared closely at the cardinal. "No, comparatively speaking, heretics are even more heinous than heretics. They have no right to praise the name of the Lord at all! The 'ghosts' are connected, but this is just to use them. In the end, those dirty offal will be crushed by the hammer of the Lord. As the agent, our Inquisition will purify the entire British Isles of."

"Even so, you cannot hand over Elena's Holy Nail to them..." As if oppressed by the powerful aura of the presiding judge, the cardinal couldn't help taking a small step back, and then said, "Then It has witnessed the blessing of God, 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... are not human beings. They are just satanic messengers who hinder the Kingdom of God. It is impossible not to wipe them out completely. Even if it is to dirty our hands, we must do it! This It is the meaning of our Inquisition." The presiding judge bowed slightly to the cardinal, "We will definitely wipe out that demon completely, so I will take my leave first." After saying this, Maxwell turned and left .

"...Maxwell, I will warn His Majesty the Pope about your actions!" The cardinal said angrily, looking at the presiding judge who was about to leave regardless of his words.

"We are the real representatives of God's punishment on earth." Hearing this, the presiding judge stopped for a while, and turned to look at the cardinal behind him, with inexplicable fanaticism in his eyes, "If it is for the glory of God, it is considered Jesus we can kill too..."

Then the presiding judge left without looking back, leaving only the cardinal who was intimidated by the fanatic eyes and fell limp to the ground accidentally.

"Judge, how is it?" After leaving the holy seat, several priests who had been waiting outside greeted Maxwell, 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 full of rotten atmosphere. The teachings are revised again and again, and the ignorance of the world is constantly compromised. Even the ancient Summer Palace Occupied by the so-called Vatican Academy of Sciences, those so-called scientists can sit on top of bishops and archbishops, and even call them "Your Excellency" like bishops, and there are still people who want to do it for the absurd "heliocentric theory" and "evolution theory" 'Rectification of the name, they even want to erect a statue of Galileo on the square who should have been tied to the stake with Bruno... What's more frightening is that those Marxists are polluting the thoughts of the workers in Europe, but they don't Nothing. Those unbelievers are more powerful demons than Satan, they not only deny the glory of God, but also deny God itself... Huh, one day they will become a more terrible disaster than Dracula."

"We believe, Lord Judge, that you will shine the light of the Lord." A priest said humbly to Maxwell, "After eliminating that demon, the Judge will definitely be promoted and become a Cardinal. At that time, as long as Your Majesty... "

"Enough." Maxwell shook his head and stopped the priest from continuing, "Stop saying these words... Are you ready for everything?"

"All agents in Europa have assembled in Dunkirk." Another priest replied, "Now we are only waiting for your order from the presiding judge."

"Very good." Maxwell looked to the west, where England is located, "Preparing to order, as soon as the time comes, we will personally board that island of Protestants, whether it is demons or heretics... …Leave nothing behind. Kill all enemies in sight, burn down their buildings, and sow salt and thorns on their land. We want the whole world to see that those who forsake God will be punished God's punishment!"

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

This is a huge underground space. The electric lights connected to the wires illuminate the originally dark space, but because it is in the famous foggy city of London, and it is originally a cold underground space, this space The interior is full of unpleasant dampness, and the strong smell of blood that the ventilation ducts can't take away makes people feel nauseous after smelling it.

The brick wall next to it was covered with various blueprints, which marked numerous experimental data, and countless huge glass jars were placed on the shelves against the wall.These formalin-filled glass jars float countless human organs, viscera, limbs, brains, eyeballs, and spines.There are even some organ forms contained within that no longer belong to humans.

"Experiment No. 45 cannot bear the power of Elena's Nail." A researcher in a white robe said, looking at the experimental subject in the steel cage in front of him. An artificial vampire was howling in pain. It was constantly being damaged and reassembled, and then with a "poof", the vampire turned into minced meat all over the place.

"Professor... still can't do it." After cleaning the minced meat into a bucket and throwing it into another cage where a werewolf was being held as dog food, the researcher turned and sat aside The middle-aged man in a sofa said.

Wearing a black suit and a suit, Professor Moriarty raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh?"

His voice was low and slightly hoarse, and his eyes were slightly cloudy, but facing his gaze, the researcher who was originally a dark wizard immediately felt cold sweat covering his back.

"Artificial vampires transformed from ghouls are still too fragile. Even though we have suppressed the holy power in Elena's Nail, we still cannot achieve balance." The researcher wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief , while quickly explaining, "Only the original natural werewolf can barely absorb the power of Irina's Nail after strengthening its resistance to alienation, but this can only get a strong self-healing ability, and the will of the werewolf itself has also been affected by Irina. The interference of Lianna's Nail has lost most of their wisdom. Apart from this point, the rank of the werewolf itself is still too low. If we want to obtain real undead power through Yi Lianna's Nail, we need to be stronger Only experimental products can do it..."

"You mean...a real vampire?" Professor Moriarty turned his head and looked at the cage where the werewolf was held. Got some crumbs.

"Yes..." the researcher nodded quickly, "but the problem is... the real vampire itself is an immortal existence..."

"This is back to the original point." Professor Moriarty stood up and picked up a rusty iron nail in a wooden box beside him, "We need strength to deal with that Earl , but to obtain this power, you must first obtain that earl... After all, he is the only real vampire left in this world..." After saying this, he put the iron nail—the holy relic Yi Lianna's Nail was thrown at the researcher, "Continue your research, haven't the people in the Vatican already given so much information, I don't care what method you use, even the conditions can be lowered... I just want you to do it. Come out with something that can compete with that earl, even if it is only temporarily."

At this time, another person walked towards Professor Moriarty. From the pale skin and blood-red eyes, it could be seen that it was an "inferior artificial vampire" created by Professor Moriarty.

"Professor, the Inquisition has made a move." The vampire lowered his head and said to Professor Moriarty, "They asked us to find Count Dracula as soon as possible."

"Can't wait anymore?" Professor Moriarty chuckled, and then sat back on the sofa again, "Those fanatics said they wanted to cooperate with us, but what they must have in mind is to combine us with that earl. If they are destroyed together, the whole of London will be engulfed in a sea of ​​flames. I seem to have seen the scene where the impaler's stakes and fanatics' stakes stand in a row... But it doesn't matter, this is exactly what I want I hope to see, is there anything in this world that is more beautiful than a ruin? As they wish, let us be a moth to the flame."

(The update is late qaq, this chapter is so troublesome to write, I feel the malice of the world!)

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