I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Rezhe explained to the two of them the power contained within the crystal, since they had already decided to become members of the Black Round Table ritual.

The Eternal Destruction that Razer gave them was also a modified version, only it was created by the Mercury Serpent.

The modified version of the Eternal Destruction Ritual, the Mercury Serpent, is not difficult for the god of magic to learn at all.

On the table were also the holy relics that Elunere and Beatrice had collected.

The Magic Cannon represents the Magic Bullet Shooter, and the Holy Sword of War Thunder is said to be the sword wielded by Thrud, the daughter of Thor, the god of thunder in Norse mythology. The German meaning of Thrud is the goddess of war.

Actually, this thing was created by Raiji, after all, he and the Mercury Serpent are the ultimate mysterious source of this world.

In Norse mythology and such, his disciple Matilda is currently engaged in a fierce battle in some war god world.

The reason for bestowing the Eternal Destruction Ritual upon these two at this time is because of the murderer and vampire who are causing a great stir in Berlin.

Although those two guys didn't have eternal destruction, their destructive power was almost on par with demons at the [Active] rank.

If these two people were to go there as ordinary people, they would probably be considered to have lost.

So tonight, whether it's Eluneore and Beatrice, or the murderers and vampires of the capital, they are all just sacrifices offered for Reinhard's awakening.

------

Meanwhile, inside a cathedral in Berlin, the temperature was rather low tonight, but some strange, ominous signs had already gathered in the city.

Even in this sacred and solemn church, two ominous stars gather, as if fate were drawing all the ominous stars here.

They will either perish or be reborn.

"Now, I will hand over the item I mentioned earlier to you, who have come to visit in the name of Wolfram-Sievers, Director of the German Office for the Inheritance of Ancient Heritage."

Below the church, a somewhat gaunt priest, with a smile, handed a small bottle to a woman with a captivating and alluring appearance.

The woman was enveloped in scarlet color and was wearing a seductive yet mismatched evening gown.

At first glance, the other person's body appears to be made of two pieces of fabric sewn together with red rope, one in front of the other, onto the woman's curvaceous and sexy body, exposing large areas of skin on both sides.

If you look closely, you'll find that this extremely alluring woman has no trace of wearing underwear.

Her long, wine-red hair almost touched the ground, and she wore long gloves that resembled sleeves as she accepted the sealed bottle from the priest.

The woman's eyes, behind her monocle, were slightly narrowed, her blue-green pupils filled with a playful and teasing expression.

The priest didn't offend the alluring woman with his eyes, or rather, he completely ignored her. He made the sign of the cross, and with a polite smile, solemnly offered his blessing:

“Valeria-Tolifa, Priest of the Seventeenth District of the Eastern Orthodox Church, may you and your future path be filled with happiness and blessings—Amen.”

"—Amen~~"

Inside the sanctuary, the woman was performing prayers in a solemn voice, but the next moment, her shoulders began to tremble violently, and she burst into laughter.

"...Pfft, pfft hahahaha, ahahahahaha."

The woman, with her alluring and bewitching beauty, suddenly laughed, then immediately apologized to the priest in a rather frivolous manner:

"No, no, no, I'm sorry, it seems I'm still not good at this kind of behavior. How should I put it, when I see such strange faces putting on such a respectful look, I just find it too funny. I always can't help but burst out laughing at funerals."

The woman uttered rude and flirtatious remarks, her expression frivolous as she giggled happily.

Combined with the other person's fleshy limbs and revealing clothing, and that attitude that could be described as blasphemous.

"Ah, but thank you, Father." The woman's smile gradually faded to a normal one as she looked at the priest and said, "I really wanted you to entrust me with such an important item."

"...No, let's leave aside the past. The current Bureau of Ancient Heritage has been absorbed by the SS, which is why it's like this."

The gaunt priest was not angered by the woman's frivolous and blasphemous attitude; he was the typical impoverished clergyman.

This priest is a good listener, but he's rather weak at urging others to listen.

He was a man who gave the impression of being listless and weak.

To put it bluntly, he is not good-looking and has nothing to do with being strict.

The priest waved dismissively at the woman and continued:

"Since it's for the sake of the country, we have no reason to refuse."

The Office for the Preservation of the Ancient Heritage of Germany was originally a private research institution founded by Himmler in 1935.

It was once absorbed by the SS and became a formal military background research institution, nominally under the SS National Directorate Staff.

This woman, carrying the will of the Director of the Ancient Heritage Inheritance Bureau, was ordered to receive some sacred relics with a long history.

The woman glanced at the priest's feeble smile, toyed with the small bottle in her hand, and asked again:

"Hmm, is that so? Although it's already been given to me, it's not really appropriate for me to ask again, but is this really the real deal?"

After saying that, he shook the small bottle in his hand at the priest.

The dark red liquid inside the small bottle seemed to be an extremely viscous and ominous substance, with an unidentified black color flowing within it.

“It should be.” The priest looked at the small bottle in the woman’s hand with a complicated expression, and explained to her, “This is a secret treasure kept by the monasteries of Constantinople for generations. It is the blood of Vlad the Dracula. It has not crystallized or dried up even after hundreds of years. It still remains a dark red liquid.”

Dracula's name must have been very famous in this era.

Vlad III, a famous figure in European history and a renowned general of ancient Romania, was later ennobled as Grand Duke. He was known for his cruelty.

They would often insert a long wooden stick through the opening of the prisoner's anus, then through the entire body and out of the mouth, and then erect the stick high up, torturing the prisoner to death.

This method was used to execute thousands of Ottoman Turkish prisoners at once.

Therefore, he was named "Cepes" (Romanian for "piercing"), and was also known as the Piercing Prince.

Vlad III also suffered from a bloodlust disorder.

But he himself was a devout Catholic.

However, in Bram Stoker's novel "Dracula," this Grand Duke was used as the prototype for vampires.

Whether Dracula was truly a vampire in history or just a rumor and slander, the blood in the woman's hand, which came from that man, can prove everything.

"The Gift of Darkness—Kaziklu-Bay?"

The woman looked at the dark red liquid inside the bottle in her hand, a curious smile on her face, and asked the priest:

"So, if you drink this, will you turn into a vampire? What do you think?"

“I don’t know about that,” the priest said, shaking his head with his eyes closed. Then he looked at the woman again and said, “However, in any case, if Rome finds out that we are keeping this, they will probably launch a crusade. To be honest, I think it’s a hot potato, so we should get rid of it.”

"Is that so? Then I'll accept it without hesitation."

Hearing the priest say that, the woman smiled happily.

He placed the bottle in his hand into the abyss of his own heart, under the twitching gaze of the priest in front of him, and muttered something under his breath.

"Although I also hate the Vatican, no matter how barbaric they are, they can't possibly attack Germany as it is now."

After all, her true identity is that of a witch, who is inherently incompatible with entities like the Church or the Vatican.

In addition, she had been falsely accused of being a witch and almost insulted, so her opinion of the church was negative.

Moreover, no matter what, the times are the times. Although the Vatican is a formally independent country, its geopolitical relationship with Italy cannot be ignored.

As for Italy, it is rumored that it will form an alliance with Germany in the near future.

In that case, even if the sacred relics threaten their beliefs, since they are stored in the state-organized Bureau of Ancient Heritage, they cannot be interfered with casually.

Was she feeling immense pleasure because of this fact? The woman smiled wickedly, like a witch who had long harbored resentment towards Rome.

Smiling, the alluring woman, now named Anna Schweglin, extended an invitation to the priest before her with a seductive and captivating smile:

"Father, I'm suddenly in a really good mood. It's a rare opportunity, so how about we take a walk together tonight?"

"...No, me."

"To be honest, I'm a little interested in you, though I can't quite put my finger on it—"

Before the priest, who was forcing a smile, could utter a word of refusal, Anna looked at him with a charming smile, but her eyes, devoid of any smile, fixed on the priest's eyes.

The witch was pondering what to say, but in the next instant...

You look delicious.

In this strange atmosphere of separation and interaction, the priest's ears—no, it seemed as if his head—directly received or sensed some information.

"------!"

The priest clutched his chest, his brow furrowed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

I did hear it just now. Even though the woman didn't say it, I did hear and sense that the witch had some ill intentions and malice.

The woman, Anna, feigned exaggerated surprise upon seeing the priest's expression.

"Oh dear, Father, what's wrong? You don't look well."

"It's nothing." The priest forced a smile, rubbed his forehead, and waved his hand, saying, "Please don't worry about it."

"Hmm...I see. I see."

With a thoughtful look in her eyes and an amused smile, Anna seemed to have figured something out.

"...What?" The priest became inexplicably nervous.

"No, speaking of which, I remember hearing a rather interesting rumor before..."

Anna closed her eyes and recalled her memories. As if recalling the memories she was thinking about, she opened her eyes and looked at the priest in front of her with a slightly meaningful smile.

"It seems that in some village in Romania, there is a priest who can hear the voice of God."

"I heard that the priest seems to be making good progress in his exploration of these relics, which are neither a curse nor a belief, but are imbued with longing."

As Anna spoke frankly, the priest remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he began to feel nervous.

"As you know, in modern terms, they are contact transponders, or telepaths, who can observe, read, and listen to the memories and thoughts of people or things."

With an amused smile, but his eyes were fixed on the priest in front of him, as if to say, "I'm talking about you, just admit it."

"I'm so envious. Because of my job, I really want this kind of high-performance radar. Hey, Father, do you know anyone like that?"

Avoiding Anna's gaze, which seemed to want to probe into his inner self, the priest shook his head.

"...Well, who knows? I've been serving God for a long time, but because of my own mediocrity, I still haven't seen even a glimpse of a miracle."

He smiled naturally and denied Anna's question.

Then, as if imbued with personal emotion, she spoke with a mixture of pain and self-mockery in her eyes:

"And from what you've said, it doesn't seem to be such a wonderful thing."