One Piece: The World King Who Emerged from the White Town

So when Accardo and Father Alexander Anderson were about to have a big fight, he hurriedly tried to stop them.

To put it bluntly, he almost overdid it by pretending to be something he'd never done.

Father Anderson, however, genuinely wanted to kill Alucard, the vampire king, so he didn't care about his attempts to stop him.

The situation was about to spiral out of control.

Suddenly, someone reported: "A clue has been sent from London, England. Someone called and claimed to know the identities and purposes of those vampires, but will only reveal it when they meet Father Alexander Anderson."

Father Anderson, who was about to make his move, was taken aback. His rising momentum suddenly faltered, and he lost his will to fight.

"Want to see me?"

"That's right, and they specifically asked to see you."

“Interesting. Arrange a helicopter. I’ll head to London now.”

Father Anderson ignored Accardo and turned to leave.

Although Father Anderson's name is not a taboo or secret, it is known only within the Vatican, and he has been given a host of titles, such as Assassin, Beheading Detective, Regenerator, Angel Dust, Gunsword Father, and so on.

But almost no one outside the community knows his full name, let alone mention him at this critical juncture.

This means that the other party may actually know something.

Otherwise, it would be a trap, a snare, set up against him!

He just doesn't care.

He was confident in his own strength; apart from that monster, he was certain he wouldn't lose to anyone.

Integula's eyes suddenly flashed, and he said to Accardo, "Let's go too, to London."

"Hey, wait a minute, the meeting hasn't started yet."

What did you call me before?

"..."

Enrico Maxwell was immediately speechless.

“Sows only have meetings with a bunch of boars, so let’s forget about it, otherwise I’m afraid my servants might not be able to resist biting your head off.”

Integula, puffing on a cigar, left with Accardo, showing no respect to the Vatican, or rather, she had already shown it.

Chapter 762 Father Alexander Anderson

Inside an abandoned factory on the outskirts of London.

Footsteps gradually rose, and there was no attempt to conceal them.

Father Alexander Anderson, skilled and daring, arrived at the agreed location without any hesitation.

And as soon as he entered, he smelled the stench emanating from the heretical vampire!

This made him grin, feeling extremely...happy.

"Come out, didn't you want to see me?"

Father Anderson was wearing a white coat, a cross necklace, and white gloves with symbols similar to those of Accardo. He also wore round glasses.

In the darkness, Abel's figure gradually appeared, and then he walked out with a smile.

Father Anderson's eyes flickered slightly; he hadn't noticed a person hiding there at all just now.

This kid is something else!

"Alexander Anderson?"

"That's right, it's me. And who are you? What do you know?"

Abel chuckled softly and said, "Abel, Gustavus Abel. An ordinary man who is pursuing the title of the strongest."

"As for what I know... that depends on what Father Anderson wants to know from me."

Father Anderson suddenly burst into laughter. "The strongest? What a boastful tone. So you brought me here not to see me, but to settle things with me, is that it?"

Abel shook his head slightly. "This journey will determine not only who is superior, but also who lives or dies."

"Good! Well said! Kid, I'm starting to admire you."

Father Anderson flicked his wrists, and two sharp, gleaming gunswords appeared in his hands. He then crossed the two blades in front of him, one horizontal and one vertical, forming a cross.

"It's just a pity that all outcasts have to die, especially those who associate with filthy things like vampires."

Abel couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "The vampires you're talking about, you don't mean these things, do you?"

He casually pulled the chain beside him, and with a loud bang, the container door was ripped open, revealing a series of artificial vampires inside, their eyes glowing red, sealed in cement barrels with only their heads showing...

Father Anderson paused for a moment. He had thought that the vampires he had smelled were the other side's accomplices, but it seemed that this was not the case.

"It took me a lot of effort to catch these guys these past two days."

"You want to know where these vampires come from, right? I'll tell you. That way, when we start our real battle, you won't be distracted."

"Speaking of which, these guys can only be considered ghouls. They are the product of artificial vampires sucking blood."

Father Anderson asked with some doubt: "Ghouls? Artificial vampires?"

"That's right. The remnants of NC have rallied together, and one of their genius scientists has developed so-called artificial vampires. They then used these technologies to transform all the soldiers in their army. After being sucked by these artificial vampires, they turn into ghouls, which is why you see these guys now."

"It's a fairy tale, but my intuition tells me you're not lying, nor do I need to."

Father Anderson gently pushed up his glasses with the back of his hand. "If what you say is true, it means that the remnants of the NC now have an army composed entirely of vampires. What exactly are they planning to do?"

"Who knows? Will they unify the world and start another world war? Or is it just a preparation for revenge?"

This time, Abel did not give the other person the correct answer.

But just imagining what they might do is enough to have terrible consequences.

Because ordinary weapons cannot kill vampires. Even if they are man-made, they are still vampires and are immortal.

Its only weaknesses are light, silver, and the blessings from the Holy See.

A sudden attack by such a vampire army, with a number of a thousand, would be enough to cause the fall of a small country in a single night.

After all, who would normally keep silver weapons on hand?

Are they burning money because they have too much?

Apart from the Holy See, which maintains a long-term reserve of this material, no other country would use such precious silver to make swords and bullets and distribute them to its soldiers.

"We must find and eliminate these remnants of the NC as soon as possible, otherwise the world may be engulfed in war again."

Father Anderson's face was solemn, but he hadn't forgotten that a battle that would determine the victor and the vanquished awaited him.

Although he was grateful for the timely intelligence, since this kid was determined to die, he wouldn't show any mercy.

Giving it your all is the greatest respect you can show it!

As Abel drew the two samurai swords he had prepared beforehand and stuck in the wall, pointing them one in front of the other, Father Anderson's attack arrived.

Two sharp muskets slashed at Abel's neck with one blade and pierced his heart with the other.

When they strike, it's a decisive blow!

but……

"The killing intent is good, but it's too slow."

Abel, though arriving late, struck first, drawing his blade in an instant and precisely deflecting the two guns and swords from Father Anderson's hands.

The immense force sent a jolt through Father Anderson, making his hand go numb.

You should know that he is not an ordinary human being; he is a special cyborg who has undergone body modification using technology that transcends science.

The body can even withstand ordinary bullets.

Both their speed and strength far surpass those of ordinary people; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to fight those monsters.

But after just one exchange, he realized that his opponent's speed and strength were still superior to his own!

"Could this guy be a cyborg like me?"

The moment Father Anderson dropped his weapon, he performed five consecutive backward rolls and leaps, quickly creating distance between them.

Then, with a flick of his wrists, he held two more guns and swords in his hands.

In fact, the guns he used were not simple either; they were transformed from blessed pages of the Bible, and there were as many guns as there were pages in the Bible.

"I was careless just now, but I definitely won't do it again."

Flying Gun Sword!

Father Anderson quickly threw out the two guns and swords in his hands, then two more, and then two more!

After unleashing a six-hit combo with his flying gunswords, he then engaged in close combat with two gunswords in hand.

Abel stood still, effortlessly wielding his longsword to deflect the thrown guns and swords, and then perfectly blocked Father Anderson's frenzied, mercury-like attack.

With his Observation Haki fully activated, he could even 'see' Father Anderson's attack moves a few seconds in advance.

Therefore, the scene looked particularly eerie.

At first glance, it seems as if Abel is making a brilliant parry, but if you look at it for a while, you will discover a surprising fact.

That is, as the defending side, they can always get into position in advance.

As if it had been rehearsed beforehand, Father Anderson 'cooperatively' delivered the food, allowing the other party to successfully parry it.

Chapter 763 Let's Play a Game

"how so?!"

Father Anderson grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, his previous confidence completely gone.

It was as if the other party could predict his movements in advance, and did not retaliate. Each time, they would just get into position and quietly wait for him to run into them.

He felt like prey caught in a spider's web, unable to escape no matter how hard he struggled.