Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

A world of extreme violence, a battlefield of pure simplicity!

The war is here.

The division of power is very simple: the defending side is the British Empire.

and the aggressor

As the losers of the last world war, the remnants of the Third Reich—who had undergone collective ghoul-like human experiments—the last large contingent of German soldiers.

The last one is the "Vatican," a third party that will be temporarily inserted.

Now, perhaps a fourth force should emerge.

Although one person is alone, they are enough to make the other three people feel fear and trembling, and dare not look away for a moment.

Even the slightest harbinger of its arrival drew all eyes on Earth.

O God in heaven—Lord, are you finally coming?

Bang!

When Andersen held up his musket in a perfect cross and shouted, "You will not tremble, you will die like straws!"

Amen!

When that wild and heroic "Amen" resounded loudly!!

A chilling feeling suddenly ran down the spines of everyone present.

Whether it's Indra as a human, the last horde of ghouls, or the priest and his disciples.

They felt it; right after the priest uttered "Amen" as always, it was as if something had been drawn in, and the whole world became different.

It's as if an invisible pair of eyes has appeared above everyone's head in the sky.

Sacred, majestic, grand, and mysterious—like the Sword of Damocles.

This feeling did not frighten the priest; instead, it caused Andersen's shoulders to tremble violently with excitement.

This is not something to fear, but rather an honor.

Even as traitors, they have the honor of being noticed by God.

Therefore, noticing the disciples' loss of composure, and seeing the cigarette fall from the blond male disciple's mouth due to shock and tension, Andersen shouted sternly, "We ask ourselves, why are you like this?!" The next moment, the disciples reacted and emerged from the shadows, as if they had suddenly grasped a lifeline from drowning people, and quickly escaped the tension as if they had found their backbone.

The xN chanted in unison: "We are traitors, traitors—Escarius, Judas!"

In the shadows, the priest continued in a low, menacing voice, like the roar of a wild beast: "[Traitors] What do you hold in your right hands?!"

With a whoosh, countless clergymen rained down from the shadows and surrounding buildings, then lined up in neat rows, chanting in unison, "Daggers and poison!"

Neat and uniform, with strict discipline, they resembled the most precise, meticulous, and cold-blooded killing weapons.

In this harsh, salt-punishing environment, their voices seemed to grow louder and more fervent, as if they were gradually gaining clarity about their own hearts and dispelling their confusion.

Father Andersen: "Traitors! What do you hold in your left hands?!"

By the time they arrived, all the clergy had completely regained their composure and shouted in unison, "Thirty silver coins and straw rope!"

The final riot saw the large contingent rush towards the army of clergy, roaring as if venting their fear of the impending arrival of "God" upon them.

Because of the betrayers' "declaration," one side gradually calmed down and understood their mission. Regardless of whether God was about to descend, there was no need to be confused. As the betrayers, Judas only needed to uphold that declaration and will to the very end!

That's the only thing they should be doing!

On the other side, the ghoul army was stimulated by this sacred and orderly voice, which seemed to possess a strong spiritual impact and soul faith!

Andersen roared in equal fury, mercilessly piercing through the front-line enemies with his musket and shouting, "Traitors, what are you doing here!"

He grinned, revealing a fanatical smile: "We are neither apostles nor believers, neither followers nor non-followers, neither traitors nor traitors. We worship only one thing, bowing down to receive grace! Bowing down to punish traitors! A deadly pawn who wields a dagger in the darkness and poisons dinner—!"

As they charged into the ghoul German ranks and slaughtered them, they danced gracefully, chanting loudly: "We are the dead, the multitude of the dead, we are the assassins, the traitors, Judas! When the time comes, we will throw thirty silver coins at God and hang ourselves with straw ropes!"

The remaining clergy opened fire, employing the "physical exorcism" method of New Age clergy, frantically shooting ghouls with silver bullets while shouting in unison: "We, as a united force, will go to hell together, willing to fight against the seven million four hundred and five thousand nine hundred and twenty-six evil spirits of hell!"

Rumble~!!!!

The flames spewed forth like a rain of fire from the sky or a thunderous explosion.

Silver bullets, designed to counter vampires, rained down on the last large contingent of soldiers.

This army of undead, virtually invincible to ordinary humans, is truly a hellish force, an absolute elite, as the Third Reich's trump card in its resurgence!

But when faced with members of the Special Thirteenth Division—who were completely restrained and resembled the inquisition of heretics from the past church—it was like a child facing an attack from an adult, utterly powerless to resist.

In an instant, the immortal wall of flesh was torn to shreds.

The dream of revenge seemed to be tinged with the same sense of being executed.

At this moment, facing the ferocious and violent Thirteenth Division soldiers charging towards them, who were more ferocious than any soldier in war, even the dead couldn't help but wonder who the real evil spirits came from hell.

Not one by one, but...

In the sky, the concept of the golden demon city summoned by the night is hidden in the void.

After it sat on the throne, the biblical heroes, and even the saints from the fairy tale universe that it had recently conquered—the Virgin Mary, angels, and disciples—appeared one by one.

Then, led by Night, who was "God," they saw this "other world" that resembled hell! They witnessed the traitors, the Judas, swearing to willingly sink into hell and then engaging in a frenzied slaughter! Whether it was the Judas' collective oath or their frenzied side, completely unlike the kind, righteous, and gentle side of clergy, only a brutal side like that of demons remained, it made many biblical heroes and saints frown.

However, a few characters like Saint Joseph and Jeanne Alter, who thrive on chaos, watched with excited, sinister smiles.

Ohhh!!

Such violent law enforcement is anything but sacred, but it's exactly what they want.

In terms of neuroticism and cruelty, these two haven't changed at all, even now that they're with God.

Soon, all members of the Bible tradition had to accept the fact that "the clergy in this world seem to be somewhat extreme."

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65

Chapter Sixty-Five: Like a Nightmare Finally Awakening, Alucard: God!

Who are you talking about losing to?

Will I lose?

The scene of priests and nuns, armed with pistols and submachine guns, fighting ghouls was so epoch-making that it was truly... Compared to the heroic spirits of the Bible tradition, the saints of the biblical mythological system here seemed to accept this fact much faster.

This was because the god above, [Night], spoke calmly, saying, "Existence is its own justification."

Some people, driven by their sense of justice, willingly transform into evil spirits; this extreme evil is, in itself, a practice of the ultimate justice in their hearts.

Recalling God's "absolute evil" side, and under God's revelation, they suddenly seemed to have gained some understanding of the existence of the Thirteen Departments.

A traitor is not a traitor, a believer is not a believer.

They believe in God, but do not fully abide by the doctrines. In order to deal with evil spirits, they are willing to go deep into hell and become a hellish demon. Only by transforming into a form more evil than the evil spirits can they punish evil.

The angels understand this best.

Beauty is not about appearance but about the heart; a terrifying appearance is only for intimidating demons. Only the devil is beautiful and alluring.

Judas the Traitor—named after the disciple in the Bible who betrayed Jesus—walks in darkness, doing what the radiant believers cannot, yet he too fights for God.

Therefore, a traitor is also not a traitor.

Joan of Arc: "I see..."

After understanding this, the many biblical heroic spirits, led by Joan of Arc, began to look at those traitors with a different gaze.

Although they could never become that kind of fanatical person, they at least realized that in terms of faith—those people were just as devout in their hearts, just as fighting for God…

They should be treated equally, and even if that's not possible, they should at least learn to respect, rather than deny, this form of existence.

Although we cannot fully comprehend the will of those people, perhaps it is as God said, "existence is its own justification"?

Those things were none of their concern; all they had to do was share God's burdens.

FFLA.....

"Lord, please give us your divine decree."

The heroic spirits knelt down at that moment.

The deities of the fairy tale universe were not to be outdone, and they cried out, "We are willing to fight for you! Please issue a divine decree to guide us forward! God!"

Not only the clergy, but they also saw the enormous commotion outside, the strange celestial phenomena caused by the falling night, and London engulfed in war:

The Lord deliberately brought them to this world; clearly, He has a plan. Is He going to bring them along to liberate this world again?

Whatever the choice, they will make it happen, with all their might! It is their honor to fight for their Lord!

At this moment, St. George couldn't help but grip his sword tighter, observing the members of the Thirteen Division battling the modern ghoul army on the ground.

Will their enemies this time be those ghouls?

Should we cooperate with the clergy of this world to vanquish those evil spirits?

Fighting alongside believers with such unwavering resolve would be a memorable and worthwhile experience.

However—

To St. George and the others' surprise, the next moment they saw the figure on the throne—"Lord"—slowly raise a hand.

Instantly, the entire Golden Demon City fell silent.

Then they saw Night's divine, awe-inspiring eyes silently surveying the world below, before uttering a startling statement: "No rush—let the flowers of evil bloom fully on this land first. When the time is right—when the River of Hell roars and plays its symphony in the mortal realm—I will send down the most suitable being to bestow upon these warriors their final trial!"

It was a trial, not a salvation! In an instant, it became clear that Ye didn't seem to intend to stop the slaughter below.

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Even the most fanatical Saint Joseph was stunned by his own conservatism; he too had initially believed that God had brought them to cleanse the earth.

And now—after realizing what had happened, he exclaimed fanatically, "Instead of stopping it, are we going to let the human world continue to degenerate into hell?!...Truly, you are something else!"

Black Jeanne's eyes lit up: "Huh??? You mean let the war break out completely, and make it even more chaotic? My Demon King! This is really interesting!"

Since serving as the mouth double for the Night during the last battle against the Holy Mother, she has gradually come to understand the true nature of her own God—who is also the Demon King. The more she understands his true nature, the more she "loves" him!

At this moment, I'm even starting to look forward to it, and I have a vague feeling that there's going to be some new fun!

On the other side, even upon hearing such an absurd order, Joan of Arc and the other benevolent and lawful heroic spirits merely glanced worriedly at London, which had already fallen into the flames of war. They had no intention of disobeying God's command, and the next moment they all closed their eyes, pretending not to see it.