Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

This is precisely because they have enough trust in the night.

It was not addressed to God, but to the night.

As the heroic spirits gradually came to understand their ways, they realized that... even if God wanted them to do evil, there must be a reason behind it, just as the existence of "absolute evil" itself symbolizes bearing evil to practice good.

They only need to carry out every command of this "god" who holds such beliefs.

This is how much we trust this person!

It doesn't matter if God doesn't want to explain to them; if God were to explain in person, they would feel flattered!

From their perspective, they could never glimpse the pinnacle of wisdom and omnipotence. If they disrupted God's plan and hindered God's true redemption of mankind because of their own "doubt," that would be sinful.

Therefore, at this moment, there was no scene of anyone standing up to question God's decision.

Meanwhile, on the other side, not long ago, the strongest being in this world, and also the absolute protagonist, was Alucard, who was originally drawn back by countless "spirits" in London and was sailing back to this world.

Gazing upon the continuation of the dream, "Forward—!! Towards the battlefield!"

Suddenly, she opened her bright red eyes, as beautiful as the setting sun!

So excited, so thrilled! He was thrilled about the long-awaited battle that was about to begin! This was happening to him just a second ago.

However—

Just as they witnessed the strange changes in the sky, seeing a scene reminiscent of the biblical account of God's imminent descent.

The millions of souls within him seemed to have been doused with cold water at the same time, their passion extinguished by this sudden, unexpected, and astonishing sight.

Accardo stared at the sky, letting the salt that stings blood and soul drip into his eyes without reacting. Suddenly, his body stiffened, and he froze, lost in thought for a long time.

His eyes, which were usually deep and dark, now seemed to have a bright gleam, as if someone who had finally woken up from a nightmare had regained their radiance.

Gritting his teeth, incredulous, his voice trembling, he cried out, "That—that is—!"

"God"!!!

66

Chapter Sixty-Six: More Foul Than Frog Urine, Breaking Through Defenses—YG Guys Don't Even Deserve It!

In that instant, it felt like a dream of the distant past, back to... that day when the sun was setting! Back to the day on the guillotine!

..................Silence, silence, as if the roar of a million souls within the body had vanished. The will of the soul, which had gradually gone mad from consuming countless souls over a long period and had even begun to lose its self-awareness, had completely awakened. It was as if it had returned to its initial state of being full of hope, pure, and a single "self."

The world around me suddenly fell silent, and even the raging floods and the chaotic salt snowstorms that enveloped me could not affect my sharing.

But after he realized what was happening, he pursed his lips slightly, then bit his lower lip hard, revealing a face like that of a small animal that had suffered a great injustice and shame: "!"

It was as if he had seen "dog shit!!!" and felt deeply disgusted, as if he had eaten frog urine, revealing an expression of childlike innocence that he could not suppress.

At that moment, he felt as if he were witnessing Andersen, the human hero of his time who could defeat him, charging towards him.

Just as he was about to fulfill his wish, transforming into a "blade of admiration," revealing the human potential he loved, piercing through his own chest.

The other party, however, pulled out the Spear of Longinus—Helena's Holy Nail—from his robes and shot himself in the heart, abandoning his human identity and transforming into an equally abhorrent "monster." This is a story filled with drama, irony, and curses.

The tragedy of the curse unfolded as usual.

Dog shit!!!

Dog shit, dog shit!!!

How could this happen? How could this happen? Impossible! Could it really be a continuation of a dream, and I haven't fully woken up yet? What continuation of a dream?

It's like a nightmare come true!!

"god?"

This former shield of Christianity, God's most faithful believer and defender, now felt as if ants were crawling all over his body, gnawing at his bones and burning his heart!

"God will not descend...!!"

Accardo murmured these words.

This was the most terrifying nightmare I've ever had!

But then God descended again!

The contradictory scene before him almost brought his thoughts to a standstill.

The next moment, Uncle A suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He suddenly lost interest in the impending battle of the century in London, and instead fixed his gaze on the unusual erratic behavior in the sky.

"This is one."

"What a sad, infuriating, and utterly disgusting sight! Just seeing this scene makes me furious!"

What made him feel even more ashamed was that for a moment, the scene before him seemed to evoke a feeling of being transported back to his days as a human being.

Because of the humiliation and persecution he suffered in his childhood, he was ultimately forced to lick blood and curse the gods, which turned him into a weak "monster"—this has always been the most painful thing in Alucard's heart.

And now—the response he himself had sought his entire life as a human being, a response he had never received—was being bestowed upon these British people…?

"How could mere Britain possibly deserve such treatment..."

Accardo's defenses have been breached!

He gritted his teeth—truly gritted his teeth!! Even when his body was torn to pieces by the enemy, he remained unmoved; even when riddled with bullets, he could still let out a deadly laugh amidst the blood, mocking life with abandon.

But this time, unlike mere physical pain, there were things more terrifying than death.

As long as a person is alive in this world, there will always be things they care about, even the True Ancestor, Alucard, who has long since lived to the point of not wanting to live anymore, is no exception!

It's like the goddess you desperately pursued and fawned over in your previous life never even glanced back at you, but now she's showing favor to others.

"Why?! Why???"

Does my Wallachia not deserve the miracles of God, the coming of the Gospel of God?

Even though he had almost forgotten, forgotten his time as king, forgotten "Walachia," and was now completely working for the British, the scene before him forced him to recall the past.

It was this intense impact that made him reflect and rediscover himself, as if he were awakening from a dazed state.

He admitted that he had never been able to forget the pain in his heart, and that deep down he still held onto the obsession with God's response.

"Will the gods descend if the earth is stained with blood?"

Are you kidding!!

Arcador recalled the past... Even after he had earned the title of Piercing Duke, God had never responded.

If enough blood could attract a god, then his life so far has been nothing more than a farcical clown show.

At this moment, he could no longer even let out the laughter that used to seem indifferent to everything.

He couldn't laugh, he simply couldn't laugh!! Even someone as strong as Uncle A was rendered speechless by this sudden, unexpected "surprise"... Meanwhile, on the other side...

On a hillside overlooking the sea, I awoke from a nap and removed the newspaper from my face.

The true leader of the Thirteenth Division of the Vatican—the Traitors—and also the most outstanding of Andersen's many disciples, unlike Andersen, who is the soul and spiritual pillar of the Thirteenth Division, is nominally the highest executor of this Church's operation.

A man who, from a young age, said, "I don't need friends, I don't need partners, and I don't need parents; I only live to become a big shot."

Enrico Maxwell is willing to stop at nothing to become "great," determined to become the strongest person that everyone will look up to.

When he heard from his subordinates that London had fallen and was engulfed in flames.

It was simply stated coldly—this was divine punishment; these idiots who dared to start heresies and were even smug about it—this was the consequence.

He had no interest in the last great force invading London; his only interest was in the Royal Knights of England wielding the Arcadio, who would annihilate both the most powerful blasphemous monsters and the Englishmen whom they defined as heretics!

Their goal this time was to reclaim England from the heretics and monsters. Even the major who started the war and the last battalion were nothing more than tools to wear down England's conquest.

After he's used them, he wouldn't mind eliminating them both!

The Vatican's mandate will be issued today.

He will become the youngest archbishop in the current church!

Praise be to God!

Following his teacher's instructions and with the Lord's majesty, he has gradually come to this point.

Sure enough, even the gods in heaven are watching over me and protecting me as I move forward!

Everything went so smoothly, everything was so perfect!! So beautiful!

67

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Want to See God? The Fatty Will Fulfill Your Wishes

When the Papacy's army appeared, perfectly aligned, dressed in pointed white robes and hats, their faces completely covered by cloth, each soldier holding a weapon.

"The entire 340-member Knights of the Courland Swordsmanship Order paid homage."

"The entire Order of the Knights of Calatocabanuye, consisting of 118 members, pays homage!"

"The entire Order of San Stefano and the Order of Tuscany, consisting of 257 members, pay homage!"

"The entire 2457 members of the Sovereign Order of Malta paid homage!"

When the four knightly orders, led by their respective leaders, knelt down in unison, bringing with them the Pope's decree and informing them of Bishop Maxwell's appointment as an archbishop!

War—!

The war waged for God is truly the most wonderful thing in the world.

It was the Ninth Crusade that gave him the opportunity to rise to the rank of archbishop.

At such a young age, he has already obtained the command of the whole.

As the four knights presented the robes—Maxwell grabbed the long, crimson and gold-embroidered cloth, a symbol of the archbishop's authority, and hung it around his neck—he cried out in a frenzy, "Amen!! Amen, I accept with all my heart and soul! Target: Dain! The City of Death—London! The fervent reconquest is launched!"

Then everyone shouted in unison, "AMEN!! AMEN!! AMEN!!"

This frenzied sound was interrupted by an astonishing noise from the horizon.

Rumble!!! When strange phenomena appeared in the sky, a salt blizzard and a great flood from Napishtim appeared simultaneously.

For those on the religious side, the astonishing and shocking scene was equally impactful!

Even Maxwell, who couldn't help but smirk wildly and was about to burst into laughter—this arrogant, newly appointed archbishop who had become so conceited and blinded by his immense power that he had forgotten his own worth—was startled by the astonishing anomaly in the sky and has now visibly restrained himself.