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After a moment of surprise, he suddenly stepped over his subordinates who stood guard around him like a towering building, pushed through the crowd, and stood at the highest point, looking up at the sky above London in astonishment.

"!!!"

He almost uttered a curse word, something like "woc," but before he could, he swallowed hard, swallowing his saliva. He tried to say something, but forced the sound back down his throat.

What is that?!

Maxwell's expression suddenly contorted, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes.

Although he kept saying he was fighting for God, even wanting to carry out divine punishment on God's behalf, damn it—nobody had ever told him that God would actually perform a miracle this time! Although he had some faith, it wasn't much—he was mostly acting in his own self-interest. How could Maxwell, driven by power and greed, not panic when he saw this miraculous scene?

Arrogant and conceited, he completely underestimated the enemies he would be facing this time.

Whether it's the so-called final force or the arch-rival Accardo, no matter how monstrous they are, they are still just one person. Defeating these guys and taking England back to Europe was a plan that could have proceeded steadily, but now such an astonishing change has suddenly occurred.

A plan that is foolproof—it needs no changes! And it doesn't need any sudden miracles!

But even Maxwell, a mere mortal, trembled at the sight of the immense natural disaster that filled him with a profound sense of powerlessness and despair, despite commanding thousands of elite, baptized Papal troops and countless armed helicopters and hot air balloons, ready to launch an aerial battle!

If it were truly a reenactment of the events described in Revelation, what use would a force of several thousand men and their firearms be? Thrown into that immense natural disaster, they would likely make no difference, barely even causing a ripple.

At this moment!!

The AMEN sounds also stopped abruptly, and suddenly everything fell silent. All the members of the Knights stared wide-eyed at the horizon in disbelief.

Maxwell took a deep breath, trying to remain calm: "Don't panic! This is proof that God has responded to us. Even God couldn't stand it anymore and punished these heretics! God has descended! The Lord has answered us; the Lord is with us!"

I kept telling myself to stay calm!

At least it was my own great-father who appeared, not some other ghost or demon. Isn't that exciting news? After thinking about it this way, I became calmer and calmer, and even started to think positively about it!

In such a miraculous turn of events, his appointment as the new archbishop seemed almost like a divine revelation!

That's right!!!!

Maxwell's eyes lit up; he became excited.

The phrase "The Lord is with us!" ignited a fervent faith within the entire church knightly army below.

"AMEN!!AMEN!!AMEN!!!!"

The resounding Amen echoed through the night once more! Instantly, the knights, already brimming with confidence and high spirits for the upcoming holy war, became even more fervent and full of faith.

That's faith shining!

At this moment, having received a response from "the Lord," they felt as if they were omnipotent!

Even when his subordinates reported that Alucard had returned alone aboard the Din aircraft carrier, he showed no fear.

This time—not only Maxwell, but even his army began to swell with arrogance.

???Alucard?

The original vampire progenitor? Dracula?

On the day God has performed miracles, nothing matters!

Meanwhile, inside London—on a certain airship, the last side in this final battle also witnessed the miracle, but only the major remained the most composed. After a brief moment of stunned silence, he suddenly smiled and exclaimed in amazement.

Upon noticing on the map that the Church's army was also heading towards London from the air and that Alucard was arriving from the sea, he became even more excited, as the "force" most likely to be targeted by this miracle. He calmly continued to send out all the remaining troops under his general Thorin.

After all, YiYi didn't intend to return alive after this arrival. As long as he could kill Alucard, even if it meant sacrificing all his troops, it would be a victory for him.

For this reason

A god has descended?! So what?

If, before dying, one could catch a glimpse of the so-called true form of God, or even fool the so-called deity and show him the art he had meticulously prepared, then this would be hell on earth!

That would be absolutely wonderful.

So the major, who was not even afraid of death, didn't care about such things at all.

Just as the fat man's glasses were reflecting light as he grinned and revealed a maniacal smile, he suddenly sensed that the space around him seemed to have changed.

Although still in his command center, it began to feel as important as other spaces. The original space became illusory, while the newly appeared illusory space became real.

It's as if two dimensions overlap, making it hard to distinguish reality; at this moment, it feels like being in the grand hall of some golden demon city.

Such a vast and empty hall, so desolate—he is all alone here.

Major: ?

What... what is this?

68

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Fate of Humanity Must Be Overthrown; Only Humanity Itself Can Destroy It.

The major's pupils contracted slightly.

"It feels like being in a dream."

It was as if the previously empty room had suddenly been filled with many people, yet they had entered a much larger and more spacious palace.

He saw one by one:

Warriors with a divine aura and an unparalleled presence, holy maidens, and angels forming armies of nations surround a throne.

Under one of them?!

Immediately, the descriptions from the Bible flooded my mind.

"xxxx is the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords: His word is law, and his commands are immediately effective."

That was the might of the lord of all armies!

god?!

What you think will inevitably be known to him, and what you desire will inevitably be seen through to him. If it were before the One in the Bible, it would be impossible to hide such a thing.

Even so—

The major quickly forced himself to calm down.

It doesn't matter anymore. No matter how omnipotent or powerful God's power is, or how much it makes me feel insignificant, it cannot stop my supreme human heart.

That's right—humanity is supreme!

The major is a typical human supremacist, that is, he is proud of the fact that he is human.

In order to maintain their pure human identity, they were willing to give up even the identity of an immortal vampire, choosing a path completely different from Alucard's in history.

He scorned those "weak monsters" and considered defeating Alucard his ultimate goal, determined to prove that humans were superior to such fragile monsters.

The so-called revenge against England was less about eliminating the enemy country and reclaiming the name of the empire!

Rather, he was fully aware of the difficulty from the very beginning, and it didn't matter if he failed completely.

He simply reveled in this hellish war he had started, killing everyone regardless of gender, whether they were pierced by spikes, burned by flames, beheaded, or had their hearts pierced; whether they were the weak elderly or the crying infants—he showed no distinction and killed all living beings!

And Arcado, whom they would defeat even if it meant annihilating the entire army.

Whether it's the church or the main force, all the forces in this world seem to have a morbid obsession with defeating Alucard.

And in the end, only a pure monster can defeat such a monster!

At the very least, they must be a "monster" in spirit, possessing a heart as powerful as a monster's.

They don't fixate on the final outcome, but rather thoroughly enjoy the "process." As long as they win—even a brutal victory—it's still a win.

Just then, in the empty golden demon city, the major seemed to hear...

Countless cries of agony... came from the floor beneath their feet.

On the bright, reflective ground, a single moment of mental disorientation led to a terrifying scene.

Countless bright red skulls were crammed together, making the once vast temple feel incredibly crowded.

That scene, more terrifying than hell itself, made one momentarily wonder—"This sacred palace, no… this demonic palace, how many souls has it devoured? Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions? Or even more?"

To the naked eye, it's a dense, horrifying sight that would only send chills down your spine.

Even the major who composed the Song of Hell couldn't help but tremble with excitement at the sight before him, overwhelmed by God's "masterpiece" and momentarily dazzled to the point of losing his senses.

"That's really something!"

The major couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Spalasi, Spalasi!

His lips curled into a wild smile—God?!

But it seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

But it makes sense.

Instead of hypocritically hiding its true nature, it so clearly and vividly displays the ultimate violence that is merely mentioned briefly as background in mythology.

This is truly the "best hell ever"!

If it were an ordinary person, they would be terrified at this moment, fearing that they would become one of those pitiful "people" under their feet.

But the major was different. Like everyone in the last battalion, he longed for hell—he was even willing to throw himself into the embrace of such a world, so how could he be afraid?

Such a terrifying mental state was nothing out of the ordinary for him and his large army. As the supreme spiritual leader of this army, he possessed an incredibly stable mental state that would not be eroded by such things.

However, there were still some shocks! Not only were there some, but they were also quite massive.

In just a moment, the major became so infatuated with her that he even surpassed his beloved Accardo.

At this moment, in the temple one by one

Countless eyes, some indifferent, some aloof, some calm, some serious, gazed in this direction.

The gaze of the heroes, the gaze of the angels, the gaze of the saints.

They looked at this being who had suddenly entered their world, entered the realm of the gods—"human beings?"

Being watched by so many powerful gazes, even the endless wails of the dead seemed to disappear, and the major's attention was not drawn to them.

Finally, he looked at the figure on the seat—still indistinct, as if separated by a vast distance, a distant reality that he, in his current mortal body, could not yet perceive.

Just as he was about to speak, it was as if his thoughts intersected with hers in an instant, and he gained everything he wanted to know.

The enormous, awe-inspiring presence that appeared before me—was it a god?