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His tone shifted abruptly, and he gritted his teeth: "But this is completely different, and I loathe it!"

He looked up at his once most prized disciple in the sky, who was now clearly intoxicated by desire and power.

Even though he had restrained himself and developed a sense of awe when miracles occurred before, he gradually became intoxicated by the war and by the self-constructed lie that God was on his side and had descended upon him for him. He actually believed it! He even deceived himself!

At this moment, he became even more manic, arrogant, and conceited than Maxwell had been during the war, and firmly believed that this was a war in which he would win by a hundred percent.

For Andersen, this was a betrayal of God and of his faith.

This betrayal will inevitably backfire and incur divine punishment at this moment, and may soon appear on the battlefield.

At this moment, facing the indiscriminate attack, even the Shadow Servants were inevitably affected. The already unruly Heroic Spirits were now filled with a chilling and murderous aura!

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Chapter Seventy-Two: Night: Who will be the first to discover "your" identity?

He believed Maxwell was "drunk"!

It's truly beyond redemption...

Andersen said coldly, "We Judas—as traitors—should have been used as instruments of violence. I was merely a knife to eliminate sinners; we were simply servants of God executing His wrath on earth. However—" Maxwell

You have abandoned serving my Lord!

The priest grew increasingly agitated: "The power to serve our Lord alone! That's right—Archbishop Maxwell?!"

When the priest's other disciples said they had just received orders from Maxwell to immediately escort Integula to headquarters, the other clergy immediately drew their guns and pointed them at Integula.

Andersen lowered his head, his glasses reflecting the shadows: "I'm very unhappy."

"This is not a matter of your personal feelings—Father Anderson!"

The disciple anxiously offered a reminder.

However, he was met with the priest's angry and ferocious expression, a fierce glare, and a suddenly raised voice: "I'm very unhappy!"

Using miracles to project an image, treating the authority of God as if it were their own, this blasphemy has long surpassed the simple desire for power in the original world!

If it weren't for the need to cleanse the earth of its filth, he would have already taken the step of upholding justice and personally punished his once most beloved and trusted disciple.

"Other tasks are unimportant—only by immediately annihilating all the ghouls here can we atone for our dereliction of duty and offer sincere repentance to God!"

After speaking, Andersen ignored his disciples and continued charging into the final...

A large army of ghouls clashed and killed each other.

At this moment, the disciples were also stunned, remembering that they had the same guess as the priest.

That's right!

Even they were almost led astray by the archbishop.

Such a miracle did not seem to be a response to the archbishop, but rather a manifestation of divine wrath! It was like a sign of the coming of the Book of Revelation.

Such an apocalyptic scene, such a day of wrath—the Archbishop was wrong—!!

Now they even dare to presume to exercise authority in place of God.

If God had not descended, it would be acceptable for someone to act on God's behalf on earth and exercise God's authority and violence. However, if God has already descended and someone still oversteps God's authority to exercise this right without questioning or praying for guidance, then that is transgression.

The main point is blasphemy.

With a determined look, Sister Yumie, wielding a katana, declared, "I'll listen to the priest! I trust Father Anderson!"

This inspired the other disciples, who, after a moment's hesitation, all chose to join in, ignoring the new archbishop's orders and throwing themselves wholeheartedly into the battle against the ghouls.

They may not understand the power struggles of important figures, but surely they can purify filth and vanquish monsters?

This is simply their job! As the priest said, they only need to be a pure knife.

However—

Even the most outstanding disciples of the thirteen departments, the elite disciples brought by Andersen, could only wipe out a drop in the ocean against the massive army of undead.

Individual strength, before reaching a certain level, is insignificant in such a large-scale war and can hardly play a decisive role.

Especially these ghouls, who were originally well-trained elite German troops, had already devoured the flesh and blood of many Londoners. Having witnessed the ferocity of monsters with large amounts of blood, the power boost they received was far greater than that of the ravenous wolves that had previously been eating vegetables.

Even someone as powerful as Father Anderson, a human at the pinnacle of combat strength capable of unleashing unparalleled power, was battered and bruised when facing the overwhelming onslaught of undead creatures, and even when he later fought Alucard's army of the Dead in a one-on-one battle. Just getting close to Alucard left him a bloody mess, his bones and flesh torn apart. Alucard, on the other hand, simply leaped back and created distance again, allowing him to look down from above and watch as Anderson was once again surrounded by the countless undead.

At this moment, facing the final force, although he had the help of his disciples and the strength of the final force, it was clearly not as terrifying as Alucard's River of Death, and Andersen could still handle it with ease... but no matter how he killed, it seemed like there were endless enemies.

Anderson, this physical monster, can still keep going, but the other disciples are already starting to feel the strain and the pressure is increasing.

In the sky, the ominous war melody kept resounding, igniting the ferocity and inner flames of everyone on the battlefield, especially the "monsters"—which allowed the final force to display extraordinary combat power.

The elite Thirteen Divisions were originally scheduled to suffer significant casualties only during the campaign against Acorno's Dead River.

At this moment, clergy members were already being injured. In the midst of the fighting, someone was bitten on the arm by a ghoul and unable to break free. He roared "Amen!" and ignited the bomb on his body, sacrificing himself heroically!

The priest and the other survivors were enraged, shouting "Amen!" as they continued to fight! But the casualties did not disappear because of their change of mood.

The sky seemed shrouded in a blood-red haze.

Until one by one!

Suddenly—a heart-pounding feeling surged through the hearts of Father Anderson, Sister Yumie, and the others who were engaged in fierce combat.

Danger!!

A strong sense of danger surged through me—an intuition that seemed to pierce my scalp.

The next moment, seemingly in an instant, the world suddenly turned a bright red.

"Get out of the way!"

Andersen roared in anger, then suddenly dodged.

At that very moment, *splatter splatter splatter splatter splatter*!!!

Countless spiked stakes suddenly rose from the earth, piercing through both German soldiers and Papal knights, and finally hanging in the sky.

Flesh and blood were pierced through, and a large amount of blood spurted out like a fountain.

Only a second? Two seconds?

The entire battlefield—London—was emptied out in an instant, centered on the broken Tower of London, as viewed from the sky.

The conspicuous, large gap caused Archbishop Maxwell, who was in a frenzy on the horizon, to abruptly stop speaking, as if a duck had been choked.

"What?!!!

What, what, what, what?!

Something terrible has happened! What just happened?

Right under the noses of countless people.

The cacophony of gunfire in London, the fanatical devotion of the gods, and the frenzied roars of the demons resurrected from hell—all these sounds, so lively just moments before, vanished abruptly with the appearance of the countless spiked stakes.

Because of this sudden change on the battlefield—!!

Then one by one

Upon seeing this, Andersen and the others, who were already drenched in cold sweat after surviving, suddenly raised their heads and looked in the same direction.

That terrifying scene, surrounded by countless piercing rainforest shrubs at its center, seemed like a replay of history.

Standing atop the broken tower, a solitary figure in a black coat billows in the wind.

Upon witnessing this scene in the Golden Demon City, Yi Ye smiled faintly: "It has begun."

He eagerly awaited the answer: who would be the first to discover Vlad III's true identity?

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Chapter 73 YG people feel like they've seen a ghost; the French saint has been resurrected to protect us, their enemies?

Even heroic spirits would not sit idly by and wait to die under the indiscriminate attacks of the church.

Let alone servants of God, even if everyone before us were his followers, His Majesty is now appearing in the world as humanity's final trial.

Since it is a trial, its natural target also includes the church.

Everyone! The order given by Night was that no living being could be killed.

Even if he dies in this hellish war, he will gather the souls of the dead and give them a new life in the universe of concepts.

Therefore—

Knowing these conditions, the heroic spirits could kill with complete impunity.

Anyway, dying would just be helping these guys start their lives anew.

For believers, that means going to "heaven" after death!

If they knew the truth, perhaps these fanatical knights who launched the holy war would be unable to resist willingly sacrificing themselves.

So one by one

Without hesitation, Vlad III unleashed his Noble Phantasm in a massive, indiscriminate attack, unleashing his full power on the battlefield below!

A perfect "home-field combat bonus," and a perfect area for unleashing Noble Phantasms.

For a hero like him who excels at area-of-effect (AoE) attacks, being able to unleash his ultimate skill at will without worrying about accidentally harming teammates is an incredibly convenient and exhilarating experience.

However, such unconventional behavior and frenzied killing attracted the attention of almost everyone nearby.

Maxwell in the sky was furious, Father Andersen's mood became incredibly somber, and even the major conducting the "war symphony" above paused for a moment.

"The Piercing Rainforest"—!

This scene, this method of attacking and killing enemies, is all too familiar.

Especially those beings who see Alucard as their nemesis.

In a daze, both Andersen and the Major almost thought that Alucard had finally arrived when they saw that figure on the broken tower!

Especially that familiar, graceful figure.

However, black and red are completely different colors, and pale blonde hair and black hair are even more distinct colors.

In particular, the appearance of shadow followers is already somewhat obscured, and unless they actively expose themselves, they all have a certain effect of concealing their identity.