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Even the Lord approves of this kind of life. Following the Lord's path is definitely not wrong. Even if it is not a trial, even if he really dies after this battle, he will have no regrets.

“If it makes it work… then so be it.” With his last breath, Anderson used his remaining strength to control his tattered arm, wrapped in the Bible, and suddenly grabbed his disciple’s hand holding the nail, driving it through his own chest.

It failed!

At that moment, both Accardo and Vlad III sensed a sorrowful atmosphere in the air.

It is precisely because we respect such a human being and such a personality that we admire their personal charm even more after understanding them, and we feel even more sorry for them that they are about to give up their human identity.

Now that things have come to this point, and the atmosphere has reached this point... even if Vlad and the others had the ability to stop it, they wouldn't know whether they should.

This is the path he chose from his own heart!

but--

Sudden--

The space seemed to freeze for a moment, and in that instant, Anderson was stunned.

What just happened—!?

Suddenly, countless eyes in the room widened in shock, and anyone who had just turned their gaze toward Andersen seemed to have seen something.

Vlad III and Accardo, in particular, felt it most clearly because of their power.

Andrewson's hand, which was about to pierce his heart, was held down by a hand wearing a white glove.

Although it was just a fleeting, illusory scene.

But it seemed that in that instant, I felt a sacred, warm, and great yet not dazzling radiance, a radiance that seemed to contain omnipotent mystery and all the wisdom of this world.

“You can’t go to heaven by suicide, Father Andersen…” A faint chuckle seemed to echo in Andersen’s ears.

Andersen wasn't the only one to hear the sound; Accardo and Vlad seemed to hear it vaguely as well.

That was... the great and merciful... voice of the Lord!

There's no mistake, they just heard it not long ago!

The next moment, snap—the ivory-like nail suddenly shattered, followed by a burst of light that enveloped Andersen.

'Even without becoming a monster, one can perform divine miracles... Using the power of miracles and maintaining one's human identity are not contradictory.'

In ancient myths, there were many humans who received divine gifts and gained great power.

Among the most famous are the ten rings, which Solomon, the Magician King, received from God as divine wisdom.

The remains of King Solomon from the neighboring lunar world, under Goetia's manipulation, were used to create a great upheaval by burning down humanity, thanks to Goetia's omnipotent wisdom.

A miracle that transforms humanity, causing it to lose its essence and form, cannot be called a miracle at all.

Such low-class things can only appear in this kind of inferior world.

Night is not an evil god, and it has no inclination to turn people into monsters.

Secondly, those who disrespect God and attempt to taint His power will inevitably suffer a cursed fate, and it's quite normal for them to be transformed into monsters by that power. However, if the power is a blessing bestowed by God Himself, then of course there will be no hidden dangers. And Andersen deserved such a blessing from the night...

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Chapter Ninety-Three: Neither Day nor Night, Come On! Let Us—Kill the Enemy Upon Encounter!

A warrior who fights for God and is willing to give up everything for his faith.

A soul that gives you everything only needs to preserve its human nature in return.

Not to mention—Arcado's sorrowful plea was heard even by the night.

Even though Ye witnessed such pure and beautiful longing and will, it was worth it for him to step in and prevent the tragedy from happening.

To put it simply, Father Andersen was unhappy—unhappy, very unhappy!

Since this is a scene we don't want to see, let's change it.

For Ye, who has already ascended to godhood, no reason is needed; he can do whatever he wants... as long as the final scene brings him satisfaction, that is a good thing.

He doesn't need to care about anyone's thoughts or his expression.

Even if it's just about maintaining Andersen's human nature, it wouldn't matter if he personally took sides.

No one dares to question God's fairness, nor does He care...

At this moment, in the square—after the divine radiance dissipated, as if bathed in a rain of light, under the spiritual golden particles of light, Anderson's flesh and blood were fully restored—his regenerative abilities and physical attributes were greatly enhanced, and he also perfectly adapted to the power of Helena's Holy Nail.

Because the night only helped him perfectly integrate this power without changing his human genes, although he did not become a monster, the power he gained remained unchanged and was not strengthened.

That crown, forged from thorns, has now become something akin to a holy sword factor, a treasure, or a bounded field; it can be considered a kind of ability.

As a large number of thorns began to spread like armor, covering Andersen's body and helping him become stronger.

But people like Alucard and Vlad III, who were extremely sensitive to the distinction between monsters and humans, could clearly sense that Anderson was still human!

His soul contained nothing else.

A miracle—it really happened!!

So, what we saw before wasn't just an illusion after all?

Accardo was shocked: '!!!!'

Vlad III fell silent for a moment: '...............!!!' No, Lord—whose side are you on? Was it really you who just offered your help?

The ability to perfectly adapt to the power of the relic without being corrupted by it makes the combat power that can be exerted far more terrifying than a 'failed product' that turns into a monster.

It may seem like it's just retaining the essence of humanity, but hasn't it also made it stronger?

This favoritism is truly enviable!

Forget it—this is even better. Vlad III is determined to defeat such proud and pure warriors who still maintain their own honor!

style!

If he were to be defeated as a monster, it would become the usual trope of a hero vanquishing a monster. To eliminate a man like Andersen as a monster and nail him to the pillar of shame is simply not Vlad's style.

Even if such a 'monster' were destroyed, it would only make it feel sad and pathetic, and it wouldn't feel any joy at all.

Vlad III spoke in a deep voice, even with a hint of barely perceptible joy: "Give thanks to the Lord for your blessings, for that kind of thing... for the desire to defeat me, you've turned yourself into a monster. You... fool. Thank goodness a god stopped you."

At this moment, although Andersen had remained silent since regaining his senses, the shock within him was immense—in fact, he was even on the verge of tears: "Yes!! I really am a fool! How could someone as foolish as me deserve God's favor? I have no reason to lose, and I absolutely cannot lose. I will shatter your pathetic dreams without a shred of pity. It's a pity—it seems things won't go as you wish." Andersen's hoarse voice rang out, this time with a firmness stronger than ever before.

People could hear it!

That was the unwavering desire and determination to win, the overwhelming, storm-like excitement, and the fervent, devout heart yearning to respond to God's favor!

On the other side, Alucard also unconsciously touched his heart, and for some reason suddenly—hehe—haha, hahahahahahaha!!

He laughed, a sudden, unrestrained laugh, and murmured with his eyes slightly closed, "Not a monster, but one that retains the heart, body, and soul of a human, to drive the lingering fragrance of miracles! Humph, what an incredible sight!"

That is neither a monster nor a demon... It belongs neither to day nor to night... Monsters cannot kill monsters; they can only be defeated by more powerful humans.

We have understood this principle for a long time.

From mythology, from fairy tales, from stories.

And now—! Hope is right before our eyes! A true miracle is right before our eyes!

God has finally descended; God has finally brought His kingdom!

I can't hold back anymore, I can't hold back anymore, I can't hold back anymore!!!

Accardo suddenly roared to the heavens: "My master—! My master—Intgra Helsing!! Give me the order!! Give me the order!" His pupils snapped open, revealing a fierce and excited crimson light more intense than ever before, his ruby ​​eyes seeming to burn the entire city of London.

Now, immediately, right away...

If he doesn't unleash his true power soon, he might not even be qualified to participate in the war against those two.

This is absolutely intolerable.

The darkness before dawn is right before our eyes...

For hundreds of years, this long-cherished wish and desire has never been so close, and perhaps—the most perfect answer—will be brought to a close before dawn tonight.

the other side--

At this moment, on the other side of the distant battlefield, something seemed to be sensed.

The woman, Integula, suddenly raised her head.

Although we can't see the battle situation at the center, we don't know what's happening there right now.

But—finally, has it come to this?

Integula clenched his fists, then his tension subsided, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Even when facing the heroic spirits, the Vatican's army and the last detachment, she remained calm... Even though it seemed that all of England's forces had fallen, she was never worried.

Why?

There's only one reason!

As long as Accardo was still around, England never lost; in fact, they were still in their prime.

Her relationship with Alucard is like that of a magician and a heroic spirit. Alucard's strongest Noble Phantasm requires the power of a contract, such as a Command Spell, to be unsealed, and is usually restricted by himself.

So--

With a sudden wave of his hand—Indra issued a powerful command to the distant other side, finally preparing to unseal the final restrictive spell on the count: "My servant—Alucard the vampire! With your silver spear, dye the white-clad army crimson! With your black iron musket, dye the black-clad army crimson! Dye everything of the enemy crimson! Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!!"

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Chapter Ninety-Four: The River of Death, Hell Sings for It, Vlad: Have you swallowed everything else?

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

"Slaughter all the enemies! No one shall leave this island nation alive!" Integula issued his incredibly bloody and ruthless order.

She's been holding back for so long!

Now, I finally don't have to endure it anymore!

On the other side—having received an extremely satisfactory reply, Accardo finally revealed a satisfied smile.

"Command—confirmed. As you wish, my master."

No, he has only one master, and continuing to call him Master Intgra is merely a matter of contract and habitual naming conventions. He has also resolved to fight for God once more.