I have a restaurant in East Sakura

'pata'

The crisp footsteps landed in the basement room, and Akado showed a sigh.

The incomparably powerful magic power in his body was telling him that with just one dish, he had become stronger again.

Now it is even more difficult for him to find a human being who can kill him.

'But there might be one in that restaurant.'

Thoughts had already turned to the multi-world restaurant. In fact, Zhao Fuyu had reminded him that there would be a battle that would make him happy, so he took it to heart and didn't pay too much attention to it.

Because it's not enough just to be happy.

What he wanted was a guy like the original Van Helsing, someone who could crucify him completely.

And the sweat on his body was something that hadn't appeared in hundreds of years.

How do vampires sweat? Their blood is their life, so how can life evaporate the water in the circulating blood?

But this time when he tasted the dish, he really broke out in sweat.

This kind of feeling as if the whole body has been soaked in water, and the real skin feeling, has really been a long time gone.

Not to mention anything else, it's really good to go there and try the food.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous red light flickered, and at the next moment, the seal on the back of Akado's hand lit up, and he saw a surge of magic power, and his clothes took on a new look.

Then he dodged to the side of the person who summoned the seal.

It was a woman with a stern and even cruel appearance. Under the rimless glasses, there were pupils that were more resolute, indifferent, and more ruthless than a man's. Only when she saw Akado, the ice would slightly collide.

Long blond hair fluttering freely, a woman in a brown men's suit, sitting on a chair, was about to light a cigarette.

Akado, you came a little early today.

Are you awake so early?

I noticed that the Vampire King was wearing a red coat. You must know that in castles and manors, he doesn't usually wear a coat, but a set of pure black lining.

Ha, when you get old, you naturally sleep less.

Not without self-deprecating opening, Akado did not answer the woman's question.

Master, are you alive?

There must be only one reason for the descendant of Van Helsing in front of him to summon him, and there must be some garbage that can make him dispatch.

Integra Van Bronck Wingates Helsing, Master of the Order of the British Royal Church, head of the Hellsing family, member of the Round Table.

They are also the descendants of the legendary Vampire Hunter Van Helsing.

Because he competed with his uncle for the position of the head of Hellsing when he was young, he was forced to die by his uncle. Integula's uncle injured Integula, and Integula's blood splashed on Akado's body, thus awakening Akado.

But in Integula's uncle, Akado didn't feel the aura that could kill him, nor did he feel Van Helsing's spiritual will, so he killed him directly, and recognized Integula as his own generation Owner.

Since then, he has become the squad leader of the garbage disposal squad of the Royal Anglican Knights.

It specializes in solving various supernatural events, specifically the troubles caused by vampires!

If I didn't know that you were sleeping under the castle, I would have thought you were hungry and wandering around.

Integra lit a cigarette.

Then he said a joke with no expression on his face.

Go, get rid of all those guys in the dark, London can only be hellsing London!

He just ate a long-lost bowl of delicious food and was able to have another physical activity. Akado couldn't help showing a bit of excitement, and his gentle face elongated to reveal his sharp teeth.

Honor your orders.

Master!

Accompanied by Jie Jie's strange smile, Akado's figure disappeared in front of Integula's eyes in an instant.

However, this contemporary hellsing leader did not relax his brows because he released the strongest power of his subordinates, but instead had more doubts.

Akado has experienced too much, and he is also the king of vampires. If there are any secrets, Integula can understand, and she has no intention of exploring.

But London's vampire riots are so unusual.

She has not forgotten that it is now the era when gods and demons have disappeared, and the twilight of the gods is irreversible, except for a group of fanatics in the Vatican who are still trying to summon their Jehovah to come.

Myths in other places have been replaced by modern technology.

Even if there are participating vampires, they will not cause all kinds of troubles in a big city like London without interruption.

Usually, even if there are vampires that need them to deal with, most of them are in the suburbs, small towns, places far away from technological crowds.

After all, the flaws of vampires are very large. Once they are really exposed, they will definitely not be opponents of modern technology in the face of human encirclement and suppression.

'So... making moves so frequently. '

‘It seems to be attracting us to continuously release our combat power, and testing how many soldiers are available in London. '

'It's... big trouble. '

Stuffing out the cigarette in his hand, Integula quickly made a decision. After Akado returned, he immediately held a round table meeting that only nobles could participate in.

The current London can no longer stand another turmoil!

The afterglow of the empire has long shrouded this old woman who has been declining step by step since World War II.

Today, the new empire on the other side of the sea is still rising, the greedy polar bears are still showing their teeth and claws on the other side of Europe, and there is a brand new red country showing their rise.

There must never be any big problems in London again!

'Looks like more investigation is needed. '

Under the rimless glasses, Integula showed a resolute look, and then pressed the bell on the table.

Walter, please, I need to go out.

Soon, there was a faint sound of receiving orders from outside the door, and then an old British man wearing a gentleman's butler uniform and a single-rimmed glasses walked in.

Miss, where are you going?

I saw Integula supporting his chin with his fist, thinking for a moment.

Go to MI6.

I want to look for the intelligence files of the past few years.

Especially strangers coming into London.

Strangers who can be recorded by the British Intelligence Agency are naturally not simple people, but only these not simple guys can become the source of spreading these blood-sucking garbage.

His eyes flashed sharply, and the butler named Walter nodded and quickly arranged the vehicle.

At this time, Akado has followed a huge armored vehicle to a village ravaged by vampires.

In the church where prayers were originally held, there is now a piece of smelly blood mud all over the place.

Police cars surrounded the perimeter, and countless villagers were blocked not far from the church, with horrified expressions on their faces.

Only Akado's red coat stood out among these people.

And he also smelled the aroma of blood flowing in the air.

Looking up at the moonlight rising not far away, it seemed to be coated with a layer of red light.

The show is about to begin!

Under the astonished eyes of the policeman, Accado stepped on the cordon and walked slowly towards the church.

There were a large number of police officers, but none of them had the idea of ​​obstructing them.