Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

"Ask me, and I will grant you kingdoms as your inheritance."

"To the ends of the earth, all things are yours."

"You must take an iron staff and smash them to pieces."

"You will shatter them like pottery."

"Your kings should wake up."

The tall figure chanted a prayer, holding three swords in each hand, and walked over step by step, his killing intent equally intense.

"The King's judges shall be disciplined, and shall serve your Lord with reverence..."

The more he read, the faster he went; the more he walked, the faster he went.

Maxwell felt a sense of foreboding from the intense killing intent!

He just wanted to show off and demonstrate their power.

We don't really want to start a full-scale war!

Especially in front of the "Holy Son"!

But Anderson clearly didn't want to pay attention to his former student. He stood in front of Alucard with a ferocious expression and raised his sword.

"Ignoring the enemy right in front of them, what kind of lscariot are they! What kind of Vatican are they!"

Accardo also got excited, pointing both guns at the other side.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and everyone on both sides held their breath.

—Click—

Just as the two were about to fight, a crisp sound of a cell phone shutter suddenly rang out.

The flash went off, and Mercury, sitting on the roof of the car, raised his phone as if he had found a treasure, admiring the famous scene he had just captured.

"Hooray! I successfully checked in!"

The murderous intent that had solidified into an almost bleeding atmosphere was shattered by the untimely shutter click.

Anderson's raised sword suddenly froze in mid-air, and the prayer abruptly stopped.

He turned his head sharply and stared intently at Mercury, who was swinging his legs on the roof of the car with a look of amusement on his face.

The overwhelming killing intent instantly vanished from Alucard and shifted...into the air.

Maxwell was taken aback at first, then overjoyed. He coughed twice, feigning authority, and placed his hand on Anderson's shoulder: "Anderson! Stop! What kind of behavior is this, resorting to violence in front of the Holy Son!"

If the fighting continues, his attempt to appear cool will turn into a full-blown battle between the Vatican and the Royal Order of Knights.

Alucard slowly lowered his twin pistols, glancing at Mercury on the roof of the car. "The atmosphere for a fight is gone now."

"I'll kill you next time we meet!" Anderson threatened, then turned and sat down next to her.

His eyes were scanning Mercury.

The "Holy Salt Maker" creates salt that has a powerful restraining effect on evil creatures.

In just one month, her fame spread throughout the Western Vatican, thanks to the deal involving the "Queen of Arms."

The Vatican made the biggest move, with the old Pope personally ordering that he be brought back to be the Son of God.

It is said to be the aura that the Vatican has been pursuing for thousands of years—pure, supreme, and inviolable.

But looking at it now, he saw little holiness, only a malice that made his heart feel heavy.

Maxwell, oblivious to all this, straightened his clothes and bowed deeply to Mercury at a ninety-degree angle, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Your subordinate Maxwell greets His Holiness the Holy Son!"

Mercury simply looked at him indifferently.

Even though he wasn't particularly sensitive to lies, he knew that the person in front of him was faking their excitement.

Forget all this nonsense about a holy son; let's get the interesting stuff out of them first.

"V50, let's see its capabilities."

"it is good."

Without hesitation, Maxwell ordered someone to retrieve $50.

In his mind, as long as he could firmly keep the Holy Son under the control of the Iscariot and the Vatican, he would succeed.

The Papacy will possess the power to sweep away all heresy and rule the entire dark world, and its position will be as secure as a rock.

"..."

"You're a real genius, damn it." Mercury gave a thumbs up as he saw the money being handed to him so quickly.

They gave it to me without hesitation, without any ambiguity.

That felt great!

Upon hearing this, Maxwell immediately raised his head, his tone extremely earnest and filled with utmost sincerity: "Your Holiness! The Vatican and the Iscariot have existed since their inception to serve you and protect you!"

The entire Holy See's divine power, all its resources, countless believers, and even our lives are all at your disposal!

"If you are willing to reside in the Vatican, we are willing to honor you and cleanse the world of all vampires, all heretics, and all defilement that disobeys the Lord's will!"

His tone was so sincere, as if the world had been built just for Mercury.

Accardo, standing to the side, whistled softly, leaned against the wall, and watched with great interest this absurd yet devout display of loyalty, his crimson eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Mercury casually tossed the heavy bag of US dollars to Sylvie, who was waiting beside him, and curled the corners of his mouth, seemingly lost in thought.

"It sounds wonderful—countless riches, believers, and power—but... I refuse."

At those casual words, Maxwell's face turned pale and then red, his ambition and panic churning within him. He quickly stepped forward, his tone becoming increasingly earnest.

"Your Holiness! You cannot do this! The divine aura emanating from you is a gift from the Lord, the only hope to cleanse the darkness!"

"As long as you stay, everything in the Vatican is at your disposal. Whatever you desire—money, power, treasures…we can find it for you!"

"so what?"

Mercury's gaze swept over Maxwell, who was pale-faced; Anderson, who was gritting his teeth; and Accardo, who was watching the show with great interest.

"Bullshit about purging heretics. I'm just here to watch the show and, incidentally, to take photos while you're fighting to the death."

Upon hearing this, Accardo finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Good! What a holy son!"

Maxwell stood frozen in place, his piety completely shattered into astonishment.

He had envisioned countless responses—submission, doubt, probing, ecstasy.

I never imagined that this legendary "salt maker" was only interested in watching the spectacle.

That being the case!

Then you can't blame him for using force!

All the respectful smile on Maxwell's face vanished instantly, replaced by icy hostility, and he snapped his fingers heavily.

The Iscariots, hidden in the museum, immediately sprang to life, dozens of gilded silver guns aimed at Mercury on the roof of the car.

"Your Holiness, you forced me to this." Maxwell slowly straightened up, his face devoid of any humility, only displaying the ruthlessness and greed of a politician. "The Lord's grace is not for you to squander!"