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The source of the blood river was constantly expanding, forming a huge wave that covered the sky and the sun. In the wave, countless human figures were densely packed, and everyone was bleeding from all seven orifices, groaning in creepy pain.

"Wow~"

A huge wave crashed down from the sky, and distorted figures showed various expressions. Van Helsing, who had been standing on the ground, finally moved.

He opened his hands, raised them high, with his palms facing outwards and the backs of his hands facing inwards, as if embracing the sun.

As this movement occurred, the black air that had been calm suddenly boiled over, flipped over and reorganized, forming a huge and terrifying evil ghost face.

The evil ghost was made of black gas, and its facial features were blurred. One could only barely make out its protruding fangs and the huge horns that bent behind its head.

Under the sky, dark red waves crashed down mercilessly, and above the ground, dark evil spirits rushed up silently.

"boom!"

The two collided, and a dazzling white light burst out at the intersection!

Chapter 107: Angel

The river of blood was raging, and the army that was originally at the front as the vanguard now had only fear and screams.

The dead in the dark blood river are pulling at the living, as if expressing a painful message: come and stay with us.

"fire!!!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"boom!"

Even with the strongest artillery fire, only a portion of the blood river could be destroyed, but this portion of the blood river was quickly replenished.

The dead bodies in the river of blood seemed endless. As one batch was blown up, another batch would rush up.

Seeing that their attacks had no effect at all, many people holding weapons collapsed directly, threw down their weapons in despair, and fled backwards.

But how could the densely packed troops behind allow those who wanted to escape to do so? The armored vehicles and troops behind completely blocked any escape routes.

The only way to leave here is for the last row to start retreating, and then the whole army to move as they came.

After knowing that they could not escape, some of the people at the front collapsed in despair and committed suicide. Compared to blending into the river of blood and becoming one of the endlessly rising and falling dead, suicide was also a relief.

But some people were even more hysterical. They picked up their weapons and shot at their teammates frantically, as if they wanted to take some people with them before they died. They must not be the only ones going to hell.

But these people are often concentrated fire after only firing a few shots, and are completely beaten into a pile of minced meat, with not even a complete body left.

Despair was spreading. Between death and fear, the once elite army had completely changed. Even death in war would not be like this. This was the despair of being unable to resist supernatural forces.

"Report...I...I think we should retreat."

The army leader who was standing in the middle of the entire army team said to the commander-in-chief in a trembling voice that he regretted very much at this moment why he chose to join the army. If he had joined the air force, there would have been no danger at all.

Indeed, the fighter planes in the sky were pouring their firepower with all their might. If a blood river wave was coming, they would be out of danger with a single acceleration.

And as long as they wanted, their air force could leave together, there was no hope of being blocked by the army!

There was no sound coming from the intercom. The army leader knew that the commander-in-chief must have heard it, and there was no way he would leave the command room under such circumstances.

After a long moment, as if with a sigh or determination, the commander-in-chief said only one word.

"Leave!"

When the army leader heard this word, despair emerged in his heart, and he answered with a somewhat sad tone, "I understand."

Looking at the river of blood swallowing up the army in front, the army leader could only pray that the people in front could block the river of blood with their corpses, or that the blood river could leave on its own after it was satisfied with the swallowing.

The weapons of war that they were so proud of were completely useless in the face of the supernatural. Even using corpses to block the river of blood was just a simple delusion.

The blood river will devour the corpses and pull them into the boundless blood river hell.

"God! Save us!"

The army leader sat in his car, held the cross hanging on his chest with both hands, pressed his forehead against it, and began to pray to his Holy Spirit.

This scene was seen by the adjutant beside the team leader, who gradually collapsed internally. Even his own team leader began to pray to the illusory Holy Spirit.

When things can no longer turn around, when people fall into despair and have no hope, they will look for something to rely on and pray for a miracle to happen, but often, miracles are impossible to happen!

This scene of praying to the Holy Spirit was not only happening here. In front, there were rows of people kneeling down, clasping their hands against their foreheads, reciting the Bible, and praying to the Holy Spirit.

Their efforts were in vain, guns and artillery were useless, no, there was one use, and that was suicide in despair.

But most people do not have the courage. They do not want to experience suicide or being swallowed by a river of blood. They want to escape from here, but the densely packed army behind them blocks their way out.

The army that was originally meant to demonstrate strength now became an obstacle to their escape.

With no other options, the soldiers were the first to kneel down and pray, and this scene spread like a virus.

The sound of thumping was heard, which was the sound of kneeling, and the sound of trembling recitation was heard, which was the sound of prayer.

Pray for the Holy Spirit, pray for a miracle.

They were helpless. Death and despair, wailing and prayers merged into a strange force, until Dracula and Van Helsing collided with each other!

"Dang~"

Just like the ringing of a bell in the early morning, an ethereal and pleasant sound rang out.

A white light lit up from the intersection of Dracula and Van Helsing.

A white wave swept across the battlefield along with the sound of the bell. Wherever it passed, the blood river melted and the black air dissipated.

A beam of white light lit up from the large cross at the foot of the castle hill. As a landscape, almost everyone has visited this large cross.

But no one noticed the peculiarity of this large cross, and they all believed that it was just an ordinary landscape.

"God..."

“Did you hear our prayers?”

"Miracle! This miracle!"

The white waves swept across the army ravaged by the blood river, across the crowd kneeling on the ground praying, and across the towns in the distance!

Until it became a thin white line and disappeared into the distance.

The beam of light grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the place like daylight, lighting up the desperate crowd and dispelling anxiety and fear.

At this moment, the army leader who was praying with his head bowed had already burst into tears, and his hands, which were tightly holding the cross, were shaking constantly.

“Ah~ Holy Spirit, thank you for your love, thank you for loving the world!”

As the adjutant of the non-believer, he was so shocked by this scene that he trembled all over. It turned out that the Holy Spirit really existed...

Even worse than here are the front ranks of the army, as they are the victims of the river of blood, not to mention they have dead teammates for comparison.

After facing teammates who died by suicide or being swallowed by a river of blood, they prayed to the Holy Spirit, and... a miracle happened!

They... survived!

“Woohoo…Thank the Holy Spirit!”

“I survived!!”

Many people who kneel to pray simply open their hands and lie on the ground to show their piety.

Tears mixed with blood flowed down his face, and the mud on the ground was stained on his face, but his eyes were extremely bright.

His eyes were filled with tears as he stared at the increasingly bright white light column. Even though his tears were flowing like a fountain, he was unwilling to look away.

Until... the beam of light shrank inward, but its brilliance did not diminish at all, and was even brighter.

Many people endured the blinding white light, wanting to witness with their own eyes the existence that could save them and others.

The beam of light eventually dissipated, and the scattered light became soft, as soft as white sunlight, and this light was not dazzling.

"Shu~"

The sound of a pair of wings opening was heard, and a pair of wings with a wingspan of more than twenty meters spread out.

One wing is white, emitting a soft white light, and the light flows on it.

One wing was black, deep and dark, absorbing the remaining black air and blood river.

In the middle of the two wings, there is a humanoid luminous body whose shape and face cannot be seen clearly, but there is also a black aura swirling around it.

The black airflow and the white airflow flow around each other, intersecting and merging on the white luminous body that resembles a body, but then separate because they cannot merge.

When the figure was fully revealed, Dracula and Van Helsing, who were blocked and separated, were both stunned, as if they could not expect that He would come to the human world!

"Angel of Power!"

Chapter 108 A Dreamlike Reality

"Ahhh...that's an angel!"

"Can we also look directly at angels? Creatures of the Holy Spirit, messengers of the Holy Spirit..."

"Miracle!!!"

Boundless white light was spread, and those who were illuminated did not change, and those who were injured were not healed.

This soft light seems to have the ability to clear the river of blood and cleanse the darkness.

Although the arrival of the angel only removed the river of blood and did not take any other action, the people holding weapons below still knelt on the ground devoutly to show their piety.

"Evangelion? Who is that?"

Even though he accepted the existence of the Holy Spirit and angels, the adjutant, as an unbeliever, was still confused. He had not read the Old Testament and did not understand what the title of Archangel meant.

To him, anyone with glowing white wings can be called an angel. Of course, they have to be handsome men and beautiful women.

After all, he had only known about angels from TV dramas and movies, and had never known about real angels.

"Why are this angel's wings half black and half white? Aren't angels supposed to be pure white? And they're so huge!"

The army leader, who was already in tears, wiped away the tears from his eyes and said in a trembling voice: "Because... He is an archangel, so His posture should be like this!"

Are you putting it here?

The adjutant wanted to complain when he heard the answer, but in such a solemn situation, he would not be so tactless as to make such a clever remark.

"Leader, which angel is Exia?"

"Powers, Deunamis, Potentiaties, also known as authorities, are the orderly nature of the authority of heaven and reason. According to legend, they are the first angels created by the Holy Spirit and the vanguard of heaven in the battle against the devil."

"They are the guards of the heavenly border, guarding against the invasion of demons, and protecting the balance of people's hearts."

"The Lord of the Angels, who is both good and evil, appears alternately as an angel of light and a fallen angel."

"And this is the great Lord of the Angels!!!"

The leader looked fanatical. He was a Christian and was naturally familiar with the Old Testament. He had a certain understanding of all the angels.

While the army leader was explaining, the Archangel outside took action again.

At this moment, the Archangel was suspended above the large cross, with its black and white wings trembling slightly. Although the large cross was smaller than its body size, it looked like a small cross necklace hanging around its neck.

Dracula and Van Helsing were illuminated by soft light, and bloody and black mists were continuously coming out of their bodies.

Originally, both sides had used their last tricks and were about to decide the winner when the appearance of Archangel Exia interrupted their confrontation.

The soft glow dissolved their power, and now the power in them was being gradually absorbed.

Two mists of different colors were drawn together by the black wings of Archangel and merged into the black wings.

"Damn it, why would an angel appear here?"

Dracula, with blood mist coming out of his mouth, said viciously. His River of Death didn't even last for a few seconds before it was completely melted away.

If the real person was here, at least it wouldn't be so embarrassing!

"I didn't expect that the angel would pick me up in the end. Dracula, it looks like this battle is a draw!"

Van Helsing used the black air to pull his discarded hat over, put it on his head and said to Dracula.

The black energy on his body was thicker and deeper than Dracula's blood energy. Even in the black energy, his face was blurred!

"Hehe, if there were no angels to mess things up, I would definitely be the winner!"

Hearing this, Van Helsing just shook his head with amusement and said nothing more.

They didn't try to escape. After all, they were just incarnations now. Although the Archangel was not their real body, it was still much stronger than them.

Moreover, there is an attribute restraint between them and the angels. They are dark creatures, but now it is as bright as day, and the divine light is also eroding their dark power.