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"You are the master of Akado, the descendant of Van Helsing in this world."

Van Helsing closed his torn clothes, subconsciously trying to maintain his image.

"Great-grandfather from another world? I didn't expect that the same person from different worlds would be so similar."

Intergula seemed a little uncomfortable, and he concealed his emotions by bending down to pick up the cigarette that had fallen to the ground.

Although he knew that there was a Van Helsing in another world, the difference between Accardo and Dracula made Intergula not take Van Helsing from another world seriously. Who would have thought that when they met, he found that Van Helsing from another world looked at least 70% like his own great-grandfather.

“Maybe it’s because we’re all characters derived from the same person.”

Integra was uncomfortable, and Van Helsing was even more uncomfortable. They tactfully turned their faces away and kept their distance without leaving a trace.

Van Helsing was also somewhat surprised by Integra's remarks. However, he already knew the origin of Van Helsing, which was Professor Abraham Van Helsing in the novel "Dracula". As a derivative character, it was normal for them to have similar appearances.

"What does it mean?"

Integula straightened up, frowned slightly, and asked in doubt.

"Didn't Acardo tell you? Then it's better for you not to know. This is not a big deal anyway."

Seeing Intergula asking the question, Van Helsing realized that he had let the cat out of the bag and changed his words perfunctorily.

"I will decide whether it matters or not," Intergula said in a deep voice, her strong character and thirst for knowledge overcoming her discomfort in facing Van Helsing.

After all, they are not the same person, and there is a gap of three generations and a world between them, so there is no family affection at all.

"But it's up to me to decide whether to tell you or not." Van Helsing's attitude was equally tough. Although it was not a truth that absolutely could not be told, if he were to explain it, it would involve many things and take too much time.

For a moment, the atmosphere between the two became cold. Although they were standing together, they seemed like old acquaintances. Their relationship was not hostile, but it was not very friendly either.

In fact, this is the tacit understanding between Van Helsing and Integra. They are not stupid people and have long realized the awkwardness of their relationship. Instead of maintaining a relationship that is not worthy of the name and affects the normal interactions of the three of them, it is better to simply cut off this relationship and change it into ordinary friends who are relatively unfamiliar. This is good for everyone.

At the same time, the last vampire soldier was also killed by Anderson.

The betrayers of Section 13 are using incendiary agents to burn the bodies of dead vampire soldiers.

However, Anderson did not put away his sword, but walked towards Van Helsing with great momentum.

“Hello, fellow believers, peace be with you in the Lord.”

Van Helsing sensed something was wrong and thought it was because he had just transformed into a werewolf, so he took the initiative to approach Anderson with a friendly smile.

"Emanuel."

Anderson paused, and although he was surprised, he did not forget to return the greeting to Van Helsing, but his eyes were still sharp as he looked at Van Helsing.

"Monsters also believe in God?" Yumiko looked at Van Helsing questioningly and asked bluntly.

"It's not that monsters believe in God, but that believers become monsters." Van Helsing nodded to Yumiko in a friendly manner and explained, "I am also a Catholic, and I became a monster to hunt vampires."

"You turned into a monster just to hunt monsters?" Anderson's sharp gaze softened a little, with less murderous intent in it.

He was prepared to transform into a monster in order to kill the monster. The tool that allowed him to transform was on his body at the moment.

Anderson then asked Van Helsing, "What's your name?"

"...I am Van Helsing, but please don't..."

Van Helsing hesitated for a moment before he spoke.

However, before he could finish his words, four musketeers stabbed at him mercilessly, easily piercing Van Helsing's body.

Chapter 100: The Death of Van Helsing

"you……"

Van Helsing stared at Anderson in astonishment, coughing up scarlet blood.

Four blunderbusses pierced his right shoulder, heart, and lungs, and bright blood flowed down the blades of the blunderbusses.

"What are you doing? Anderson! Do you want to go to war with us Hellsing?" Intergula's pupils shrank and he asked Anderson.

"Protestant heretics," Anderson drew his sword and pushed Van Helsing to the ground. He turned to look at Intergula and said coldly, "Don't say such ridiculous things. When facing enemies of the Church like you, I will ruthlessly annihilate you!"

Integula glared at Anderson: "Anderson!"

“Shut up!” Anderson glared at Integra fiercely, the murderous intent in his eyes was extremely terrifying, “I haven’t received the order to kill you, so you can live. But the traitor who betrayed the Church must die!”

"Betray..."

Integral's eye twitched, and he felt sorry for Van Helsing.

She already understood the reason why Anderson suddenly attacked. Van Helsing first claimed to be a Catholic, and then called himself Van Helsing. To those who didn't know, it seemed that the Catholics had joined the Helsing family, which touched Anderson's trigger point.

It was also her mistake, she should have told Van Helsing about their conflict with Catholicism.

There was no time to bother with Anderson. Intergula immediately squatted down to check Van Helsing's injuries.

"hateful!"

As expected, Van Helsing was killed by a sword piercing his heart, and there was no chance of rescue.

Intergula slammed his fist hard on the ground, his expression was extremely heavy and his eyes were full of anger.

Although she didn't know why Van Helsing appeared in her world, it was probably due to one of the following reasons. Now that Van Helsing was dead, how would Acardo deal with himself in the chat group?

"Intergula, you are now under our management until the Holy See issues a second order."

Heinkel put the gun to the back of Intergula's head and said coldly.

Integra stood up slowly, ignored Heinkel behind him, turned around and left with a sullen face.

"stop!"

Heinkel frowned, pressed his pistol against Intergula, and shouted orders.

"I don't have time to waste here. Regardless of the consequences of his death, I still have things to do as a commander."

Integra said calmly.

Van Helsing's death would definitely have an impact on Akado, but that was not important. At most, he would lose the help of the chat group. At least compared to the current situation, that kind of thing was insignificant.

"Don't you see the reality clearly? You are our prisoner now!" Yumiko frowned and said angrily.

"So, are you going to break my legs? It should be easy for you from Section Thirteen to subdue me." Intergula said coldly.

"How is it possible? A group of people forcing an unarmed woman to submit is just like rapist." Anderson calmly rejected Intergula's proposal. Section 13 could not afford to lose face like that.

"I'm leaving."

Anderson's answer did not surprise Intergula. She nodded slightly and walked away.

However, after she took the first step, a strange wave occurred.

Words cannot describe it. Inexplicable fluctuations emerged from the back and reverberated in all directions. Immersed in the strange fluctuations, the fire swaying in London stopped, the vampire and werewolf troops moving through the sea of ​​fire stopped moving, and the air seemed to solidify.

"Boom--!"

In an instant, a beam of light shot straight into the sky, piercing through heaven and earth, emitting a holy white light, turning the world into daytime.

As if announcing the return of the gods, the strange fluctuations turned into a majestic aura, enveloping the whole of London and quickly spreading in all directions until it covered the United Kingdom. The pure white light also illuminated most of the United Kingdom.

"Is this... the breath of God?"

Thor walked casually on the streets of London, killing any SS soldiers he saw with a very relaxed attitude.

However, the moment the holy light appeared, Thor's leisurely expression became solemn.

As someone who has been dealing with gods for many years, she can sense the power and divinity contained in this holy light.

Although it was different from the gods she had seen before, its divinity that embodied the faith of all living beings and its spirituality that was above all things were unquestionable.

"what happened?"

At the London headquarters, King stood guard at the door of the command room with a puzzled look on his face. The strange fluctuations could not escape his perception. However, he had no idea what was going on. He just had a vague premonition that something was about to come.

Light Yagami sat on Cerberus' back, the Death Note spread out on his knees. He looked around at the people around him, and names appeared above their heads one by one.

This is the Eye of Death. It was the power of Death that Light Yagami exchanged from Ryuk long before he acquired the knowledge of magic and decided on Ryuk's fate in his heart.

Light Yagami's eyes caught the names of the SS soldiers and copied them one by one into his notebook. Then he ordered Cerberus to spit venom, which dissolved the SS soldiers' legs and stopped the action.

“This is the power of God.”

Only after witnessing the artificial vampires die of heart failure did Light Yagami nod in satisfaction and mutter to himself in ecstasy.

However, the next moment, the Death Note spontaneously ignited. Before Light Yagami could put out the flames, a mighty force that seemed to announce its existence passed by. Light Yagami's mind was instantly blank, and his expression became stiff: "Is this the power of God?"

At the Hellsing headquarters, Akado's right arm transformed into a hound, devouring the werewolf's body. When he looked up, he saw a dazzling light seeping in from the broken wall.

Akado narrowed his eyes unhappily and looked out from the hole. A pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth came into his sight. The six-winged angel that was faintly visible in the pillar of light made Akado's expression serious.

"Master, what is that? An angel? Are there really angels? Should we run away quickly!?" Silas stuck his head out from behind, but was burned by the holy light. He quickly shrank back and asked Akado in panic.

"Be quiet, stay here, hide in a place without light, or, suck blood and become a real vampire."

Akado stretched his hand into the holy light, feeling the warmth of the holy light, and spoke calmly.

"Eh? Master, are you okay?"

Silas asked in surprise.

"You know what? During this time, I have been wondering who turned me into a vampire? Was it a gift from the devil?"

"Is not it?"

In response to Akado's question, Silas asked back.

"If it is a gift from the devil, why am I not afraid of the sunlight? Nor am I afraid of the holy light?" Akado turned his head and said calmly.

"Huh? Why? Aren't vampires said to be afraid of sunlight, silver, salt and other things?" Silas asked puzzledly.

"In this world, there have always been only two vampires, Mina and I, and the rest are all zombies. Only now have there been artificial vampires, and a half-baked like you." Akado pointed out the error in the legend in a casual manner. He is not only the king of vampires, but also the only vampire.

"Hehe." Silas touched his head embarrassedly when he heard Akado say that she was a half-baked person.

"You hide first, I'll go take a look." Akado shook his head slightly, said no more, jumped out of the corridor, and ran towards the location where the light column formed.

Chapter 101: God's Messenger and the Traitor

At the moment the six-winged angel appeared, the dark creatures bathed in holy light turned into ashes.

For a moment, everyone in London turned their eyes to the six-winged angel in the beam of light. Some were in worship, some were in fear, some were in doubt, and some were in hatred. In any case, London in the midst of the fire fell into an eerie silence. Under the shining light of God, the war stopped.

Where the beam of light was born, Intergula dropped the cigarette from his mouth and looked at the angel in front of him in shock.

"There is such a thing. My great-grandfather is an angel?"

Integula murmured to himself, feeling the urge to curry favor with someone.

No, what does it mean to cling to someone's thighs? We are all family. Van Helsing is her great-grandfather. Who can question this relationship? !

Not only cigarettes were dropped, but also weapons.

"Pada——"

Guns fell to the ground. The members of Section 13 stared blankly at the six-winged angel in front of them and knelt on the ground involuntarily. They felt reverence, uneasiness, panic and bewilderment. Thousands of thoughts tangled in their minds, making them feel at a loss.

"Amen……"

The gun sword slipped from Anderson's fingers.

"That is……"

Yumiko let the sword fall from her hand.

"Gabriel—"

Heinkel lost the strength to hold the gun.

When God comes, the name of God will naturally flash through the minds of devout believers. It cannot be faked, because this is the majesty of God, this is faith.

Van Helsing's body had turned to ashes, but in full view of everyone, the dazzling holy light emanating from his body burned his mortal body, and a six-winged angel appeared in the world from the holy light.

"Anderson."

The six-winged angel that emerged from the holy light looked down at Anderson and called his name calmly.

"Hallelujah."