Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 189

Zheng Lan was walking in the corridor of Demon City and casually killed a resurrected ghost.

There were a dozen knights nearby, scribbling on the wall with their fingers.

Fingers are not pens, and these knights are not professional painters, but they still happily reproduced the portraits they had seen in the church on the walls of the Demon Castle.

But to be honest, they draw pretty well, probably because they have fourth-order characteristics. Through superb control, they can draw pictures that are 80% accurate.

Zheng Lan felt a slight pang of conscience.

These soldiers were just ordinary people. They were tricked by Wen Lie into coming here to destroy the demons, but they didn't know that no matter whether they survived or not, their lifespan would not exceed one year.

Zheng Lan didn't want to sabotage Wen Lie, but she really couldn't tolerate this behavior.

Zheng Lan closed her mouth tightly and walked quickly towards the thrones.

"Wen Lie, I have something to talk to you about."

"what's up?"

Wen Lie responded to Zheng Lan's voice while working.

"……What are you doing?"

Seeing Wen Lie's actions, Zheng Lan's pupils dilated and she asked in disbelief.

Wen Lie clapped his hands hard, crushing the pure white bones and spilling them into the iron bucket filled with holy anointing oil.

"Making pigments. To transform a castle, besides the usual symbols, special materials are needed."

"Special materials? Using the bones of warriors?"

Zheng Lan said coldly, with a hint of anger in her voice.

Wen Lie raised his head and said in surprise, "This thing is called a relic. Don't we use it often?"

The skeletons left behind by the Crusaders can all be called relics. Those fanatics died in the war with the devil, and their faith and holy war successfully sublimated the skeletons.

Moreover, these relics are not ordinary relics, but relics of fourth-order masters. The rendering of spirit and energy makes the quality of these relics no less than that of ancient saints.

Zheng Lan frowned and said angrily, "That's not what I'm talking about! You tricked those people into coming here to die, and now you don't even let their bodies go. Wen Lie, I beg you to be a human being!"

Wen Lie retorted: "How am I not a human being? I am satisfying their life values."

Zheng Lan laughed in anger, "The value of life? Their value of life is to go through life and death for you, and then use their corpses as raw materials?"

Wen Lie shook his head and said to Zheng Lan, "You know what? Millions of residents of Transylvania have already died, and hundreds of thousands have died in nearby areas. If no one stops it, the death toll could double."

Zheng Lan's face changed and he was extremely shocked and angry.

She was imprisoned on the top floor of Demon Castle and knew nothing about what was happening outside. Although she felt that there were more and more vengeful spirits in Demon Castle in the past few days, she only then realized how many people had died.

Seeing Zheng Lan's expression change, Wen Lie continued, "Protecting their compatriots, saving humanity, defeating evil, remaining true to their faith until death, and ascending to heaven. These are all they wanted. I simply fulfilled their wishes. If you don't believe me, you can ask those Crusaders and see if they volunteered to die and dedicate themselves."

As he was speaking, a team of knights came in carrying white skeletons. They placed the corpses of their comrades in front of Wen Lie, bowed to him reverently, and then picked up the pigment made from a mixture of holy anointing oil and relics.

Some knights walked out from between the thrones, while others walked to the edge of the thrones, using their fingers as pens to write biblical text and murals commonly seen in churches on the walls.

Zheng Lan couldn't help but ask a knight, "Do you really think this is okay? If you fight the demon army alive, you won't even have a complete body when you die, and your bones will turn into materials."

Zheng Lan did not reveal the side effects of the Holy Grail. She was worried that telling the truth would turn the Crusaders from allies into enemies.

The knight glanced at Zheng Lan and said with disdain: "Pathetic man, you have no faith."

Zheng Lan was speechless. She never expected that her kindness would be despised by the victim.

Steven used his right hand to make a large cross from his forehead to his chest, and then from his left shoulder to his right shoulder. He said devoutly, "I know that my Redeemer lives and will at the end stand on the earth. After my flesh and blood have perished, I will see God in my own body. I will see him for myself, with my own eyes, and not as an outsider."

Zheng Lan was confused.

Jonathan explained to Zheng Lan from the side, "What it means is, we fight for God, we kill for God's glory, and after death our souls will ascend to heaven and become part of the celestial army of the Lord of Hosts. The corpses left on the ground can become weapons to destroy demons. This is our honor and pride."

Zheng Lan understood.

It turned out to be a group of Christian fanatics!

For these fanatics, death is a reward.

but……

Zheng Lan used the mind chain to ask Wen Lie, "Can we really go to heaven?"

Wen Lie said irresponsibly, "How would I know? Judging from the plot of Bram Stoker's Dracula, God does exist, but we don't know in what form. However, since Dracula's repentance can earn God's forgiveness, it only makes sense that Crusaders who fight for God would become angels after death."

"..."

Zheng Lan was speechless.

This kind of thing that cannot be verified has its own logic no matter how you say it.

"Ugh!"

Zheng Lan was dejected.

Originally, the reinforcement of the Zhongzhou team was in the style of magic. Recruiting religious fanatics to form an army was also not righteous. Treating 500,000 fanatics as disposable consumables was even more evil than the devil.

Zheng Lan is now worried about one thing. If Wen Lie becomes proficient in this process, will he repeat it in every world?
In an elegant restaurant in London, England, a captivated couple enjoyed a candlelit dinner. "Albertson's wine, containing aphrodisiac ingredients. The green fairy who lives...in the wine...demands your soul. But you can rest assured."

With a low voice and the gurgling wine pouring into the glass, Dracula looked at Mina affectionately, and his magnetic voice touched Mina's heartstrings.

Mina had forgotten about her fiancé, whose life or death she did not know. She closed her eyes gently, savoring the wine in the glass and Dracula's love.

Mina put down her glass and gave Dracula a gentle smile: "Prince... tell me about your hometown."

Dracula said sincerely, "The most beautiful place in the world."

Mina's consciousness drifted to the distant past, and she murmured, "It must be... dense forests, rolling hills, vineyards... everywhere, and gorgeous flowers that are incomparable to anywhere else..."

In a church a few kilometers away, Chu Xuan, Xiao Honglu, Qi Tengyi, Zhao Yingkong and others gathered together and used the surveillance camera placed on Mina to eavesdrop on the conversation between Dracula and Mina.

Ever since the werewolf started causing trouble in the Westin Mansion, everyone who knew that Dracula was coming evacuated from the Westin Mansion and moved into this church in order to avoid alerting the enemy.

However, although they moved out, the Zhongzhou team never reduced their attention to the Westin Mansion.

There are micro surveillance cameras and eavesdropping devices everywhere in the Westin Mansion. Even under the surface of Mina's skin, there is an ultra-micro eavesdropping device implanted.

The private conversation between Dracula and Mina completely exposed Dracula's origin and purpose, and the burly middle-aged man laughed wildly with excitement.

"That's him! Oh my God! Dracula! This vampire, the enemy I've been chasing all my life, hahahaha, hahahahahaha! It's so wonderful!"

Abraham Van Helsing, the famous vampire hunter and a branch of the Belmont family, didn't care about the eyes of the people around him and laughed and danced.

Jack had only contacted Van Helsing three days ago. Due to a small accident, Van Helsing, who was away on a long trip, did not receive Jack's first telegram in time. However, after receiving Jack's message, he immediately rushed to London as quickly as possible.

"Don't be too happy, Van Helsing. Are you sure you can defeat Dracula?" Chu Xuan interrupted Van Helsing's laughter and said calmly, "Dracula confessed to Mina today. If nothing unexpected happens, he will take Mina away tomorrow. If he returns to his hometown, his strength will be greatly improved. The best time to defeat him is tomorrow morning, just after sunrise. Although we have made many preparations, according to my calculations, the success rate of eliminating Dracula is unlikely to exceed 30%."

Van Helsing said confidently: "Sure? Of course not!"

Cheng Xiao complained, "You're so confident even though you're not sure?"

Van Helsing laughed loudly and said, "No vampire hunter in the past has ever gone after Dracula because he was sure of victory. The reason I chase Dracula is not because I can definitely kill him, but because Dracula is there!"

Cheng Xiao, Wang Xia, Ming Yanwei and others couldn't help but be moved.

This old man who looks a little crazy is actually a warrior with an extremely strong will.

Van Helsing was busy arranging his plan to fight Dracula: "Go and prepare! We must first destroy the soil of our hometown. Also, we must contact Quincy Morris. He is the Vampire Killer of Belmont. His joining will frighten Dracula. This clan member who inherited the Vampire Killer legacy is in London! Find him before dawn!"

Chu Xuan calmly replied, "Don't worry about the battle preparations. The church where Dracula stores his hometown soil is under surveillance. We have planted a bomb there that will be detonated before the battle with Dracula. We also know where Quincy Morris lives... Is he really a hunter armed with a vampire killer? But I want to ask you something else. Are the surnames of Arthur Holmt and Jack Sheward related to the Belmont family?"

Van Helsing raised his hands, his eyes blazing like flames, and he spoke in a high-pitched voice: "Holmt? Of course, I remember this last name. Like Morris, Helsing, and Sheward, this is also a family that was once connected to the Belmont family. However, my lovely student has not yet awakened the power flowing in his bloodline, and the Holmt have been dormant for over a hundred years. It doesn't matter! Call them all! I believe that after seeing Dracula, they will awaken the divine power! Yes, this is the mission! To continue in the bloodline the fate of those who were once enemies of Dracula!"

"Destiny?"

Chu Xuan nodded.

He didn't understand the concept of fate, but since there was a Belmont clan, Dracula's nemesis, in the world, then the descendants who inherited Belmont's blood might awaken the divine power when facing Dracula.

It doesn't matter if we fail. The Lord God did not ask for protection for Arthur Holmt, Quincy Morris, Jack Sheward, and Abraham Van Helsing.

Chu Xuan’s purpose was very clear, to do his utmost to weaken Dracula’s power.

To this end, it doesn't hurt to make some sacrifices.

The cold night wind sneaked in through the window, blowing the candle flame. A white light flashed on Chu Xuan's glasses, revealing a dangerous aura.

As the moon sets and the sun rises, the sky turns from pitch black to hazy, and the early morning sun penetrates the clouds and shines on the ground in London.

As a new day arrives, the quiet London gradually becomes noisy, and the streets and alleys begin to be covered with traces of human activities.

However, compared to half a month ago, London now seems a bit deserted.

The Zhongzhou team has not been idle during this period. Although they don't know what the conditions for the fall of London are, they always try to reduce the possibility of triggering the failure condition of the fall of London.

The Zhongzhou team used various methods, including manipulating the government to issue conscription mobilization, spending a lot of money to recruit workers to build wonders in the North Downs Mountains, and using magic to scare away local residents... Without attracting Dracula's attention, they took great pains to reduce the population of London by half.

The top of the Eiffel Tower.

Chu Xuan, Xiao Honglu and Zhu Wen looked down from above and used their respective abilities to perform calculations.

When the sun rose completely, a gleam of light flashed in Xiao Honglu's eyes, and his fingers pressed the computer keyboard.

"boom!"

The next moment, a violent explosion engulfed a church.

The deafening explosion and rising flames alarmed the residents within a radius of several hundred meters. People looked at the sudden explosion in shock and fear, and were frightened out of their wits by this noise that was beyond their time.

In an instant, a bloody shadow flew out from the rising flames.

His clothes had been burned off, and the naked Dracula was floating in the sky, but it was not indecent because his skin had completely rotted away, and the power of the holy light was still corroding his flesh and blood, so that white smoke like steam came out of his body.

Bloody magic surged out of Dracula's body, offsetting the power of the holy light and repairing his injuries.

"If you have the guts to plot against me, stop hiding! Come out! Wen Lie!"

He looked around with cold eyes, but called Wen Lie's name.

Because he really didn't know who else, besides Wen Lie from Belmont, would make such a big fuss to target him.

(End of this chapter)