Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　Shouting such vulgarities, the vampires charged at the people around them who claimed to be friendly vampires.

　then……

　"Clang—"

　“Oh ho ho ho—”

　"Croak! Uh... Ah!"

　"rua——"

　"..." Haha, done in seconds.

　It wasn't "knocked down" but "killed," a merciless kill... This greatly surprised the fanatical vampire.

　Wasn't the other side here to try and persuade us to surrender?

　Shouldn't it be that if we show a stronger stance, the other side will start negotiating and offering benefits? Why? Why?!

　"Wait, wait! I surrender! I accept trial, I want to go to jail!"

　A vampire raised his hands, staring at the blade hurtling toward his neck, his eyes closed, and then... he seemed not to die.

　"Why didn't you do this earlier? Why did you have to make the first move?"

　The benevolent vampire man said this as he bypassed him and went to attack others: "Accept your fate... I will end the bloody calamity."

　In response, the princes and their fanatics fiercely resisted, saying, "Damn it, why are you helping humans?"

　To this, the vampire man simply replied, "Because I will use my position as a member of the Holy See to either eliminate you or recruit you."

　"..."

　"We will never surrender!"

　"You, are you really that loyal to humans?"

　"After we die, do you think vampires will have a good ending if they are friendly to humans?"

　That was a valid point, causing the vampire man to hesitate with his sword for a moment, but he immediately brought it down again.

　"That's true... We vampires probably won't be able to go back to those good days."

　As he said this, the man pierced the chest of a resisting fanatical vampire with his sword: "But is that right?"

　"Our lives were strange to begin with. We hadn't done anything, but we received government subsidies and even human people who thought vampires were cool were giving us money."

　"Just to keep us in line."

　This kind of relationship structure is somewhat unhealthy... because vampires can easily go into business on their own.

　Based on lifespan and resource accumulation

　In reality, vampires are fully capable of living normally in human society, rather than being treated as parasites.

　"The good days are over."

　As the vampire spoke, he slaughtered the remaining vampires present: "But it has nothing to do with me anyway."

　His goal was very simple: to use his position as "a member of the Papacy" to get the Papacy to end the Bloodshed.

　This is fate.

　Because fate requires this kind of connection...

　-

　"Bucharest, those fanatical vampires really know how to pick a place... But this is the last one."

　While making these comments, Cong Yu led Xiao Cui around like a mobile artillery platform, helping her to launch a pursuit.

　Of course, they don't kill vampires who have given up resistance.

　Although Xiao Cui also wanted to kill them all equally, there were many people from the Vatican and other benevolent vampires acting together here.

　So let's follow the rules and arrest them and send them to a military court.

　With this in mind, and as Xiao Cui became increasingly skilled in combat, Cong Yu, Theredo, and the others stormed into the Bucharest Conference Hall.

　However, as everyone rushed in, ready to declare the disaster over, they realized... there was no need for that anymore.

　Because an ancient, benevolent vampire had already worked from within to kill all these fanatics.

　As for how they knew he was a goodwill advocate...

　Because he said it himself.

　"I'm an inside man, I'm an inside man. Look... this is my work ID from the Vatican, I have proper credentials."

　As he spoke, the vampire man stood amidst the countless vampire corpses that were gradually turning into blue smoke, leaning on his sword and looking at Cong Yu.

　For some reason, Cong Yu felt that the voice of the vampire man who was pulling out his ID was very familiar.

　I feel like I've heard that somewhere before.

　"..."

　"Ah, it seems you don't need to be careful of Moirai anymore."

　As the vampire spoke, looking at Cong Yu, he noticed something: "Moirai seems unable to see you."

　"..." I remember now, it's that voice from Chapter 379.

　"You were the one who told me to 'be careful of Moirai,' right? So, who are you?"

　In response to Cong Yu's question, the vampire turned the sword into blood and returned it to his body: "One of the maintainers of fate, don't look at me like that... I am of course not a god."

　"Besides, we're not on Moira's side. After all, there aren't many people who can accept Moira's perverse tastes."

　This is true.

　God's twisted sense of humor can be deadly.

　Chapter 418 The Embryo of God

　Hey bro! Long time no see.

　When the rap king saw Carlos Mario again, he seemed to be in a good mood and punched Carlos in the chest twice.

　"How are things going lately? Does Mexico need any more help with its reconstruction? We can discuss anything."

　In response to the rap king's words, Carlos Mario looked at the person in front of him wearing black sunglasses and a gold chain around his neck... anonymous friend.

　"That's not necessary... Alas, Mexico is gone, and I don't know how to talk to His Majesty about becoming king."

　As Carlos Mario walked into the LiveHouse that belonged to the King of Rap, he said, "Hmm... you should be relieved, right?"

　Yes, that's true.

　The rap king actually least wanted Carlos Mario to reign supreme next to him. So after what happened in Mexico, he was actually somewhat relieved.

　As long as America is alright.

　But while they might think this way, they couldn't say it out loud, nor did it mean they would gloat... After all, the sacred rain connects everyone.

　Before Cong Yu arrived, the relationships between the kings were relatively cold. Let alone expressing goodwill, it was already considered good if they didn't make a few sarcastic remarks.

　In some places, the relationships between the top players were so strained due to overcrowding that it was Congyu and Yuki-onna who mediated the situation.

　"Hahaha... I'm relieved, but I can't say that... um... how should I put it?"

　The rap king laughed awkwardly for a moment, then became more serious, adopting a slightly more kingly demeanor: "If it is a decision made by a king, I will vote against it."

　“If it is to be a royal trial, I will do everything in my power to stop you from becoming king… That’s all, that’s all, Bro.”

　Carlos Mario knew this too, and he sighed, no longer having the same carefree spirit as before when telling corny jokes and laughing.

　At this moment, Carlos had lost his former sense of humor.

　"Oh well, it doesn't matter. I came to see you for two things."

　As he said this, he sat down in the chair, followed by a magical girl with her eyes covered.

　White cloth, black cloth, gauze—the eyes were wrapped up in layers.

　Because something seemed off, the rap king couldn't help but look into her eyes. But he didn't ask anything, only thinking that she was one of Carlos's peculiar subordinates: "Tell me, I'll help you with anything, not just two, but twenty... but I just hope it won't be too much trouble."

　To the rap king who said that, Carlos Mario said, "Find me a cat cafe run by a Mexican guy named Geya Hernandez..."

　Of course, it's possible.

　It's possible that something happened to this cat cafe during this time, and it's already closed down.

　Although it sounded strange, the rap king didn't seem to care much. It was just giving orders to his men anyway: "Approximate location? In Chicago?"

　Carlos's response to this was—

　"The whole of America."

　Rap King: "???"

　Oh, is it that big of a scope? Um... never mind, he doesn't need to worry about it himself, he can just have his subordinates handle it.

　"Okay, there's one more thing."

　After the rap king said that, Carlos glanced at Ms. Lin beside him: "She is one of the culprits who destroyed Mexico, an accomplice... and one of the people who planned the crash into the Twin Towers, although she can also be considered an accomplice."

　Upon hearing this, the rap king immediately slammed his fist on the table, reached under the sofa and pulled out a loaded Winchester rifle, glaring at Lin: "Where's the main culprit?"

　"He died long ago."

　"..." After receiving Carlos's answer, the rap king, who was not quite sure what Carlos Mario meant by "number one enemy", stared intently at the unmoving Miss Lin... She remained motionless.

　After staring for a while, the rap king put down his gun: "So she has reformed?"

　"..." Carlos Mario remained silent in response, then said, "More or less, but that's enough... God has other ideas."

　As he said this, Carlos Mario spoke as if he were uttering a riddle: "What she sees now will enter the vision of God."

　"Her very existence is a humanoid deflector that can bring fate back to its original state. Can you feel that power? It is an egg that is pregnant with calamity."

　"..." The rap king hesitated for a moment, then made his evaluation: "Carlos, I may not understand Mexican very well... How about you try speaking English?"

　Carlos Mario, seeing the rap king still joking around, took a deep breath: "Mike, get serious."

　The rap king, whose real name was called, was taken aback and his expression became more serious.

　It seems the situation is quite serious.

　"Leaving aside the question of what kind of god's vision it is... something that breeds calamity... could it be...? You wouldn't be talking about..."

　As he said this, the rap king released his magic and leaned closer to Miss Lin to sense it: "There's no extinction spell here—"

　"..." What is that? Who told you about the extinction technique?

　"Where did this extermination technique come from? In all our years, we've only ever seen His Majesty the Emperor possess an extermination technique, haven't we?"

　In response, the rap king rubbed his chin unhurriedly: "Isn't there one under the Mariana Trench too? Although we haven't seen it with our own eyes."

　But that's not something we need to discuss in detail right now...

　Because the key point isn't in this kind of place at all.

　After saying a lot of irrelevant things.

　In the end, apart from a dense, peculiar energy, the rap king couldn't sense anything else from Miss Lin: "What? There's nothing here, isn't there? There's just something that's not magic... divine power?"

　Since Carlos Mario mentioned God before, this is probably a divine power similar to the power that previously induced the descent of non-magical arts.

　"That's it, the key is right there."

　As Carlos Mario said this, Miss Lin spoke for the first time, her voice filled with weariness and world-weariness: "Stop thinking about it, just kill me already, I don't want to become the embryo of a god."

　【Very good, I will arrive, struggle however you want—】

　The emphasis was on the word "...", which came out of Miss Lin's mouth simultaneously as she began to speak...

　They spoke completely differently, with different tones, even different pitches and vocal registers; it was very peculiar.

　"Hey! What's with that arrogant female voice? Is it your second personality speaking? Oh?! Special technique?"

　The rap king asked this question, his rhythmic rapping resembling that of someone performing a rap, though it didn't rhyme much—

　"Speaking of which, you look like you're Chinese, right? What's that? Ventriloquism? Oh! Pfft pfft!"

　That's incredible ventriloquism!

　If it were ventriloquism, that would be great.