I, Unlimited Stream, European Emperor

As the stronghold of Christianity, pilgrims and fanatics from all over the world gather here.

Among them, there are many believers and ascetic monks who have reached the peak of human beings in the mysterious field.

The church has been the apex of religion in Western society since the Middle Ages, and it has conferred various chasing days and holidays for many priests who dedicated themselves to religion.

There are countless tourists and pilgrims, and even on rainy days, it is a prosperous scene.

And today-

In front of this huge palace building that used to sing hymns, it was covered by an endless sea of ​​​​blood. This religious country with only 0.4 square kilometers has lost its former prosperity. The middle-aged man in black armor and holding a piercing sword stepped forward walk up the steps.

Following his footsteps, the river of blood spread inch by inch toward the upper floor, and the slender rapier dragged on the ground, making a tinkling sound, like a bell calling for death.

"Where is your Lord—"

"Where is He who shelters you?"

"His apostles, his family members, why don't they come here."

The bloody ocean engulfed believers, tourists, and priests who tried to resist. In the end, everyone became part of the bloody ocean. The middle-aged man stood in front of the main court of the church. At this moment, the interior of the main court , the last resistance forces of the church have assembled.

More than 20 artifact envoys who inherited the artifacts of saints, saints, and kings in history stood there.

Their name is "Power of Shelter"—

It is the last resistance force of the church.

They stared at the man who had destroyed this holy place that had symbolized Catholicism since the Middle Ages in a short period of time, with dignified and complicated expressions on their faces.

"The Impaler?"

Looking at the middle-aged man with fangs in his lips and holding a slender rapier, some people couldn't help but link him with the Grand Duke of Wallachia. After all, there are rumors about this Grand Duke, Vlad III. This era is widely spread, and Vlad III in this world is also a Vampire Grand Duke.

"Someone called me that in the past."

The man's voice was a little hoarse, but it was full of gentle magnetism. From his tone, you couldn't feel that this was a monster that swallowed nearly 10 tourists, priests, and believers in the Vatican in just [-] minutes. .

"I once prayed that the Lord would save me. I led the people to resist, but was judged by your Lord—"

"In the end, I became this ghost."

He raised his rapier, stared at the crowd in the Vatican, and said calmly:

"I came here for one thing only, to meet your Lord and ask about my sin."

See our Lord, ask yourself sin?

Looking at the slender stabbing sword, looking at the gentle and elegant expression of the man, the very calm words conveyed by the mouth, but it gives the impression of extreme arrogance.

The road before the Lord is paved with the blood of believers.

no doubt.

This is already a declaration of war, and it means going to the Lord step by step and declaring war to the Lord face to face.

"The wicked who blaspheme the Lord."

The young girls seemed to be unable to bear the man's words at all, and immediately raised the holy sword in their hands as if irritated, "Unforgivable! Unforgivable! Unforgivable!!"

With words of strong hatred mixed like a curse, the girl with short blue hair rushed towards the man suspected of penetrating the male.

"Good! Very good! A girl who gave her courage for the Lord!! Awesome!!"

The Impaler raised his stabbing sword and smiled madly, "Come on! Use your holy sword to pierce my chest—"

"Let's fight until the blood runs out and the faith is cut off! Human!"

The stabbing sword exuding red copper luster collided with the Holy Sword of Destruction, and at a speed that surpassed the dynamic vision of human beings, the two began to swing their sword blades, chopping indiscriminately.

When the speed reaches a standard, the so-called sword skills are already useless, all you need to do is swing your sword, and instinctively swing your sword to chop everything in front of you.

"war!"

He shouted frantically, as if all his enthusiasm had been ignited, the Impaler's movement of swinging his sword became more chaotic and faster, and behind him, all kinds of monsters slowly emerged in the sea of ​​blood. Legion.

"...The War Pot Banner, the Ganisari Legion—"

"Black Cross Shield... Teutonic Knights—"

"Ordre du Temple, even the Knights Templar..."

Seeing the legions raising their banners, the monsters howling loudly in the sea of ​​the dead, the bishops of the church roared in anger and fear, "Monster! Monster! Monster! He drank How many people's blood! How many people's flesh and blood he ate—"

"Why isn't this guy in the records of the church... the Impaler! This guy must be that vampire!"

"The enemy of the Lord! The enemy that must be defeated!!"

The roar was mixed with the roar of trying to overcome their own fear. Everyone had a look of fear on their faces, and even pulled out their weapons unconsciously. It was like a biological instinct, wanting to rely on weapons to protect themselves...

No, that's not all.

Instead, he wanted to annihilate that man, that overwhelming sea of ​​blood.

Excessive fear made everyone lose their sense of fear. Instead, they frantically clenched their artifacts and guns like lunatics, and launched an attack frantically.

"Hruuy! Hruuy!! Hruuy!!"

The Impaler laughed more excitedly, and swung his sword away from the holy sword girl who was blocking him, "Before witnessing the true face of the Lord, I can feel this hopeless and devout faith... Ah, O God, my heart longs for you, as a deer longs for a brook, I feed on my tears day and night—”