Accardo, who has a public image of being pierced, has more of a human flavor than the monstrous appearance.

He inserted the long sword in his hand on the ground, looking a little nostalgic.

"Vampire Accardo, are you also troubled by emotions?"

Father Anderson stood behind Accardo with a bayonet in his hand, his tone erratic.

What he believed in was not an illusory God, but the Archangel of Courage Impris who once resided in his body.

The courage to defend everything and the determination to never regret is what he mastered after coming into contact with Impris.

He will not show mercy to monsters, because the Archangel of Courage is also so stubborn.

He will not treat non-believers gently, because Prius never treats non-angel beings harshly.

But Anderson, like Imprius, is bright!

Because the Nephalem learned to be tolerant after Prius beheaded the Great Demon, Anderson's attitude towards life is also full of compassion.

The two have become more and more similar as they get along, and Father Anderson can now be called a disciple of courage.

In Anderson's eyes, Imperial is his master!

Others in the church were too far away from Anderson to truly see the being who could be called "the Lord."

His faith will not waver!

"Anderson, Alexander Anderson! Can you send me to eternal sleep?"

Accardo's voice was as weak as a whisper.

The birth of the vampire Accardo itself is a blasphemy against faith.

As pious as Accardo himself was, he hated the gods even after his death.

Not long ago, he personally experienced the resurrection of the gods, because the radiance of the Prius made his body feel so cold that it felt warm for a long time.

That kind of sacredness and vastness was a feeling he had never imagined.

Even when he was humiliated as a slave as a boy, the cross in his hand did not have that kind of radiance and warmth.

"The Vampire Accardo, or the Impaler Dracula. What kind of path have you chosen to exist?"

Father Anderson pushed up his glasses with the palms of his hands, hiding his eyes behind the lenses.

Anderson's understanding of Accardo is no longer limited to the concept of "vampire".

The name Piercing Gong is quite famous.

Alucard and Dracula are just pronounced in opposite order.

"After betraying your faith, you also betrayed the name of Dracula. Have you already regretted calling yourself Accardo?"

Father Anderson's tone was very rude, and the anger contained in facing the existence of monsters was still rising.

"Is faith really necessary for human beings?"

Accardo said with confusion on his face.

"Gods don't need gold armor, but humans do."

Father Anderson took a few steps back, maintaining a relatively appropriate distance from Accardo.

"Belief cannot be used as a bargaining chip, then there will be no connection between humans and gods."

Accardo walked forward, carrying his sword by the way. The river of blood not far away began to gather here. How could a monster face Father Anderson, a powerful human being, alone?

The "Devil King" should be waiting on his throne for the brave man to arrive after overcoming obstacles all the way.

Only then can the brave man be qualified to truly fight the devil.

The Vampire King is ready to face the challenger.

At this time, there are still hundreds of thousands of souls in his blood river, which is not much different from when Van Helsing challenged him.

"Anderson, where are your companions? You alone cannot defeat my soldiers."

Accardo closed his eyes and spoke to Father Anderson.

"teacher!"

At this time, two injured figures fell down from the eaves on one side, and a burst of very regular footsteps came from not far away.

Anderson's disciple, the paladin Heinkel Wolf, and the nun, Takagi Yumie.

And the owner of the footsteps, a young man dressed as an archbishop, walked over on expensive handmade calfskin boots.

The commander-in-chief of the church’s power this time is Archbishop Enric Maxwell!

"Teacher, this church's expedition failed."

Maxwell gathered up his hair and put the hair that was raised in the wind against his scalp.

"Maxwell, have you achieved your ambition?"

Anderson let go of the bayonet in his hand, held his two apprentices in his arms, calmed their hostility towards Maxwell, and then looked at the most proud disciple in front of him and said.

"Who can say now that I am not a big shot? I am the archbishop and a disciple of you, the saint on earth."

Maxwell's face was very calm.

When Anderson awakened Imperius, Maxwell was beside Anderson, and he also had close contact with the miracle that occurred when the Archangel of Courage awakened.

Love power, yearn for glory, and hope that they can always be high!

But Maxwell was also a devout believer.

The moment Father Anderson awakened Imperius, he was known as Alexander St. Anderson.

Are the disciples of the saint worse than the archbishop?

Maxwell, who wanted to be called a master of men, had long since found his own path. A living saint needs a helper to deal with trivial matters.
Chapter completed!