On the eve of dawn, heavy rain poured down.

Time passed little by little, and when it was supposed to be sunrise in the morning, the sky was still dark and evening. Baron Fmoy looked up and saw that the dark clouds above his head covered the sky. The sky was as dark as twilight. Only the sound of water pouring out in his ears. The rain covered his eyes and the horizon. The passenger ship on the vast Suez Canal slowly drove past him. The whistle woke many British soldiers still in their dreams.

Baron Fmoy said coldly: "Time is up!"

He put on his raincoat, pulled out a black umbrella from the door of the office, blocked his head and walked into the heavy rain. The black boots stepped on the mud and splashed nearly a foot of turbid water. The heavy rain washed away everything in front of him and gathered into a turbid current, forming pools of mud and water on the open space of the camp.

Even Baron Fmoy couldn't help but step on the mud. He came to the center of the camp where a considerable number of British soldiers were already busy. They were carrying real guns and ammunition, and several drivers were repairing several manned personnel trucks in the heavy rain. The rest were lined up and could set off at any time.

Among these soldiers, a row of priests in black appeared. They were solemn and silent, in order. Dozens of people stood together without making any sound, which made Baron Fmoy nod secretly.

He is worthy of being the elite of the Anglican Institute and a priest who fights dark creatures all year round.

The old bishop was supported by a servant and walked from behind. He saw Baron Fmoy's face solemnly speaking: "If it were this kind of weather, the strength of those vampires would not be much weakened. And heavy rain would bring chaos and trouble..."

Baron Fmoy said in a deep voice: "We will minimize the trouble!"

The old bishop glared at him and hummed, "Don't underestimate the dark creatures. Those who can survive the pursuit of humans must have something to see. During the process of Great Britain conquering the world, we have seen too many incredible things. The evil gods worshipped by the natives, the hidden evil species, the dangerous black magic, etc.... so many of them!"

"But, the thing that appeared in Cairo not long ago was one of the hardest I've ever seen."

"Imodon, the greatest high priest in ancient Egypt... has become even more terrifying since the curse and resurrection. But there are still people in Cairo who can fight against him, and this person should be the mastermind behind the Eye of Horus we are looking for."

"Be careful of him! Although we have brought nearly half of the power of the Anglican and have dispatched to the Gurkha mercenary camp, the mysterious existences we control and hire, you must be careful. This is the revelation of the Lord! May the Lord bless us..."

"May the Lord bless you!" Baron Fmoy whispered.

Dozens of priests in black boarded the personnel carrier, and several trucks were neatly loaded with hundreds of British soldiers, including strange men and women selected from the colonies. Dozens of cavalry rushed out first. They braved the heavy rain and drove the way forward and were responsible for guarding the convoys, and dozens of short indigenous soldiers were also passing through the woodlands on both sides.

The convoy slowly drove towards the target along the road at the base, and the African mercenaries holding spear bows were running vigorously beside both sides of the road. They were extremely fast, stepping barefoot in the mud and water, and their speed was no less than that of the truck next to them.

These soldiers advanced in the rain, but the rain could not block their vision at all.

As for the cavalry who were slowly advancing with the convoy, they were snails of Damascus on their waists and crawled on the war horses. Their bodies rose and fell slightly as the horses galloped. Their eyes were sharp and their momentum were stern, making people unsurprising that they could pull out the snails at any time and tear all the enemies in front of them into pieces.

The purpose of these people is to a branch camp not far from the main camp. The priests in black have locked in that there are a large number of officers who have been transformed into vampires. Under the cover of heavy rain, they have to clean up these severely affected areas one by one.

Chen Ang stood at the bow of the passenger ship that honked the whistle and slowly drove downstream along the waterway. Looking from the Suez Canal, you could also see Baron Fmoy's convoy, driving side by side with them. Chen Ang looked at the people on the same road as them. At this time, they were approaching the camp. Baron Fmoy's people were at the entrance of the camp. He saw the Baron sitting in the passenger seat of the open truck, and opened the level without saying a word and let the entire convoy come in.

The movement here alarmed the British soldiers in the camp. They watched Baron Fmoy nervously not take the umbrella and jumped out of the car in the rain. Then elite military police jumped out of the evil car behind them and formed a team behind them. To their surprise, there was a team of priests wearing black priest uniforms following them.

Baron Fmoy looked at the soldiers who were protruding their heads at the barracks door and shouted: "Now, for the national security and counter-espionage mission in Great Britain, we have tangible evidence to prove that this battalion contains German spies. Now all soldiers are prohibited from entering and leaving the barracks, and they are all here for me!"

"Those who leave their own room without authorization will be dealt with by military law; those who resist with firearms and weapons will be executed on the spot; everyone stays on their own bed. When the military police come in, they put their hands on the back of their heads and lie down with their backs to the door! No communication or snooping is allowed. Now your only task is to hold your head in the bed. Otherwise, the military police will have the right to execute you!"

The messengers repeated Baron Fmoy's orders loudly everywhere, and the soldiers following the Baron had been divided into squads and entered the camp to patrol. They first rushed the soldiers who were still outside the room into the room and guarded various levels and doors. When Baron Fmoy stepped into the baron, these squads had already entered the first target room.

The military police captain looked at the roster in his hand and said to an officer in the number room: "Are you the first-class warrant officer Heyman?"

Heyman stood up from the bed, stared at the military police and said, "Yes, sir! What's wrong?"

"Please go with us!" The captain of the military police squad said expressionlessly. Heyman did not say anything, but looked at the black-clothed priest behind him and sneered in a low voice: "It seems you have discovered us!"

The military police immediately tightened the gun in their hands, and the priest who was watched by Heyman also pressed his right hand on the Bible in his chest. He hesitated for a moment and said, "You guys..." At this moment, an officer behind Heyman suddenly rose up. He buried his head and rushed out like a running wild boar. Before the military police could react, they hit their flesh and blood heavily.

The military police clearly heard the sound of their bones breaking. The black-clothed priest who was blocked by everyone in the middle of protection felt a pain in his chest, and a smell of fishyness gushed out from his lungs. He pulled out the cross dagger from his waist and pressed it down violently, about to pierce the body of the rising officer. At this time, Heyman had already jumped high and pounced on him.

The sharp claws instantly tore open his arteries, and Heyman leaned on his neck and swallowed his blood in big mouthfuls. Another blood clan had already slaughtered the military police. Heyman rushed out of the quotation room with his body, and gunfire came from all directions.

But most of them were blocked by the corpse he pushed in front of him. Occasionally, one or two fish that escaped the net were embedded in Heman's body and were quickly squeezed out by the healed muscles. Heman rushed straight to the most debris in the bunker, intending to escape with the help of cover. At this time, a white light shot from behind hit his back. Heman screamed and turned into ashes in the white light.

Another vampire who cooperated with him also hit the heart by a silver bullet soaked in holy water.

Heyman's resistance seemed to open the curtain of riots. Dozens of blood clans chose to take action suddenly at this moment. Some of them were immediately shot dead by the military police, but most of them started a massacre in the military police, but the black-clad priests found an opportunity. Baron Fmoy calmly looked at the riots launched everywhere in the camp. He just dispatched snipers when the enemy rushed out of the Counter Room.

But this is a minority after all, and most of the blood clans have been successfully confined to a relatively small and single space by them. The black-clad priests used amazing efficiency to kill those exposed blood clans.
Chapter completed!