The flames burned the entire city, and the dead were bathed in the flames and wailed, gradually dissipating.

People stared at this scene with wide eyes in front of screens around the world.

With the camera dozens of times zooming, people saw Van Helsing pulling out a long sword as red as flame from his chest and inserting it backhand into the grand duke's chest.

In an instant, the scorching flames devoured Akado and also devoured his entire river of dead, and the entire Jerusalem fell into a sea of ​​fire again.

It was Van Helsing's void. What she feared was that she was sent to the stolen rack, so the weapon she had was also related to the flame. It was the karma fire of the Red Lotus that eliminated all sins, and also reflected her heart that hated evil.

"What weapon is that?" Mo Tong said with wide eyes.

Jiang Yuan stared at the long sword of flame that passed through the grand duke's chest, "This may be the real reason for the Holy Revelation of the Holy See this time."

"Did that grand duke... be defeated?"

"I don't know, but his country is burning." Jiang Yuan said as he looked at the Death River that was trapped in the sea of ​​fire.

Mo Tong was silent, and everyone in front of the TV was also silent. Although the current Grand Duke undoubtedly appeared in Jerusalem as a villain, when his fate ended, those who had read the Grand Duke's story were still a little complicated. However, no one thought that Van Helsing was wrong to kill Grand Duke.

Although the believers in Vlad III were indeed unbearable, and although that god was indeed too much, this does not mean that these believers in Jerusalem are guilty, nor does it mean that those soldiers are guilty.

They shouldn't die here at all. The purpose of the Holy Revelation is also for future humans, everything is positive...

The Grand Duke’s approach is extreme and wrong, and people can understand but cannot agree with it.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

At the end of the street, a silver wolf made of white arrogance jumped in the room of the building, looking very excited, and he stared at Akado.

"Dracula! King of Vampire, your power is mine!"

That was Kurt Hartman, who had been forgotten for a long time, the werewolf executive of the Dark Council.

Van Helsing's expression changed suddenly, and he turned his head and roared at Mark.

"mark!"

Mark's reaction was also fast. The long whip of flame was infinitely stretched and swung the werewolf through the air. However, the werewolf turned into an extremely flexible way, and he easily avoided this moment, and suddenly jumped open his bloody mouth as if he wanted to swallow the already-fire Acardo into his mouth.

On the building on one side, Lilith stood on the roof and watched the scene quietly, holding a spear left by the Royal Knights of Wallachia in her right hand, and pressing a silver bullet into the handle of the gun. She curled her lips and said with some displeasure.

"Really, I have to bring me this mess."

As he said that, he swung his right hand heavily. As the vampire that Akado had just embraced, Lilith had a power far beyond the rest of the vampires. With the blessing of this power, the spear suddenly broke out of the air.

The giant wolf could not leverage the force in mid-air, so naturally he could not avoid this attack, so the spear was also in an instant

The aura pierced through the giant wolf in the air and stabbed the existence inside the aura.

Suddenly, the wolf-shaped aura dissipated. Kurt Hartmann stared at the spear passing by his chest, and blood kept spilling out of the corners of his mouth, looking incredible.

But even more incredible, a hand suddenly stretched out from the flames and grabbed the spear. Kurt Hartman's blood slowly flowed down the spear to the hand.

Van Helsing's pupils suddenly contracted to a point. She pulled out the Red Lotus Fire and swept it across and cut off the right hand that stretched out from the flame. Her arm fell and turned into a blood mist dissipated. Kurt Hartman's body also fell to the ground...

Van Helsing was very fast, and she suddenly inserted the Red Lotus Fire into Akado's heart with a backhand.

Puff~

The sound of the blade entering the flesh came...

...

Van Helsing, Mark and everyone in front of the screen all shrank into a dot.

"How...will..." Selena's eyes showed a hint of despair.

Van Helsing pierced Akado's heart, but behind her, another Akado also pierced her chest.

She widened her eyes, blood mixed with internal organs oozing out of the corners of her mouth, and then fell down weakly but was caught by Akado...

In a trance, she could actually feel some water drops falling on her face, sliding down her smooth skin...

It must have been raining now, so it is only possible...

"Did you actually cry?" Van Helsing smiled and cursed with some amusement, but his voice was very weak.

"You still couldn't kill me after all." Akado said in a low voice.

Her eyes were sloppy toward the corpse on one side, with a little unwillingness in her eyes.

"It's obvious...it's almost there. I didn't expect to be disturbed by this fool, which makes you touch the blood and gain his life."

"Do you know, Gabriel?" Akado's hair was drifting down, his eyes were hidden in the darkness. He grabbed Van Helsing's gradually cold right hand and said in a low voice: "You are the human beings I admire the most. It is already amazing to be able to do this with a human body."

"Are you... a winner's ridicule?"

"No, this is sincere admiration." Akado said seriously.

"Ha~" Van Helsing sneered, wanting to say something but he was speechless at all. The blood mixed with internal organs kept spilling out of the corners of his mouth. In a trance, Akado leaned against her ear and said in a low voice.

"Gabriel, you know, my ship's route is actually going to the Vatican."

Van Helsing's pupils contracted violently.

Akado's words continue: "He made me unable to die, it was He who made me resurrect in this age and brought me to Jerusalem..."

But Van Helsing can no longer hear the following words...

The flames gradually faded, and the red lotus fire that fell on the ground gradually dissipated...

He gently placed Van Helsing on the ground, "You should be able to ascend to your dream paradise now...

May you rest in His arms...

Amen…”

He murmured softly, after a long silence... the signature arrogant laughter came from the shadows.

"God! I can never know your intention, but since that is, since this is your will, and since this is your purpose!"

Akado grinned and smiled wildly, "Then I'm as you wish!"

...

"You designed Van Helsing's void on purpose, otherwise it wouldn't be so coincidental. It just so happened that it was this kind of power to restrain the river of death." Alice said.

"Maybe." Shaya raised her lips: "But Van Helsing still failed, right?"

"She didn't take this opportunity," Kulo said.

"Then isn't this Holy See?" said Yuzi.

Xia Ya smiled at the corner of her mouth: "No matter what, Van Helsing is not a person from this world after all. If you want people in this world to know my intentions, you naturally need to let people in this world understand it themselves..."

...

Akado slowly walked towards the Holy Sepulchre Cathedral. Mark wanted to rush up to stop him, but was stopped by Lilith. Her eyes were flashing with scarlet gazes and staring at Mark.

"I know you," Mark said. "Hadalie Lilith, you used to be a human being, and just a human being caught in innocently, why did you come to this muddy water?"

"He saved me, that's all." Lilith said calmly: "I don't want to fight you, but you don't bother him."

Mark was silent, and he looked at Acardo who was walking towards the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre with deep eyes: "What are he going to do?"

"I don't know." Lilith shook her head: "Maybe she's going to find an answer."

...

Acardo walked on the ancient streets of Jerusalem, his clothes posed in the breeze and flew.

Gradually, he moved towards a crowd of soldiers and believers, and no one dared to attack him. Everyone was shocked by his desperate power, and no one thought he could kill this monster.

A group of believers and soldiers together retreated to both sides, giving up a road that was enough for ten people to walk side by side between him and the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre.

Akado's steps did not stop, he ignored everyone and continued to walk towards the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre...

...

In the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre, Zarahag, who kept praying, held the cross in his hand tightly. He knew what was happening outside, and he knew about Akado who kept walking towards him.

His palms had already oozed blood because he pressed the cross too hard, and anxiety and anxiety gradually enveloped his heart...

He raised his head and stared at the cross.

"Lord, has the mission you have given me... failed?"

God did not respond to him...

"Akado is the monster you created. What is the purpose of creating such a terrible monster? Is it just to kill your believers and destroy your priests in this world? If that's the case, why do you send a saint to give us divine enlightenment? What do you want us to understand??"

When he said the last sentence, Zarahag shouted, as if questioning, his eyes were completely wet with tears.

After a moment of silence, when Zarahag thought that the gods would still be silent and not responding to him like they did in the past, some illusions suddenly appeared in front of him...

That is the illusion of the "past", and that is everything that is watched from the perspective of God...

"Only by fighting! Fighting for God! can we change all the injustice and darkness, clear and cleanse this sinful world! God will not help those who pray for help!"

On the ancient Romanian land, the young grand duke shouted and fought with another army, followed by the piercing rainforest that had Zarahag had nightmares for several days.

Time was flowing rapidly, and he saw one sacred war after another begin, blood flowing into a river, and countless innocent people died under the war of believers.

Believers are addicted to the sense of honor of defending the divine decree and are submerged in killing and death.

Then, he saw the witch hunting incident in the sixteenth century, and believers shouted and tied an innocent girl with some strange disease to the stolen rack.

Their faces were ferocious and terrifying, and the girl's eyes were filled with fear and despair, which reminded Zarahag of the girl who was sent to the concentration camp in the past.
Chapter completed!