'Click'
Crisp footsteps fell in the basement room, and Accardo showed a sigh.
The extremely powerful magic power all over his body told him that with just one dish, he had become stronger again.
Now it would be even more difficult for him to find a human who could kill him.
'But there might be one in that restaurant...'
His thoughts have turned to the multi-world restaurant. In fact, Zhao Fuyu's previous reminder said that there would be a battle that would make him happy. He took it to heart and did not pay too much attention to it.
Because just being happy is not enough.
What he wants is a guy like the original Van Helsing, a guy who can completely nail him.
And the wet sweat on his body was something that hadn't appeared in hundreds of years.
Why do vampires sweat? Their blood is their life, so how can life evaporate the water in the circulating blood?
But this time when he tasted the food, he really sweated.
It's been a long time since I last felt like my whole body had been soaked in water, this real feeling on my skin.
"Not to mention anything else, it's really good to go there and try the food."
His eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous red light flashed, and at the next moment, the seal on the back of Akado's hand lit up, and a surge of magic power was seen, and his clothes took on a new look.
Then he ducked to the side of the person who summoned the seal.
She was a woman with a stern and even cold appearance. Under her rimless glasses, her eyes were more resolute, more indifferent, and more ruthless than those of a man. Only when she saw Accardo, the ice would slightly collide.
The woman with long blond hair flowing freely, wearing a brown men's suit, sitting on a chair, was about to light a cigarette.
"Acardo, you came a little early today."
"Are you awake so early?"
I noticed that the Vampire King was wearing a red coat. You should know that he usually did not wear coats in castles and manors, but a pure black lining.
"Ha, as you get older, you naturally sleep less."
Accardo spoke with some self-mockery, but did not answer the woman's question.
"Master, are you alive?"
There must be only one reason why the descendant of Van Helsing in front of him can summon him. There must be garbage people who can make him dispatch.
Integra van Bronk Wingates Hellsing, director of the Royal Anglican Order, head of the Hellsing family, and a member of the Round Table.
He is also the descendant of the legendary 'Vampire Hunter' Van Helsing.
Because when he was young, he competed with his uncle for the position of being the head of Hellsing, and was forced to a dead end by his uncle. Integuera's uncle injured Integuera, and Integuera's blood splashed on Accardo's body, thus awakening Accardo.
But in Integula's uncle, Accardo did not feel the aura that could kill him, nor did he feel the spiritual will of Van Helsing, so he killed him directly and recognized Integula as his own generation. Owner.
Since then, he has become the monitor of the garbage disposal class of the Royal Anglican Order.
Specializing in solving various supernatural incidents, specifically...trouble caused by vampires!
"If I didn't know you were sleeping under the castle, I would have thought you were hungry and wandering around."
Integula lit a cigarette.
Then he told a joke with an expressionless face.
"Go and get rid of all those guys in the darkness. London...can only be a hellsing London!"
Having just eaten a bowl of delicious food that he had not seen for a long time, and being able to have some physical activity again, Accardo couldn't help but show a bit of excitement, his gentle face elongated, revealing his sharp teeth.
"Honor your command."
"Master!"
Accompanied by Jie Jie's weird smile, Accardo's figure disappeared from Integra's eyes in an instant.
But the head of the contemporary hellsing did not relax his brows because he released the strongest power of his men. Instead, he had more doubts.
Akado has experienced too much, and he is also the king of vampires. If he has any secrets, Integra can understand it, and she has no intention of exploring it.
But so much vampire unrest in London would be unusual.
She has not forgotten that now is the era when gods and demons disappear. Ragnarok is irreversible, except for a group of fanatical believers in the Vatican who are still trying to summon their 'Jehovah' to come.
The rest of the myths everywhere have been replaced by modern technology.
Even if there were vampires involved, they would not continue to cause all kinds of troubles in a big city like London.
Usually, even if there are vampires that they need to deal with, most of them are in the suburbs, in places like small towns, far away from the technological crowd.
After all, vampires have very serious flaws. Once they are exposed, they will definitely not be a match for modern technology in the face of human encirclement and suppression.
'That's why...it's so frequent. '
'It's as if they are attracting us to continuously release our combat power and testing how many available troops there are in London. '
'This is... big trouble. '
Putting out the cigarette in his hand, Integra quickly made a decision. After Accardo returned, he would immediately convene a round table council that only nobles could participate in.
Today's London can no longer withstand another turmoil!
The afterglow of empire has already shrouded this old woman who has been declining since World War II.
Nowadays, the new empire on the other side of the sea is still rising, the greedy polar bears are still showing their claws on the other side of Europe, and a new red country is showing their rise.
There must never be another big problem in London!
'It appears more investigation is needed. '
Under the rimless glasses, Integra showed a very determined expression, and then pressed the bell on the table.
"Walter, please, I need to go out."
Soon, a faint voice of orders came from outside the door, and then an old British man wearing a gentleman's butler's uniform and single-rimmed glasses walked in.
"Miss, where are you going?"
Integra held his chin with his fist and thought for a moment.
"Go to mi6."
"I'm looking for intelligence files from the past few years."
"Especially a stranger coming into London."
The strangers who can be recorded by the British Intelligence Agency are naturally not simple people, but only these extraordinary guys are likely to become the source of spreading these blood-sucking garbage.
His eyes flashed sharply, and after being nodded by the butler named Walter, he quickly arranged the vehicle.
At this time, Accardo had followed a huge armored vehicle to a village where vampires were infested.
The church where people originally prayed was now covered in stinky blood and mud.
Police cars surrounded the perimeter, and countless villagers were blocked not far from the church, with horrified expressions on their faces.
Only Accardo, wearing a red coat, stood out among these people.
And he also smelled the aroma of blood flowing in the air.
Looking up at the moonlight rising not far away, it seemed that it was also coated with a layer of red light.
"The show is about to begin!"
Under the surprised gaze of the police, Accardo stepped across the cordon and slowly walked towards the church.
There were a large number of police officers, but no one thought of stopping...
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