Chapter 139

"Unreasonable!!"

Vatican, Papal Court, Holy Order Headquarters.

With a bang, in the solemn and solemn meeting hall, a cardinal slapped the table hard, looking at the several documents scattered on the table, his eyes full of anger.

"Damn vampire, actually so rampant, and dares to blaspheme the majesty of the Son of God, simply unforgivable, deserves to die!"

"His Excellency the Bishop is right! Vampires should indeed die!"

"Can't let him continue to be arrogant!"

"Abominable Dracula, this kind of evil and low-down dark creature should go to hell!"

"Vampires are originally the minions of the devil. Wouldn't it be too cheap for him to go to hell?"

"That's right! Should be caught back to the Church, tortured in holy water every day, and then take his head off to use as a chamber pot!"

"Well said! I want to sit too!"

In the hall, after listening to the cardinal's scolding, a group of members of the Holy Order immediately echoed, each person's face was filled with righteous indignation, occasionally slapping the table, asking about the female relatives of Dracula's ancestors for eighteen generations, and incidentally studying Dracula's 108 ways to die.

However, seeing this scene, the cardinal was expressionless. When the exchange reached its peak, he said lightly.

"It seems that everyone thinks Dracula is unforgivable, so is there any knight who is willing to volunteer to go to London to behead his minions, and then go to Romania to solve him?"

As soon as the words fell, the originally noisy hall was silent, and those knights who were discussing fiercely all sat back in their chairs silently, their eyes either drooping or looking at the sky, each looking confused, as if they had fallen asleep.

There was no help for it; this was really not that they were cowardly, but that Dracula was too powerful.

As a vampire whose existence time could not be examined, Dracula's head was at the top of the hunting list of the Holy Order, but after so many years, let alone successfully beheading the other party, even slightly hurting him was difficult to do.

Especially more than four hundred years ago, the Church had organized a Holy Crusade to crusade against Dracula's Blood Castle, but the result was heavy casualties.

Many powerful demon hunters fell in that battle, causing the Church not to recover for a long time, which allowed a large number of dark creatures to get rest and recuperation, becoming more and more rampant on this continent.

Therefore, for Dracula, the Church and the Holy Order, although extremely hateful, were also very fearful in their hearts.

If it was just verbally asking about the other party's relatives, it was fine. If it was really serious, eight or nine out of ten people qualified to sit here would choose to play deaf and dumb.

After all, a job with only a few hundred euros a month, there is really no need to risk one's life.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, the cardinal couldn't help but snort coldly.

He knew it would be like this, and at the same time, he sighed in his heart, with this bunch of insects who only know how to fish in troubled waters, how can the Church be run well? In the end, it still has to rely on me!

"Where is Fan Haixin! Why didn't he come to the meeting!"

Just at this moment, the cardinal's gaze swept across the hall, but he didn't see the figure that gave him the most headache and trust, so he looked at the bearded knight sitting on his left hand and asked him.

"Ah this..."

Facing the bishop's sharp gaze, the bearded knight felt great pressure. After a long while, he replied helplessly: "Reporting to the Bishop, Fan Haixin accepted a mission the day before yesterday. The target is a mutant with the code name 【Dr. Jekyll】. As for now... it seems he is on his way to London."

"London? That's a coincidence."

The cardinal narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes flashing with incomparably complex brilliance, and finally sighed and said.

"Let the London branch find a way to notify Fan Haixin, let him put aside the Dr. Jekyll matter, and find the vampire named Edward first.

After solving him, go to Romania. No matter what method is used, Dracula must disappear from this world!"

Speaking of this, he added: "In addition, tell Fan Haixin that this is a test given to him by the Lord. If he can complete this mission, maybe he can recall the forgotten memories..."

Hearing this, the members of the Holy Order couldn't help but look at each other, and finally everyone stood up, right fist hitting their chest, and saluted the bishop: "Follow your orders."

London, suburban forest, two figures running in the night.

Among them, the figure fleeing in front was a humanoid creature nearly three meters tall, with a strong physique and lush hair, like a legendary troll.

However, if one could see the expression on the other party's face, they would find that his expression was full of panic and fear, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Just at this moment, only a swoosh sound was heard, and the figure falling behind accelerated suddenly, kicking the troll's back.

The huge power erupted violently, making the troll fly out like a cannonball, smashing seven or eight big trees directly before landing on the ground.

"Roar roar roar————!!!"

Suffering this, the troll felt that he had broken several bones. Pain overwhelmed his reason, and also made him muster the courage to choose to counterattack, roaring and waving his fists, hitting the little white face who was chasing him relentlessly.

Bang————!!!

Another dull sound, and the troll flew out backward at a faster speed than before, and that arm was also blown up directly.

Under the intense pain, the troll immediately screamed for mercy and expressed his willingness to be a cow or a horse for the little white face, only hoping that the other party would give him a chance to go through fire and water.

Rumble————

Bright red flames fell violently, drowning the troll's screams in the explosion.

A few minutes later, the flames extinguished automatically, and everything inside turned into scorched earth. With the blowing of the night wind, it disappeared without a trace.

"Humph! Growing so ugly, and still wanting to be my subordinate, don't even look at what level you are."

Zheng Zha twisted his wrists, looked at the scorched black marks on the ground with a face full of disdain, and was thinking about whether to go to the Church again tonight to make trouble, so as to push the process, when Wu Xian's chuckle sounded in his mind.

【No need to go, the fish has already taken the bait】

"Hmm?!"

Zheng Zha's expression condensed, and then he also noticed a special aura hidden in the surroundings, hurriedly turning to look at a dark shadow.

Da! Da! Da———

The sound of boots stepping on the ground sounded, and then under the moonlight, a figure walked out of the shadow... tall, strong, wearing a black windbreaker, wearing a black mask and a black hat late at night, clearly not a good person.

However, such an image fell into Zheng Zha's eyes, but it made him feel pleasantly surprised.

Just because this was exactly the appearance of the male lead "Fan Haixin" in the movie "Fan Haixin"!

(End of chapter)