The dark fog particles gradually faded away.

What disappeared with it was the inexplicable feeling of weightlessness.

Feeling the obvious change in the surrounding temperature, Fang Mo slowly opened his eyes and began to observe the surrounding environment with interest.

"Um……"

After looking around for a while, Fang Mo discovered that this place should be a relatively remote European town. At this moment, the sunset had already sunk to the end of the horizon, and darkness gradually enveloped the entire land.

Because his eyesight is much better than that of ordinary people, Fang Mo was not affected by the color of the sky and could clearly observe the buildings not far away. It is worth mentioning that the architectural style of this small town is very old. In addition, the distance between the buildings

It is relatively far away, and the whole place gives people a sense of the Victorian era.

If you insist on saying it.

The feeling here to Fang Mo is very similar to the Wind Knight collar.

As for where the Wind Knight Territory is... it was the place where Fang Mo killed Dio with the Joestar family in the first-generation JoJo dungeon. It was a European village in the last century.

"So this kind of place is rich in vampires, right?"

Looking at the villages and towns in front of him that were full of sight, Fang Mo couldn't help but complain.

To be honest, he kind of missed Jonathan's naivety. At any rate, he was one of the few upright gentlemen in Qiao's family. He still liked him very much, and he should go back and see them if he had the opportunity in the future.

Shaked his head.

After putting this matter on the agenda.

Fang Mo also looked up at the surrounding environment again.

The Book of Ages where I came this time said something like Hellsing in English. When translated, it probably means Song of Hell. Of course, it also has another louder name.

Royal Anglican Order.

Fang Mo was very impressed by this anime.

It is a drama that was born in ancient times. At that time, it was produced according to the rhythm of OVA. It seemed that it would take a year or more to update an episode. It was almost crazy to wait for people.

However, it is also because of the early times, and thanks to the lax review mechanism at that time, this series interprets a dark aesthetic of violence, and also has a unique style similar to classical opera.

It was a bloodbath, and each character was portrayed very well. Overall, it was very to Fang Mo's liking.

It’s just that I looked at it too early.

So much so that Fang Mo had forgotten all the general plot.

Now... he only vaguely remembers the final decisive battle in London, a three-party melee between the Crusaders, Nasty Vampires, and the population of London was almost wiped out. As for the rest, Fang Mo said that he really couldn't remember clearly.

"Where the hell did this come from?"

Fang Mo looked up at the surrounding farmland and wilderness, and subconsciously murmured: "This is still a country..."

However, the words were only half spoken.

Several vague gunshots suddenly came from not far away.

"……Um?"

Hearing this voice, Fang Mo also subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the forest behind him.

He had been in the Magnesium Kingdom of various worlds for a long time. Although it was quite hell... but to be honest, Fang Mo was almost sick from hearing the sound of gunshots, so even though the sound was blurry, he still reacted instantly.

Of course, this is also in line with the characteristics of the Book of Times.

After all, this thing is like this, often throwing itself near an important time node.

Think of this.

Fang Mo also immediately walked over there.

Soon, he walked through a meadow and entered the forest.

The trees nearby grew extremely tall, and even the pale moonlight was completely blocked, giving people an eerie and cold feeling at night. Fang Mo continued to walk forward for a distance, and found that there were many things on the ground.

Bloodstains.

"no……"

After seeing the traces around him, Fang Mo also tried hard to recall something: "Is there really such a scene in the original work?"

Thinking about returning.

Fang Mo's steps did not stop there.

So not long after, he saw a large group of densely packed figures in front of him.

These figures walked quietly through the forest, their steps staggering, their bodies twisted, and dried blood could be faintly seen on their damaged clothes. Even the air was filled with a sweet smell like rust.

"Wait, this is..."

After seeing these figures, Fang Mo frowned subconsciously.

It's a pity that while he was reminiscing here, a woman's scream suddenly came from among the crowd of figures.

"ah!!!"

Fang Mo saw this.

He also quickened his pace and took two steps in that direction.

As a result, as soon as he rushed over, he saw a lunatic priest laughing wildly over there. He looked like he was in his mid-teens, but at the moment his eyes were red and his saliva was drooling... And he was holding a woman's big penis in his left hand.

son.

"???"

Fang Mo was obviously stunned when he saw this.

This priest is unorthodox. His sexual orientation is not that of a fucking little boy?

And just when Fang Mo was having doubts, the priest opposite started to move again. With one strong force, he directly grabbed the throw and pulled the woman into his arms, then grabbed her throat with his backhand and took advantage of the opportunity.

When the opponent couldn't resist, his other hand began to gradually slide down from his chest, and finally he slowly raised a middle finger directly between the opponent's legs.

"Why the hell are you still hooking this? Didn't I travel through Hellsing?"

To be honest, Fang Mo was a little confused when he saw this scene and scratched his head: "Could this be Huangse?"

"Hahahaha!"

But before Fang Mo took out the Book of Times to confirm, for no apparent reason, the priest over there suddenly laughed ferociously: "I only want slaves, but I have no interest in creating self-aware vampires..."

"Um?"

Hearing the word vampire, Fang Mo was stunned for a moment.

At the same time, the priest over there continued to speak, and he put his mouth to the woman's ear with a somewhat crazy look on his face: "Although a woman like you will definitely not be a virgin... But just in case, it's better to

Let’s give it a try first, and then slowly suck your blood when it’s over.”

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The woman who was choked by him was so frightened that her face turned pale and her whole body was trembling.

"Don't worry, you will soon become a ghoul's partner."

The priest obviously didn't intend to let her go, and he had already begun to take off her belt: "When it's over, I'll make you my slave."

"no, do not want!"

Hearing what the other party said, the woman was obviously frightened and collapsed: "Help! No matter who it is... help me!!!"

The words just fell.

Suddenly a terrifying malice rose from a distance.

"!?"

The priest here seemed to have noticed something, and his expression suddenly changed: "...Who is it!?"

There was no response.

But the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded.

Soon after, a tall figure walked out of the shadows in the distance.

It was a tall and slender man with a red top hat on his head, a pair of brown reflective sunglasses, and a large red windbreaker that was blowing in the night wind, and even his hands were wet.

Wearing a pair of white gloves and matching the slightly raised corners of his mouth, he looked like a Victorian gentleman, funny yet elegant.

But the weird thing is...

It was clear that there was a large group of terrifying ghouls ahead.

But the other party didn't seem to care at all and was still moving forward slowly.

His shiny black leather shoes stepped on the ground, making a "click" and "click" sound, as if they were stepping on someone's heart.

"Holy shit, is it really Uncle A?"

Fang Mo, who was not far away, was obviously stunned when he saw this scene.

Others may not have remembered it themselves, but he did not forget the protagonist's clothes.
To be continued...