There was only a rapidly spreading shadow.

The shadow initially turned into a thick black-red fog, like a boiling cauldron of hell, rolling constantly, and countless severed limbs could be vaguely seen surging inside.

But very quickly.

These fogs began to riot.

They began to tremble and boil, and then overwhelming amounts of plasma spurted out from them.

It was as if the door to hell had been opened, and the thick plasma rushed out of the mist like a fountain... no, it was like a tsunami.

Along with the plasma spurting out, there were also densely packed eyeballs. These scarlet eyes seemed to have self-awareness. They kept turning, observing everything around them, and flowed around along with the rush of plasma, and soon after

Quickly, countless dead bodies emerged from the sea of ​​blood.

It's as if each eyeball represents a corpse.

These corpses were not dead, but began to move as if they were alive.

They are all enemies whose blood has been sucked by Acat. Among them are not only the special soldiers from South America, vampires like Tubal Cain, but also countless victims from the Middle Ages.

Like the army of the Ottoman Empire, the army of the Principality of Wallachia, and of course countless civilians as far as the eye could see. At this moment, all these dead people emerged from the sea of ​​blood. They were not complete individuals, but

They are stuck and entangled with each other...as if they are inseparable from the rushing sea of ​​blood.

So that's it.

The death wave composed of living corpses and blood howls began to devour everything.

As the blood surged, it even set off huge waves that were dozens of meters high, filled with corpses, overwhelming everything around them.

The Crusaders from the Vatican are still on the defensive.

They tried to form a city formation, and the weapons in their hands poured out gunpowder desperately.

But such intensive attacks could only shatter the dead bodies in the front row and tear them into pieces.

But then the minced meat was wrapped in the sea of ​​blood, and it hit them hard at a height of tens of meters and at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour. It was like a huge wall made of flesh and blood, crushing them head-on.

Likewise, any struggle is doomed to be in vain.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The crusaders disappeared without even having time to utter a scream.

Of course, in the same way, there are vampire legions from the Millennium. They are also equipped with modern weapons, but whether they resist or escape, their outcome is already doomed...

That is to become a part of this huge sea of ​​blood.

Even those flying high-altitude armed helicopters dispatched by the Vatican are the same.

You must know that there are not only miscellaneous soldiers in Akat's river of death, but also vampires like Tubal Cain.

I saw cards roaring out one after another, splitting the atmosphere, piercing through these helicopters in the blink of an eye, causing them to explode into fireworks in mid-air. Even the airships higher up were also attacked and lit up with flames.

It started to flash on it, and there were obviously signs of a crash.

"What kind of monster is this guy!?"

And at this moment, Father Andrewson here couldn't help but exclaimed.

Facing this endless sea of ​​the dead, even he was unable to resist. At this moment, he could only move around on the top of the building.

"This guy……"

And who was equally moved by Andreessen was Walter.

At this moment, he was also hanging between the buildings with a steel wire, looking at the terrifying river of death below, and his stern face couldn't help but show an ugly expression: "Did this guy actually eat so many people? No wonder he can't be killed..."

"But let's put it from another perspective."

Andrewson on the other side heard Walter's words, and reacted instantly: "If you can't kill him normally, isn't now an opportunity?"

"Um?"

Walter turned to look at him and suddenly frowned: "Acat is my enemy, only I can kill him!"

"I don't care so much, I will kill him!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Andrewson doesn't care about this at all, and even Walter's hostility is completely ignored: "I am the tool of the Lord... As long as they are blasphemous monsters, I will

Want to kill!"

"you……"

"He showed up! There!"

Walter wanted to say something else, but it was a pity that Andreessen didn't give him a chance at all. He drew out two blunderbuss and rushed forward: "Close the door!!!"

"Stop!"

When Walter saw this, he quickly followed.

But as soon as he exerted force on his feet, he suddenly heard a faint sound.

"The eighth son of the island city is my name. When I move in and out, where should I squat..."

The voice was humorous but had a hint of indescribability, like some kind of blasphemous and taboo whisper. Now that Walter had eaten the golden apple, his fighting intuition was very strong, and an extremely bad feeling instantly emerged in his heart.

I saw him subconsciously looking back.

But I happened to see a figure standing on top of the tallest building in London not far away.

"That's... General Wang?"

Walter narrowed his eyes slightly and found Fang Mo standing there, holding a brown giant sword in his hand, and in front of him was a golden... toilet?

"Wait a minute, what is this guy going to do again?"

Seeing Fang Mo slowly raising the giant sword in his hand, Walter suddenly realized something: "Oops!!!"

It was an instinctive reaction that could be said to be close to panic.

Almost without thinking, Walter turned around and rushed towards Fang Mo, shooting out the steel wire at the same time, trying his best to stop him.

Unfortunately, it's still too late.

Because in the next second, Fang Mo still thrust the sword into the golden toilet.
Chapter completed!