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Chapter 423 8 - I'm Here to Catch Up with the Black Princess

London, the capital of Great Britain, is Europe's largest city and its greatest economic center.Over two thousand years ago, the Romans founded this city, and for centuries, London has maintained immense influence in the world. From the early nineteenth to the twentieth century, as the capital of a global empire—the British Empire on which the sun never set—London became the world's largest city due to its outstanding achievements in politics, economy, culture, science, and technology.

Subsequently, due to the Second World War, the national power of the British Empire rapidly declined.

Just as the Unbreakable Union collapsed, the empire on which the sun never set finally met its sunset.

Nevertheless, London remains one of the world's largest economic hubs, a top-tier international metropolis on par with New York, a bustling and prosperous place.

However—

After a catastrophe descended, many new things appeared in this flourishing city.

For example—

Vampires.

Ghouls.

Dead Apostles.

A dense swarm of ghouls, like demons crawling from the depths of hell, writhed forward, their forms twisted and horrifying.

Behind them stood a vampire with red eyes and sharp fangs. It stared狰狞ly at a man in the distance who appeared to be one of its own kind and laughed maniacally.

"My kinsman, give me your blood!"

Clearly, this was a crazed vampire attempting to gain greater power by devouring its own kind.

Then—

It issued a command to its subordinates.

Transformed into the lowest class of vampires by an unknown power, they launched a sudden assault on the man at their master's behest.

They... no, it was facing a knight.

A stoic knight, dressed entirely in black, gazed indifferently at the creature, which was clearly not a Dead Apostle from his world.

Another worthless pawn sent to its death by some unknown power.

With the thought of simply clearing out the trash, the Black Knight gripped the demonic sword known as True Demon.

A dense, surging demonic aura erupted from the black longsword.

And then—

The very atmosphere cried out in agony.

A formless but tangible black energy, thick as rubber, burst forth, devouring everything around it like living vipers.

A series of shrill wails rang out.

But before their screams could travel far, the monsters surrounding the knight and the inferior blood-kin standing in the distance died like ants thrown into aqua regia.

The man who had caused this scene had cold, indifferent eyes, as if devoid of any light.

The black demonic sword continued to emit a strange, dark aura, complementing his grim-faced, powerful physique, making him seem like a demon from hell.

This was Rizzov-Waal Strout, the sixth of the Twenty-seven Dead Apostle Ancestors, one of the three most ancient Dead Apostles, and a guardian of Her Highness, the Princess (Altrouge Brunestud).

"Strout, we should hurry back. Making Her Highness the Princess wait is a grave sin," the White Knight, Brad, said softly from the side. He was a handsome young man.

His voice, like his face, had a certain gentleness to it. However, his true nature was the complete opposite of his appearance; he was a thorough demon.

He was the eighth of the Twenty-seven Dead Apostle Ancestors, the Black Princess's White Knight—Fina-Blood Svelten.

Strout glanced once more at the vampire, which was already thoroughly dead and about to turn to ash.

This was not the first otherworldly blood-kin to come looking for trouble.

Ever since arriving in this world, he and Brad had been investigating the situation, hoping to find a way in this unknown world to restore their master.

However, while gathering intelligence and probing the various factions, they seemed to have been targeted by someone.

The number of small fries sent to die these past few days had been endless.

"We are being targeted by people or an organization from another world," Strout said. "Until we have eliminated the threat, this is not the right time to report back."

"Tsk tsk, truly disgusting."

Brad glanced at the remains of the corpses on the ground with revulsion. Like a woman, he pinched his fingers as if trying to wave away the foul stench before him.

"How utterly nauseating. Are all the Dead Apostles from other worlds this hideous? Are there no beautiful young vampire boys or anything?"

As he voiced his dissatisfaction, the look of disdain on Brad's face intensified.

Clearly, he detested these grotesque monsters.

This feminine White Knight had a preference for handsome young boys and would not drink the blood of anyone else. Of course, every beautiful boy whose blood he consumed had been thoroughly... doted upon by him beforehand, personally experiencing what was meant by "philosophy."

Yes, he was a homosexual.

"Hmph. I have no comment on your hobbies, but do not interfere with Her Highness's important affairs."

Strout glanced at the White Knight beside him, his eyes emotionless and his tone still indifferent, but he subtly distanced himself from the pervert.

The Black Knight Strout was himself a handsome man.

It was obvious he maintained a certain degree of vigilance toward his comrade-in-arms, who was a pervert in both mind and action.

"Rest assured, Strout. I, Brad, know what must be done."

For once, Brad's tone was serious. Although he was a pervert whose mentality and behavior unnerved his comrades, he was indeed the Black Princess's most loyal follower.

To probe for information, he had even dared to impersonate the "Black Wing Lord" and go to the Vatican, wanting to see if this new world had a hostile force similar to the Holy Church.

For that, he had nearly been burned to ashes by a pillar of heavenly fire.

"For the sake of Lady Princess's safety, is our task to investigate the strength of these skulking cowards?"

Looking at the traces of the dead, the White Knight's face revealed the savagery unique to Dead Apostles. Clearly, Mister White Knight despised those who used mere cannon fodder to test their strength. If the enemy's power did not reach the terrifying level of "Michael," he would not mind joining forces with the Black Knight to slaughter every last one of them.

"That will not be necessary."

A voice, which inexplicably gave one the feeling of an immortal, rang out from the distance without any warning.

The Black and White Knights were startled, turning in near-perfect sync toward the source of the sound.

At the source was a woman from Shenzhou dressed in splendid attire, with gray hair and green eyes.

It was Fu Hua, who had previously been communicating with Kevin and had decided to clean up the Draculas in England and the Dead Apostles lingering here on his behalf. The only difference from before was that the little white-haired dumpling was no longer by her side.

"The one whom Millennium considers their true enemy is the vampire king, Alucard, not you," the Immortal, whose true purpose here was to find the Black Princess, stated her analysis calmly. "Once those fanatics officially clash with Alucard, they will pay you no mind."

This explanation first stunned the Black and White Knights, then immediately put them on high alert.

"Who are you?" the Black Knight demanded of the composed-looking Immortal.

He silently drew his demonic sword, his eyes filled with undisguised hostility.

"I am here to catch up with Altrouge," the Immortal, whose relationship with Altrouge in the future was extremely strained, said with a light smile.

"Would you two be so kind as to lead the way?"