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Chapter 121 Ascending to Heaven
As Gawain spoke these words, the last trace of humanity in the eyes of the giant demonic serpent hovering in the air was about to be devoured by its frenzied desire for destruction, and the aura emanating from its body was visibly growing stronger.

"No, I haven't taken revenge on the Vatican yet, and I haven't killed Alucard."

Suddenly, a large bulge appeared inside the body of the serpent, which was radiating a dark aura. Dio, with his naked upper body, struggled to crawl out of it. The madness and obsession flashing in his eyes terrified everyone who saw this scene.

For example, in the Vatican, Pope Francis and the cardinals were starting to panic.

I wonder what heinous things the previous popes did that made a descendant of the thirteen departments of the Papacy from eight hundred years ago still hold a grudge to this day.

But this has nothing to do with us.

They exchanged pained glances, made the sign of the cross, and hoped that God would bless them—no, He should bless the citizens of London so that they could get through this ordeal.

"call"

The Londoners, now burdened with this blame, are incredibly nervous, fearing that, just like in a video game, after the villain who sought to destroy London was defeated in the first phase, a second phase would emerge.

Fortunately, this dramatic turn of events did not ultimately occur.

Because at the BPRD headquarters, the silver cross they obtained from Father Pucci's corpse, engraved with the Latin letters of the thirteen dioceses, suddenly released an incomparably holy, blazing white light, breaking through numerous obstacles in an instant, flying into the air, and hovering in front of Dio.

Chime! ! !
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, one after another, phantoms of members of the Thirteenth Division of the Holy See, each with a different appearance and attire but all wearing the same cross on their chests, appeared. They looked at Dio, who was struggling in agony within the body of the demonic serpent, and sighed.

Finally, led by a middle-aged priest in a black priestly robe, they all stretched out their hands and placed their palms on the enormous body of the demonic serpent. At that moment, an incomparably dazzling white light flashed in the sky.

Sizzle, sizzle——

The serpent raised its head and let out a defiant roar. Under the light, a large amount of terrifying black energy rose from its body.

In the end, only Dio remained, reverting to human form, a semi-transparent soul body.

"Mommy, Pucci"

He ignored Gao Wen, who was not far away and silently watching everything that had just happened, and instead turned his gaze to two of the phantoms, his eyes flashing with complex emotions and resentment.

But finally, looking up at his translucent palm, Dio exhaled, his expression returning to calm, as if genuinely repentant. He looked at Gawain not far away and said, "Considering you didn't take advantage of the situation to completely devour my consciousness with Apophis's dark power, I can tell you something. Although my plan to destroy London wasn't entirely successful, Alucard is about to wake up. My vampire powers were given to me by him; I can sense it. So, pray that you yourselves survive in the end, Englishmen!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dio's soul glowed and rose into the sky along with the phantoms around him.

Gawain remained silent after hearing his words, while the Londoners on the ground stared blankly at the scene.

Most of them did not know who Accardo was, and could not even understand the Latin Dio was speaking.

But this demon, who had killed at least tens of thousands of people in London, seemed to be about to ascend to heaven after his death.

Everyone was completely bewildered.

No, is this reasonable?!
Even when a priest recited the story from the Gospel of Luke about Jesus forgiving a wicked robber, many believers inevitably felt confused. Even more confused were the British high command in the makeshift command center.

These ordinary people didn't know who Alucard was, but they did—he was the vampire king who had nearly wiped out the entire thirteen departments of the Holy See!

"It's over, London is over, Great Britain is over."

The atmosphere in the command room grew increasingly cold, and no one was willing to speak.

Folklorist Locke Holmes, who had been allowed to appear in the command room because his previous suggestions had been effective, cleared his throat and reminded everyone, "Gentlemen, Lord Gawain is still here. Shouldn't we hurry up and ask him for help?"

"correct."

The group, whose minds had gone blank from the shock of the news, finally came to their senses and realized that there was a powerful patron right in front of them.

A dozen minutes later, inside Buckingham Palace, which had not suffered much damage, Gawain, as the hero who saved London and even the whole of Britain, received the most grand reception.

Even the old King Charles, who had already woken up, summoned his second son, Prince Harry, whom he had never been particularly fond of, who had had red hair since birth, to serve Lord Gawain and be ready to be at his beck and call at any time.

"No need for that, everyone."

Despite the far more lavish food at the banquet than in their time, and the presence of beautiful noblewomen all around him, Gawain didn't give them a second glance.

He stood in the magnificent hall, looking at the British nobles and officials before him, utterly devoid of chivalry and desperately trying to curry favor with him. His expression was polite yet tinged with a hint of aloofness, and he said softly:
“I have learned a lot from the owner of this body. Although the kingdom in this land is no longer the Britain of the past, there are still many of my king’s subjects living here. Therefore, I think my king will be willing to protect you.”

Great! ! !
Upon hearing this, all the high-ranking British officials at the banquet, including King Charles and Prime Minister Rishi Sunak, felt a sense of relief, but they did not show it on their faces. Instead, they bowed slightly and continued to listen respectfully.

Sure enough, after making that promise, Gawain didn't beat around the bush and stated his demands directly:

"Since that battle, our king has been sleeping in Avalon. Therefore, I want you to build temples and statues of our king in every city in England, and to praise them day and night, so that he may awaken soon."

"No problem, Mr. Gawain."

Faced with the threat of national annihilation, there was no need for discussion on this matter; Charles readily agreed without hesitation.

They then looked at Gawain expectantly, wondering how he would help them solve this big problem of Alucard—whether he planned to go alone or call on the other members of the Knights of the Round Table.

At this moment, a smile appeared on Gawain's usually gentle and refined face, and he said something that surprised everyone:

“Alucard appeared in this world during the last celestial conjunction. He’s not a bad person. I happen to know him. I’ll advise him to leave this place and find somewhere else to sleep.”

"ah??!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked puzzled.

(End of this chapter)