Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Dark clouds in the evening covered the sky over the entire city of Colma.

The desolate crow's cries at night could be heard from time to time in the sky above the city amid the continuous rain.

A tall white man with a black cloak, a high-collared robe, a large felt hat on his head, and one or two tufts of black hair exposed in his ears, walked into this city located on the border of Rockfield and Lewis states.

The gloomy weather and raindrops made all the pedestrians on the road lower their heads and hurriedly walked back to their homes.

This made them unaware that the black-haired man walking shoulder to shoulder with them was spotless and not stained by any rain when he was walking in the rain.

The wide streets were silent and hurried. In this damn weather, everyone no longer had the idea of ​​talking loudly in the past.

However, like all cities in the United States of America in this era, no matter how bad the weather outside is, there are always some fun-seeking people who want to enjoy the fun day and night.

When the black-haired man pushed open the thick wooden door of a civilian bar in the city, an extremely familiar noise suddenly appeared around him.

"Look at those nasty Yankees, they want to increase the cotton tax on us southerners again!"

"Oh my God! These damn greedy factory owners!"

"Yes, they don't know why they are crazy!"

"Do those idiots in Washington really want those lowly slaves to take our jobs?"

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In an environment of speech controlled by black slave farmers in southern states.

The typical roars common to people in the southern states over the past few years, as well as the pungent smell of tobacco in the hall and the smell of poor-quality perfume from the waitresses, spread wantonly in the bar.

Ignoring the commotion around him, the black-haired white man took off the big felt hat on his head, revealing a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes of life.

He walked directly to the bar, threw out a few American banknotes, and exchanged them for a small barrel of ale.

Then he picked up another cup, walked silently to the quietest corner of the bar, and sat down quietly.

"wipe!"

He lit the ancient pipe in his hand with a match, and drank ale alone in the corner of the bar, puffing away at the smoke.

Unlike most people in the bar, who were taking the lead of a few hecklers and beating the rhythm of songs and scolding the Yankees, the black-haired man was too silent when he appeared, but his seemingly tall and strong body was

Extraordinarily eye-catching.

It even aroused the vigilance of some local gang spies in the bar.

However, before the spies could test him, a man with old clothes and bloodshot eyes had already stepped forward.

"Dear Sir, I am Howard Philip."

"A popular writer!"

Compared with those eyes full of doubts and scrutiny, this guy in shabby clothes looked at the tall black-haired white man with such fervent eyes, it was as if he was seeing the savior.

"oh?"

"It seems like you know who I am?"

The black-haired white man took a sip of ale and leaned lazily on his chair with his pipe in his mouth.

"Yes, if I guess correctly."

"You are Fan Hai..."

Before Howard could finish his words, the lazy-looking man in front of him suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person, and a silver light visible to the naked eye flashed past his eyes.

Then, Howard felt like he was facing a tiger, no, he was facing an existence a thousand times more terrifying than a tiger, and his hair stood on end.

"Which faction are you from?"

"How do you know me?"

All the surrounding images were blurred, and only the image of the black-haired man in front of him was clear.

Moreover, his voice roared in Howard's ears like thunder, causing Howard to answer directly without realizing it.

"The ancient rhinestone pattern on the big felt hat, the round cross badge at the corner of the high collar, and the wild lily pattern at the base of the cloak."

"Plus, you entered the bar on a rainy night, but you're extremely dry!"

Howard dared to say that he had never spoken so fast in his life.

"Sir, I wrote the legendary story "The Right Hand of God" about you."

"At that time, I specifically checked your clothing and appearance."

After working on it for a long time, he turned out to be his senior admirer!

After waking up from the Holy City of Vatican City in the Kingdom of Obaro, he has been in the United States of America for three years. In the secular society, he has indeed seen many people who described his killing of vampires.

Stories and legendary biographies of Count Dracula's great achievements.

"300 Years Later", "The Legend of Van Helsing", "Once Upon a Time in the Blood"... He had read them all one by one when he was bored during his journey to find the dark cave.

Looking back now, I felt a little shy about bragging about myself in those books!

Moreover, Van Helsing was particularly impressed by the book "The Right Hand of God" mentioned by Howard, because he had read this book, and there were not many magical changes in the books describing his achievements.

The most realistic and historical book.

The description of his appearance in that book was indeed the attire he most commonly used when hunting monsters, and it was also the outfit he wore now.

"Oh, it's you!"

Van Helsing's tone calmed down, and he leaned back, half lying on the chair again.

Howard, who was a year ago, also instantly felt that the "Tiger" in front of him had turned into a human again, and everything around him had returned to normal.

The mental shock just now did not make him feel frightened.

Howard took a careful look around and found that people in the surrounding bars were still enjoying themselves. Even the local gang spies turned their attention away from him, and he felt even more surprised.

"Great Master Demon Hunter, I need your help!"

Thinking of the secrets and evil his friends encountered, the more powerful the "savior" in front of him was, the better. Howard Philip couldn't wait to speak.

"Three years ago, my friend wrote to me and told me."

"Ever since he found a book from his dead grandfather's belongings, his body has become stronger and stronger, but the number of serfs in his manor has inexplicably decreased one by one..."

"A month ago, he wrote to me for the last time and told me that when he woke up one night, he looked at his slave manor not far outside Colma and found that it was full of eyeballs and carrion...

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"Then he was never heard from again."

"When I came here, I found that he had disappeared, and the manor he mentioned."

"All the livestock died of illness, and the water sources were polluted..."

As Van Helsing listened, he felt that the place Howard mentioned was almost 80% similar to the "dark cave" he was looking for.

Characteristics such as eyeballs and carrion, livestock disease deaths, and water pollution are almost consistent with the ecological distortion caused by the dark power that flows out after the seal of the dark magic cave begins to break!

"Stop talking so much. Do you have any evidence?"

Thinking that his purpose of traveling to the New World might be accomplished, Van Helsing suddenly lost his original lazy look. He sat up straight, stared directly into Howard's eyes, and interrupted his words.

"Indeed!"

Howard was not angry when he was interrupted. He just paused and looked around carefully.

After realizing that everyone around them was still completely ignoring them, he more carefully took out a wooden box wrapped in gauze from his arms.

"This was my friend three years ago, before most of the weirdness and evil happened."

"Sent to me, part of the book he found his grandfather."

"It's just that I burned it with fire under the advice of a wandering priest years ago!"

As he spoke, Howard slowly opened the gauze on the box.

At this time, Van Helsing smelled that what had been soaked in the gauze was the specialty of the new Holy Lord branch "Holy Lord Protestantism" after falling out with his old employer Vatican City 1,500 years ago.

"Holy Water No. 7".

It was a unique, onion-like, extremely pure smell of holy power.

There was a sound of "pop!"

Under Howard's control, the box was completely opened.

An extremely twisted and evil aura soared into the sky, causing all the lights in the entire bar to dim in an instant...

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At the same time, Lin Miaoshan, who looked more mature and mentally determined than three years ago, appeared in the room of a local gangster in Colma City.

"Is that there?"

"That's right, Taoist priest."

A "white man" with soft facial features who belonged to the Taiping Association's external affairs department took out two completely different photos from a black-and-white photo developing machine on the table and handed them to Lin Miaoshan.

"Ever since the main controller behind the Rum Railway Group, the patriarch of the Brown family, appeared in this manor once."

“That’s what it turned out to be!

In the first photo, although the naked appearance of the black slaves working in the fields was a bit eye-catching, it can still be seen that it was a farm with fertile soil and vigorous vitality.

The second photo is completely different.

The farmland has been transformed into a land covered with thick water that would make an ordinary person feel nauseous, with densely packed eyeballs swimming like tadpoles in the thick water of the earth.

The working black slaves turned into a dark-brown monster with only one horn and a mouth, constantly catching eyeballs in the thick water and devouring...