Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"Those are cool glasses, can I borrow them?"

Richard Landau reached out to grab Turing's glasses, but Turing nimbly dodged it.

The children who survived the plane crash were pushed into the church by Farah, where they huddled together to avoid the wind and snow.

These eight children come from diverse backgrounds: some are the children of business tycoons, some are apprentices freely adopted by an old professor, and some are the legitimate sons of a cult leader in Amerigo Vespucci who enjoys autonomy.

"Don't touch it, it'll be a problem if it gets dirty."

Turing Steve, clutching the glasses his mentor had custom-made for him, sat on a stack of books, his eyes wary.

"You're so stingy, can't I just borrow it for a bit?"

Seeing that Turing was determined not to take off his glasses, Richard pouted unhappily. "Haven't you heard President Abel say that sharing is a virtue?"

Turing gave him a cold glare, his tone laced with disdain: "You talk as if you know President Abel all the time."

"Do you think you know a lot about this?"

"certainly!"

Turing pulled out the book that was sitting under his bottom.

Three Hundred Years of Amerigo Vespucci

He quickly flipped through the thick pages, his movements practiced and confident, clearly demonstrating his thorough knowledge of the book, which was so heavy it could be propped up on a stool.

"Abel was the sixteenth president of Amerigo Vespucci. He was an upright, kind, honest man, and also a brave and skilled warrior!"

Turning to the page bearing the title "Honest Abel," a portrait of a man with a thick beard is prominently displayed before the children.

The life story of Abel Lincoln—a passionate and honest ferryman, a punctual postmaster, and an upright and logical lawyer—is presented to the children one by one.

But the most important item was highlighted in bright red:

Black Saviour, Vampire Hunter, Honest Abel.

Richard stared intently at the book Turing had pulled out, his gaze gradually becoming focused and mesmerized.

Like all pampered young men, Richard never liked reading, especially dry history books.

However, the story of "President Abel" is a legend that every boy, regardless of his skin color, has heard.

Two hundred years ago in Amerigo Vespucci, before the North and South were unified...

On that vast land, the myriad spirits beneath the soil and the ghosts transformed from countless dead souls ravaged the uncivilized wilderness.

The whole of Amerigo was shrouded in ignorance, outdated and conservative, with no freedom whatsoever.

At that time, there were bloodthirsty and terrifying Native Americans, shamans skilled in dark voodoo, and all sorts of fearsome supernatural beings.

Of course, the most oppressive thing was the rule of countless slave owners and vampires in the southern states.

In their shadow, many Southerners were born merely tools for planting cotton or other crops, with no human rights whatsoever.

Until one day, a lawyer whose mother died at the hands of a vampire angrily picked up an axe.

"Vampires must die, just as slavery must be abolished."

After this lawyer made these remarks while running for Congress, a fierce civil war broke out between the North and South of Amerigo Veterans.

The story of Abel, a former lawyer and congressman, who personally carried an axe and a rifle loaded with silver bullets to the battlefield, has resonated throughout the land of Amerigo Vespucci.

Although he was a mortal, the axe in his hand cleaved the shackles binding the blood slave and severed the neck of the plantation vampire.

Though he was a mortal, the rifle on his back blasted open the mine gates that forced black slaves to endless labor, and shot silver bullets into the foreheads of those pale-skinned demons.

Abel, the vampire hunter, the man who cleaved through the decaying Amerigo Vespucci and led him to freedom, remains a legendary figure who sparks the imagination even a century later.

Some say that he might not be an ordinary person either, otherwise how could he fight against countless demons and remain unharmed?

But in the end, Abel was assassinated in front of the opera house and fell in a pool of blood, and everyone felt deep sorrow for this human hero.

"Well? I know President Abel better than you do, don't I?"

After Turing finished reading Abel's biography, he looked smugly at Richard, who was listening intently.

Richard paused for a moment, a hint of shyness flashing across his face, but he finally nodded sheepishly: "You... do know more."

Then, his gaze fell on the book, and he said hesitantly, "If you won't lend me your glasses, could I borrow that book to look at?"

"Of course, as President Abel said, knowledge does not diminish when shared..."

"I want to watch it too! I want to watch it too!"

The children gathered around, and before they knew it, they had formed a small circle, huddling together for warmth in the cold wind.

……

boom!

Mina and Kong Jiu were both sent flying by a heavy axe.

The blood threads drawn from Mina's body by blood magic connected to Kong Jiu, protecting his unconscious body and keeping the two inseparable.

But she herself crashed into the church wall, spitting out a stream of dark red blood.

The black dress was torn to shreds by countless knife wounds, and the black umbrella that gleamed with a ghostly light had several bullet holes. Combined with the bloodstains all over Mina's face, she looked miserable and wretched.

"Abel, what are you doing?"

Winchester frowned and spoke to the bearded man beside him, his tone clearly showing his displeasure.

Born into a family of alchemists, Winchester fought alongside the living Abel in his early years and knew his bravery and fearlessness.

But this former comrade-in-arms, whether out of a sudden playful impulse or for some other reason, has yet to kill the two blood descendants.

Abel, with his long axe in hand, remained silent.

It was a long-handled axe, with a wooden handle over half a meter long and a huge grayish-white blade, exuding a faint sense of power.

"She's strange."

Abel's axe hung limply to the ground, his expression somewhat listless. "The smell of blood on her is so faint it's almost undetectable. Is this girl really a vampire?"

Winchester frowned even more deeply, noticing that the blood-related scent on the blood-descent couple was almost nonexistent.

But she didn't care at all.

A bloodline that can make deals with demons and is a Warp Walker, even if it tries to suppress its desire to drink human blood, can never be a good person.

"I know you don't like indiscriminate killing and you like to get to the bottom of things, but if you don't want to kill her, at least knock her out first, right?"

Winchester glanced at Farah, who was pinned to the snow by his psionic powers, and complained.

At this moment, Farah was pinned to the snow by a blue-green psionic energy, unable to move at all.

His encounter with Winchester lasted only two matches:

In their first encounter, Farah attempted to cast a spell, but Winchester easily neutralized the spiritual power she released.

In their second encounter, he was knocked to the ground by a psychic slap and pinned down.

With Farah's mediocre, near-D-level psionic strength, any move he makes in front of a B-level psionic is like being toyed with by a child.

"Are you in a hurry, Winchester?"

Abel sighed helplessly and threw the axe behind him.

Click.

With a soft click, the gray axe was attached to an extended wooden handle, instantly transforming into a two-handed weapon.

"By the way, how old are you now?"

Abel, holding up his axe, looked at Mina and said...

"Hiss hiss~"

Mina held Kongjiu protectively in her arms, baring her teeth and revealing sharp canines. Her eyes were fierce like those of a wounded wild beast, defiant like an excited animal, and her body trembled slightly.

Abel frowned, then turned to look at Winchester, a hint of hesitation on his face.

"Are you sure this girl is really a vampire? She looks like a modified little girl, like a cat."

"Knock him out first," Winchester said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Alright, don't forget to take me to a tavern in this era for a drink afterward. I don't work for free."

Abel sighed, took a step, and approached Mina step by step.