Chapter 90: Reaping the Harvest
Chang Wei had already spotted the Little Eagle, the Royal Navy aircraft carrier of Great Britain, beginning its return journey and nearing the Palinton Sea in the Pacific.
Meanwhile, inside Crowley Palace in Britain, representatives from the Vatican and Hellsing were holding a meeting.
Second Lieutenant Schrödinger made his appearance—Millennium had officially declared war.
"It's finally happening..."
Chang Wei had long awaited this grand battle of London, Operation Sea Lion 2.0.
Wasn't coming to this insane world all for the sake of witnessing this spectacular event?
This world didn't need descending angels for salvation—it needed monsters!
The Fatty Major, representing Millennium, formally declared war against the strongest vampire who had once destroyed them—the King of Monsters, Alucard.
"We yearn for an all-out, breathtaking slaughter that will drag everything into the depths of hell."
Vatican representative Maxwell, who had been completely ignored, was immediately provoked by this.
He could not tolerate being disregarded, dismissed, and treated with such disdain—both the Vatican and himself!
Declaring war on Hellsing while ignoring the Vatican?
Humiliated and furious, Maxwell resolved to contact the Pope upon his return, seizing this opportunity to launch the Ninth Crusade. He planned to let Millennium and Hellsing weaken each other before stepping in to take control of the battlefield.
Little did he know that his reaction and psychological state had been entirely anticipated and manipulated by the Fatty Major. That fragile yet arrogant mindset—so easy to provoke...
At the same time, as the meeting concluded, Integra received a call from the Royal Navy Headquarters.
The Little Eagle had been out of contact for an extended period. Satellite positioning revealed that during the 13 hours of radio silence, the aircraft carrier had remained stationary in the Palinton Sea.
Then, upon zooming in on satellite imagery, they discovered a distinct and ominous pattern on the deck.
It was clear—this was the work of Millennium.
Great Britain had only just managed to deploy a functional warship, and if the Little Eagle was rendered inoperable, the higher-ups would lose their minds.
Before notifying Hellsing, the Royal Navy Command had already launched an attack on the Little Eagle.
Whether they intended to sink it first and salvage it later, or were trying to deceive the Queen into funding a new warship instead of renovating the palace gardens, was unclear.
However, the Magic Bullet Shooter had already taken over the Little Eagle and wasn't about to give the attacking missiles and fighter jets a chance.
With just one self-guided, trajectory-adjusting magic bullet, she intercepted the incoming strike—precisely disabling the missile warheads, causing them to detonate midair, and piercing the fuel tanks and weapon payloads of the fighter jets.
A supersonic magic bullet was an absolute nightmare for airborne targets.
Even a tiny bird could easily puncture an aircraft's layered steel armor if caught in the turbines—let alone a magic bullet moving at over Mach 3!
With the Air Force unwilling to risk further aircraft and pilots, the Royal Navy was left with no choice but to seek help from Hellsing—the experts in dealing with vampires.
Thus, Chang Wei arrived on the Little Eagle ahead of everyone else.
There wasn't much to say—Alucard would soon be here, and the plan was on track. It was only natural for Chang Wei to get a head start on reaping his rewards.
He hadn't interfered with the storyline solely for the sake of Schrödinger. Step by step, he was ensuring the cat "self-observed" its own death. That was the only way to obtain his abilities. Otherwise, given his nature, Chang Wei would have simply wiped out Millennium outright, turning the Fatty Major into a lone survivor.
Of course, if he had the means, he'd make the entire world into observers—forcing them all to witness Schrödinger's "death" and override his self-observation.
But that was merely a theoretical approach. Chang Wei wasn't willing to take that gamble.
Schrödinger's ability was the rarest and most valuable thing in this world—he had to ensure his success in obtaining it.
Only if everything else failed would he resort to such extreme measures. After all, with his level of mental control, making the whole world focus on observing one person wasn't exactly difficult.
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Lieutenant Rip van Winkle, the Magic Bullet Shooter, was humming the opera Der Freischütz.
She had already accepted her fate, knowing full well what awaited her—just like the tragic ending of The Marksman in the opera.
But she hadn't expected the one to come for her wasn't Alucard... but another monster.
"Oh, good evening, madam."
The Magic Bullet Shooter reacted instantly, firing without hesitation.
The magic bullet streaked through the air, leaving behind a silver trail as it accelerated past Mach 3 the moment it left the barrel. It twisted through an unpredictable trajectory and struck precisely where the voice had come from—
No!
It had been caught!
Her pupils shrank in disbelief as she turned to see the man.
His deep blue coat billowed in the sea breeze, yet his hair remained eerily still. He was tall, strikingly handsome, and unmistakably of Asian descent.
In his hand, he casually played with a bullet that looked like a lead ball. Wisps of white smoke curled up from it—residue from the intense friction of its high-speed flight.
To Chang Wei, Mach 3 was far too slow. He had even waited until the bullet was close before reaching out to catch it.
Using telekinesis, he carefully maintained the bullet's integrity. Otherwise, with his sheer physical strength, there was no way he could have caught a magic bullet intact—he feared that even the slightest force might crush it into dust.
"A flawlessly smooth bullet, huh? No incantations or anything?"
He examined the bullet, then glanced at the Magic Bullet Shooter and asked.
But Rip van Winkle had already recognized him. She had no idea how he had appeared here, but it was clear—this man was even more terrifying than she had imagined.
Even a monster like Alucard could only rely on his immortality to tank bullets and cannon fire. But this man had effortlessly caught a supersonic magic bullet.
The difference was obvious.
An immortal monster could be contained—trapped at the bottom of the ocean or launched into the sun.
But a bulletproof monster? Even figuring out how to subdue him was a problem!
So, the Magic Bullet Shooter chose to unleash all of her remaining magic bullets at Chang Wei.
Chang Wei remained unbothered, casually plucking the bullets out of the air like picking grapes.
None of them bore any magical inscriptions.
It seemed that this ability truly belonged to the Magic Bullet Shooter as a vampire, rather than being the result of some secret ritual.
That was perfect. He had worried it might be an external spell or technique.
"I will devour every last bit of you, Magic Bullet Shooter—your body, your flesh, your blood, your soul, your thoughts..."
Chang Wei stood up.
Behind him, the massive silver moon loomed large, casting his figure entirely into shadow.
Only a single eye gleamed—brilliant, blood-red, and thirsting for the hunt.