Chapter 93: This Moment Deserves Thunderous Applause!!!
In the waters of Great Britain, the crippled USS Eagle, with its propulsion system destroyed, was eerily moving forward.
Both the Millennium Forces and the British headquarters, monitoring the situation via satellite, were stunned. The only one unfazed was Integra—she knew Alucard would return. Nothing could stop the King of Monsters from making his way back.
Alucard had transformed the now-silent USS Eagle into a ghost ship, granting it the special ability to never be sunk. By consuming his resurrection tokens, the vessel could regenerate.
Chang Wei, upon observing this ability, found himself with yet another way to show off. He already possessed a similar trick, but he hadn't thought of using it like this before.
Then again, this had already been demonstrated when Alucard possessed the reconnaissance aircraft—where even magical bullets couldn't bring it down. So perhaps this transformation also came with enhanced defense?
Now, this ghost ship, carrying the grudges and obsessions of the dead, sailed forward in the thick mist and howling sea winds, guided by the scent of war, death, and blood.
Its progress was slow yet unwavering, the rolling waves doing nothing to shake its stability.
"The stench of death…"
Under the blazing cross at the bow, the crimson-drenched vampire lifted his head.
After enduring a humiliating and stifling trap, he finally welcomed the moment he had been waiting for—a smile of anticipation.
…
Meanwhile, Chang Wei still had a show to enjoy—one starring Integra, the head of Hellsing.
Even without Seras, she was determined to return to her headquarters. Death God Walter was tasked with escorting her back.
In the original timeline, Walter and Captain Hans Günsche had staged an elaborate deception to mislead Integra before Walter broke away to undergo his transformation into a vampire.
But now that Captain Hans was under Chang Wei's command, there was no way he could cooperate with Walter's act.
Of course, the Fatty Major wasn't about to let such a valuable piece fall out of place before his plans bore fruit.
Thus, a group of vampires ambushed Walter, successfully allowing him to escape while forcing Integra to travel alone.
But that wasn't the end of it. The vampires weren't about to let Integra go—they aimed to capture her. The Fatty Major wanted to learn more about her.
On the surface, she was just a mere human, seemingly unworthy of such attention. But the Major had two reasons: first, he was after whatever secrets she might be hiding; second, he needed to ensure she wasn't accidentally killed. Her command was the key to unleashing Alucard's full power, lifting all seals, and summoning the River of Death—a crucial piece of the puzzle!
Hounded relentlessly by the vampires, with no way to escape, Integra had no choice but to decide how she would die—by fighting to the death against them.
The problem was, as a normal human, no matter how battle-hardened she was, she was no match for vampires in close combat.
Even the legendary Van Helsing, for all his prowess, hadn't left behind any secret techniques for his descendants. Integra possessed extraordinary willpower, but at the end of the day, she was still just a mortal.
Fortunately, this was when she encountered Iscariot's Section XIII—Alexander Anderson.
Anderson admired the courage she displayed and decided to escort her back to Hellsing headquarters.
This ran counter to Iscariot's ironclad rule that all heretics and abominations must die. But Integra didn't care. She didn't even bother questioning Anderson's motives.
She had just received news of Sir Penwood's death. That cowardly, seemingly spineless man, whom she had suspected of being a traitor, had chosen a death that contradicted his timid reputation—one that was fitting of his rank and status.
At this moment, Integra was filled with both rage and helplessness.
Hellsing's trump card had walked straight into a trap, and now there was no word of him.
She had been too arrogant. Even knowing it was bait, even knowing it was a trap, she had still sent Alucard in, fully convinced that the King of Monsters could break through anything.
If Alucard had been in London, none of this would have happened.
But there was no point in showing weakness or regret—it wouldn't change anything!
"What an iron-willed woman…"
Chang Wei had seen many women before—both in person and in his memories—but someone like Integra was a first.
She would later wait for Alucard's return for thirty years, remaining a virgin to the end, never producing a Van Helsing heir. She had likely ended the bloodline for good.
The slaughter had already continued for two hours.
Suddenly, the blood mist in the sky seemed to part. Then, brilliant streams of white light ignited, reacting with the air and forming angelic silhouettes descending from above!
"Angels?"
The surviving citizens of London saw the figures in the sky and the helicopters hovering above. Believing they had been saved, they ran out from their hiding places.
Only to be met with indiscriminate gunfire!
For these were not angels of salvation.
They were angels of death.
Maxwell had declared London and all its monsters sentenced to death.
The Ninth Crusade had begun. The airborne mechanized crusaders carried out their indiscriminate massacre, exterminating everything that moved—humans, monsters, even innocent animals. Nothing was spared!
The survivors screamed in agony and despair, unable to comprehend—weren't angels supposed to save them?
"If I started handing out Daoist pamphlets here, I wonder if I could steal some followers…"
Chang Wei mused with his usual dark humor.
But doing that in this world might attract the attention of Daoist powerhouses, which wasn't worth the risk.
Besides, with only the Hellsing group left alive in London, handing out pamphlets wouldn't do much good anyway.
As the Crusaders and the vampire-werewolf forces clashed, the King of Monsters finally returned.
Originally, this was meant to be Alucard's grand entrance—a moment where all eyes would be on him as he descended from the sky.
But Chang Wei couldn't hold back anymore.
Now that everyone was in place, it was time for him to make a statement!
He moved ahead of Alucard, descending from the sky, landing right in the middle of the battlefield between the Crusaders and the vampires.
Boom!
The heavy impact of his landing drew the attention of everyone present.
"What's going on?"
"Who is he?"
Archbishop Maxwell had never seen Chang Wei before. Alexander Anderson had, but he hadn't bothered reporting it—perhaps considering it unimportant.
The Fatty Major's eyes, however, widened in shock. He had been searching for Chang Wei for a long time, but the game of hide-and-seek had ended in failure. Now, Chang Wei had appeared of his own accord.
Unlike the clueless Crusaders, the vampire forces instantly recognized him.
Both Section XIII and the Vampire King Alucard, watching from the sea, turned their attention to Chang Wei.
"Let's clean up the field first. Trash belongs in the garbage, out of the way."
Chang Wei spread his arms wide.
"Thousand Tendrils—Devour Everything!!!"
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