Britain.
On the outskirts of London, the capital, stood a mysterious black castle steeped in history.
Its surroundings were enclosed by tightly secured iron fencing.
Inside lay vast, level lawns, yet not a single tree could be seen.
This was the headquarters of the Royal Order of Protestant Knights.
The private property of the Hellsing family.
There had not been many guards in the past.
But ever since the vampire attack incident,
an Army infantry company of one hundred and thirty men had been stationed here.
After all, the members of the Round Table Conference were all high-ranking military and political figures.
"I never thought even you couldn't get into their base."
In the cold, stone-filled conference room, Integra had a cigarette between her lips, her face full of surprise.
She had just finished listening to Alucard recount what had happened in Ireland.
However, Alucard had deliberately left out the matters concerning alchemy and the magic circle.
"Their technology has reached an inconceivable level. It's like science fiction movies have become reality."
Alucard recalled the beams fired from the Prism Towers and sighed deeply.
"So our military is no match for them at all." Integra's mood grew heavy.
What she had been considering was how to help Britain resist the invaders.
But now, it seemed impossible.
Unless—unless she let the Vampire King before her go on a slaughterous rampage, or deployed Nuclear Weapons across the board!
Although every country's satellite systems had now been seized by the enemy,
fortunately, Nuclear Weapons did not rely on satellite navigation or networks.
They primarily used inertial guidance systems, with accuracy deviations that could be kept within two hundred meters.
For a nuclear explosion, that was practically negligible.
That was why the major powers, Britain included, could still remain calm for now.
At worst,