A few minutes earlier.
Just as Fang Mo had unleashed a great wave of filth and Walter fled in panic.
On the battlefield not far away, Anderson also noticed the strange changes around them. Even Alucard frowned.
"Is this stuff... shit?"
Alucard stood atop a building, looking down at the sea of decay below. As the stench in the air grew ever more pungent, he could not help but fall into confusion. "Why is so much filth suddenly appearing here? Was that guy behind this again?"
Having seen some of Fang Mo's methods before.
Alucard knew that this inconceivable scene was very likely Fang Mo's doing.
But honestly, even knowing that Fang Mo had created this filth, Alucard still could not understand what the point was. He was completely baffled.
"Was he just trying to disgust people?"
Alucard frowned, pondering the reason behind such a move. "Or... was he just trying to dirty these corpses so I would not have the chance to drink their blood?"
Just as he was thinking about it.
A figure suddenly charged toward him at high speed from nearby.
"Uaaahhh, amen!!!"
Before the figure even arrived, that voice filled with faith and madness had already reached him. Then several streaks of light whistled straight toward his face.
"Hmm?"
Alucard reacted instantly, raising his gun and firing, shattering each of the gunblades thrown at him.
By the time all the gunblades had exploded, Father Anderson had already rushed over, gripping two gunblades and thrusting them straight at Alucard.
Alucard did not back down. If anything, he was unusually delighted at the moment, the smile never leaving his face. He pulled out a medieval Broadsword from somewhere and began fighting him in close combat, blade striking blade and sending sparks flying.
But the very next moment, Alucard