There Are Eight Million Warriors in Her Room

The church in Sleepy Hollow!

It's called a church, but it's really just a large wooden house filled with benches, with Cross hanging on the walls and painted white.

Oh, and there's a white fence around it, and weeds that no one takes care of, which the mayor says are naturally growing green belts.

The mayor, his face bandaged to conceal his bruised and swollen nose, wore a solemn black priest's robe and pretended to read from the Bible. Because there was no post-production dubbing and the lip movements didn't match, no one knew what he was saying.

That's right, the mayor is also the priest of Sleepy Hollow, and he holds almost every title in the town.

His purpose was self-evident, and as for the result... just think about how the townspeople viewed him as a scourge, and you'll know he's already a successful person.

In front of the church, the Headless Knight was bound in shackles and had thick iron chains around his wrists. He was thrown into a newly dug pit by the Werewolf warriors and physically sealed.

The Headless Knight is no longer relevant; his impressive martial arts skills and Immortal Body of stagnation in the countryside. And that was in the 18th century. In the 21st century, he would only be a subject of study.

Ultimately, it comes down to outdated equipment. Looking at the weapons of Ghost Rider generations, it's easy to see that only by keeping up with the times can one avoid being eliminated.

"Father, is this how you suppress the Headless Knight?"

The mayor felt it was a bit unreliable, but as a fake priest, he dared not question the real priest Russell too much, for fear of revealing his secret if he said too much.

"Of course, the church is the town's yang energy... cough cough, I mean the place closest to the Lord. If you put Cross on the Headless Knight's grave and have someone read the Bible to him every day, it can suppress him for at least several hundred years."

Russell sighed deeply as he said this, "But this is only a temporary solution, not a permanent one. Without the Headless Knight, there might just be a Handless Horseman."

The mayor's expression changed slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Father, is there any way to completely eradicate the source of evil?"

No wonder the mayor is so worried. Because of the appearance of the Headless Knight, his revenue has been declining year by year. He is getting less and less each year, so much so that he is tossing and turning and can't sleep.

"To tell you the truth, I suspect there's a Wizard in town, Headless Knight is his puppet used to kill for profit."

"Wizard! A puppet who kills for profit!"

Upon hearing this, the mayor's eyes lit up, but then he suddenly saw Russell's amused gaze and broke out in a cold sweat. "It wasn't me, I'm not that Wizard."

Russell said disdainfully, "I know it wasn't you. If you had Headless Knight as a puppet, you would have become mayor long ago."

The mayor nodded awkwardly, but in his heart he was unconvinced. If he really Headless Knight as a henchman, he could start as a prime minister.

"Father, can you help me get rid of the Wizard?"

After the mayor finished speaking, he saw Russell lost in thought and cursed him under his breath for being hypocritical. He then took out a bag of gold coins from his sleeve and handed it over.

Russell accepted the gold coins, tossed them around, and hid them in his sleeve, actually storing them in his Space Ring before continuing his daydreaming.

"Father?"

"..."

The mayor tugged at Russell's sleeve, slightly annoyed. "How could you be so shameless before the Lord?"

"Do not hurt others with your words before the Lord. I have heard that whoever captures the Headless Knight will receive a reward, so the gold coins just now were rightfully mine."

Russell's words made a lot of sense. After thinking for a moment, the mayor reluctantly took out a stack of banknotes with a seated image of the goddess Britain on them and said bluntly, "That's all. If you still think it's not enough, I'd rather not arrest the Wizard."

"Mayor, I am not a greedy person. I accept money because it is earned through my labor. I would never take advantage of the situation to extort money." After saying this, he was still lost in thought.

The mayor was furious. "What else do you want?"

"Horses, maps, and... do you know anything about vampires?"

The next day, Russell and his party mounted their horses and headed to a nearby city.

Finding a Wizard without Magic Power would be too time-consuming, Russell, not wanting to be a famous detective, gave the mayor a suggestion: Place two guards, one in the light and one in the shadows, at the church. Whoever is wandering around the graveyard in the dead of night, or trying to dig up the Headless Knight for a sunbath, is the Wizard.

Even if that's not the case, following this pattern, the fear of harming the rats will prevent the Wizard from acting rashly, and at least ensure the town's safety for fifty years.

As for fifty years from now...

Honestly, the Headless Knight is better off staying in bed. He already has a revolver, what's he doing out here!

Paris!

The city was deathly silent at night, with dark Gothic buildings everywhere, complementing the dark background of the world and making one feel as if this were the center of the world.

"Sir, why are we in Paris?"

Lucian looked constipated. Less than two days after leaving Sleepy Hollow, the group had arrived in Paris, even though it wasn't marked that way on the map.

"Don't overthink it, just get used to it. This world is far more absurd than you imagine."

Russell said it wasn't a big problem, just like playing a video game. You save a girl, thinking she'll belong to you forever, but then 8 million warriors come and go from her room...

Oops, I misspoke!

Just like playing a video game, after leaving that girl's room, he took only a couple of steps before entering a dark, dense forest, and no one seemed to find anything wrong with it.

With its dark and fantastical world view, interspersed with various fairy tales, myths, and folk tales, it's a miracle that such a world hasn't exploded. Lucian's insistence on illogicality is ridiculous. If things were truly logical, humanity would have been wiped out long ago.

Only newbies pay attention to details; veteran players are thinking about what storylines will be triggered.

"Father, will we encounter the Ripper?" Michael asked excitedly.

"Although there is a hundred-year time difference, it is not impossible..." After all, the morals of the mixed world are questionable. As Russell thought this, he wondered if it was possible that he would run into the Grim Reaper.

If you encounter him, should you kill him immediately, or wait and see before killing him?

Russell lowered his head to ponder, completely unconcerned about the suspicious glances from passersby, especially Amelia and Selene, two radiant goddesses in black leather outfits. Late at night, one might mistake them for naked women working in some kind of technical profession.

Russell and his companions appeared to be wandering aimlessly, but in reality, they were setting a trap, using themselves as bait to lure out the dark creatures within the city.

The effect was outstanding. After turning into a dark alley, the group realized that they were being followed and confirmed that they were not human.

"Wait a moment!"

Russell glanced at the wall out of the corner of his eye and, in the dim light, spotted a Wanted. It depicted a criminal in a black hat and black trench coat, his face covered—clearly not a good person!

Russell tore down the Wanted and read it aloud, "VAN HELSING, 2000 francs..."