The night before dawn, it was still raining cats and dogs.
Time passed slowly. It was supposed to be sunrise, but the sky was still dark. Baron Fermoy looked up and saw that the sky was covered by dark clouds. The sky was as dark as twilight, and he could only hear the sound of flowing water. The curtain of rain covered his eyes and the horizon. On the vast Suez Canal, the liner slowly passed by him. The whistle of the steam engine woke up many of the British soldiers who were still asleep.
Baron Fermoy said coldly, "Time's up!"
He put on his raincoat and took out a black umbrella from the door of his office. He walked into the rain, his black boots stepping on the muddy water, splashing nearly a foot high. The rain washed everything in front of him, converging into a muddy stream, forming puddles of muddy water in the open space of the camp.
Even Baron Fermoy couldn't help but step in the mud. He came to the center of the camp, where a considerable number of British soldiers were already busy. They carried real guns and ammunition, and a few drivers braved the heavy rain to repair a few military transport trucks. The rest were already lined up, ready to go at any time.
Among these soldiers, there was a row of black-robed clergymen. They were solemn, silent, and orderly. Dozens of them stood together without making a sound, which made Baron Fermoy nod his head.
As expected of the elites of the Church of the Saints, priests who fought against dark creatures all year round.
The old bishop, supported by a servant, came from behind. He saw Baron Fermoy's serious face and said, "If it's this kind of weather, the strength of those vampires won't be weakened much. And the rain will bring chaos and trouble … "
Baron Fermoy said in a low voice, "We'll minimize the trouble!"
The old bishop glared at him and snorted, "Don't underestimate the dark creatures. If they can survive the pursuit of humans, they must have something worth looking at. In the process of Great Britain's conquest of the world, we've seen too many incredible things. Evil gods worshiped by the natives, hidden evil creatures, dangerous black magic, and so on … There are too many!
But the thing that appeared in Cairo not long ago is one of the most difficult I've ever seen.
"The greatest high priest of ancient Egypt, Imoden … Ever since the curse was resurrected, he's become even more terrifying. But there's still someone in Cairo who can fight him. This person should be the mastermind behind the Eye of Horus we're looking for.
"Be careful of him! Even though we have brought with us almost half of the Holy Duke's forces, as well as the Gurkha Mercenary Camp, the mysterious existences we control and employ, you still have to be careful. This is a message from the Lord! May the Lord bless us … "
"May the Lord bless us!" Baron Fermoy said in a low voice.
Dozens of black-robed clergy boarded the transport vehicles. Several trucks were neatly loaded with hundreds of British soldiers, many of whom were chosen from the colonies. Dozens of cavalrymen rushed out first. They were responsible for guarding the convoy and clearing the path in the heavy rain. There were also dozens of short native soldiers passing through the forest on both sides.
The convoy slowly drove along the road of the base towards their target. The African mercenaries with spears and bows in their hands ran vigorously on both sides of the road. They were extremely fast. Stepping on the muddy water with their bare feet, their speed was actually not slower than the trucks beside them.
The soldiers moved forward in the rain, but the rain couldn't obstruct their vision.
As for the cavalry that followed the convoy, they carried damascen-shaped machetes on their waists. Their bodies rose and fell as the horses galloped. Their eyes were sharp, and their aura was awe-inspiring. There was no doubt that they could pull out the machetes at their waists at any time and tear the enemies in front of them to pieces.
Their destination was a camp not far from the main camp. The black-robed priests had already locked onto a large number of officers who had been turned into vampires. Under the cover of the heavy rain, they would clear out these heavily damaged areas one by one.
Chen Ang stood on the bow of the whistling passenger ship, slowly moving downstream. From the Suez Canal, he could see Baron Fermoy's convoy moving side by side with them. Chen Ang looked at the people traveling with them. At this time, they were already close to the camp. Baron Fermoy's men were at the entrance of the camp. He saw the baron sitting in the passenger seat of the truck and opened the gate without saying a word, letting the convoy in.
The commotion alerted the British soldiers in the camp. They watched nervously as Baron Fermoy jumped out of the truck in the rain without even taking an umbrella. Then, elite gendarmes jumped out of the back of the truck and formed up behind Baron Fermoy. What surprised the soldiers was that there was a group of priests in black robes following behind them.
Baron Fermoy looked at the soldiers poking their heads out of the barracks and shouted, "Now, for the sake of Great Britain's national security and counter-espionage mission, we have concrete evidence that there are German spies hiding in this camp. All soldiers are forbidden from entering or leaving the barracks. All of you are to stay in your barracks!"
"Those who leave their barracks without permission will be dealt with according to military law. Those who resist with firearms will be executed on the spot. All of you are to stay in your beds. When the gendarmes enter, put your hands behind your head and lie down with your backs to the door! You are not allowed to communicate or spy on others. Your only task now is to lie in bed with your hands behind your head. Otherwise, the gendarmes will have the right to execute you! "
The messenger loudly repeated Baron Fermoy's orders. The soldiers following the baron had already split into small teams and entered the camp to patrol. They first herded the soldiers who were still outside the barracks into the barracks and guarded the various checkpoints and doors. When Baron Fermoy stepped into the barracks, these small teams had already broken into the first barracks.
The captain of the gendarmes looked at the roster in his hands and said to an officer in the barracks, "Are you Chief Warrant Officer Heyman?"
Heyman stood up from his bed and looked at the gendarmes, "Yes, Your Excellency! What's wrong? "
"Please come with us!" The captain of the gendarmes said expressionlessly. Heyman didn't utter a word. Instead, he looked at the black-robed clergyman behind him and sneered in a low voice, "Looks like you've discovered us!"
The gendarmes immediately tightened their grip on their guns. The priest who Heyman was staring at also pressed his right hand against the bible on his chest. After a moment of hesitation, he opened his mouth and said, "You …" At this moment, an officer behind Heyman suddenly burst forth. He buried his head and rushed forward like a wild boar. Before the gendarmes could even react, he heavily smashed into their bodies.
The gendarmes could clearly hear the sound of their own bones breaking. The black-robed clergyman, who was being protected by everyone, felt a pain in his chest. A sweet smell of blood gushed out from his lungs. He pulled out the cross dagger at his waist and fiercely pressed it down. Just as he was about to stab into the body of the exploding officer, Heyman had already jumped up high and pounced on him.
Sharp claws instantly tore open his artery, while Hymin leaned over his neck and gulped down large mouthfuls of his blood. At the same time, the other member of the Blood Tribe had already massacred all of the gendarmerie. Hymin rushed out of the room with the corpses as gunshots rang out from all directions.
However, the majority of the shots were blocked by the corpses in front of him. Occasionally, one or two of the bullets would slip through the net and pierce into Heyman's body. However, they were quickly squeezed out by his regenerating muscles. Heyman pounced towards the most junk in the barracks, intending to use the cover to escape. At this moment, a white light shot out from behind and struck his back. Heyman let out a blood-curdling scream before turning into ashes in the white light.
The other vampire who had cooperated with him to escape was also struck in the heart by a silver bullet that had been soaked in holy water.
Heyman's resistance seemed to have drawn the curtains of a riot. Dozens of vampires chose to suddenly attack at this moment. Some of them were immediately killed by the gendarmes, but most of them were massacred by the gendarmes. However, the black-robed clergyman found an opportunity. Baron Fumoy calmly looked at the riot that had broken out in the barracks. He only dispatched snipers when the enemies rushed out of the barracks.
However, this was after all, a minority. Most of the vampires were successfully confined to a relatively small space. The black-robed clergyman killed the exposed vampires with astonishing efficiency.
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