As long as you see yellow sand, the first thing that comes to mind is the desert, and when you think of the desert, the first country that comes to mind is Egypt.

That's right, Edwin is now located in Egypt, one of the four ancient civilizations, a country that has been born of civilization since before the Common Era, although it has long been abandoned by the chariots and horses of the times, and its national power is weakening day by day, but the legends born in its civilization are much more than those of most developed countries.

The reason why legends are legends is that they are hearsayed and heard, and there is no personal witness and no conclusive evidence to prove their existence.

But it is groundless, it may not be without a cause, there is a legend and there are naturally people who spread it, whether it is made up or a fact, after all, it needs to be proved in person.

Now, what Edwin is doing is verifying the legends.

Entrusted with Intergula's investigation, Edwin finally determined the location of the world's Necronomicon in the desert at his feet, buried in the palace of history.

If you want to find something in the sand, a professional archaeological excavation team will tell you how difficult it is. Because the desert is constantly moving, changing its shape and position.

But it didn't bother Edwin, his eyes could see exactly what was buried beneath the desert, and he could sense what was magical.

The search process was not very long, it only took about half a day, Edwin locked the location of the "Necronomicon", and saw the age of the building it enshrined, thinking that the book had been buried for an unknown number of years.

Like a loach burrowing into the dirt and going deeper, soon Edwin entered the building where the Book of Dead Dead was enshrined, and the process of picking up the book went smoothly, and there were no traps or anything like that, I wonder if anyone would have been able to get the book through the layers of yellow sand.

The style of the two Necronomicon books is almost identical, with only minor differences in content.

But the key difference is rootedness!

The process of absorbing the root nature is very simple, that is, only one Necronomicon can exist in the plane, so the other book is naturally absorbed and used for completion.

After completing it, Edwin sensed the rootedness of the Necronomicon and was indeed stronger than before.

Don't underestimate this slight increase, it will affect the strength of spells and summons cast through the book.

Contented, he put away his book, and Edwin left the place and buried it as it had been for thousands of years.

......

Outside the coffee shop.

"I know you've been investigating a word lately, and you don't have a clue, right?" Not long after he sat down, Maxwell said.

Hearing this, Intergula nodded slowly, "You're right, that's right. ”

Maxwell looked playful, "Millennium, right?" ”

Seeing that Intergula's face changed because of his words, the corners of his mouth curled, and he tapped the box on the table, "This is a top-secret Vatican document that records information called Millennium. Want me to tell you? Do you really want me to tell you? ”

Intergula looked at him expressionlessly, knowing that this was the other party's desire to make her bow her head, originally with her pride, she would never compromise easily, but now for the sake of the overall situation, she had to do so, and she said the word 'please' to the maximum.

Maxwell was satisfied, slowly opened the box, took out the stack of documents and put it in front of Intergula, "This is Millennium, fifty years ago, during the Second World War, after the defeat of the Third Reich, a large number of soldiers fled abroad, and they all started to act when the Third Reich was about to be defeated, but this is also, if you choose to flee on the way to the war, its behavior is equivalent to treason." And they fled mainly to South America, which was dominated by pro-German countries. ”

"Is this Millennium?"

"Yes, what we know as Millennium is the name of a plan, or the name of a unit, the top secret personnel transfer plan and its executors." Speaking of which, Maxwell looked at the way Intergula looked at her and couldn't help but tease, "Why do we know that seems to be written on your face?" You're right, we at the Vatican helped them, and we supported them very much! ”

Intergula frowned and gritted her teeth slightly, she didn't want to judge anything about the Vatican's actions, after all, things have happened, and it has been 50 years since now, and the only thing that can be done now is to find a way to make up for it.

The two didn't actually know that there were two people in the store not far from them who were silently watching them.

The two men were none other than Dr. Gunder, the researcher who planned the vampire incident, and the other was the mastermind behind the entire project, known as the Acting President of the Major.

"Looks like they already know, about Millennium."

Dr. Gunder smiled, as if he was not in the slightest concern that their presence would be discovered.

The Major smiled faintly at this, and said disapprerovingly, "Got it? But it seems to me that they are still the same as what they don't know. ”

"Major, you seem pleased?"

"Happy? Of course, I'm happy. War, you imagine, will be a bloody war. The Vatican, the United Kingdom, and us, are they beautiful? war..."

Looking at the smile on the Major's face, Dr. Gunde's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled slightly.

It's war, the war that has been waiting for a long time!

It's night, Helsing Manor.

"Did you hear that?"

"Well, I heard that."

"I didn't expect it to be really related to them, and the name of the undead finally appeared half a century ago." Walter stood in front of the window, looking preoccupied, and his tone was different from before, no longer calm.

Accardo snorted, "Really? I don't know why I always had this feeling, this feeling of being a little bit dark, I've had it before. ”

Walter raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Why? ”

"Why? Walter, why are you asking me? There are only three types of people who want to throw the undead into the battlefield: you, them, and me. And their human immortal research institute, which was completely smashed fifty years ago, didn't you and I kill them all before? ”

Walter suddenly heard this, as if he had just remembered it at this time, "yes, I remembered,"

"That's why it's really scary to say all the time."

Walter shook his head and smiled faintly, "It's always a fun thing for us Britons. ”

Speaking of which, the small talk was almost over, but seeing that he put away his smile and said seriously, "Accardo, it's time to leave for South America." We are not good old people who turn a blind eye to such blatant provocations. ”

Accardo shrugged his shoulders, "That's how you Britons are, that's why the country's strength is weakening day by day. ”

"We would rather not have the prosperity that is exchanged for backbone!"

The two glanced at each other, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Squeak!

The door was pushed open, and Intergula slowly walked in, "Accardo, you already know from Walter, right?" ”

"Ahh

"There is only one order!" Intergula held up a finger with a cold smile on his face, "Kill the enemy when you see it!" ”

Hearing this, the smile on Accardo's face gradually expanded, and he bowed deeply to Intergula, "Follow your orders, my master. ”

When Accardo returned to his basement, Walter asked softly, "Miss, is it okay?" ”

Intergula waved his hand, "Don't underestimate my determination!" Those guys are haunted, and this time they're going to disappear completely! ”

"But I always felt that it wasn't that simple. Everything is too easy, don't you think? ”

Hearing Walter's words, Intergula was stunned for a moment, and then thought about it, and indeed everything was going too smoothly as Walter said, as if someone was deliberately guiding. But in the current situation, even if you know that there is a trap in South America, you have to go once, because you are unwilling, unwilling to be a puppet played by others, and you can only be passive. She firmly believes that Accardo's power can defeat all intrigues.

It's just that this will inevitably be accompanied by the sacrifice of innocents, and she knows Accardo, who knows that if he gets excited, I'm afraid he will bleed.

"Let Silas go with Accardo..."

After leaving this order, Intergula departed, and she still had a lot of things to attend to.

Walter smiled at this, he understood the purpose of Intercula's order, and let Silas go with him in order to lure Edwin to South America, which would be equivalent to an insurance policy with Accado, and if Accawan encountered something tricky, the latter could also join forces with him.

Why not do it? Although it is not known where Edwin is.

On the chartered plane, Bernadotte looked at Accardo, who was dressed as a rich man in a suit in broad daylight, and was not affected by the sun at all, and his expression was a little puzzled, as a vampire, he actually drank red wine during the day and enjoyed a leisurely trip to South America, while Silas, who was also a vampire, was lying in a black coffin and stored with his luggage.

At the same time, Edwin, who was about to return to London on a plane, received a call from Walter, "Mr. Edwin, it's really not easy to find you, I didn't expect you to run so far away quietly." ”

"Ah, is there anything important about just browsing the places of interest? Mr. Walter. ”

"There's one thing that you need to do yourself," said Walter, who told the results of his investigation into the Millennium, but informed him of Accardo and Silas' trip to South America, "That's pretty much it." ”

Edwin's face couldn't help but show a look of amusement when he heard this, "Miss Intergula has a good plan, but it doesn't matter, I just want to go and see what is going on with the undead of the Third Reich." ”

After hanging up, Edwin went to the help desk to change his ticket to South America.

It takes at least 6 hours to get from Egypt, that is, Africa, to South America, and this is for example, in the case of Cairo to Brazil.

The place where Accardo and others landed was in Brazil, the largest country in South America, and every country has a dilapidated and prosperous side, for example, the hotel where Accardo chose to stay is a well-known hotel in Rio de Janeiro, both locally and nationally.

"I booked a room before I came."

"Check it out, it's J· Is Mr. H. Mabray right? ”

"That's right, it's me."

When the front desk was about to check in, when he saw the 'luggage' brought by Accardo and Bernadotte, he immediately said with a difficult face, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mabre, luggage of this size is not allowed to be brought into the hotel, it is beyond the rules of our hotel..."

"I said yes." Accardo said lightly in an unquestioning tone.

The front desk hesitated, but still gritted his teeth and said, "It's really not good." ”

"I said... OK. Accardo slowly pointed a finger at him, who seemed to see a vortex that consumed his mind, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Yes, of course," the front desk whispered, mechanically completing the check-in.

Seeing this scene, Bernadotte was speechless, this ability is really convenient enough.

When he arrived at the luxurious suite on the top floor, Bernadotte, who had never enjoyed this kind of treatment in his life, looked envious, "I said, Miss Intergula is really rich..."

Silas, who crawled out of the coffin, couldn't help but nod in agreement when he heard this, "That's true, and it's very generous, I remember the first time she gave me the boss nearly 1 million pounds!" ”

"£1 million?!" Bernadotte couldn't help but swallow his saliva, with a look of envy and jealousy, "Damn, I may not be able to make so much money in my life, then, is your boss still hiring?" I don't want to pay much! ”

Looking at Bernadotte, who was licking his face, Silas said that his head was pushed away, "I'm sorry, I don't need to!" ”

The two of them were noisy, but it did not affect Accardo, because at the moment his attention was not on the two of them, from the moment they entered the hotel, he sensed that someone was watching them, but he didn't say anything, even if it was a trap, he wanted to step on it, an inevitable fight seemed to others to be a trouble, to him it was like air, a necessity.

It's been suppressed for too long, these days. It was just a little hors d'oeuvres the other day, but it wasn't enough. So, he's praying, praying that these guys will bring more people, and that's the only way it will be interesting.

'Come on, come on, I'll wait for you, don't let me down...'

As Accardo thought, this was a trap.

One after another, police cars were parked downstairs of the hotel, and a temporary command post had been set up in the distance.

Inside the command post, several people in suits and uniforms who looked like high-ranking officials looked at a man with a flattering expression.

A gentleman-looking man, with dark skin and a mustache.

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