"It sounds like a heroic myth. Do you think I believe it?" Yardi replied expressionlessly.

"Believe it or not is your business, and it is mine whether to say it or not." Dismusk didn't care about Yardi's attitude. To be honest, with his strength, few people care about it.

At this time, there were waves of footsteps outside the door, breaking the awkward and silent atmosphere between the two.

"Col. You are back. I heard you are injured?!" Before the crowd arrived, the rough voice had already heard. Dismusk looked at the entrance of the tent in the twilight of the sun setting.

A strong man wrapped in a red headscarf and wearing a camouflage vest walked into the tent first. Immediately afterwards, a strong man with a baseball cap and black sunglasses followed him in. The tight camouflage vest further highlighted their thick and powerful muscles, and the angular face revealed a perseverance.

"Huh?! That's this?" the man wrapped in a red scarf asked.

"Col. You have a guest~" This is the voice of the man in sunglasses behind him.

Two different questions represent two different personalities. One is rough and bold, straightforward, and the other is calm and calm, with a delicate and restrained personality. I really don’t know how these two people got together.

"This is my savior, Dismusk. After completing the mission, I was hunted by Lukar, and he saved me." Yardy briefly introduced to both sides. "The person wearing a headscarf is Captain Ralph Jones, and the person wearing sunglasses is Captain Clark Steele."

"I'm glad to see you, Mr. Dismusk!" The man known as Ralph went forward and reached out, without any sense of distance caused by strangeness.

Captain Clark next to him became much more restrained. He saluted Dismusk and said, "Thank you for saving Colonel Aldi Hadilan."

The three of them were kind to each other and stopped talking, as if they were all here, and Yardie had enough confidence. He stood in the main position and said, "Now everyone is all here, Mr. Dismusk, can I ask you a question?"

"You can ask anytime." Dismusk drank white water at random.

"Are you interested in Brazilian mercenaries?" Yardie leaned forward and asked in a deep voice.

"Sorry, I think you should ask about the story of the Sanctuary, and you won't ask such an ignorant joke." When he heard that the other party was trying to recruit him, Dismusk almost spit out the white water he had just drunk. This was the most funny thing he had heard this century.

"Don't be unreasonable to the colonel!" Ralph's rough voice resounded through the tent again, and Clark next to him just frowned slightly.

Yaldi's face twitched, but he just pressed his hands down to show Ralph calming down, and then said lightly, "That's very regretful. I think we can become teammates."

"Hahaha..." Dismusk laughed unscrupulously, and the water cup in his hand splashed out. He finally stopped smiling and said to the black faces of the three people next to him, "Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore. I'm leaving now, but I want to take that girl away."

"No, she is our target of protection!" Yardie said flatly.

"But she is not safe here." Dismusk smiled mockingly.

“There is no place safer than a military camp!”

"Okay~" No one expected that Dismusk, who was strong, would agree. He turned around and slowly looked at the three of them with a little meaning, and then turned around and left in front of everyone.

"But I think you should position yourself better now. There is nothing more terrifying than not being able to see your own strength." The figure who turned around was slow but strange. He just breathed from the middle of the three to outside the tent. Surrounded by the guns of many soldiers, a blue flashed and disappeared, leaving only a group of gun-carrying soldiers in the breeze.

The atmosphere in the tent was extremely quiet, and time seemed to have stopped. The three of them were still at the place where Dismusk disappeared just now, and the blue gas was gradually dissipating.

"Maybe we were wrong from the beginning, Colonel, some people are not something we can control." The taciturn Clark took the lead in breaking the tranquil atmosphere. However, Ralph, who was heroic and straightforward, chose to be silent at this moment. His face didn't look very good. He was born with some despicable behaviors in himself. His heart was the same as his face, and he looked very entangled.

"The unrestrained and powerful people are the most unstable factor under the rules of this world. Whether they are heroes or so-called evil people, they will change the pattern under order." Yardie said in a deep voice, looking calm, but the veins rising from his hands on the desk revealed the turmoil in his heart at that moment.

He wanted to create rules for the world, but what he didn't know was that the world had rules.

Dismusk followed the breath left by Abrody all the way, moving extremely. Before nightfall, he finally arrived at the Villes Manor. The torches are clear and the fireworks are quiet, but surprisingly quiet, and there is a weirdness in normal circumstances.

Dismusk stopped gently outside the manor, constantly scanning the surroundings with his consciousness, everything was under control. He walked and pushed the door in, but what was greeted was a low spell, and the arrows occupying the holy water shot from all directions, without any dead corners.

Dismusk hummed a little, and a blue flashed in front of him. The next moment, everything returned to peace.

"Are you all idiots!!! The enemy will walk in through the main gate with great swagger. So far, I have never seen such an arrogant opponent."

"Uh~! It's Lord Dismusk! I'm very sorry, we're too nervous!" said a middle-aged bishop in a purple robe.

After hearing this, Dismusk frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy. The person in front of him was the Purple Bishop of the Holy See. A guy with great strength was so nervous that he was a little nervous that he was confused. His heart was already confused. Will vampires attack go to the main entrance? This shows a problem. The leader was in trouble, that is, something happened to Abrody and Van Helsing.

"What about Abrody and Van Helsing? What happened to them?" Thinking of this, Dismusk calmed down and asked in a deep voice.

"Yeah~" Bishop Zi looked around, hesitated a little, and said, "Sir, please come here."

When the two walked to the eaves, the Purple-clothed Bishop whispered, "We were attacked at the Villes Manor. This is a vampire conspiracy. We suffered heavy losses. Archbishop Van Helsing was injured. Princess Anna was taken away by Dracula. Lord Abrody chased him directly."

"I remember it was the morning when we left. It was dark now. Don't tell me that Abrody hasn't come back yet?" Dismusk looked down at Bishop Purple.

"Yes, my lord, to be precise, when the sun sets west in the afternoon, the vampire army attacked. Lord Abrody chased and killed him. Now is the night, and it is the most powerful moment for vampires. I think it is impossible for them to give up the weakest time of the enemy." Bishop Purple replied with a trembling voice.

"A bunch of waste, where is Van Helsing? Take me to see him!" Dismusk snorted and said disdainfully.

"Yes, Lord Dismusk!" Bishop Purple looked a little embarrassed, and he quickly agreed, leading the way forward, leading Dis into the manor and heading towards Van Helsing's room.

"It's this, sir!" Bishop Ziyi bowed and replied in the mouth of a room.

"Okay, you go down!" Dismusk waved to him impatiently, then raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.

"Mr. Van Helsing, are you okay?"

The door sounded for a moment, and Dismusk shouted a few times, but there was no movement inside, which was quiet and terrifying. Dismusk's heart sank, and a little blue flashed slightly in his hand. Just as he was about to break the door, a sudden sound of fan pounce came from inside, followed by a slightly low voice from Van Helsing.

"Is it Mr. Dismusk? Please come in~! The door is not locked."

The sound is deep, but thick and crisp, which is a characteristic of insufficient qi. He was injured and injured in his lungs.
Chapter completed!