"Regret? Bulcaisel?"
Dracula's figure appeared at Bulkeso's location, with a full-bodied malice on his face.
 “What are you sorry about? What’s the regret that you didn’t tear off Mephisto’s head?”
Burkeso hung the weapon on his waist, turned around and looked at Dracula in front of him.
Even though it was his first time meeting Dracula, Bulcaisel had no intention of treating him specially.
　　Although Dracula exudes the emotion of hatred, there is no trace of his own sin in him.
This is very rare, maybe he hasn't had time to do evil yet.
 The vampire Accardo killed people without any reason. Five hundred years ago, it was to protect the country and its subjects, and a few decades ago, it was for revenge.
The evils in this guy are all left over from the lives he absorbed and have nothing to do with Accardo.
 What’s more, the person in front of me is already Dracula.
Even though Bulcaisso knew that this guy was very likely to embark on a sinful path, he still calmly faced Dracula in front of him.
 He cannot do such a thing as taking away the other person's current life for the sake of the crime the other person may commit in the future.
Even Isreal couldn't do this kind of thing.
"It's a pity that you didn't control the time after all. At this time, I am truly invincible. Death has no way to deal with me."
The expression on Dracula's face seemed to be that he was expecting something. His pale face looked at Bulcasso in front of him.
 This is the first time the two of them have met like this, but when they talk, they feel like old friends.
 “Tch, worthless nonsense. Are you here to die?”
Burkeso looked at Dracula in front of him with contempt, then took out a bottle of strong wine and poured it into his mouth.
Although I didn’t plan to fight Dracula here, it was normal to threaten him.
 “If possible, I would like to try it.”
Dracula stretched out a hand, and a black light was trembling on the palm of his hand.
“I made a deal with Mephisto in exchange for his concession and part of his power. But I didn’t promise him not to tell you his location, so I’m here.”
Dracula's eyes flashed with hatred. To him, Mephisto was not a benefactor, he was just a little better than his enemy.
“You want me to take care of that little girl? What do you want in exchange? The news about Mephisto is not worth this condition.”
“Fair? I understand. I can guarantee that I will not appear in front of you and get rid of those annoying angels for you.”
 Dracula's tone was a little erratic.
 Integura is his last bit of nostalgia, a remnant of humanity.
 When he interacted with Mephisto, he saw some of each other's experiences.
So he was worried that the Hell Demon would choose to use the only existence he could still cherish as a threat.
Although Mephisto is not sure whether Dracula will still miss Integra, he is the kind of guy who is willing to try anything that brings evil.
  Unfortunately, this is Dracula's only chance to turn back into Accardo, his only hope.
 Dracula is not willing to gamble on whether this weakness will be mastered by Mephisto.
 In the end, madness is just an appearance, nothing more than a manifestation of concealing purpose or burying disappointment.
 Dracula's body flickered while saying these words, and he would disappear from this place at any time.
 “You wouldn’t want to face me in a fight.”
Burkeso took out a bottle of his rare wine and handed it to the vampire in front of him.
Dracula broke off the mouth of the bottle without grace at all, and then poured it into his mouth. Although his mouth was busy, he still made a sound:
"I remember you all drank like this. It's a pity that your soul is mutilated, but is your soul in that stone?"
Dracula's words made Bulcaisel frown. It seemed that these words were not as simple as they sounded, and there was a vague sense of threat.
“If you want to see that half, you can go in and have a look.”
Burkeso casually nodded his forehead, and the dark soul stone emitted a reddish-brown light.
“It’s really boring. I’ll probably have some good playmates to entertain myself in the days to come.”
As Dracula spoke, his head was shattered by a bullet, and then he disappeared in front of Bulcasso in a flash.
His fair deal with Bulcaisel has been completed. Mephisto was still in the world not long ago, but he completely lost his power, leaving only his consciousness still clear.
Not far away, Frank's figure exuding the aura of death has appeared not far away. In his hand is the gun that is constantly changing in the thick fog.
Burkeso casually swatted the bullet that passed through Dracula on the ground like a fly, and glanced at Frank.
"The slaves of death? They don't look much different from those soul snatchers. Frank, do you still have your own consciousness?"
 While Bulcasso was speaking, he put one hand on the handle of Wu Mian, as if hesitating.
 “Kill that guy, and death will send back my wife and daughter.”
 The power of death in Frank's body expanded in a circle, making Bulcasso a little dissatisfied.
"Since you still have your own will, it's best not to be involved in any sin. I can tolerate the appearance of the Soul Reaver, but I cannot tolerate the wanton actions of sinful guys!"
Burkeso's voice was loud, and the wings of courage flashed behind him. The powerful momentum pressed on Frank's body, squeezing the power from death directly back into Frank's body.
 In just a moment, Frank returned to his original human appearance, with only the black ring on his hand flashing as if in fear.
 “I made a deal with death, but I’m still me.”
 Frank was out of breath. Using the power of death for the first time was a heavy burden on his body.
“You have a son, so you’d better be careful before doing anything.”
Burkeso took back the hand that was on Wu Ming and touched the tattoo that was made of rules on his chest.
 “Let this end, I’ve had enough of this place.”
Frank sat directly on the ground, stroking the ring of death.
“Then the guy with a higher profile will have to say goodbye and be unwilling to watch the person he let down once be beheaded.”
Burkeso scratched his beard and said in a bit of a stupid tone.
The choice to sacrifice others for the so-called righteousness is really disgusting, but there is nothing he can do to change it.
This is what makes Bulcasso feel most angry and a little guilty.
Even though the person who was sacrificed died, it was not considered unjust.
Burkeso already understood these things when he heard the name King's Sword.
 That's what Doctor Who would do, that's what he should go through, and that's the only way to end that unfortunate time rift.
 When that moment occurs, the three ancestors will have completed the cleansing of the demons in that world.
 So Bulkesso is waiting.
“I hate these messy rules. If you encounter trouble, why don’t you just cut it off?”
 Bulcaisel muttered vaguely, expressing his dissatisfaction with Merlin and others who knew the future.
  Just like when he was in the higher heaven, he never showed a good face to Israel.
 Speaking, Bulcaisel's expression became solemn. News had been sent back from the three ancestors that the demonized Daleks had been dealt with.
“It seems that Doctor Who is about to make a choice.”
Burkeso turned around and left after saying these words. He had no intention of getting involved in what happened next.
 Everyone who deserves to die will die anyway, so there is no need to worry anymore.
That Doctor Who was actually full of kindness, not at all like an executioner who destroyed many lives.
This was a bit surprising when he saw Doctor Who.
 …
At this time, in St. Paul's Cathedral, the people present were looking at the pepper pot in front of them who was trying to communicate and looked at each other in confusion.
This Dalek attracted everyone's attention the moment he appeared.
To be continued...