Reborn with Steve Stand-Chapter 866: Alucard

Black mist swirled around him, then gradually dispersed—and with its disappearance went that odd sense of weightlessness.

Sensing the sudden change in temperature, Fang Mo slowly opened his eyes and began taking in his surroundings with interest.

“Hmm…”

After a brief look around, Fang Mo concluded this place was a relatively remote European town. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, and darkness was settling in for the night.

Thanks to his vision, which far exceeded that of ordinary people, he could still see the buildings in the distance. They were built in an old-fashioned style, spaced rather far apart, giving off a distinct Victorian-era vibe.

If he had to compare, the feeling reminded him of the Wind Knight's Lot, a place he’d visited back in the original JoJo world when he joined the Joestar family to beat down Dio—another European countryside from a past century.

“So places like this always breed vampires, huh?”

Muttering to himself as he surveyed the antiquated village, Fang Mo felt a bit nostalgic about Jonathan, that simple, honest man from the Joestar line. He really liked Jonathan—one of the few truly upright gentlemen in the Joestar family. Maybe he’d revisit them one day if he got the chance.

Shaking off those thoughts for now, Fang Mo returned his attention to the present. The title on the Book of Ages he’d opened was Hellsing, known in English as “Hellsing” or “Hellsing: The Royal Order of Protestant Knights.” Fang Mo recalled it fairly well.

It was an older anime, originally released as OVAs that might take a whole year or more between episodes—enough to drive viewers crazy. But partly because it came out during a period when censorship standards were looser, it showcased a dark, violent aesthetic wrapped in a style reminiscent of a classic opera. The fights were drenched in gore, and every character was brilliantly portrayed—right up Fang Mo’s alley.

That said, he’d watched it so long ago that the details of the plot had pretty much faded. What he did vaguely remember was the final battle in London—a three-way free-for-all between Crusaders, Nazi vampires, and so forth—almost the entire population of London got wiped out. As for everything else, he hardly remembered a thing.

“So…where the heck am I, exactly?”

Fang Mo looked around at the fields and farmland. “Is this even part of the Briti—”

He was in mid-sentence when he heard gunshots ringing out in the distance.

“…Hmm?”

He turned instinctively toward the forest behind him. He’d spent so much time in various versions of the U.S. across different worlds—always a bit nightmarish—that by now the sound of gunfire was almost nauseating.

But he recognized it instantly, muffled though it was. That sort of thing usually meant some major event was unfolding. After all, the Book of Ages often dropped him near key story moments.

So Fang Mo headed in that direction. He crossed a patch of meadow and entered the forest. The trees here were tall and dense, their thick foliage blocking out even the pale moonlight, lending the night a chilling, eerie atmosphere. A short walk later, Fang Mo noticed bloodstains on the ground.

“What the…?”

Seeing signs of violence, Fang Mo tried to recall if anything like this had happened in the original storyline. But even as he thought about it, he kept going.

Before long, he spotted a large crowd of shambling figures among the trees. They drifted through the dark woods, steps unsteady, bodies contorted. Their clothes were torn and stained with dried blood, and the air reeked of an iron-like tang.

“Wait, these things are…”

Fang Mo frowned. These people moved much like zombies, though he wasn’t entirely sure. Suddenly, a woman’s scream echoed from within that horde.

“Ahhh!!!”

Fang Mo took a few quicker steps and arrived in time to see a deranged priest cackling wildly. He looked middle-aged, his eyes bloodshot and drool dripping from his mouth. In his left hand, he clutched some part of the woman—her torso, maybe—holding her in place.

“???”

Fang Mo was taken aback.

That priest was definitely not the typical type—his interests weren’t in little boys, apparently?

While Fang Mo stood there, baffled, the priest continued his actions. He yanked the woman into his arms, gripped her by the throat so she couldn’t fight back, and let his other hand slide downward from her chest. Finally, he extended his middle finger between her legs.

“Okay, what in the hell am I watching right now? I thought this was Hellsing, not some freaky hentai knockoff?”

Fang Mo scratched his head in confusion.

The priest himself started laughing in a manic, guttural voice:

“I just want slaves… I’m not interested in making vampires with free will…”

“Huh?”

Hearing the word ‘vampires’ made Fang Mo pause. Meanwhile, the priest leaned over and murmured by the woman’s ear, sounding unhinged:

“Even if you’re clearly no virgin…I’ll still have to check just in case. Once I’m done, I’ll drain your blood nice and slow.”

“N-no…”

The woman’s face went pale with terror, her entire body trembling.

“Relax. Soon you’ll become one of the ghouls. Then you’ll be my slave.”

Grinning, the priest started undoing her belt. Horrified, the woman screamed for help:

“No—don’t do this! Somebody help me! Anyone, please…!”

Her shout had barely died away when a wave of terrible malevolence flared up from afar.

“!?”

The priest froze. He glanced around, face taut with sudden alarm. “Who’s there!?”

No one answered. But the sound of footsteps came out of nowhere, echoing ominously. Soon, a tall figure emerged from the darkness. He was slender and upright, wearing a red fedora, tinted sunglasses, and a red overcoat that billowed in the night breeze. He also sported white gloves and wore a faint smirk. He looked like a Victorian gentleman—refined, and yet with an undercurrent of danger.

Strangely, despite the crowd of ghouls all around, this man walked calmly forward, appearing utterly unperturbed. His polished black shoes tapped out a rhythmic click-click on the forest floor, each step somehow echoing inside the chest.

“Whoa… that’s A…”

Off in the distance, Fang Mo recognized the figure. In the original anime, the main character’s iconic outfit was unforgettable. This had to be Alucard—the immortal monster, legendary Vlad the Impaler, the monarch of the night, and the Vampire King.

“You—you, who are you!?” the priest hissed, still restraining the woman. For reasons he couldn’t explain, an icy dread gripped him, so he stared at Alucard with fierce vigilance.

“Me?”

Alucard’s lips curled into a small smile.

“A…professional killer, I suppose.”

His voice was raspy and resonant, like a whisper of the night.

“Huh?”

Perhaps from sheer nerves—or triggered by the menacing aura Alucard exuded—the priest’s expression contorted into a sneer. He waved his hand toward Alucard:

“What the hell is with tonight? Everything’s insane. Fine, go die already.”

At that command, the zombie-like creatures behind him raised their guns. Most of these undead had once been local police officers, including the woman he was holding captive—except regular bullets weren’t enough to stop vampires. Now infected, they’d become ghouls.

(If Fang Mo recalled the lore correctly, only a virgin bitten by a vampire could become a vampire themselves. Anyone else turned into a mindless ghoul. It was a classic detail: fans of vampire lore—especially certain otaku types waxing poetic about characters like Remilia or Dio—always loved that concept.)

“Kill him!”

The priest’s order rang out. The ghouls pulled their triggers, unleashing a barrage of muzzle flashes. Alucard made no move to dodge, still wearing that eerie smile. In an instant, bullets tore him apart—limbs shredded, flesh exploding. One arm was blasted clean off, his abdomen ripped open, intestines spilling. Even his head got blown to bits, an eyeball popping out to roll who-knew-where.

When the salvo finally ended, Alucard looked like a shattered mess.

Seeing this, the captive woman felt a surge of despair. She’d just begun to hope for rescue—only for that hope to vanish in seconds.

“Ha! ‘Professional killer’? More like clueless amateur.”

The priest relaxed and cackled. “A mere human, daring to face a great vampire like me? Pathetic! Stupid! All right, let’s get back to—”

He resumed pawing at the woman:

“I’ll take you, then kill you—!”

But at that very moment, that malevolent aura returned, rolling in like a tsunami.

“Wh-what!?”

On pure instinct, the priest whipped his head around. And there—impossibly—stood the same man he’d just blown to pieces. Alucard looked completely unscathed.

“That…that can’t be!”

The priest stumbled back in shock.

“Bang!”

A single thunderous gunshot ripped through the silence. The bullet whistled past the priest’s ear and slammed into a cluster of ghouls behind him, instantly obliterating them. Strangely, once struck, those ghouls disintegrated into dust.

“That bullet…”

The priest’s pupils narrowed. “Silver…?”

“More precisely,” Alucard remarked, gazing down at the terrified priest, “it was melted down from the silver cross of the Leicester Cathedral—and the caliber of this handgun is 13 millimeters. Being shot by this thing, you won’t be getting off unscathed.”

“You…you fiend!”

Seeing Alucard raise the gun toward him, the priest panicked. He yanked the woman in front of him like a shield. “Don’t move, or I’ll kill her!”

“Huh?”

Fang Mo, watching from a distance, suddenly remembered something. “That woman…could she be that police officer?”

“Heh heh heh…”

Alucard didn’t seem bothered in the least. Instead, he looked directly at the trembling woman and asked, “Miss…are you a virgin?”

“W-what?”

Blindsided, the woman just stared. The priest, however, abruptly squeezed her even tighter, making her panic. In her desperation, she blurted out:

“Yes! I’m still a v—”

But she hadn’t even finished the word “virgin” before…

Bang! Whoosh!

Two violent whooshes rang out almost simultaneously. A bullet tore through the female officer’s chest, leaving a gaping hole. At the same time, a massive, cyan-blue scythe—spinning through the air—impaled the middle of her forehead. The blade’s momentum was so great that it pinned both her and the vampire priest behind her straight to the ground.