《天堂旅館》長篇奇幻愛情小說

【十八】黑蝙蝠軍大舉出動
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午夜時分，蝙蝠城大廣場在暗紫色的月光下顯得格外詭譎。一陣冷風捲過，帶起廣場上的旗幟翻飛，鎧甲碰撞的聲音在靜謐的夜裡顯得格外清晰。

安德森站立在司令臺上，一身黑曜色的鎧甲在火炬光下閃爍著冷冽的光澤。他的目光如刀，掃過整片黑蝙蝠部隊，士兵們整齊列隊，黑色披風隨夜風飄動，宛如一片翻騰的烏雲。

「各位弟兄姊妹！」安德森的聲音低沉卻充滿力量，在廣場上迴盪，「決戰的時刻已經來臨，我們別無選擇！這是一場敵死我活的鬥爭，沒有退路，只有前進！唯有勝利，才能證明我們的存在！」
他的聲音如戰鼓震撼眾人，士兵們齊聲怒吼，眼中閃爍著嗜血的狂熱。
安德森緩步走下司令台，親自將兩面烏黑閃光的將軍令旗遞給白狼與黑熊。
「白狼，黑熊，這次行動就交給你們。左翼、右翼各三百人，晝伏夜出，不留活口。」
白狼接過令旗，嘴角勾起一抹冷笑，單膝跪地：「是，將軍！」黑熊則重重點頭，雙手緊握令旗，戰意昂然。

不久後，三路黑蝙蝠部隊悄然離城，乘船穿越黑暗的海域，直撲義大利半島。
夜幕低垂，拿坡裡城宛如一頭沉睡中的野獸，街道寂靜，唯有偶爾響起的狗吠與風聲劃破夜空。然而，這一夜，死亡悄然降臨。
「啊——！」巷口傳來淒厲的尖叫聲，一名男子跌跌撞撞地衝出，雙手掩著脖頸，鮮血如泉水般從指縫間湧出。他雙眼翻白，身體抽搐著倒地。
兩道黑影緩步從巷內走出，紅色的瞳孔在黑暗中閃爍，嘴角掛著鮮血。他們的披風隨夜風輕輕擺動，身形挺拔如鬼魅。
一輛警車停在街道口，車燈灑出慘白的光線。
「救命！快救救我們！」幾名市民驚慌失措地朝警車狂奔而來。
警員A與警員B迅速下車，眼神警惕地掃視四周。
一名年邁的老人顫抖著指向巷口，聲音因恐懼而破碎：「員警！那裡！他們——他們是吸血鬼！他們在咬人！」
一名婦女掩面啜泣，聲音顫抖：「他們見人就咬…我們快逃啊！」
警員A與警員B對視一眼，迅速拔出手槍，擺出戒備姿勢。
「兄弟，我先回報分局。」警員A掏出無線電：「0830呼叫分局，這裡是19街巷口！有市民被攻擊，我們目擊了——是吸血鬼！請求增援！」

分局內，警報聲響起，勤務中心燈火通明。
「12街也出現吸血鬼！」
局長賈科莫神情嚴峻，重重一拍桌面：「各位，這是有計畫的襲擊！我們必須立刻行動！」
他轉身指示：「安東尼奧，通令所有警車廣播，讓市民就近避難！」
「塔奇托，緊急召回休假員警！」
「桑卓，刑事特勤隊攜帶長槍、槍榴彈，每部警車一名幹員，扇形搜索，見吸血鬼——格殺勿論！」
警員們迅速領命，各自行動。

19街巷口，夜色愈發沉重。
兩名警員伏在街角，寒氣從指尖滲入骨髓。一隻吸血鬼慢慢逼近，嘴角的血跡閃爍著詭異的紅光。
「準備！」警員A低聲說，緊握手槍，額角滲出冷汗。
「開火！」
槍聲劃破夜空，子彈擊中吸血鬼的身體，綠色的血液濺灑在地。吸血鬼微微踉蹌，卻仍步步逼近。
「該死！打頭！」警員A吼道。
槍聲再度響起，子彈直直貫穿吸血鬼的眼珠，黑色的煙霧從傷口冒出，怪物終於停下腳步，倚靠牆壁喘息。
警員A緩步上前，槍口對準吸血鬼的頭顱，警員B在側緊盯。
猛然間，吸血鬼暴起撲向警員A，一雙尖利的爪子瞬間插入他的胸膛！
「啊——！」
鮮血飛濺，警員A痛苦地抽搐，卻仍咬牙扣動扳機。
警員B雙手顫抖，對準吸血鬼的後腦連開數槍。
砰！砰！砰！
吸血鬼的頭顱炸裂，無頭的屍體癱倒，將警員A壓在身下。
警員B跪倒在地，氣喘如牛，望著倒下的同伴，淚水模糊了視線。
「學長…」
警員A嘴角溢血，微微張口，卻發不出聲音。他的雙眼失去光彩，緊握的手槍滑落在地。
警員B顫抖著閉上眼，然後深吸一口氣，重新舉起槍。
夜色依舊沉沉，而戰鬥，才剛剛開始。

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夜幕低垂，佛羅倫斯城(Firenze)籠罩在一片詭異的沉靜之中。街道上行人稀少，唯有警車的紅藍警燈映照在古老石牆上，顫動的光影如幽靈般遊移。警車裡的擴音器聲音低沉而急促，在寂靜的街頭回蕩：「各位市民，為保障自身安全，如非必要，請立即回家，避免在街頭逗留，以免遭到吸血鬼攻擊。各位市民……」

遠處，吉普車與軍車轟鳴著駛入市區，壓迫感十足的引擎聲劃破夜空，全副武裝的陸軍官兵戒備森嚴，持槍而立，雙眼銳利地掃視四周。街口處，臨時搭建的路障在微光下閃著冷冽的金屬光澤，裝甲車的炮口幽深而沉默，彷彿一頭沉睡中的猛獸。
「停車！身份證件！」一名身穿防彈衣的陸戰隊軍官舉起手臂，攔下一輛黑色轎車。他的嗓音冷峻，眼神淩厲，手中的長槍緊貼胸前。駕駛顫顫巍巍地遞上證件，軍官盯著他的臉，片刻後才向哨站點頭示意：「放行。」
與此同時，市政府內燈火通明。辦公室裡瀰漫著濃厚的焦慮氣息，地圖、文件、軍情報告堆滿桌面，幾名隨扈低聲交談，耳機裡傳來不斷更新的情報。
市長伊凡諾(Ivano)神色凝重地站在會議桌前，手指緊扣桌面，眼神在眾人間掃過：「拿坡裡市昨晚遭到有組織的吸血鬼恐怖攻擊，一接到消息，今天上午我立即簽發戒嚴令。我們不能坐以待斃，必須做好萬全準備。」
杜喬(Duccio)將軍雙手抱胸，微微點頭，語氣果決：「市長，我已下令裝甲部隊全面封鎖周邊道路，任何進出城的人車都必須接受盤查，無一例外。」
法比奧(Fabio)局長眉頭緊鎖，雙手按在桌面上，聲音低沉：「這夥吸血鬼狡猾詭異，無孔不入。他們擅長潛伏，行蹤飄忽不定，真要滲透進來……我們恐怕防不勝防。」
杜喬將軍勾起嘴角，語帶安撫地拍了拍法比奧的肩膀：「局長，你不必太過悲觀。軍警聯手，他們就算進來，我也要讓他們有來無回！」
「將軍，」伊凡諾語氣沉穩卻帶著一絲警告，「這夥吸血鬼不是尋常恐怖分子，他們不畏槍彈，對付起來極為棘手。我剛和主教馬裡奧(Mario)通過電話，他警告我們——這夥吸血鬼連一般的神父都奈何不了他們。」
辦公室陷入短暫的沉默，窗外傳來遠方傳來的軍車轟鳴聲，夜風撩動窗簾，帶來一絲涼意。
伊凡諾緩緩吐出一口氣，雙手交疊於桌面，語氣深沉：「敵在暗處，我們在明處。眼前唯一能做的，就是備戰待命，以靜制動。」
會議室內氣氛沉重，每個人心中都清楚——這將是一場硬仗，真正的惡夢，才剛剛開始……

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夜色沉沉，羅馬梵諦岡的聖座大廳內燈火通明。厚重的紅絨窗簾遮蔽了外頭的夜色，只有燭火在金碧輝煌的天花板上投下搖曳的陰影。整個會客廳瀰漫著一股壓抑的氣息，連牆上的聖像似乎也在靜默地傾聽。
教宗諾望保祿端坐於長桌盡頭，銀白的髮絲在燭光下透著淡淡的光暈。他目光深邃，緩緩環視著桌前的幾位樞機主教和站在一旁的史特龍神父，聲音沉穩卻帶著不容忽視的威嚴：「各位應該都聽到了消息，安德森的吸血鬼軍團正接連襲擊各座城市，現在義大利全境人心惶惶，百姓人人自危。」
樞機主教A放下手中的聖經，雙手交握於桌面，眉頭深鎖：「這顯然是有計劃的攻擊行動。他們選擇市民為目標，迫使軍警和我們教廷分身乏術，疲於奔命。」
「但事情恐怕沒那麼簡單。」史特龍神父站在桌旁，手掌輕輕拂過桌沿，眼神銳利而專注。他故意停頓片刻，等所有人的目光都聚焦在自己身上後，才緩緩開口：「誰才是安德森集團的死對頭呢？各位不妨從這個方向思考。」
主教B皺眉，雙手交叉於胸前，語氣帶著幾分懷疑：「史特龍，你有話就直說。」
教宗的目光一凝，似乎已經意識到了什麼，低沉地說：「你是指……瑪莉亞公主？」
史特龍嘴角微微上揚，像是在等待這個問題：「正是。」他輕輕頷首，接著補充道：「不久前，我的師兄陳約翰應瑪莉亞之請前往瑞士。我推測，在暗黑世界裡，瑪莉亞與安德森這兩大勢力已從過去的劍拔弩張，進入到全面攤牌的時刻。」
教宗的手指輕輕敲了敲桌面，示意他繼續說下去。
史特龍深吸了一口氣，沉聲道：「安德森雖然在多個城市製造混亂，但你們有沒有注意到一個細節——他們並沒有直接攻擊我們在各地的教會。這意味著什麼？他並不是衝著教廷來，至少目前還不是。真正的原因，恐怕是他不想腹背受敵，同時與瑪莉亞和我們開戰。」
主教B思索片刻，緩緩點頭：「你的分析確實有道理……安德森若想獨攬暗黑世界的統治權，首先要鏟除瑪莉亞。」
「沒錯。」史特龍的聲音更低了一分，「安德森這次精銳盡出，就是要逼出瑪莉亞的主力。如果他成功殲滅瑪莉亞的鐵血禁衛軍，那麼接下來，唯一能與他抗衡的，就是我們教廷。而到了那個時候……」
「我們就會成為他的下個目標。」教宗的語氣堅定，眉宇間透出一絲深沉的思索。他緩緩站起身，目光炯炯地看向史特龍，鄭重地說：「瑪莉亞公主是暗黑世界裡唯一的平衡力量，也是我們長久以來的盟友。我們不能坐視她遭受安德森的攻擊。史特龍神父。」
「是，教宗。」史特龍單膝跪地，垂首聆聽。
「你立刻召集教會內的精銳神職人員，組織一支降魔軍。一方面協助各地政府剿滅安德森的爪牙，另一方面，支援瑪莉亞公主對抗安德森的主力。我們不能讓暗黑世界陷入獨裁與殺戮之中。」
史特龍抬起頭，目光如炬，語氣堅定：「史特龍誓死完成使命！」
教宗點點頭，目光沉重地看向眾位主教：「願上主保佑我們。」

[Eighteen] The Black Bat Army Mobilizes in Force

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At midnight, the great square of Bat Castle looked especially eerie beneath the dark purple moonlight. A cold wind swept across the square, sending the flags flying, while the sound of clashing armor was especially clear in the silent night.

Anderson stood on the command platform, his black-obsidian armor gleaming with a cold sheen in the torchlight. His gaze was as sharp as a blade as it swept across the entire Black Bat army. The soldiers stood in orderly ranks, their black capes fluttering in the night wind like a surging mass of dark clouds.

“My brothers and sisters!” Anderson’s deep yet powerful voice echoed across the square. “The moment of the final battle has arrived. We have no choice! This is a fight to the death. There is no retreat, only advance! Only victory can prove our existence!”

His voice shook the crowd like a war drum. The soldiers roared in unison, bloodthirsty fervor flashing in their eyes.

Anderson slowly walked down from the command platform and personally handed two black, gleaming command flags to White Wolf and Black Bear.

“White Wolf, Black Bear, this operation is in your hands. Three hundred men on the left flank and three hundred on the right. Hide by day and move by night. Leave no survivors.”

White Wolf took the command flag, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth, and dropped to one knee. “Yes, General!”

Black Bear nodded heavily, gripping the command flag tightly in both hands, his fighting spirit soaring.

Not long afterward, the three Black Bat forces quietly left the city. They crossed the dark waters by ship and headed straight for the Italian Peninsula.

The night hung low. Naples was like a sleeping beast, its streets silent, broken only by the occasional bark of a dog or the sound of the wind slicing through the night sky. Yet on this night, death quietly descended.

“Ahhh!”

A shrill scream came from the entrance of an alley. A man stumbled out, clutching his neck with both hands as blood gushed through his fingers like a spring. His eyes rolled back, and his body convulsed as he collapsed to the ground.

Two dark figures slowly emerged from the alley. Their red pupils glimmered in the darkness, and blood stained the corners of their mouths. Their capes swayed gently in the night wind, and their tall figures were as ghostly as specters.

A police car stopped at the entrance to the street, its headlights casting a ghastly white light.

“Help! Please help us!”

Several terrified citizens ran desperately toward the police car.

Officer A and Officer B quickly got out of the vehicle, their alert eyes scanning the surroundings.

An elderly man tremblingly pointed toward the entrance of the alley. His voice broke with fear.

“Officers! There! They—they’re vampires! They’re biting people!”

A woman covered her face and sobbed, her voice trembling. “They bite everyone they see... We have to get out of here!”

Officer A and Officer B exchanged a glance, quickly drew their pistols, and took defensive positions.

“Brother, I’ll report this to the precinct first.”

Officer A pulled out his radio. “0830 calling the precinct. This is the entrance to 19th Street! Citizens are under attack. We have witnessed—vampires! Requesting backup!”

Inside the precinct, alarms rang out, and the operations center was brightly lit.

“Vampires have also appeared on 12th Street!”

Chief Giacomo looked grim and slammed his hand onto the desk. “Everyone, this is a planned attack! We must act immediately!”

He turned and issued orders.

“Antonio, order all police cars to broadcast a warning and tell citizens to take shelter at the nearest safe location!”

“Tacito, recall all officers who are currently on leave immediately!”

“Sandro, have the criminal tactical unit carry rifles and grenade launchers, with one officer assigned to each police car. Conduct a fan-shaped search. If you encounter a vampire—kill without hesitation!”

The officers quickly acknowledged their orders and moved into action.

At the entrance to 19th Street, the night grew heavier.

Two police officers crouched at the corner of the street, the cold seeping from their fingertips into their bones. A vampire slowly approached, the blood at the corner of its mouth gleaming with an eerie red light.

“Get ready!” Officer A whispered, gripping his pistol tightly. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

“Fire!”

Gunshots tore through the night sky. Bullets struck the vampire’s body, and green blood splattered across the ground. The vampire staggered slightly, yet continued advancing step by step.

“Damn it! Shoot it in the head!” Officer A shouted.

The gunshots rang out again. The bullets pierced straight through the vampire’s eyes, and black smoke poured from the wounds. The monster finally stopped and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

Officer A slowly stepped forward, his gun aimed at the vampire’s head, while Officer B watched it closely from the side.

Suddenly, the vampire lunged at Officer A. A pair of sharp claws instantly plunged into his chest!

“Ahhh!”

Blood sprayed through the air. Officer A convulsed in agony, yet still gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

Officer B’s hands trembled as he fired several shots at the back of the vampire’s head.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The vampire’s head exploded. Its headless body collapsed, crushing Officer A beneath it.

Officer B fell to his knees, gasping for breath. Tears blurred his vision as he stared at his fallen partner.

“Senior...”

Blood trickled from the corner of Officer A’s mouth. He opened it slightly but could no longer make a sound. The light had faded from his eyes, and the pistol he had been gripping tightly slipped to the ground.

Officer B tremblingly closed his eyes, then took a deep breath and raised his gun again.

The night remained dark and heavy, while the battle had only just begun.

## 65

Night hung low over Florence, also known as Firenze, which was shrouded in an eerie silence. Few pedestrians could be seen on the streets. Only the red and blue emergency lights of police cars illuminated the ancient stone walls, their shifting reflections moving like ghosts.

The voice of a loudspeaker inside a police car echoed in a low and urgent tone through the silent streets:

“Citizens, for your own safety, unless absolutely necessary, please return home immediately and avoid remaining on the streets, so that you do not fall victim to vampire attacks. Citizens...”

In the distance, jeeps and military vehicles roared into the city. Their oppressive engines tore through the night sky. Fully armed army personnel stood on high alert with their weapons ready, their sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

At the street corner, temporary barricades gleamed with a cold metallic sheen in the dim light. The cannons of armored vehicles remained dark and silent, like sleeping beasts.

“Stop! Identification papers!”

A Marine officer wearing body armor raised his arm and stopped a black sedan. His voice was stern, his eyes sharp, and the rifle in his hands was held firmly against his chest.

The trembling driver handed over his identification papers. The officer stared at his face for a moment before nodding toward the checkpoint.

“Let him through.”

Meanwhile, the city government building was brightly lit. An intense atmosphere of anxiety filled the offices. Maps, documents, and military intelligence reports covered the desks, while several aides spoke quietly and constantly updated information came through their earpieces.

Mayor Ivano stood gravely at the conference table, his fingers gripping its edge as his gaze swept across everyone in the room.

“Naples was attacked by an organized vampire terror attack last night. As soon as I received the news, I immediately issued a martial-law order this morning. We cannot sit back and wait for death. We must make every possible preparation.”

General Duccio crossed his arms and nodded slightly, his tone decisive.

“Mayor, I have ordered the armored units to completely seal off the surrounding roads. Anyone and any vehicle entering or leaving the city must be checked, without exception.”

Chief Fabio frowned deeply, both hands pressed against the table. His voice was low.

“These vampires are cunning and bizarre, and they can slip through anywhere. They are skilled at hiding, and their movements are unpredictable. If they really manage to infiltrate the city... we may find it extremely difficult to defend against them.”

General Duccio curled his lips into a reassuring smile and patted Fabio on the shoulder.

“Chief, you don’t need to be so pessimistic. With the military and police working together, even if they get inside, I’ll make sure they never leave alive!”

“General,” Ivano said in a steady tone, though there was a hint of warning in his voice, “these vampires are not ordinary terrorists. They are not afraid of bullets, and they are extremely difficult to deal with. I just spoke with Bishop Mario on the phone, and he warned us—the ordinary priests cannot even do anything to these vampires.”

The office fell silent for a moment. Outside the window came the distant roar of military vehicles. The night wind stirred the curtains, bringing a trace of coolness.

Ivano slowly exhaled and folded his hands on the table. His voice was deep.

“The enemy is in the shadows, while we are in the open. The only thing we can do right now is prepare for battle and stand by, using stillness to counter movement.”

The atmosphere in the conference room was heavy. Everyone knew clearly that this would be a hard battle.

The real nightmare had only just begun...

## 66

The night was deep and heavy. Inside the Holy See’s great hall in Vatican City, Rome, the lights were blazing. Heavy red velvet curtains blocked out the darkness outside, while candlelight cast wavering shadows across the magnificent gilded ceiling.

The entire reception hall was filled with an oppressive atmosphere. Even the sacred images on the walls seemed to be listening in silence.

Pope Novum Paul sat at the head of the long table. His silver-white hair carried a faint glow beneath the candlelight. His gaze was deep as he slowly looked around at the several cardinals seated before him and Father Stylon standing nearby.

His voice was steady yet carried an authority that could not be ignored.

“Everyone has probably heard the news. Anderson’s vampire army has been attacking cities one after another. The entire country of Italy is now gripped by fear, and every citizen is living in anxiety.”

Cardinal A put down the Bible in his hands and folded both hands on the table, his brows tightly furrowed.

“This is clearly a planned series of attacks. They are targeting civilians, forcing the military, the police, and our Church to spread ourselves too thin and run from place to place.”

“But I’m afraid the matter is not that simple.”

Father Stylon stood beside the table, his palm gently brushing along its edge, his eyes sharp and focused. He deliberately paused for a moment, waiting until everyone’s attention had turned toward him before slowly speaking.

“Who, after all, is Anderson’s greatest enemy? Perhaps we should consider the situation from that perspective.”

Bishop B frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. His tone carried a hint of suspicion.

“Stylon, if you have something to say, just say it.”

The Pope’s gaze sharpened as if he had already realized something. In a low voice, he said, “Are you referring to... Princess Maria?”

The corners of Stylon’s mouth lifted slightly, as though he had been waiting for this question.

“Exactly.”

He nodded gently and continued, “Not long ago, my senior fellow disciple, Father John Chen, went to Switzerland at Maria’s request. I suspect that in the Dark World, the two major powers of Maria and Anderson have moved from their former state of open hostility into a moment of full confrontation.”

The Pope lightly tapped his fingers on the table, signaling him to continue.

Stylon took a deep breath and said solemnly, “Although Anderson has created chaos in several cities, have you noticed one detail? They have not directly attacked our churches in various places. What does this mean? He is not targeting the Church, at least not yet. The real reason, I fear, is that he does not want to fight both Maria and us at the same time and end up caught between two enemies.”

Bishop B pondered for a moment and slowly nodded.

“Your analysis does make sense... If Anderson wants to monopolize control of the Dark World, he must first eliminate Maria.”

“Exactly.” Stylon’s voice became even lower. “Anderson has sent all his elite forces into battle this time in order to force Maria to commit her main forces. If he successfully wipes out Maria’s Iron-Blooded Imperial Guards, then the only force left capable of opposing him will be us, the Church. And when that happens...”

“We will become his next target.”

The Pope’s tone was firm, and a trace of deep thought showed between his brows. He slowly rose and looked intently at Stylon.

“Princess Maria is the only balancing force in the Dark World, and she has been our ally for a long time. We cannot stand by and watch her come under attack by Anderson. Father Stylon.”

“Yes, Your Holiness.”

Stylon dropped to one knee and bowed his head as he listened.

“Immediately gather the elite clergy within the Church and organize an exorcist army. On the one hand, assist the local governments in eliminating Anderson’s minions. On the other, support Princess Maria in confronting Anderson’s main forces. We cannot allow the Dark World to fall into dictatorship and bloodshed.”

Stylon raised his head, his eyes blazing with determination.

“I swear to complete the mission, even if it costs me my life!”

The Pope nodded, his expression solemn as he looked toward the bishops.

“May the Lord protect us.”