Chapter 008 Messenger Phoenix

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The rhythm is perfect, the breathing is perfect, the stamina is perfect, the speed is perfect, the strength is perfect.

Kaylar felt like he could go on like this for a whole day!!

Come on, Alcatel, come on, Dead River, come on, a battle that has lasted for thousands of years, an old enemy that has lasted for thousands of years.

Kylar was fighting in high spirits, Alcatel didn't have time to take care of him, Father Andrewson was the strongest vampire machine of the era, the strongest vampire machine transformed by Judas of Iscario in the Vatican Imperial Chamber, Father Alexander Andrewson.

He is two meters tall and weighs one hundred and eighty-eight pounds, and most of his arms and body have been transformed into alloy plate armor, and his ribs and thighs and calves are all equipped with alloy plate armor, and instead his body has been transformed into a very strong body, which is necessary when hunting vampires.

And such an alloy plate armor combined with his one-meter-long sword can form a channel for the sword, and every time he needs a sword, he only needs to shake his hands to eject the sword from most of the hidden places of his body and catapult into his hand.

And his sword is also very distinctive, the body of the sword is alloy steel, and when poured with holy water, it will cause great damage to the undead, and ordinary vampires or ghouls cannot afford to stab him.

But Alcatel is different.

He is the commander of the ancient Roman cavalry, Grand Duke Dracula, the piercing duke, the Roman iron wall, even if he is under the horse, holding a two-handed sword, facing Father Andrewson who is holding a double-wielding sword, even if it is a white-knuckle battle, he will not fall behind at all, more importantly, Alcatel's sword is much heavier than Father Andrewson's sword, even if the strength of the two is comparable, and ......

Alcatel was surrounded by countless Blood River Dead Apostles, who poured towards Andrewson as the two separated.

And Andrewson is obviously as tired as Kelar, but as a reckless man, a thirteen-lesson Isgallio, he does not have Kelar's combat intelligence, and when facing these dead apostles, he also rushes all the way over, as long as he can kill Alcatel's side, he is satisfied.

At this time, if this continues, Andrewson will only become a new recruit in the dead river of blood.

Then.

Countless priests descended from the sky, wearing glasses, with a cross on their chests, and priests' robes, looking handsome and murderous.

"You fools!

"Didn't I tell you to go back!?" he shouted.

"If we go back at this time, will we still be us?Thirteen or thirteen?Esgallio or Iscariot?!" the priests roared in unison.

Two guns rang out in his hands, clearing a safe space.

"You ask yourself, what are you?!" Father Andrewson asked, not looking back, but staring at the man at the back of the Dead Apostle, and roaring loudly.

"We are Escariot, and Judas of Iscariot !!"

Behind him, they roared in response to his words, and everyone knew that today was the last battle.

"But what is in your right hand, Esgallius?!"

"Short knives and poison!"

"But what is the gift of your left hand, O Iscariot!!"

"Thirty silver coins and straw rope!!"

"But what are you, O Isgalli?"

"We are apostles and not apostles, believers and non-believers, believers and non-believers, traitors and not traitors, we believe in the only thing, but we prostrate ourselves and ask for the mercy of the Lord, but we prostrate ourselves and seek the mercy of the Lord, and we wield short knives in the night, and throw poison into the supper and become soldiers of death, we are dead apostles, we are the crowd of dead apostles, we are assassins, and Judas of Iscariot, when the time comes, we throw thirty pieces of silver into the place of God, and hang ourselves with straw ropes, then we may go to Hell as a party of disciples, and form a group of soldiers, and we will fight only seven million four hundred and ninety-six demons in hell!!”

With just a roar, the priests of Esgallio spread out and spread the circle as far as they could.

However, more priests were dragged into the abyss of death.

These priests, worthy of Father Escalio, were armed with two guns and wrapped in explosives, and once surrounded, they immediately pulled the fuse, exploded in droves, and died generously.

The priests tried their best to charge forward in a fan-shaped formation, and even if they died, they immediately ...... themselves The explosion opened a path, and with Father Andrewson as the arrow, he ran forward.

It's just that their numbers are rapidly decreasing, except for a few elites, basically one or even several priests die every minute, and explosions are starting to sound one after another.

Miserable, so tragic.

Beautiful, what a charm.

Alcatel gently opened his hand and stared at the group of priests with evil eyes, the beauty of humanity, the flower of humanity, blooming on their bodies at this moment, at this moment.

O man, what a beautiful man!

"Come on, come on, Andrewson, come on, Andrewson!!!Come kill me!!" he roared loudly, reveling, delighted.

"Is it finally in front of me?Father Andrewson!" he laughed as he held a pistol, a 13mm pistol, a pistol under 13mm, one to sweep the soldiers, and the other to face a strong man like Father Alexander Andrewson.

It was perfect.

Father Andrewson was still facing Alcatel in the same way he had done before, when he was instantly smashed in the arm by the 13mm pistol.

"Hahahaha, hahaha, this gun, it's perfect, it's perfect!" he looked at Andrewson, whose arm was tattered, his eyes were full of pleasure and oppression, then, Father, what potential is there, squeeze it all, squeeze it all, and then kill me! Priest! Be the second him, the second person to nail a silver nail into my heart!!

But this time, the priest took out a nail wrapped in wood and inserted it neatly into his body.

"What did you do!What did you do!How dare you, how dare you insert the holy relic [Helena's Holy Spike] into your body!Stop!Andrewson!You're going to turn into a monster!!!"After becoming a monster, you can't kill me!!

"If you don't become a monster, how can you kill a monster!!" the priest smiled coldly as he looked at Alcatel with a terrifying expression and eyes.

"I'm just a sword, I'm just a sword of the gods on the earth, I want the next life to be just a storm, I want the next life to be just danger, I want the next life to be just destruction, as long as I can kill you with it, then so be, so be it...... Alcatel. Countless vines began to spread in the priest's body, and his face was also wrapped in the vines, and the whole person was like a monster of thorns.

"You big idiot!!" Alcatel was furious, disappointed, and desperate, no one had ever been so close to himself, no one had ever been so close to killing himself, but now, everything has turned into a fantasy, everything, it's just a joke, monsters can't kill monsters, this person, no, this monster, is already the same monster as him!!

He raised his gun and aimed it at Andrewson, but in a flash, even Alcatel didn't see when Andrewson's sword flew out, and his body was already full of guns.

And there is a very special feature of this kind of sword, that is, the handle is full of high explosives!

Just after inserting it into Alcatel's body, the detonating device at the handle instantly burned, and a second later, the countless swords on Alcatel's body exploded, leaving his bones in the air.

But if he was killed so simply, then it wouldn't be Alcatel.

Alcatel's hand, which was torn apart by the explosion, instantly raised, and the black 13mm caliber pistol did not hesitate to launch an attack on Andrewson.

The 13mm pistol with the alloy gauntlet that had just exploded did not hesitate to hit Father Andrewson, and then half of his head was blown open, and the power of the 13mm pistol was vividly demonstrated at this moment.

But even though half of his head burst open, even if his glasses blew off, Father Andrewson still didn't fall.

The thorns on the heart bloomed with green light, and the bursting head was instantly wrapped in thorns, repaired, and turned into a monster with only thorns left, and the monster held the sword in both hands, and slowly crossed into a cross, approaching Alcatel.

All that was left of Alcatel was a wriggling, chaotic blood-like thing, and then it slowly reverted back to Alcatel himself.

Countless bullets hit Andrewson, and Andrewson was torn apart, restored by thorns, and even had a more powerful and vigorous vitality than a vampire.

Even Alcatel had to be forced by his momentum and took half a step back.

A sword fell from the sky and was inserted into Alcatel's head in an instant, and countless thorns spread out from the sword, wrapping Alcatel tightly.

In just an instant, Alcatel's army was reduced to a sea of fire, and the pressure on Kaylar was relieved.

"Alcatel ...... Dracula...... Dead?" Looking at the world that had turned into a sea of fire, Kiral ran wildly, he was forced to retreat by the dead river of blood, and he had no idea what was going on on in the entire battlefield.

At this time, there were few living people on the battlefield.

Not to mention the living, not even a single Nazi is alive.

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Chapter 008 Messenger Phoenix

Swing the sword, breathe, retract the sword, and draw the sword again.

The rhythm is perfect, the breathing is perfect, the stamina is perfect, the speed is perfect, the strength is perfect.

Kaylar felt like he could go on like this for a whole day!!

Come on, Alcatel, come on, Dead River, come on, a battle that has lasted for thousands of years, an old enemy that has lasted for thousands of years.

Kylar was fighting in high spirits, Alcatel didn't have time to take care of him, Father Andrewson was the strongest vampire machine of the era, the strongest vampire machine transformed by Judas of Iscario in the Vatican Imperial Chamber, Father Alexander Andrewson.

He is two meters tall and weighs one hundred and eighty-eight pounds, and most of his arms and body have been transformed into alloy plate armor, and his ribs and thighs and calves are all equipped with alloy plate armor, and instead his body has been transformed into a very strong body, which is necessary when hunting vampires.

And such an alloy plate armor combined with his one-meter-long sword can form a channel for the sword, and every time he needs a sword, he only needs to shake his hands to eject the sword from most of the hidden places of his body and catapult into his hand.

And his sword is also very distinctive, the body of the sword is alloy steel, and when poured with holy water, it will cause great damage to the undead, and ordinary vampires or ghouls cannot afford to stab him.

But Alcatel is different.

He is the commander of the ancient Roman cavalry, Grand Duke Dracula, the piercing duke, the Roman iron wall, even if he is under the horse, holding a two-handed sword, facing Father Andrewson who is holding a double-wielding sword, even if it is a white-knuckle battle, he will not fall behind at all, more importantly, Alcatel's sword is much heavier than Father Andrewson's sword, even if the strength of the two is comparable, and ......

Alcatel was surrounded by countless Blood River Dead Apostles, who poured towards Andrewson as the two separated.

And Andrewson is obviously as tired as Kelar, but as a reckless man, a thirteen-lesson Isgallio, he does not have Kelar's combat intelligence, and when facing these dead apostles, he also rushes all the way over, as long as he can kill Alcatel's side, he is satisfied.

At this time, if this continues, Andrewson will only become a new recruit in the dead river of blood.

Then.

Countless priests descended from the sky, wearing glasses, with a cross on their chests, and priests' robes, looking handsome and murderous.

"You fools!

"Didn't I tell you to go back!?" he shouted.

"If we go back at this time, will we still be us?Thirteen or thirteen?Esgallio or Iscariot?!" the priests roared in unison.

Two guns rang out in his hands, clearing a safe space.