"Accardo !!!!!!"

The pages of the Bible drifted and gathered in the air, and the angelic dust leapt from the sky in the holy light with a sword in hand, and used gravity to swing the pinnacle of the sword.

The iron-clad Count knocked Andrewson back with a backhand punch, and he stretched out his hand, and the blood from the Dead River forged a new long sword and flew into Accardo's hand, a satisfied smile on the handsome face of the King of Monsters.

"Well done, my nemesis. ”

The white-haired man walked silently in the black water and the sea of blood, his clear red eyes calm, ignoring the impending battle.

The Count looked around, the anticipation and joy in each person's scarlet pupils rising a little, and he narrowed his eyes and whispered.

"Angel Dust, the decapitated priest Alexander, the former Hellsing monster handler, Walter 'Death', the monster who inherited the dragon's blood, the undead monarch Twilight, and the last silent hungry wolf came to kill me when my city was empty......"

"It's exciting! No less than those four men! Like five hundred years ago! Like a hundred years ago! Plunge the sword into my heart! End the narrow space of my dreams!"

"Come! End the rotten life of the monsters! Now I only have my own life! It belongs to Count Dracula! Kill me, and the river of death will return to hell! Whether you have the will of the Lord or your own will or the desire to evolve, come and kill me!"

The Count, who had nothing in his heart, burst out of his chest with a high-pitched proclamation, and the Lord of the Dead River sent an invitation to everyone present, and the Lifeless King, who longed for death, raised his sword and pointed it at everyone present, his face full of hideous joy.

"As you wish......"

The young man's face was almost indistinguishable from the Count's smile, and his muscular body swelled again, red scales emerging from under his skin, pale bones spreading across the surface, weaving a demonic cloak no less than any armor.

The two pairs of wings flapped gently, creating a chilling air current. The demon about three meters showed a mouth full of hideous fangs and smiled elegantly, the two pairs of demon horns on his forehead flashed with sharp cold light, only the left arm of the thick skeleton grasped the Gangnir who turned into a banner, and the right arm composed of black water still held Levatin, and a stream of black water connected the demon and Lethe River, like a huge wing.

Wang Hao sprinted away, and unlike the ethereal phantom shrinkage of the human form, the knight's charging ability with the demon's body was as powerful as a roaring beast galloping, the demon's robe rubbing against the air and emitting a sharp explosion.

But his goal is not the King of Monsters, but - Andrewson!

Even the power of transforming people could not match the demon's great power head-on, and the priest, who refused to retreat in the face of heresy, tasted the bitter fruit, and the two overlapping swords broke in response, and the world-destroying demon sword pierced the chest of Angel Dust.

At the same time, the werewolf captain and the Grim Reaper bared their fangs at Accardo. The scarlet steel wire flashed, but the powerful cut was blocked by the long sword in the earl's hand, and Accardo even had the spare time to repel the werewolf captain with a punch, and the collision of force beyond the limit caused the long sleeve of the captain's right arm to explode inch by inch, revealing a bronzed strong arm.

"Imp...... I really miss it, don't you have anything to say when you see me like this?"

The Count threw his sword at Death, the tightened wire slicing it into pieces. The King of Monsters stared at his old friend and old enemy, the burly man's body gradually shrunk, the hideous iron armor turned into a black nun's dress, the rigid facial lines softened, the thin cherry lips of the petite beautiful girl hooked a malicious smile, she pulled out her black and white guns, and pointed them at the betrayer.

Walter suddenly trembled, the clouds that had been light and light were broken, and the dark blue pupils of the god of death were full of complex emotions, and finally all turned into awe-inspiring anger and killing intent.

"Accardo !!!!!!!"

The tightrope around Death's body danced with his mood swings, and the werewolf captain tore off his obstructive SS uniform and turned into a monstrous giant wolf in a long cold howl, pounced on the Grim Reaper's tightrope.

Wang Yu raised his long sword and looked at Andrewson, who was hanging on the sword and struggling to slash the sword towards him, showing a malicious smile.

Without dodging or dodging, he took the slash full of holy power, and the sword only left a shallow mark on Wang Hao's long horn, and the demon glanced at the broken sword and spoke.

"Mr. Andrewson, you have also seen that you are the weakest in this war. ”

"Don't make people laugh, you wretched bites who sit and watch the heavens, even Yahweh himself is not as omniscient and omnipotent as he claims, and who put yence in others, and who have lost all their sanity......"

Wang Yu swung his long sword and threw Andrewson down, not a trace of blood flowed out of the huge wound frozen by the black mist, the negative energy eroded the body of Angel Dust, and the proud recovery power was not one in ten under the power of the demon, the priest coughed in pain like a weak old man, and the collision on the ground shattered the ice crystallized internal organs a lot, and he didn't even have the strength to refute Wang Hao's blasphemous words.

"It's disgusting. ”

Wang Hao did not hide his disgust and disdain, he casually threw an iron nail, and the holy relic given by the god was abandoned by the devil and thrown in front of the priest, and Elena's holy nail jingled and tumbled, and fell in front of Andrewson.

"Hey, I'll give it back to you. Pick it up and become God's lackey. I'll let you know, even if you become a monster of God...... You still can't do anything. ”

"The Crusades failed as usual, the thirteen aces of the Church were all defeated here, the ability of the Crusades was questioned, and the devastated Church lost a large number of followers...... Ha, it's a good future, and I'm kind of fond of the millennial bunch of maniacs. ”

Ignoring Wang's cynicism, Andrewson struggled to pick up the relics with trembling fingers after many failures, gritted his teeth and flipped over, holding Elena's holy nails in both hands to his heart, squeezing a dry sound out of his throat.

"What if...... I'm Tempest...... It's fine, it's everything...... Threat...... That's it, yes...... A pack of explosives...... That's it. ”

"No heart...... There were no tears either...... If only it were just a terrible storm......"

Accardo's pupils narrowed as she shot off the white werewolf in the middle of the battle, her voice burning with anger and disappointment.

"Stop! Andrewson, are you going to become a monster of God, are you going to be a monster like me?!"

"Without a heart and without a future, such a sad monster?!!!!"

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Thanks to the reward of the evil ruffian.,It's a little uncomfortable to suddenly return to this article.,Now it's adjusted.。 Rest assured.