The weapon in Matthew's hand was above his head, blocking the path of the bullet, and the huge impact fell directly on Matthew's body.

This force left a pair of footprints on the ground.

A blaze of fire stained the dimly lit basement red, and Matthew jumped to his feet with a single blow.

The two weapons burst out of the fire first, and then with an unstoppable momentum, they pierced Silas's chest and pinned her to the ceiling.

"It's a little too weak."

Matthew said a little boredly, and by the way, he let go of his hand, and the whole person fell back to the ground with some dissatisfaction.

This kind of fighting was not even a pastime for him.

Although Silas is a vampire with great immortality, the more powerful he is when facing an invincible opponent, the more powerful he gets, the more intense the pain will be.

"Ahem~"

The large gun in Silas' hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and her hands rested on the ceiling behind her in a twisted position.

I saw that she used a force, and she fell to the ground with two weapons together.

His body adjusted his posture slightly, allowing himself to stand and fall into Matthew's line of sight.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Silas coughed up blood from his mouth as he charged Matthew again.

The hands in front of him didn't even pull out the weapons that pierced his body, but instead stabbed Matthew in the eyes with a knife.

It was a bit difficult for her to draw the weapon from her.

Because Matthew spun around when he pierced her body with a hand axe and a mace.

If you force it out, you will only make your injuries worse, and even if you don't die, you will completely lose the strength to continue fighting.

For her, Accardo's requirements are the highest orders, and she has no other thoughts than to execute them.

Combat is the only thing at the moment!

"It's really not smart."

Matthew ripped off most of his burnt coat and lifted his feet.

In an instant, the most basic earthquake skill was released.

The entire building began to tremble as a huge shock from the ground, and Silas, who was rushing forward, was knocked to the ground by the violent shockwave.

The flame-like shockwave from the squeezed out Earthquake skill caused a burst of burnt smell on Silas's body, and blonde hair curled up.

The power of the Barbarian's skills is released to damage the enemy, so it will focus more on attacking those deadly places.

"I don't want to cause too much damage, I'm afraid I'll get caught up in Luke's good deeds."

Matthew said casually, his head already lowered.

In a few steps, he rushed to Silas's side, dodging the pair of white palms that pierced through the metal, and drew the two weapons without hesitation.

Several broken bones spilled through the air with blood, and Matthew stepped on Seles' shoulder without mercy.

He swiped Silas on the head with his mace to mark his victory, and then turned his gaze to Accardo.

There is no need for mercy when fighting, this is what Matthew realized from the secret realm.

Mercy is the prerogative of the victors, and the dead will have nothing.

"Alright, Silas stand down and tell Intergula that S.H.I.E.L.D. is fighting on their own."

Accardo said flatly, then looked at Matthew:

"Maybe this fight won't be interesting to you, but she'll get stronger."

"I'm looking forward to fighting you."

Matthew slung the weapon back to his waist and silently turned to leave.

Now that the matter has been settled, it is time to rest.

There's no more value in staying here.

The real fight won't be too far away, that's what Matthew was able to confirm.

Blade finally restrained the tremors of his body, and then retreated with Matthew's side.

After meeting Accardo, he already understood the source of that feeling, and there was no need to explore further.

"Accardo, tell me the truth, I think now is the time."

The Hellboy was still sitting on the ground, the plastic wrapper in his hand slipping into his pocket.

The long confrontation between him and Accardo was more like a drain on his life, and he couldn't bear the loneliness after meeting Matthew.

"Maybe it's time, maybe it's a little bit worse, you'll know."

Accardo spoke to the Hellboy in an eerie tone.

It seems to be hesitating.

Accardo, the most powerful vampire.

He knows more than people think.

Silas looked up at his master with some difficulty, and Accardo smiled and slashed his palm, throwing a puddle of blood in front of Silas.

"Drink it and you'll get stronger."

Accardo didn't pay any attention to the Hellboy as he got up, but looked at Silas lying on his back.

"Silas Victoria, drink it!"

Accardo's voice with a magical charm sounded, calling in a tone full of anticipation.

"The hosts! I can't! ”

Silas' lungs had been badly damaged, so her roar seemed strange.

"Why?"

Accardo pressed his hat and stood up.

"I just, I just thought I would lose something if I did."

Silas closed her eyes and shouted as best she could.

Drinking Accardo's blood represents Silas' freedom.

She is no longer Accardo's effort, but she doesn't have any special relationship with Accardo.

Moreover, Silas, who has never sucked blood, once she actually ingests blood, then she completely abandons her human side.

Becoming a vampire will gradually become cold until someone can awaken the frozen heart.

Silas lay on his back without saying a word, and Accardo stood beside her, giving a gentle smile called Relief for the first time.

"Then, Silas, go and rest. Your injuries will only take one night to recover. ”

Accardo glanced at the Hellboy who was staring at him, his white teeth baring.

"I'll tell you personally, I'll tell you personally, go to sleep now."

Accardo put his hand over Silas' eyes, and then left the basement with the incomplete vampire girl.

Only the Baron of Hell was left staring at Accardo's back without saying a word.

Hellboy always felt like he was about to face the truth that had been covered up, but at the moment he had nothing to do.

……

"And Ms. Nevi, what can you do?"

The chubby major spoke to a head in a wooden box in front of his chair, with curiosity and contempt.

Curiosity arises from the fact that only the head is left and the existence is still conscious, and contempt is directed at the being itself.

The decorations around him are full of the style of the Third Reich, and the indescribable flag is hanging behind him.

"I can give you the world, but you have to prostrate in front of me!"

The head with a beautiful and seductive face said to the man in front of her with an evil bewitchment, and the water in her eyes was full of charm.

It's like the scent of lavender, it's so strong and a little annoying!

But no normal person would be seduced by a talking head, especially for this major, these are nonsense.

"Give me the world? Listen up! Listen up! I got a chance to own the world! ”

The major said loudly to Warrant Officer Schrödinger beside him with a smile, and only Schrödinger was able to set off the atmosphere well among the few people present.

Warrant Officer Schrödinger smiled excitedly and applauded.

"All right, witch! For the sake of this head of yours, we have lost a lot in front of that strange priest! We don't want the world you call it to be!

Not even a loser's charity! ”

The Major drew a pistol and fired at the skull, each bullet piercing the skull. His rudeness interrupted Schrödinger's applause.

He was irritable now, because the sacrifice should not have happened at this time, which meant that his plans had changed.

The sacrifice is only because of the head in front of me that can still speak!

"I love war, but I just love it!

Ms. Nevi, we have paid so much to bring out your head, and we don't want the world!

So now, tell me what you can do! Otherwise, you will continue to sleep with your world! ”

The Major swept the head to the ground, then poked his staff into Nevi's eye as he spoke.

"I can give you strength, or give me to you."

Nevi's skull was unharmed, unaware of the wound in its eye socket.

Still speaking in the same tone as before, the other intact eye still exuded a temptation that ordinary people could not resist.

Her concentration in ignoring pain was enough to move anyone in the world.

"Major, maybe this world ......"

The scientist standing behind the major interjected with some waveringness, and his expression always showed inexplicable fanaticism.

"Magic?"

The Major didn't bother with the Doctor behind him, but stomped his foot heavily on Nevi's head, making a string of boots stomp on the flesh.

The frenzy of madness filled the chubby body, and the constant stomping made Nevi's face ugly.

"Now, instead of us praying for strength, you need us to help you recover! Nevi, a famous wizard and blood queen in history! You're just a head now, a head that can't do anything!

What else would you like to do? ”

The Major pulled his cane out of Nevi's eye socket, then took out a piece of silk cloth from his pocket and thinly wiped the blood from the cane.

His tone shifted from madness to calm.

Seeing that the Major's movements were almost over, Lieutenant Thorin Britz on one side lifted the head on the ground with his hand full of evil tattoos and placed it in a small square box on the side.

"Major, Lieutenant Cain Abraham died at the hands of the priest while snatching the box, and Captain Bell was wounded. What are we going to do now? ”

Lieutenant Thorin Britz's question went unanswered, and the Major picked up the blood-stained hamburger and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it heavily.

It wasn't until he had swallowed all the food in his mouth that he said in a slurred voice:

"Go ahead and find this witch's body, and before that, let the Doctor put a little safety device on her, and you must accompany her at all times to prevent the Doctor from being seduced by her."

The major snapped his fingers, and Warrant Officer Schrödinger behind him handed over a tissue.

"Then inform Luke Valentine that it's time to go and say hello to Hesing, who, according to HAEM, has some interesting people there, like the Captain America with the shield back then."

"Yes, Major!"

Lieutenant Thorin walked directly in the direction of the laboratory with the box, the scythe on his back symbolizing the harvest.

It was only then that the doctor woke up from a dream with a frantic expression.

Thorin Britz, the only one in the final brigade with magical powers, is well positioned to resist the Blood Queen's bewitchment.

"Am I being bewitched? I was actually bewitched! Supernatural powers, is this magic! ”

The Doctor was marveling at the magic of magic, and the trembling fingers were a sign of his thirst for research.

"Alright Doctor, go do your research, Lieutenant Thorin will take care of your safety, we're about to have a big enough carnival!"

The chubby major sat back in his seat, his hands propped up in front of him, and an eerie glow flashed on the lenses of his glasses.

……

In a calm parish, a conversation is taking place.

"Father Anderson, how are your injuries?"

An old man dressed as a bishop said to Father Anderson, who was watching the children play.

If Father Anderson hadn't been in that church, I am afraid that even these children would not have survived.

He knew what the other party had taken away, but now he was not in a hurry.

"Bishop Kars, I'm ready to act, don't talk about missions here, they don't know anything."

Father Anderson prayed with the cross on his chest in his hands, in a holy tone.

His eyes were looking at the children, and there was love in his eyes.

God loves the world, but Anderson loves only the Lamb of God.

By "they" are the carefree children whose lives Father Anderson has saved, but at the expense.

Underneath his clergyman's gown, he had a large hole in his abdomen, in which a small piece of liver was missing.

It was a wound he had wounded from his fight with the werewolf, and although he had killed the bastard vampire who was playing cards, the werewolf was a little more powerful than he could have imagined.

Even though he was victorious in the end, he couldn't kill the monster.

"Blood Queen, the Blood Queen's head that those guys took away."

Bishop Kars whispered.

"The famous undead witch? This world is too big, and if I have a chance, I'll see if that guy is really immortal! ”

A pair of wings of light flashed behind Father Anderson's back, and his peaceful expression became a little hideous.

A fanatical and devout believer, there is no need to doubt the firm faith.

Father Anderson is the best knife in the Church!

Kars wasn't worried that Father Anderson wouldn't be able to deal with the enemy, and he had become even more powerful since Father Anderson got the favor of God.

If Anderson had not been a "betrayer" of the Thirteenth Section, then Father Anderson would have been able to put the word "holy" in front of his name.

The flame of undaunted courage made Anderson the most powerful force in the Church.

"We will gather strength, and the light of the Lord will shine over the world!"

The bishop said calmly.

“Amen！”

Father Anderson closed the conversation.