"Fire!"

There was a shout from among the vampire soldiers, and then a dense stream of bullets rained down like a torrent of bullets.

Ghost Rider's body trembled like an epilepsy, and he was head-on with the impact of ammunition.

The vengeful spirit in Ghost Rider's body is completely awakened by sin, and Mephisto's mission is completely forgotten.

Although the vampire soldiers are much more powerful, they are not very good in battle.

If in a one-on-one battle, they don't seem to be much stronger than those human elites.

When facing the Ghost Riders, they don't have any good solutions other than constant fire suppression.

Especially since there is no high-end combat power among them.

In the face of the killing of the truly transcendental, this struggle seemed a little tragic, if it weren't for the blood on the corners of those guys' mouths still hanging on their faces.

"Ah~~~"

A muffled roar came from Ghost Rider's mouth, and who knows how a skeleton could make such a layered sound.

The chains that had fallen to the ground during the previous battle with the Hellboy were life-giving and snaked along the ground until they touched the bones of his flaming hands.

The flames of Hell soared, and Ghost Knight wielded his chains as if he were holding a shield made of flames.

The bullets turned into molten iron and scattered all around under the heat of the flames.

The skeleton's body loomed over the vampire soldiers like a dark shadow, and Ghost Rider's body crossed a strange dotted line and appeared in the middle of the soldiers.

"Judgment!"

The iron locks wrapped around the flames of hell shattered the soldiers around him like paper, turning them into a cloud of ashes.

"Lieutenant!"

The vampire soldiers began to chant as if they wanted to be supported.

There is a bit of unwillingness to face a desperate situation on the battlefield.

However, their cries went unanswered, and the Ghost Rider slaughtered them through and through.

……

"Major, isn't it cruel to give them up like this?"

Warrant Officer Schrödinger leaned forward slightly and asked the man who was sitting high in the main seat.

Known as the Major, the man was somewhat bloated, with his hands supported on his jaw with white gloves.

The whole face was hidden in shadow, except for a pair of spectacle lenses that were reflecting the faint blue.

"Oh? So Warrant Officer Schrödinger, do you think any of us can go and fight that skeleton? Don't forget our goals. ”

Warrant Officer Schrödinger smiled innocently like a child, and the cat's ears above his head shook a few times.

"In that case, Captain Belbruf should be able to win, and Lieutenant Lieber Van Winck, and even Lieutenant Sorin Britz should be able to do it."

The tail behind Warrant Officer Schrödinger flicked restlessly a few times.

"Who, then, is going to continue our plan?"

The man, known as the Major, picked up a hamburger from the armrest of his seat, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and muttered in a slurred manner.

"That werewolf is still far from what we'd like."

In front of him was the head of the werewolf of the Roaring Commando, a disdainful smile crossed his lips.

"It's a lot worse than Captain Belbruf, but why don't we keep collecting material?"

The figure of Warrant Officer Schrödinger suddenly appeared behind the major, a pair of amber eyes that seemed to be flashing in the Brynblin.

"The day we have been waiting for is not too far away, and we need a little bit of patience at the last moment."

The bloated body stood up from its seat, and the body of the Major, that is, Max Montana, let out a rusty metal grinding sound.

……

"By the way, isn't there something complicated about this?"

Matthew looked at the Hellboy in front of him, swinging his fist like a pestle, and his weapon clenched tightly.

The battle in the depths of the base couldn't escape his senses, and although he didn't know the dress of the vampire soldiers, he knew that this kind of army-like non-humans were definitely stinking scum.

"It's not complicated, just send all the demons back to hell and smash all the monsters and it's over."

Hellboy's trench coat is sprinkled with meat sauce from the Witchheart, an image that may whet the appetite of some of the ladies with their own unique hobbies.

To be honest, it really looks like the old godmother has been sprinkled on her body.

"Then I, go and deal with those guys inside, I can't stand this stench anymore."

Matthew stepped directly over the Witchheart Demon on the ground and walked towards the depths of the base.

The weapon was pinched in his hand, and a faint trace of red light could be seen.

"We were abandoned!"

A commander-like vampire spoke in a non-wavering tone as he turned on fire.

His face was stained with dark red blood, a memento from the werewolf's flesh had dried up.

"It's not the grand war we're looking forward to, but it's a joy to die in battle!"

The commander tossed aside the empty rifle in his hand, pulled out the pistol at his waist and charged the ghost rider.

"Die!"

Ghost Rider's mouth uttered a low roar that was difficult for humans to make, as noisy and shrill as a disturbed sound.

Their battle had reached this point and was nearing its end.

Vampires formed by mass-produced technology do not have magical powers, they are just waiting for a war to come to an end.

This is the time before the curtain ends!

"Bell~bell! Bell ~ Bell! ”

The mace in Matthew's hand struck casually on the metal wall beside him, and he walked over with orderly steps as if he had measured the distance.

"Miscellaneous people, are you ready to be torn to shreds!"

Matthew tilted his ears sideways, as if he wanted to hear a response other than screaming.

"You! Guilty! ”

The iron lock in the Ghost Rider's hand swung directly at Matthew, and as for the soldiers, they became flying ashes under the flames of hell!

"I'm curious, what kind of sin are you talking about?"

Matthew snapped the outstretched lock on the ground with an axe, mocking on his handsome face.

Just as the laws of mankind are ineffective against demons, how can the laws of demons judge mankind!?

What is the basis for the fact that the court that received the petition of heaven was trampled to pieces by the Crusaders, and that God was able to judge the sins of mankind without any reason?

Matthew, as a lawyer, is full of mockery about the punishments of heaven and hell.

Treating fairness as an existence that is nothing, trying to teach humans the existence of fairness.

This in itself is unfair.

Most of the time, the Ghost Rider's driver is not his own will, but the almost mad spirit of vengeance.

The Spirit of Vengeance doesn't answer such questions, he's just killing everything according to his own standards in the name of "judgment".

Of course, he still uses the Infernal Flame of Zatanos from Hell!