"The Knight of the Courland Sword Friends Cultivators, all three hundred and forty people, Jin!"

"Knights of Kalatto Kabanuye, all one hundred and eighteen people, Jin!"

"Knights of San Stefano, Tuscan Legion, all two hundred and fifty-seven, promoted!"

……

Several phalanxes of paladins in gear were making loud reports to the figure in front of them.

The white pointed hood, the obvious cross insignia, and the hawksbill helmet and a series of other costumes indicate the identity of these people.

This is the armed forces of the Church from different regions.

"Here we go!"

Anderson looked at the forces belonging to the church not far away, and the figures of the soldiers holding high the flags and weapons spoke slowly.

Now his emotions are slightly more complicated.

What can transcendents do in such a war?

The armed forces hidden by the Church in all parts of the world had been assembled, and behind him stood all the members of the Thirteenth Section.

At this time, his former proud disciple was being hoisted by a helicopter from a podium in mid-air, shouting loudly:

"Kill all the heretics and monsters, that's what my teacher taught me......"

The new Archbishop Maxwell is mobilizing at the front.

Anderson frowned as Maxwell heard what he had said, he was feeling sorry for his former disciple.

What can a church leader who does not know how to be merciful do? 】

Father Anderson thought with some skepticism.

The church is the will of the Lord on earth, but it has become the weapon of the man who holds the power.

He doesn't shy away from fighting for his faith, but what's the point of waging a war for an unrighteous goal?

What Maxwell told Father Anderson was definitely not the whole story.

Father Anderson suspected that this was Maxville's collaboration with the last brigade for power.

What could be more convincing than preaching the gospel of the Lord than saving the world?

Obviously, his disciples had long since embarked on a path that he would not allow.

"Cut!"

Father Anderson gritted his teeth and clenched the cross on his chest.

Traces of exertion can also be seen on the hand holding the Bible.

The fighting strength of the present was not small, and the Church had gathered 3,000 fighters from all over the world.

Each of them is a warrior of the Lord, with the determination to dedicate everything to the faith.

They're not a militia like the Osiris Club, they're the regular army of the Church when it comes to fighting monsters!

Each one has the combat power of the top special forces or above, and in the battle with the monsters, they are constantly consumed and filled.

Each of the three thousand people standing here now has the ability to defeat a small group of monsters on its own.

They are all the power that the Church has put into this war.

The real elite power is still hidden, and perhaps the church thinks that this power is enough to solve the problem.

Or maybe they don't have much faith in Maxwell.

However, Father Anderson believed that Maxwell had a plan in mind, after all, his ambition to become a "big man" would not allow him to fail.

And all the news about the last brigade will only be passed down through Maxville, and this guy must know some hidden information.

It's just that Father Anderson is still a little uneasy.

"Father Anderson, your Thirteenth Section is tasked with monitoring Intergula in Hesing, keeping an eye on their movements."

Maxwell held the microphone and arranged the task in a lofty posture, and Father Anderson's dissatisfaction became more and more intense.

It's just that at this time, he still has a hint of illusion, after all, Maxwell is the most proud disciple he has ever been.

But this tolerance is likely to soon turn into compassion for liberation.

"Archbishop's order!"

Father Anderson accepted the order in a flat tone, and it was exactly what he wanted.

The Blood Queen Nevi and the vampire Accardo are now under the control of the Hesin Agency, and Father Anderson wouldn't mind taking care of the two monsters while keeping an eye if he had the chance.

He was so prepared that even the flame on his biblical palm began to burn.

It's just that he doesn't even want to mention the name of his former disciple now.

Father Anderson knows better than Maxwell the true power of the Church, and only the call to angels is the real card.

This is clearly not clear to Maxwell, or he is clear but does not care.

But for Father Anderson, it didn't make much of a difference.

"Why do we exist!?"

Father Anderson shouted with a low growl, and he turned to look at his fellow priestly guards behind him, his head slightly bowed.

These fellow priests dressed as priests are out of step with those paladins because they are the thirteenth section of the "betrayals"!

"We are 'betrayers'!" Betrayer 'Judas! ”

The priests responded neatly to Father Anderson's inquiries. The tone was flat and fanatical.

For these priests, Father Anderson is the most conspicuous banner, and they don't care what other believers think of him, just as Father Anderson never cares what other people call him.

"What is your right hand, 'traitor?'"

Father Anderson bared his teeth, and his voice stirred up as if to suppress his inner disapproval of Maxwell's actions.

Father Anderson was full of trust and pride in his colleagues in the Thirteenth Section.

"Short knives and poison!"

The priests began to march in unison, and they were about to go to their own battlefield.

"What is the left hand of the 'traitor' thou wilt?"

Father Anderson watched as his colleagues slowly walked past him, continuing to ask questions in a pressing voice.

"Thirty pieces of silver and straw rope!"

When the priests responded to Father Anderson's question, they all bowed their heads and spoke reverently.

Even the clenching of the cross on the chest is uniform.

"'Betrayer' of you, what are you?"

This time, Anderson did not wait for an answer, but sang all the loud chants with his colleagues:

"We apostles are not apostles, believers are not believers, believers are not believers, traitors are not traitors.

We only have one thing! Bow down only to receive grace, only to bend down to rebel!

A dead pawn wielding a short knife in the dark and poisoning him at dinner!

I'm waiting for the Dead Apostles, the Dead Apostles! We are the Assassin 'betrayer' Judas! When the time comes, he throws 30 pieces of silver into the place of God and hangs himself with straw ropes! ”

Father Anderson turned around and walked between the priests' ranks, followed by two of his disciples, and headed for the front.

"Then we'll gather together and go to hell! I wish to fight the seven million four hundred and forty-five thousand nine hundred and twenty-six hungry ghosts of hell! ”

An earth-shattering roar rang out from the priest's ranks, and the rest of the paladins watched without saying a word as the priest of the thirteenth section took the lead.

The short cry suppressed all the doubts in Father Anderson's mind, as long as there was an enemy in front of him, then he would only think about one thing.

That is, from what angle the bayonet in the hand can solve the target faster.

According to the Apocryphal Messiah, seven hundred forty-five thousand nine hundred twenty-six hungry ghosts are the number of angels who have followed the angels of the Morning Star into hell.

They occupy one-third of all the total number of angels.

All the priests in the thirteenth section of the "traitors" are only there to fight against God's enemies, and what the Lord hates is what they have to deal with.

The priests of the Thirteenth Section are fully mobilized, and the remaining troops are waiting.

Wait for the moment when the real hellish awrath will appear!

Maxwell was waiting, waiting for the last brigade to arrive, and he needed a catastrophe to establish the glory of the church.

It's all just waiting for the crazy actors!

At the door of a church not far from the power of the church, the angel Gabriel, who had disappeared for a long time, looked at them with a serious face.

He felt as if his fateful time was coming.

Gabriel silently spread his wings, and the wings that had been torn off by Bourkeso had been inexplicably restored not long ago.

Even the tips of the wings could be seen radiating a hint of blue light.

Gabriel shook the blonde hair from his head, looking a little lonely.

All the people of the church were as religious as ever, but they were victims of the path of unrighteousness.

These people are not qualified to ascend to heaven.

God doesn't need fancy garments, but humans do.

God needs the faith of man, but it is only God's mercy.

This is the truest thought of the angels.

God's beloved people are not the mobs who set foot on injustice in his name, but those who endure pure in the face of all suffering, and who fight against danger and never indulge in the pleasure of violence.

God is the hope of salvation!

……

"The last brigade is on the move!"

Steve slammed open the door to Intergula's office, phone in hand, stating directly what he had received from Nick Fury.

He had just finished his call with Nick Fury when the black-hearted guy passed on the relevant information.

Compared to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Church, Helsing's speed of receiving news was undoubtedly a little slow.

However, there is still time, and it will be some time before the final brigade even wants to reach London.

Nick Fury didn't calculate Helsing when it came to human security.

Behind Steve, Rumlow and Casillas stood shoulder to shoulder, both carrying half-empty bottles.

Casillas was wobbly and didn't look very good.

Not long ago, he was a mage, and he needed something to help him get used to his current identity.

Matthew groped with a mace, and the three barbarians who were here were ready for battle.

"Accardo!"

Intergula just glanced at Steve and called Accardo directly, now is not the time to greet Steve, and there is no need to ask for S.H.I.E.L.D. sources.

"Fight for you at any time, my master."

Accardo's figure stood in front of Intergula through the wall, a strange smile on his face, as if he was looking forward to the war.

Butler Walter moved his fingers slightly, and a few threads slid in front of him, and then regained his composure.

The time that Walter had been waiting for was finally coming, and he just had to stay dignified, wait for the right time, and then fulfill his long-cherished wish.

"Free the River of Blood when you feel the need! Now you can move freely. ”

Intergula snuffed out the cigar in his hand and spoke slowly.

Time was of the essence, but it was not enough to make it necessary for Intercula to abandon elegance, and speaking in a hurry would only make his image frizzy, and other than that, it was meaningless.

At this time, although Britain was not fully prepared, everything about this war was already planned.

It is no longer possible to evacuate the residents, and the city, with a population of more than eight million, cannot complete the evacuation during this time.

Now they can only take refuge nearby, at least there are a lot of facilities in London that can escape the attack and still use.

At this time, Pewood, a British dignitary, was sitting in the dispatch department, and was passing the news everywhere. When war broke out, this was the central command relay center.

The M11's forces have also completed their defensive lines, waiting only for the enemy to appear.

Humanity will not stand still in the face of war! That is very certain.

"Yes."

Accardo said with a smile as he bowed, then squeezed his arm, raised his palm in front of his eyes, and looked at the few people at the door through his fingers.

His expression was a little sarcastic, but he still restrained his state and did not release the cold aura. Unleashing one's own inhibitions in this place doesn't seem like a good option.

He was expecting a feast of fighting, but now he didn't even have a pre-dinner hors d'oeuvres.

So he's not in a hurry.

He stood in place and turned into a puddle of blood, then disappeared into the building.

Accardo was going to a place with a better view and waiting for the feast to begin, and it was this land that the Vampire Ancestors' table was in.

Matthew and Rumlow are both the opponents he expects, and the death of the monster at the hands of a human is the most appropriate fate.

As long as they can meet each other on the battlefield, Accardo feels that this result will inevitably come.

None of the humans he valued had a favorable opinion of him.

It doesn't get much better than that for him.

"What this vampire is after, what seems like something you don't want to see?"

Rumlow said to Intergula in a slightly drunken tone, and there was no need to ask any more subtle questions at this time.

Aside from Intergula and Walter, it was Rumlow who knew the most about Accardo.

After all, he's the only one who runs to the basement these days to talk to that vampire.

Rumlow had already had some speculation about the relationship between Accardo and Intergula, but he wasn't going to ask about it at this inopportune time.

Rumlow's seemingly slightly drunken face, the pair of eyes were very clear.

He ultimately wanted news about Hydra, and the final brigade was the best target for intelligence.

The remnants of the Third Reich got the ghosts and said that they had no connection with Hydra, who would believe it?

I'm afraid that they themselves will not believe this result.

As for Accardo and Hesin, they are just pawns in the war like him.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. guys are free to move, we've already decided."

Having no intention of answering Rumlow's question, Intergula bypassed the men at the door and left the scene with Walter.

She's going to the General Headquarters now, and now that the war has begun, it's time for her to be there where she is needed as the one to deal with it.

Vampires, who possess deformed immortality, are extraordinarily alluring to greedy creatures.

And the last brigade has the power to create vampires directly in defiance of transformation conditions, which is simply terrible.

Intergula couldn't watch Peywood alone in the all-important multi-central dispatch room, so she was on her way to that position now.

She had prepared for the worst, but out of trust in Accardo, she remained optimistic about the victory in the battle.

It's just that I can't bear the possible sacrifice.

Silas is leading a mercenary army in another location, a reserve for Helsing, who will only go into battle when needed.

"Blade is gone, aren't you going to contact Luke and Jessica?"

Steve asked Rumlow behind him, picking up his shield.

As a veteran who has retired from the battlefield, he knows very well how powerless an individual is in front of the group if he does not have a certain level of strength.

So he's worried about Luke and Jessica, who don't have news yet.

Steve, who had felt the power of the barbarians, also felt that his worries might be a little unnecessary, but it was his habit.

Steve never abandoned his teammates, and simple inquiries were his subconscious habit.

The Blade had just left Hesing, and with all his injuries healed, he was coordinating forces at the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in London to face the battle that followed.

Blade's combat prowess isn't as great as it is when facing vampires, and it might be better to let him lead the agents.

"The date between the two of them is in vain again, but they will probably feel happy on the battlefield dating."

Matthew said as he swung it twice with a mace.

He didn't care much about Luke and Jessica.

If the enemy was just the kind of vampire soldiers I'd seen before, Luke wouldn't have to worry about their safety at all.

It's just that Matthew always feels that something is wrong with the current situation, after all, after Bourkeso let out that loud roar, he went straight back to the holy mountain, and the specific people present did not know what happened.

"Then let's go too, try to find the headquarters of the last brigade, and complete a beautiful decapitation!"

Steve nodded when he heard this, and walked straight out after speaking.

S.H.I.E.L.D. won't turn a blind eye in this war, and that's Steve's trust in Nick Fury's old shadow.

As for the Blood Queen stranded in Hashing, she doesn't need to pay attention anymore, she will take action.

Nevi had already said that she would take revenge on the last brigade and then die.

This is no longer a cause for concern.

After witnessing the existence of Bourkeso and the Ancient One, it was impossible for Nevi to do anything boring.

At this time, the Baron of Hell was appearing in St. Paul's Cathedral with Constantine and Demio.

According to the BPRD's lengthy investigation, King Arthur's last burial place is here.

For this reason, the entire BPRD manpower even gave up the protection of important people in the UK, and went all out to investigate the news of Shi Zhongjian.

Even now, they are still trying to analyze other possible positions, and for this reason the BPRD has even abandoned its role on the frontal battlefield.

Even the task of protecting key personnel has been entrusted to M11.

As a human force against monsters, the M11 will not be easily defeated, at least until the arrival of reinforcements.

And now the Hellboys need to find the sword in the stone that accompanied King Arthur to the end in this place, and then complete the final blow to the Blood Queen.

However, in the innermost wall of the church, a tiny crack was emitting a white glow.

Konstantin was standing in front of the crack and scrutinizing.

His innate sense of danger was a constant reminder that the great trouble he had been feeling was inextricably linked to the rift.

Since Konstantin returned to England, he has been feeling that pervasive sense of oppression, until he saw this crack in front of him in person, and his sense of crisis has reached its peak.

Even the whole body was trembling slightly.

The whole soul had affected his judgment, and he would not be depressed by the emotion of "fear" when he was not afraid of this emotion.

But the ubiquitous sense of crisis made him not even in the mood to tell his usual bad jokes.

"Konstantin! What are you looking at? ”

The Hellboy patted Konstantin on the shoulder with some irritation, the search for the sword in the stone had consumed a lot of his energy and time.

Every time the BPRD found possible news, they rushed to the scene non-stop, but all previous explorations had failed.

For this big guy with demonic blood, the process was not easy.

St. Paul's Cathedral is the most likely location in the survey.

"I'm looking at this crack, and the power on it is a little hard for me to understand."

Konstantin frowned and passed the cigarette butt in his hand through the crack in front of him, and by the time he got it back, the burning cigarette had already been extinguished.

The front end of the cigarette was as cold as if it had been a long time, the paper on the front was yellowed, and the end near the hand was still white.

For Konstantin, a guy who has experienced a lot of wind and waves, he can distinguish any form of power that exists.

But this time he saw something completely beyond comprehension.

So his face was very ugly.

The existence of the power of time is a matter of no need to be disputed, but it is still very dangerous for Konstantin to feel the power of time in person.

"Is this time?"

Konstantin said in a skeptical tone, and at this point he could only use time to explain what was happening in front of him.

Then he took a piece of charcoal out of his pocket and began to draw around the crack.

He didn't think he could solve the problem, but it was better to try it than to do nothing.

He could feel his scalp itching as he faced the crack, and the feeling of pressure made him struggle to control his body to complete the delicate drawing that required this time.

"What time? We don't have much time left! ”

Hellboy leaned down and glanced at the crack, but he couldn't see anything in the blinding light.

Vaguely, he saw a ·-· head with an expression on the other side.

The Hellboy didn't have time to tell what he had just seen when he was interrupted by Konstantin.

"Don't get so close, no one knows what will be on the other side!"

Konstantin turned his head to look at the Hellboy, and then saw a weird guy with a huge head and a black suit not far behind the Hellboy.

At that moment, Konstantin's hair stood on end, and in the face of that strange existence, the fear was unprecedentedly high.

"What's that!"

Konstantin was very uneasy and exclaimed!

"What?"

The Hellboy turned his head to look at Konstantin, a little confused. He couldn't understand why Konstantin, who had always been a child, would make such a tail-like sound.

Hellboy's tail slapped the ground with some irritation.

"You've seen E· T aliens? It's the kind of guy with the head who wears a black suit! It's yours! Behind! ”

Konstantin reached out and snapped the sawn horns on the head of the Hellboy, causing the Hellboy to turn his head completely.

That is, the hell boy did not deliberately resist Konstantin's strength, otherwise the weak Konstantin would not be able to break the neck of the hell baron, which was about as thick as his head.

"I'm X! This XX is even more terrifying than you described! ”

Hellboy's eyes widened the moment he saw the monster, and he turned his head back to look at Konstantin.

Then he was confused.

"What? What are you holding on to my horns? If you like me, I can see it off for you next time, let me go now! ”

Hellboy said with some dissatisfaction.

He knew that the demon's horns were a good spell casting material for Constantine, a psychic mage, but he couldn't accept someone grabbing the horns on his head.

As the hell boy repeated the question, Konstantin's pupils dilated for a moment.

With this little bit of anomaly, he understood what kind of power that strange monster possessed.

Dealing with demons and angels, his analysis of strange abilities is the top-notch.

"This is it!"

Konstantin struggled to break the head of the Hellboy again, and this time he even stood up to make the Hellboy turn his head.

"I'm X! This is outrageous! ”

"Don't look back!"

Konstantin shouted, exerting all his strength to keep the Hellboy looking directly at the monster.

As soon as you leave sight, you will lose your memory of that monster.

Konstantin understood this.

"Man! What are you guys playing? ”

Demio looked at the two people who were pestering with some headache.

He looked at the Hellboy and Konstantin with a strange look in their shocked eyes, these two guys were not joking at this time.

Although he was reluctant to do everything with Konstantin, the M11 had no spare manpower to take over the job.

So he also followed Konstantin's line of sight.

“E· T is real! I knew it! ”

Demio exclaimed immediately.

Although he was always dealing with all kinds of monsters, this was the first time he had seen an alien.

Although he had always been skeptical, after all, demons and vampires existed, so the existence of aliens did not seem to be an impossible thing.

Then he turned to Konstantin and the Hellboy and let out a furry roar.

Even some traces of man-eating tigers appeared on their bodies.

The man-eating tiger is feline, so he really fried it.

But the moment he turned his head, he forgot everything he had seen before.

The name of this monster is "Silence"!

Everyone can only remember everything about him when they see him, but as soon as they look away, then this guy will disappear from memory.

It seems to be some kind of rule, but until now no one has been able to come up with a solution.

"What to do!"

The Hellboy had pulled out the pistol on his waist and pointed it at the silence.

Konstantin, on the other hand, widened his eyes and pressed the arm of the Hellboy.

He had some ideas other than attacking.

However, because of his actions, the Hellboy turned his head again, and all the memories of the silence disappeared from the hellboy's mind.

"What? Why did I pull out my gun!? ”

The Hellboy pulled his arm back from Konstantin's hand, and then looked at the special firearm in his hand in confusion, and his tail slapped the ground uneasily.

Konstantin once again witnessed the power of silence, and then chose to look at the silent monster.

Now that he understands the power of silence, the next step is Konstantin's best words.

"Who are you?"

Konstantin asked urgently.

Yet silence was silent.

Silence, like his name, barely speaks or makes any sound.

But when they speak, they can form an eerie control, similar to hypnosis or bewitchment.

In order to avoid some bad situations, the silencers have learned to be silent.

His very existence is a secret.

Konstantin stared at Silence's big black eyes, waiting for an answer.

"Bang!"

Demio on the side was not held down by Konstantin's arm, and in the face of an unknown threat, he shot at the first time!

As a professional soldier, he won't let the enemy out of his sight several times like the Hellboy did.

So after frying his hair, the moment he turned his head, he immediately remembered what had happened before!

At the moment when Silence had just raised his arm at him, the gun in his hand began to shoot directly.

Silence is a being whose hand can emit an electric current that can easily kill any ordinary life.

Demio's early strike allowed him to temporarily escape the curse of Constantine's teammates, which is worth celebrating.

"What did you do!?"

Constantine shouted loudly to Demio, but he turned his gaze and forgot everything about the silence.

"What?"

Because of Konstantin's shout, Demio also shifted his gaze, and the moment after the threat was resolved, he relaxed, so he was turned away by a subconscious action.

So now no one knows what just happened.

Now it was Demio's turn to look at the still smoking barrel and be confused.

"What did I just do?"

Demio was puzzled by the gun, but those present had lost all memories of the silence.

"I mean, stay away from this rift, I'll try to cover it up with magic."

Konstantin shook his head, he always felt that something bad had happened before, but no matter how much he thought about it, he didn't get anything.

So I can only focus on the crack in front of me.

His subordinates also began to draw magic arrays.

"Is the Sword in the Stone really in this place? No matter how you look at St. Paul's Cathedral, it doesn't look like you can hide anything. ”

Demio was somewhat suspicious of the BPRD's findings, and focused his gaze on the crack.

St. Paul's Cathedral is a well-known attraction, and even if there is anything hidden inside, it should have been discovered a long time ago.

"You say I'm a descendant of King Arthur, so could the other side of this rift be the place where the sword in the stone is hidden? As it says in the comics, only those who are qualified can open the door to seal the treasure? ”

Hellboy stopped thinking about why he wanted to draw his gun, and casually put the special pistol back in the holster.

He was pretty sure there was no crack in St. Paul's Cathedral before that.

"Read less comics, Anu! According to my experience, behind this kind of treasure that 'requires qualifications', there are ambitious demons! ”

Konstantin drew the circle a few points faster, and by the way, he belittled the hellboy's hobby of reading comics.

Incidentally, the name of the Hellboy was also called.

"Then you tell me where the sword in the stone is!"

The Hellboy said with some dissatisfaction, he didn't know much about the name "Anu en Rama".

Konstantin's way of acting was a little too cautious, and the hellboy, whose brain was not much bigger than a walnut, was shaking violently, which made him a little unhappy.

"The legend of King Arthur is the realm of the occult, and the occult must be treated with caution!"

Constantine's magic circle was drawn, and he roared loudly at the Hellboy.

Then a tall, messy figure with short blond hair walked in from outside St. Paul's Cathedral, holding a wooden sign.

The wooden sign reads "The End of the World" in large letters.

"If I think about it, can't you ask a professional?"

It was Rorschach, who had been thrown in London by Bourquesor, and he had already asked the Ancient One about the Blood Queen before.

For this guy who is obsessed with truth and justice, the Ancient One Mage has no idea of hiding it.

Because no one can say whether Rorschach will use his usual means to force the mages in the residence, and those little mages do not have the power to go against Rorschach's will.

In order to save his apprentice from being guilty, the Ancient One mage even told Rorschach, an out-and-out conspiracy theorist, the location of the sword in the stone, not long ago.

"I hate the word 'I think'!"

Constantine yelled angrily at Rorschach, who had just come over, when he heard "I think", and then watched Rorschach condense the hammer of the ancestors and directly shatter the floor in the center of St. Paul's Cathedral.

"But, I don't hate you!"

Konstantin kept his tone high-pitched, and then coaxed.

Although he had never met Rorschach, he was impressed by the skill of the Hammer of the Ancestors.

At that time, the scene when Mammon and Satan were used as hammer handle wheels by Bourkeso, Konstantin felt that he would never forget it in his life.

I can't forget the sentence "I am thinking".

"Hellboy, come here! The sword in the stone is underneath. ”

Rorschach frowned and shouted Hellboy.

For this half-human, half-demon guy, he has no good feelings, and is even a little hostile.

But the Ancient One had already told him not to do anything to the Hellboys, so as not to disturb the doomed ending about Nevi.

Rorschach seeks the truth, and once he knows it, he may be obsessed with making it public.

But he doesn't spread incomplete "truths" to fool others.

So he was also waiting for that moment to come.

"Konstantin, you didn't tell us you had such a friend."

Demio whispered to Konstantin.

The strength that Rorschach had shown before had left Demio in awe, and it was unimaginable for a big cat to smash the floor.

"It's not my friend, but it doesn't matter."

Konstantin urged the Hellboy with a smile.

Now that a barbarian has arrived, then he has confidence.

After all, Bourkeso was the thickest thigh he had ever known.

Then Konstantin turned around and began to mumble the incantation, he was about to complete the last step of the magic.

This time it wasn't magic from hell or heaven, but the power of a voodoo magician.

Sorcery!

The ceiling of witchcraft is not low at all, and there is still a guy on the earth who claims to be Dr. Voodoo, and his sorcery attainments are even comparable to the ancient one before becoming a supreme mage.

Konstantin took all sorts of disgusting things out of his pocket and stirred them in a jar, the stench was a little unacceptable.

As he stirred, the jar began to glow with a faint green glow, and he could complete the sorcery by pouring it on the circle in front of him.

Isolated in both directions, it is difficult for any existence with mystical strength below the level of the Great Demon to discover the existence here.

This is one of Konstantin's techniques for pressing the bottom of the box.

Anyway, no one knows exactly how much stock is pressed under Konstantin's "box", but if his "box" is ready-made, it may be pyramid-shaped.

Hellboy glanced at Rorschach with obvious repulsion, gave up the idea of handing him a chocolate bar, and chose to pull out a cigar from the hand he put in his pocket.

Originally, he still had a good impression of Rorschach, but now it's gone.

Demio stood not far behind Konstantin, keeping a distance.

That's how he seeks safety, he's not the half-demon of Hellboy, his life isn't hard at all.

So a little away from Konstantin is obviously a good way to protect yourself.

"What are you waiting for?"

Rorschach said with some dissatisfaction, this time he didn't have his own mask with him, so the dissatisfied expression didn't need to be guessed by others from the changing mask pattern.

He almost wrote the words "I'm very upset" on his face.

"Okay, jump off, huh?"

Hellboy jumped straight down with a cigar in his mouth, and then saw the skeleton crawling with spider silk and dust turn to ashes in an instant.

Directly opposite the seat of the skeleton, a sword stuck in stone was placed in front of him.

Rorschach glanced at Constantine and Demio, and jumped straight down.

He has an extraordinary stubbornness for the "truth".