"Who the hell is this guy?"

Dugan panted and raised his revolver to shoot at Walter, biting a saliva-soaked cigar and roaring.

John Wicker casually blew up a few Blood River Souls, and his eyes had to turn to the young Walter.

"Death!"

John Wick swallowed and said with some nervousness:

"Death, Walter! I had heard of the name of this senior when I debuted, but he had become the pinnacle of humanity decades ago! ”

Since a guy like Walter exists, he can't go without a trace.

As a member of the non-mainstream killers, Walter is a well-known guy on the dark side.

This group of hyena-like killers, as long as they can be recited to get their names, none of them are the kind that shoot from afar.

There are countless operations such as chasing cars and attacking, bullet turning, and pencil killing, and it seems that there is no problem with one more wire cutting.

"Isn't this the old butler in Hesing?"

Rumlow scattered dozens of souls in the river of blood with a single hammer, and took the time to glance at Walter, who was entanglement with Matthew and Steve with silk threads.

There was no difference between that outfit and the old butler he knew, and certainly no difference in the way he fought.

"We're fighting all the time here, when are we going to be beheaded!"

Bucky shook off his repaired robotic arm, flung out a few metal parts, and said with an ugly face.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. team was supposed to arrive for the decapitation operation, but now that they are blocked in the middle of the road, which is not good news.

Although Bucky's metal hand has been repaired, its strength has been reduced by more than a notch.

After all, Hydra's technology is more focused on materials than on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s. side.

"Matthew!"

Steve shouted Matthew's name, then rushed in front of him with his shield on his head.

The silk thread in Walter's hand, though strong, was ineffective compared to a vibranium shield mixed with Edmund alloy.

When Matthew heard this shout, anger was also building up in his body.

With his weapon in front of him, he charged in Walter's direction.

The mace and axe broke through Walter's special silk thread and slammed into the chest of the handsome young Walter.

Marcie tilted his head back, intending to make up for another headbutt at the moment of impact.

"Hah!"

Casillas roared loudly and swerved sideways from one side of the river of blood to the other, his entire body covered in crimson blood.

In the face of an enemy of insufficient strength, the Barbarian is an unhindered harvester.

Casillas felt the joy of the rampage that Kanuk had mentioned, and the enemies were reduced to pieces by immense force, which made him completely excited.

"Who are our enemies? Is it the vampire or those lunatics? ”

Rumlow roared, and though he was ready to fight Accardo, the vampire progenitor was on the same side as them right now.

Blocking the river of blood is nothing more than the souls of these dead are about to attack all life.

Especially the souls of those guys dressed as paladins in the church don't look like kind believers at all, and they all exude an air of madness.

"It's both, and it doesn't seem like there's anything to care about."

Gabriel appeared in this place with some minor injuries, and although his image was a little embarrassed, he seemed to be in good spirits.

"Gabriel?"

Rumlow placed his sledgehammer behind him, guarding against the sudden appearance of the angel.

Gabriel's arrival caused the undead in the River of Blood to turn as if they were facing a natural predator.

"Excuse me, have you seen a demon covered in black?"

Gabriel asked with a gentle smile, as the diversion of the Blood River had made the few people here much less stressed.

At least now they can concentrate on the tough guy Walter.

Gabriel had the upper hand in the battle with Mephisto's clone, after all, that clone was the first echelon of targets for the Imprius Flame.

He had to pay a great price to escape from Gabriel's pursuit, and his current condition was not good at all.

If I were any weaker, I wouldn't have been able to disobey the orders of the beaten body in Hell and crash into the Holy Flame that blocked the passage.

That Hell Monarch in Hell is being beaten up by three barbarian positions.

Basically, it was ravaged by six feet in turn with "earthquakes", "earth trampling", and "landslides and ground cracks".

Boots over a size of fifty kept leaving footprints on his face, and the feeling was very sour.

Now it seemed that the three barbarians were a little more wicked, and the two remaining Helllords were rolling on the ground like puffs of air.

"You mean that black mist-like guy?"

Steve roared loudly.

Matthew used the weapon throwing and brute force throwing skill not far behind Walter.

The hand axe flew towards the black mist with a flash of lightning, making a "whining" sound.

"Gabriel, do you think I'm going to be helpless!"

The black mist let out a roar and immediately burrowed into Walter's body.

Although the first round of the fight with Gabriel has already been declared a failure, now the second round can begin!

The people who made the deal with him weren't just the guys in the final brigade, and the Mordok who was desperate to escape!

Mordok provided him with a strong enough shell, and he told Mordok about the "tried-and-true" method of escape.

Walter was the channel through which Mordok fulfilled his contract, and this body contained the demonic blood collected by Mephisto's clone, and even incorporated a little bit of his own energy.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to rush into this powerful body beyond the limits of humanity without hindrance.

And he just told Mordoc: "As long as you get stronger, you can leave." "It's really working.

Because he doesn't intend to weaken his power, his recent trades have been conditional on the "notification method".

Mordok, who had never dealt with demons, even if he had extraordinary intelligence, did not expect that Mephisto's doppelganger would be so short that he had no intention of making the next transaction.

This is not surprising.

Because this doppelganger has wanted to get rid of the name "Mephisto" for a long time.

Originally, he was able to achieve this goal this time, but he was just unlucky.

"Of course I know you'll be ready, but have you ever thought your contractor isn't as stupid as you think?"

Gabriel looked at Mephisto's clone as he stormed Walter's body with a mocking look on his face.

This body was not as perfect as Mephisto had imagined.

Because Mordoc is not just a demon for help!

A highly intelligent person who knows the existence of the extraordinary will not make the mistake of putting all his eggs in one basket.

Walter's body is transformed with the power of an angel!

Walter's body is no weaker than Van Helsing, who Gabriel incarnated hundreds of years ago.

His body can be used as a refuge for the demon to descend, and naturally it can also contain the soul of an angel!

And the power of Accardo, a vampire, turned this body into a cage!

The souls of demons and angels must be divided in this body to end, and in the process, Walter's will will awaken!

When the battle between the angels and demons is over, the victor will help him fight in Accardo!

This was the condition that Walter accepted before he accepted Mordoc's transformation.

The last brigade is also an enemy for Walter, he can temporarily tolerate the enemy in order to recover to the top and fight Accardo, but there is no reason for him to refuse when he has a better choice!

"Mephisto's doppelganger, you're dead!"

Gabriel smiled subtly, his blonde hair fluttering in the wind, and the blue light swept behind him, and he rushed headlong into Walter's body.

At this point, the road ahead is clear!

Steve: They'll be able to get on with their decapitation mission!

With murderous faces, the group walked towards the place where the airship fell, where the fuse of all this was waiting for them to harvest.

Accardo slowly appeared at the end of the street with the long sword in his hand upside down, and he looked at Walter in front of him with a little embarrassment.

Aging is too cruel for human beings, and the strong will eventually become weak.

The wise can become stupid, and the fear of "becoming weak" will eventually lead humanity down a less beautiful path.

Walter, as Accardo's former comrade-in-arms and a powerful human being he recognizes, is finally coming to an end.

Accardo's hair swayed in the state wind, and his stubble face looked a little sad.

Accardo, who is shown as a piercing male, has a little more human breath than that demonic shape.

By the way, he stuck the long sword in his hand into the ground, looking a little nostalgic.

"Vampire Accardo, do you also struggle with emotions?"

Father Anderson stood behind Accardo with a bayonet in his hand, his tone wandering.

He did not believe in an ethereal God, but in the Prius, the archangel of courage who had resided in his body.

The courage to defend everything, and the determination to never regret it, was something he had mastered since he came into contact with Imprius.

He will not show mercy to the monsters, because the Archangel of Courage is also stubborn.

He will not be gentle with unbelievers, because Prius is never kind to non-angels.

But Anderson, like Imprius, is bright!

Because Prius learned to tolerate Nephilim after facing the beheading of the Great Demon God, Anderson's attitude towards life was also full of compassion.

The two became more and more similar in the process of getting along, and Father Anderson can now be called a believer in courage.

In Anderson's eyes, Imprius is his master!

The rest of the church was too far away from Anderson because Anderson had truly seen what he could call "Lord."

His faith will not waver!

"Anderson, Alexander Anderson! Can you send me eternal sleep? ”

Accardo's voice was faint, as if whispering.

The birth of the vampire Accardo is itself a blasphemy of faith.

How devout Accardo himself was, and how much he hated the gods after his death.

It wasn't that long ago that he had experienced the resurrection of the gods, and the brilliance of the Prius made him feel warm for the first time in a long time.

The sacredness and immensity were feelings he had never imagined.

Even when he was insulted as a slave in his youth, the cross in his hand did not have that radiant warmth.

"Vampire Accardo, or Piercing Gong Dracula. What kind of path you have chosen exists. ”

Father Anderson pushed his glasses with the bottom of his palm, hiding his gaze behind the lenses.

Anderson's knowledge of Accardo is no longer limited to the concept of "vampire".

The name Piercing Gong is a great name.

Alucard and Dracula are just pronounced in reverse order.

"After betraying your faith, you have also betrayed the name of Dracula, and you have not regretted calling yourself Accardo?"

Father Anderson's tone was very unkind, and the anger contained in the face of the monster's existence was still rising.

"Is faith really necessary for human beings?"

Accardo said with confusion on his face.

"God doesn't need gold, but man does."

Father Anderson took a few steps back, keeping a relatively appropriate distance from Accardo.

"Faith cannot be used as a bargaining chip, then there is no connection between humans and gods."

Accardo walked forward, carrying his sword as he went. The river of blood not far away began to converge in this direction, how could a monster face the powerful human of Father Anderson alone?

The "Demon King" should wait on his throne for the brave man to come after overcoming all the obstacles.

Only then will the brave be qualified to really fight the Demon King.

The vampire king is ready to take on the challenger.

At this time, there were still hundreds of thousands of souls in his blood river, and this number was not much different from when Van Helsing challenged him.

"Anderson, what about your companion? You alone can't solve my soldiers. ”

Accardo closed his eyes and said to Father Anderson.

"Teacher!"

At this time, two injured figures fell from the eaves on one side, and a very regular footstep was heard not far away.

Anderson's disciple, the paladin Hainkel Wolf, and the nun, Yumi Takagi.

And the owner of the footsteps, a young man dressed as an archbishop came over on expensive handmade calfskin boots.

The commander-in-chief of the power of the Church, Archbishop, Enric Maxwell!

"Teacher, this church expedition has failed."

Maxwell tucked his hair back and pressed the strands of his hair that had been curled in the wind against his scalp.

"Maxwell, have your ambitions been accomplished?"

Anderson let go of the bayonet in his hand, wrapped his two apprentices in the crook of his arm, calmed his two hostility towards Maxwell, and then looked at the most proud disciple in front of him.

"Now who's to say I'm not a big guy? I am the Archbishop and a disciple of you, the Holy One on earth. ”

Maxville's face was calm.

Maxwell was at Anderson's side when he woke up Imprius, and he was just as close as he was exposed to the miracle of the Archangel of Courage when he woke up.

I love power, yearn for glory, and hope that I can always be high!

But Maxwell was also a devout believer.

The moment Father Anderson awakened Prius, he became known as Alexander St. Anderson.

Could the disciple of the Holy One be inferior to the name of the archbishop?

Maxwell, who wanted to be called a master, had already found his way, and the living saint needed a helper to deal with trivial matters.

This person can only be him, Enric Maxwell!