Bourkeso was guiding Rorschach in basic training on the Holy Mountain, and Gu Yi, not far behind him, was drinking sparkling water, and Emperor Weishan was communicating with Bourkeso sentence by sentence.

Emperor Weishan's power could not move alone without the summoner, so he had to let the Ancient One act as a bridge of communication with Burkeso.

Tossing and turning is now that the sky has darkened, and the time of the day has passed quite quickly.

For the terrifying existence of the Seven Demon Kings, Emperor Weishan didn't dare to treat it as non-existent.

As for the other recruits, except for Bruce Wayne, Natasha, and Hawkeye, who were just selected, who were still training, the others returned to the city.

He was accompanied by Steve.

Steve intends to form a squad of Avengers to deal with some troublesome things, and these barbarians are his first target.

So Steve was going to have a dinner with Rumlow and them, and he was going to talk about his philosophy, at least to get on good terms with these barbarian recruits.

"Captain, you've been at this old training ground lately?"

Rumlow whistled and looked at the underground space with a two-handed sledgehammer at his waist.

It's spacious, but it's a bit unworthy of Steve's status.

"I don't know where to get my retirement salary, this place was arranged for me by S.H.I.E.L.D., which is already good."

Steve's presence could not be concealed from the military and the Security Council, but there was a heated discussion about what to do with the veteran.

A dead man who is mythologized will not stand up and lead the people, but this dead man suddenly comes back to life, and that is a huge trouble.

Their attention was focused on how to weaken Steve's influence, completely oblivious to the fact that the veteran needed basic living expenses.

Supposedly, his salary should be paid by the military, but how can Steve, who doesn't even have a driver's license, get paid?

"Cool~"

Luke looked at the training ground below, looking at the hanging sandbags with some eagerness.

"Didn't you say you were going to have a dinner?"

Jessica stroked her hair and said softly.

Matthew didn't say a word on the side, he didn't have time to change his clothes, he was still in tatters.

"You'll have to change into your regular clothes and go again, besides, your weapons are too conspicuous."

Steve glanced at the people in front of him, one with a sledgehammer pinned to his waist, one with a machete, and one with an axe and a mace on his head.

These weapons are on the street, and they are the kind that will be directly shot by the police with five magazines.

If it weren't for the large enough car sent by S.H.I.E.L.D., whether these people would have been able to come to this training ground safe and sound is a question.

"Do you have any clothes for us here?"

Jessica grinned, her clothes still in the sackcloth shirt that Madoc had dug up from the warehouse. After he recovered, Luke put it on her.

Thinking of this, Jessica punched Luke, although Luke didn't know why, but at this time, all he had to do was giggle.

"The agents have gone to buy the right clothes, but your weapons are a little hard to handle."

Steve hung the shield in his hand on the wall to the side and looked at the people in front of him.

Rumlow sat directly on the ground, he was used to this kind of sitting position, after all, the average chair could not support the weight of a two-handed hammer.

Matthew casually tucked the two weapons on his waist into his backpack, as if instinctively.

Everyone's attention was focused on him, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Well, how did you do that?"

Luke asked Matthew with some hesitation.

"What?"

Matthew was a little confused.

"You mean the backpack? Don't you have that? ”

Jessica seemed to understand something, and the axe disappeared directly into her hand.

"Will you too?" Luke was dumbfounded.

"I'll try, and I feel like I can do it."

The sledgehammer on Rumlow's waist suddenly disappeared and reappeared.

It doesn't look like he can do that.

Nephilim's abilities were wrapped in this space, and Matthew was the one with the highest bloodline level among them, and he had been able to do this a long time ago.

Jessica is a direct recipient of Orlac's bloodline, and is also higher in volume than the current Rumlow and Luke.

Rumlow is still a little short of opening the space backpack, and Luke is currently the weakest one in the bloodline, and he hasn't felt the existence of the backpack yet.

"Seems to be determined by the weight of the bloodline?"

Matthew whispered.

"Looks like I'm going to have to work harder, the secret realm of Talik Ancestral Land is really difficult."

Rumlow handed the hammer to Matthew and asked Matthew to help him put it away first.

"Jessica."

Luke shouted hesitantly, and Jessica gave him a roll of the eye before removing the weapon from his waist and stuffing it into his backpack.

"I envy what I see, and I don't want to carry a shield every day, if I don't bring any problems, it won't be easy to deal with."

Steve smiled heartily.

"Then when the agents bring the clothes, let's go to dinner. I know a good barbecue. ”

Steve just said casually that he wasn't going to feel jealous or anything like that for this ability.

"Why weren't you favored by those ancestors? I'm curious. ”

Rumlow grinned and said to Steve.

It is said that anyone who has passed the test of the Holy Mountain can get the opportunity to test, but the Steve in front of him was not favored by any ancestor, and he was a little inferior to Matthew at that time.

"Maybe I'm not in their character."

Steve turned and flipped into the ring and removed a pair of gloves from the side rope.

"Who wants to come up and have fun?"

Steve beckoned to the others.

As a fighter, Steve's martial arts skills are top-notch, and among these people in front of him, only Rumlow can compete with him a little bit.

The premise is not to compete for physical fitness.

On the other side, Nick Fury was sitting in his office, looking at John Wick in front of him with a numb scalp.

A string of goosebumps appeared on the smooth head.

For this guy who can destroy his life double for a dog without any scruples, Nick Fury is still a little frightened.

"I said, are you going to give me another shot?"

Nick Fury rolled his eyes and looked at John Wick in front of him.

"Can you resurrect people? Then resurrecting a dog should be possible. ”

John Wicker hugged the corpse of his dog in his arms, and his tone was a little cold.

Nick Fury has a bit of a headache, although he can resurrect humans, but resurrecting a dog is somewhat bizarre.

Resurrected humans will have some mental problems at some point and will draw some weird symbols on the walls.

But what happens to the resurrected dog? Spilling a symbol of a place when making a mark?

Dogs don't have that big bladders......

"Are you sure you trade this for your potency?"

Nick Fury said in a strange tone.

"If you can do it, I can be one of you."

John Wick looked at Nick Fury's eyes still cold, and one couldn't help but suspect that he would raise his hand and shoot Nick Fury's head.

Although his weapon had already been taken away when he entered S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Well, leave your pet here, and you'll see it alive in a few days."

Nick Fury made a somewhat difficult decision, waving Melinda out of the office with John Freeke.

Before he could let go of the strange feeling in his heart, an agent hurriedly broke into his office.

"Director! Tony Stark is missing in Afghanistan! ”

"Oh!"

Nick Fury's brain was so tired that he didn't even want to say "Mommy Fake", Tony Stark's disappearance was indeed a big deal, but this situation couldn't stimulate his tired heart.

"Send someone to find it, and report back when you find it."

Nick Fury picked up the white water on the table and drank it slowly.

"Yes, sir!"

The agent was a newcomer who had just been transferred from the military, and was clearly not used to the way agents worked.

After the terrible price paid by S.H.I.E.L.D., both the Security Council and the military sent a bunch of people into the S.H.I.E.L.D. body.

Nominally, it is to prevent the lurking Hydra from continuing to cause chaos, but in fact, it is to divide the big fat meat of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Coulson, on the other hand, is still based in the UK, and he wants to learn more about the Helsing's organization, such as how Helsing fights vampires.

For this semi-official organization, S.H.I.E.L.D. can only find out that they are experts in handling supernatural events.

But there is no news about their combat effectiveness.

In addition to cooperating with Helsing, Coulson also has to investigate the composition of his combat power.

If possible, it is better to poach the opponent's combat power.

"Sir, how long are we going to be here? Why don't I go buy dinner first? ”

The agent who was driving asked quietly.

"No, they acted, now follow."

Coulson pointed to the black van, or escort van, passing in front of him. Anyway, that car is not small.

"Yes sir."

The agents quickly put the gear on the gas and drove the car, and in order to prevent the situation of not catching fire, their car usually did not turn off.

So let's go.

……

In a building on the other side, Father Alexander Anderson was slowly wielding a bayonet in his hand and nailing a ghoul to the wall.

People who don't qualify as vampires are bitten by a vampire, and that's what they do.

Only virgins are eligible to become vampires after receiving the first embrace of pure vampires, otherwise they will only become ghouls who feed on flesh and blood.

The divine flames flashing from Father Anderson's bayonet were burning the guy little by little.

Human stumps and blood stains can be seen everywhere on the ground.

The building was overrun by vampires at some point, and the people inside are now buried in the wretches of ghouls.

And the innocent lambs who had been plundered here were with their eyes open, and the cracked corners of their eyes showed the pain and fear they had experienced before they died.

The bayonet in Anderson's hand slashed across the bloodstains on the wall, and he slumped slightly as he walked slowly.

It is the cruelty of these monsters that he has seen, so Anderson never shows mercy to monsters!

Behind the brutality is compassion for humanity, and after faith is devotion to goodness!

The sound of bayonets slicing across the walls was a bit harsh, but there was a divine glow in Father Anderson's prayers.

"Jehovah is my shepherd~I will not lack~"

Father Anderson muttered in a strange tone, and threw a bayonet at him, pinning a ghoul to the ground as he struggled to get away from him.

"He made me lie down on the grass, and led me to the water's place where I could rest, and he revived my soul, and led me in the way of righteousness for his name's sake."

The bayonet in Anderson's hand turned into a Bible page, flying around him. The light that flashed on the pages was like a rising flame.

He walked over to the ghoul on the ground and lifted his foot.

"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will not fear evil."

One by one, the pages of the book flew out in an orderly manner like leaflets, sticking to the surrounding walls. A golden thread connected the pages, sealing the church inside.

"Then it's time for you to be afraid!"

Anderson bared his white teeth and dropped his hard leather boots.

His prayer was not finished, but it was enough.

There is no need for mercy to those who are willing to be monsters!

The foot stomped on the ghoul's head, which splattered red like a burst watermelon.

But the pants of Anderson's identity are still pure white!

The ghouls turned into ashes in the flames, and they were somewhat brilliant.

"Do monsters deserve to be splendid after they die? It's disgusting! ”

In the moonlight through the window, he could only see the golden bayonets on his hands in the shape of a cross, as if to declare the end.

"Bang bang bang!"

Shots rang out from the direction he was facing, and Father Anderson straightened up, looking in that direction.

Outside the building, Coulson and another agent were sitting in the car and observing.

Five minutes earlier, they had watched as the crimson man and a gun-wielding girl in an khaki uniform had walked into the building.

Immediately after that, a burst of gunfire was heard.

Coulson stopped the agent next to him who wanted to get out of the car, and said calmly with a calm look in his eyes:

"Don't mix it up with monster battles."

After seeing the ghosts, Coulson felt that he was not capable of fighting vampires. Since those people were the men of the Helsing Agency, all he could do was wait quietly for the results.

It is the most reasonable plan to leave professional things to professional people to do.

A man in a red trench coat and a girl enter the building from the other side and start killing the ghoul.

Accardo and Silas Victoria!

After a short battle, a ghoul died at the hands of Silas's gun.

Before he could enjoy the joy of winning the battle, Silas fell to the ground in an instant.

Five or six bayonets stuck in her back, golden runes flashed from the grip of the bayonets, and the flames on the blades burned, making a sound of burning grease.

"Blessed bayonets?"

With a sinister smile, Accardo turned to look in the direction where the bayonet was flying.

A large number of pages flew into the narrow passage, and the pages hung high with the sound of iron nails being driven into the walls!

At this moment, the pages of the book are like lights, and they will be reflected in the bright hall!

It's also locked down here!

Father Anderson walked into Accardo's line of sight step by step from the corner!

The cross on his chest shone in the darkness, swaying like a firefly.

"We are the agents of the Lord, the earthly spokesmen of God's punishment, and our mission is to destroy even the last flesh and blood of the fools who rebel against the Lord!"

Father Anderson's bayonets interlaced and he laid out a cross in front of his eyes.

He made a pre-battle announcement!

“Amen！”

At the exit of the final declaration, the blades of the bayonets in his hands staggered and sparked fire!

……

In the Hesing, Intergula is holding a cigar and cutting off the tip of the cigar with a cigar clipper.

"Director! News from the Vatican! One of them, the Thirteenth Section of the Hidden Force, the 'Betrayer', has begun to act! ”

The intelligence officer in a neat suit reported the news in a hurry, but the words were still legible.

"You say 'betrayer'. It is the Vatican's informal executive body, and it is also the only strongest combat force that the Vatican has. ”

Intergula raised her eyes and looked at the intelligence officer in front of her, her tone flat and unwavering.

Perhaps this bit of news can't make this powerful woman lose her temper.

"Specialists in exorcising evil spirits, suppressing heresy, and exterminating heresy. Bearing the name of Judah, the thirteenth family that should not have existed. ”

Ingula didn't light a cigar, his fingers crossed in front of him, and he said the information of the Thirteenth Division.

"Troops?"

"Send one man, paladin! Father Alexander Anderson! ”

Anderson's name sounded, and the old butler on one side squinted his eyes and looked at Intergula.

There's no way to take the name lightly.

"Father Anderson? What if he and Accardo? ”

Intergula's tone was calm, and her mind was thinking about a solution.

At this time, she actually understood this doomed result!

Then Intergula stood up abruptly and pressed her hands on the table!

"I'm going to Bedolik too! Give me a gun and a sword, and two guards. Walter, I'll leave the negotiations with the Vatican to you. ”

Intergula turned and left the office in a hurry, but not in a panic.

The butler on the side bowed down and calmly agreed to the request.

Outside the building, Coulson was nervous when he saw the glow of the shining pages reflected in the window.

……

Anderson the Killer, Anderson the Decapitated Detective, Anderson the Reborn, Anderson the Angel Dust. Birth, race, and age are all unknown, but other than that, he is known to be an expert in fighting monsters.

Just like Accardo in the Hesin Division, he is the Vatican's ace in the fight against monsters.

The exterminators have never spared hands in the treatment of aliens.

"It's a good moon! Monsters! ”

Father Anderson stood in front of Accardo. There is a short distance between the two.

Silas barely lifted his head from the ground and let out a groan of pain.

"The voice of pain is lovely, Miss Monster. But if that's it, you won't die. ”

Father Anderson said with a contemptuous laugh.

"Because I didn't hit you in the heart with a single knife, what a vampire hunting you've never seen in a long time! Lately, I've been encountering all the crumbs, and I don't want to let you go too soon. ”

Anderson finished his sarcastic words with a smile on his face.

"The Thirteenth Section of the Vatican? Defector? ”

"Exactly, Helsing's lackeys."

As an institution that deals with supernatural enemies, Helsing, who uses Accardo, a vampire, as a trump card and uses monsters to fight monsters, will naturally not be recognized by the church.

Especially in the presence of Father Anderson!

"You're Accardo? Obviously a vampire but with a human companion? Kill monsters? Are you in captivity for food? ”

Father Anderson began to approach Accardo. He doesn't understand what Accardo is doing, it's just that he's cultivating quality food.

Accardo walked in the direction of Father Anderson,-for-tat.

"What's wrong with the ghouls here?"

"It's all settled, the ghouls are just some miscellaneous fish. There was no way to warm me up. ”

Silas on the ground tilted his head sideways to look at the two approaching men, gasping in pain.

The bayonet on her back was burning, and she felt her body feel warmth in the flames.

Feeling warm is never good news for vampires.

"You're all left."

Anderson's words are not toned, they are just stating a fact.

"Really?"

Accardo and Anderson staggered, saying this.

The battle begins!

The special pistol that Accardo raised and the bayonet in Father Anderson's hand intertwined, and the bayonet and the barrel of the gun were staggered, and the fire flickered!

Father Anderson was noticeably more swift, and the bayonet slammed neatly through Accardo's left shoulder.

Accardo let out a cry of pain, and the gun in his right hand landed on the crook of his left arm and opened fire!

Anderson's right-hand bayonet slashed through Accardo's body, and as a handful of blood burst open, Father Anderson sat down in the shadows in the corner.

"It's obviously at night, and he dares to fight vampires, what a brave priest, but he's still a fool."

Accardo commented on Father Anderson's actions with contempt.

"Master!"

Silas shouted at Accardo, the flames behind him still burning! So her voice was a little delicate.

"Don't speak, Silas, you've been wounded by a blessed bayonet!"

Accardo walked over to his "daughter", as if intending to pull out the bayonets.

As Anderson said, a bayonet that doesn't pierce the heart will only cause intense pain and won't take the life of a vampire.

It's just that the burning flame makes Accardo a little concerned.

But behind him, Father Anderson's tall figure reappeared, and the bayonet pierced Accardo's body from behind with a fiery glow.

"Hah! Click! Yikes! ”

Father Anderson let out a cautious laugh, his hands clenched in his bayonets, the flames scorching, and there was a burst of grease crackling!

Monsters are cruel to humans, so humans have a reason to be cruel to monsters!

Accardo flipped his body hard to free himself from the blade of the bayonet, and when he hung upside down, he held his two guns in both hands and opened fire fiercely!

Those who don't resist when attacked are stupid!

The bullet undoubtedly hit Father Anderson's body, and he fell to the ground again.

But in just a short moment, Anderson stood up again and charged at Accardo!

Accardo's special pistols and bullets didn't do much damage!

Anderson's bayonets staggered in front of him, making a metallic grinding sound.

With a wave of his arms, a wound was cut through Accardo's waist.

Blood splattered, then vanished in the flames!

Bursts of fire flashed across Accardo's body, and the flames were eating away at his body along the wound.

After a brief contact between the two, they distanced themselves again.

Father Anderson turned his body and charged again, his arms in front of him to keep Acardo's bullets low, and when the distance reached the desired goal, eight bayonets appeared between his hands, and then they were thrown!

The flame cut a line of fire in midair, and the power of the high-speed flying bayonet shattered all the glass in its path!

Anderson's strength is beyond the reach of ordinary humans!

The two Coulsons, who were observing outside the building, were attracted by the sudden noise, and Coulson swallowed slowly, and the traces of the blazing flames could be seen outside the building.

"Sir, you're right."

Coulson was noncommittal to his subordinates, but took out his phone and dialed Nick Fury's number.

"Director, it seems that Helsing's combat power has met the personnel of the church, and something may happen."

Coulson didn't know the details of the two sides of the battle, but the sacred flame allowed him to identify one side.

Nick Fury on the other end of the line rubbed his head.

"Keep watching!"

If Helsing's combat power was lost at this time, then Nick Fury would have to think about gaining combat power from elsewhere.

This is not good news.

Although they have some friendship with the church, this friendship cannot be seconded to combat power.

After all, the occult matter is the purview of the Occult Investigation and Defense Bureau.

Nick Fury hung up the phone and began to think about what to do next.

And in the building, the battle continues!

Accardo shot in an attempt to shoot down the flying bayonet, but it took every two shots to interrupt the flight of a bayonet.

It wasn't a long distance, so he couldn't intercept all the bayonets that came at him.

In an instant, his body was pierced by four bayonets, and the part of the bayonet that had submerged into Accardo's body was burning violently.

Father Anderson, who was immediately behind the bayonet, reached out and pressed Accardo's head and pushed him against the wall.

The sheer force caused a dent in the walls.

In the blink of an eye, Anderson's identity took out two bayonets and passed through Accardo's seal, killing Accardo's chance to fight back, and Accardo was directly nailed to the wall!

But there was still a look of disdain on his face.

The pages behind Accardo began to burn the moment they touched the vampire, and the eerie smell of burning blood was heard in the air.

“Amen！”

Father Anderson roared as he looked at the immobile Accardo!

"Self-regeneration?"

Accardo's voice was a little difficult under the flames.

"That's right! It's the technology that we humans have developed to fight you! ”

Anderson replied simply, and then the throwing knife in his hand reappeared, throwing it with the air of a rainstorm!

Accardo was like a hedgehog under this attack, nailed to the wall and lowered his head!

Behind Father Anderson, a pair of flame-like wings of light loomed!