Father Anderson put away the bayonet in his hand, and all the pages of the book returned to their Bible appearance and were pressed into his hands.

He was never merciful to aliens, and killing was his way of solving these problems.

Although he did not have a good attitude towards the infidels or unbelievers, he did not go straight to action without saying a word.

Yang Valentine's body was radiating a blue glow, burning to ashes little by little.

Although he tried to tell some important information in exchange for his own life before he died, Anderson never had an interest in listening to alien nonsense.

The glowing bayonet cleanly dealt with this "powerful" vampire.

At least compared to the vampire shreds, it's pretty strong.

"The Lost Lamb Is Blackened......"

Anderson glanced at the blade warriors still burning under their bayonets on the ground, and after a few words, scattered the pages around.

It's like sending a flyer, but it's quite solemn in the divine light.

The light dissipated, and Anderson's figure disappeared in place.

Only the blade warrior who was gritting his teeth to resist the pain was left lying in place.

"Ah, in vain I took a special look."

A slightly immature voice sounded, and a teenager in the uniform of the Third Reich appeared in front of the eyes of the Blade Warrior.

A boy with cat ears and a cat tail, Warrant Officer Schrödinger.

The real face is the experimental cat of the famous "love" cat madman Schrödinger.

As the intelligence gathering officer in the final brigade, always present in any location.

To exist or not to exist, to live or to die, it meant nothing to this teenager.

So it's everywhere and never existed.

"A vampire unlike anything else?"

Warrant Officer Schrödinger spoke into the air in front of him, and on the other side, he appeared on a small television.

"Do I need to bring this guy back?"

"No, now the plan is about to start, there is no need."

"Roger!"

Warrant Officer Schrödinger gave a military salute, then pulled away the bayonet that Anderson had left on the Blade Warrior.

Then it vanished.

He may have acted out of the cat's curiosity, as if the cat would always push the cup on the table to the ground, or perhaps for fun.

Warrant Officer Schrödinger's behavior and habits are basically the same as those of cats.

"Damn it! What are these guys? ”

The Blade struggled to his feet, his wounds still bleeding.

The part of his body that belonged to the vampire had been burned by Anderson's power, and he now felt very weak.

Dragging his wound out of his pocket, he dialed Nick Fury's phone number.

The call was quickly connected.

Because he had talked about Hydra in the previous phone call with Nick Fury, according to what he knew about Nick Fury, the guy was now waiting for his call.

"Hey, come to my place at once, you come here yourself. It's best to bring some blood bags, blood type doesn't matter. ”

Blade's voice was a little weak, he didn't expect to see Nick Fury's body, but the only person he could rely on now seemed to be that guy.

As for the positioning, the phone in his hand or somewhere on his body, Nick Fury was definitely prepared, the one who doubted that the bastard wouldn't let him move freely.

It's also because his backup staff is not suitable to appear on this previous battlefield, and here he is in danger, otherwise the Blade Warrior would not need to contact Nick Fury to rescue.

And Nick Fury may have left a stand-in not far from him, otherwise Nick Fury wouldn't have been able to do it.

Although the stand-in needed nutrient solution to stay alive, Nick Fury's greedy S.H.I.E.L.D. funds were definitely enough to keep enough supplies in those safe houses.

Blood bags, which are considered medical supplies, are definitely not lacking in them.

"I'll be there shortly."

Nick Fury directly agreed on the phone, although Nick Fury, who answered the phone, had only just gotten up from the floor.

Hellboy's fists are not easy to take.

……

"What are you going to do with this little mage?"

Colick is stepping on Casillas' shin to prevent the guy from using spells like teleportation.

When Casillas had just woken up, Ancestor Kolik directly interrupted his spell casting.

Although Colik didn't have a good temper, he just let Casillas lie on the ground to calm down, and didn't knock the unlucky guy out casually.

Perhaps it was the big treasure on Casillas's head that made Colik a little unbearable.

These mages like to use the magic of that dimension as a starting point, and Colic has been keeping an eye out for it in order to prevent this mage from unleashing that thing on the Holy Mountain.

"Do you want an heir?"

Bourkeso looked at Casillas with a headache.

Casillas is now just a fool who thinks he's been deceived, and he hasn't had time to do evil yet.

But have already been beaten by barbarians.

This guy is really unlucky.

It's like a recruit who skipped night training to go to a tavern for a drink, and directly bumped into the supreme commander who was resting.

"I don't want to have a baby."

Colik stepped away from Casillas' foot, and then vanished.

Casillas was left looking up at Bourkeso in front of him.

"Teacher!"

Casillas unleashed a summoning spell to summon the Supreme Mage, the Ancient One.

The Ancient One refused his call, reaching out through the portal and giving Casillas a slap in the face.

Although it is not a serious mistake to plot to obtain the power of the dark dimension, that kind of power is not something that Casillas, an immature mage, can grasp.

Who made the current Lord of the Dark Dimension the teacher he called, who was unlucky and unlucky?

"Well, it seems that we have to ask the more idle ancestors who want you as an apprentice."

Bourkeso lifted Casillas directly and placed him on the ground to stand firm.

Then a group of ancestors appeared around.

"Bourkeso, you're here with another mage."

"I still don't like mages."

The ancestors chattered and said, although they knew what Bourkeso meant, but there were few ancestors who were interested.

Then most of the ancestral spirits disappeared, leaving only a few bits and pieces.

"Are you relieved to give him to me?"

An ancestor spirit with a calm face opened its mouth.

"Banar, I don't think he will survive your secret realm."

The other patriarch said with some impatience and apprehension.

"Qualkek, why do you always interject."

"Because of the responsibility for life."

The berserker Banar and the general of the Sacred Mountain guards, Qualkek, remained here.

It was Banar who was calm, and Quarkek who was impatient and worried.