"Let's start our moves, we've got to leave something for the world."

Most of the last team were on board the airship, which was kindly sponsored by AIM Technology.

Even if Mordok himself doesn't admit it, Vanguard has now been completely tied to the chariot of the last brigade.

Victory or defeat, AIM will be stamped with the mark of the Third Reich, even if they were born from it in the first place, but it is not a notoriety they are willing to bear.

Mordok sat in a chair in the corner, looking ugly.

His extraordinary intelligence is almost useless against a group of madmen.

Because these guys never listen to him, even if he can influence the minds of others, these soldiers have long lost their minds, and their hearts are full of a strong desire to destroy.

The airship has enough technology on it to avoid being discovered during the flight, and what is even worse is that the major carved the flag representing endless suffering on the airship, and also spray-painted the logo of Pioneer Technology on it.

And the firepower on board the airship is also enough for a less violent war.

Now Mordoc couldn't get out even if he wanted to, he could only watch the giant ship sink and take him with him to gouge through the gates of hell.

"Hey!"

One by one, the officers standing in front of the major stretched out their arms, expressing their remembrance of the lost mad empire.

They had waited too long for this feast.

They were also ready for war, and one by one they were looking forward to death.

"Gentlemen! I love war! Gentlemen, I love war! Ladies and gentlemen! I love war the most!

Love the war of annihilation! Love Blitz Battles! Love strike battles! Love defensive battles! Love siege battles! Love the Breakout! Love to lose and retreat! Love the Sweep War! Loved the retreat ......"

The chubby major stepped on the corpse of his former superior with one foot and began his speech loudly to the soldiers in front of him.

The turbulent sentences speak of the cruelty of war and the fanaticism of this crazy leader.

His speech was full of descriptions of the tragic scenes of war, full of admiration and yearning for war.

That frenzy quickly reached the hearts of everyone on board the airship.

The whispers turned into thunderous cheers, and the fanatical war machine began to act.

The Major had recently learned about his commander in front of the soldiers, and this catastrophe could not have been prevented by the ideas of a single man.

Those who hinder the tide have only one possibility of destruction except victory.

The soldiers had lost their human appearance, twisted demonic horns and bright red skin, combined with goat's hooves, had deprived them of the last vestiges of being human.

Even though the study of demonization was not yet mature, the vampire-transformed soldiers were still happy to accept this new power.

Now they can't talk to each other anymore.

"What the hell are you longing for! Do you want a more intense war! Looking forward to a war that will be as merciless as dung! Looking forward to a storm-like battle of crows at the end of the iron wind and thunder and fire? ”

As the major's speech drew to a close, Captain Duberbruff, who was standing beside him, lowered the brim of his hat and stood there without saying a word.

Now he was the only one in the final brigade who was pure, and even if he was a pure werewolf, he was better than those vampires and demons mixed together.

The werewolf captain wanted to get a good night's sleep from the beginning, he was just a silent man caught up in the waves.

As a pure werewolf, he had enjoyed the battlefield and indulged in the strange thrill of blood spilling.

But now he just wants to sleep peacefully.

The major raised his arms and shouted to enjoy the frenzied praise of the soldiers in front of him, and the battle was about to begin.

The word "war" came out of the mouths of the soldiers, and they became even more fanatical with demonic powers.

The immortality of the vampire and the power of the demon are mixed into the ghost of this crazy empire!

Mephisto's figure appeared in the shadows not far away, his face excited.

According to the contract, the souls formed by the lives killed by these soldiers will be returned to his grasp.

The greater the scale of the war, the stronger he will be.

As long as hundreds of thousands of souls, he can completely escape the control of the body in hell.

As long as he slowly wanders in the world and gathers his soul, then he will become a hellish monarch walking in the world!

Freedom had a completely different meaning to him as a doppelganger.

The joy of deciding the next move of one's own volition made the doppelganger of the Hell Monarch begin to have a smile on his face.

As for Nevi's revenge?

He didn't care.

Just as even Mephisto's deity couldn't kill Nevi when he arrived, Nivi couldn't kill him, the doppelganger of the Demon King of Hell!

Among the fanatical soldiers below are agents who originally belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., but after many transformations, these agents have also lost their minds and become crazy members.

The Third Reich used their unique means to transform these otherwise unwavering agents in a short period of time.

Discipline creates strength! Team Strength!

And this power is put on the crown of "glory" to cast action!

Beings who can't find their place find themselves in this crazy collective, so they are even more crazy!

The Third Reich did just that, and in this way created the storm of mad empires.

When people are caught in the middle of a wave, no one is soberly aware of what they have done.

They will only say, "I just did what I was supposed to do", hiding all the brutality and injustice from the collective.

Naturally, the sober are ostracized, either drowning in the wave or becoming part of the splash.

And how many of the agents are sober?

Or how many people in the world are really sober?

It's hard enough to just recognize what you look like.

"Gentlemen! Let's create hell together! ”

The Major summed up the last sentence with his usual smile.

He may not have wanted to put on this expression, but most of his body has been completely transformed into a machine, and he can't do anything other than these few specific expressions.

His enthusiasm and fanaticism may have been complicated, but none of that mattered.

The tide is moving, and even the initiators are hard to stop.

The major shouted loudly with a grin, throwing himself into this outright!

His gaze was blocked by the lenses of his glasses, and he could only see a pair of shiny lenses emitting a cold light at the soldiers!

Everyone knows that he has his own goals, but the soldiers don't care anymore, they just want a big ending!

The frenzied roars of the soldiers echoed through the airship that was about to take off.

With a shake, the war is about to begin!

……

"Report, the last brigade is on the move! The armed forces of the Church have also arrived in the periphery of London. We have not found out how the last brigade will act. ”

Nick Fury in S.H.I.E.L.D. quietly watched the agent in front of him report the news, and then silently picked up the landline on the table.

Landlines that are only connected to the internal line are particularly useful when transmitting commands.

"Dugan, let's go!"

Nick Fury just finished saying this, and then turned his head to look at Coulson in front of him with some hesitation.

"Now, you can enjoy a vacation."

Nick Fury wasn't going to send Coulson to Helsing to take Steve's job as he had been told.

This is a war, and Coulson is not a direct entry into the battlefield.

"Director, Captain America is there, and fighting with him is one of my biggest dreams."

Coulson said with his head down.

He had no intention of running away, and he was willing to sacrifice his life as long as the battle was necessary.

"There aren't many people in S.H.I.E.L.D. who can intervene in this war, this is a war between the transcendent against ordinary humans, and our individual power is too small."

Nick Fury sat at the table, his eyes wandering.

With London as the main battlefield, he did not have the courage to use nuclear weapons directly past Britain.

This kind of thing is not something to be ridiculed.

Nick Fury felt that even if the battlefield was in New York, the stinking politicians wouldn't be crazy enough to drop nuclear weapons on their homeland.

Now, the battle is no longer unequal.

"Director, if the situation gets out of control, nuclear weapons will be the last resort, and for the sake of hundreds of thousands of people, we should also devote our best efforts to defeat the enemy."

Coulson looked up and said in a confrontational voice.

He was unhappy that Britain had refused aid from other countries, and that only small forces could now be dispatched.

Britain is not arrogant, but because the vampire named Accardor still fills them with confidence.

Accardo's strength had been proven in war, and they were confident that they would be able to extinguish the flames of war caused by the last brigades.

"If you don't need a vacation, then go ahead and track down Hydra!"

Nick Fury snapped off Coulson's application.

Nick Fury believed that humans could win the battle against native creatures, even if his hand was on the old pager.

"If you insist."

Coulson slammed the door for the first time in a rage and disappeared.

Unbeknownst to him, Nick Fury had already used the Roaring Commandos for this decapitation.

Nick Fury miscalculated the circumstances of the war.

The last brigade is not there to rule the world, nor is it to seek profit.

They just want a bright enough ending.

Killing Accardo was the most glorious result they knew.

All for sabotage, for the sake of the war itself.

Even the world's most sophisticated analysts could not have imagined the plans of these madmen.

The decapitation campaign will not stop these madmen from slaughtering.