"Fight, fight, fight a little harder, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you win, no matter how many enemies you defeat, it is useless, I should have won from the beginning. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Huh? A clown dance show for the final victory, hahahaha"

In London, a labyrinth of underground water clocks built in the last century, a tall man in an overcoat looked at the stench around him, and looked at the ceiling with a child's smile like seeing something of interest, and a few huge rats that had lost their breath of life lay at his feet. There was a rustling sound around me, the sound of dirt and gravel being dug up.

"It's boring, this game, the victory was decided before the start of the game! Why? ”

"It's a redundant question."

"Because, of course."

"I participated!"

As he spoke, the man spread his hands helplessly, revealing a helpless expression, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth showed that his mood was very happy at this time.

"A group of so-called heroes, warriors, warriors, fights and kills, it's really boring, if the opponents are such reckless, it's strange to lose."

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What's going on? Is something coming?

It felt as if someone was holding the heart in his chest with his hand, and a breath of death, a sense of desperate fear pressed down on his body.

It was like being targeted by a natural enemy, and the feeling that he would lose his life at any time was haunted in his heart.

A figure descended from the sky and fell into the red and white legions, on the left was the white-clad legion with a steel spear in hand, and on the right was the black-clad legion clad in blood-colored cloaks and holding a black spear.

In the midst of all the attention, the figure descended on the battlefield with a wild laugh, and the rampant laughter echoed in the room, overpowering all other voices.

It's like the appearance of the main character.,It's like the domineering side leak of the main character.。

"Wow! Hahahahaha"

Standing between the two armies, he turned a blind eye to the men surrounding him with weapons in his hands, and let out a rampant laugh as if no one was around.

Alcatel, the vampire Alcatel, the monster Beyond Alcatel, rode his car, rode his ghost ship, crossed the storm of the Atlantic, came to London, which had been turned into a dead capital, and officially entered the battlefield.

"Draining"

The sound of the pages turning suddenly appeared in the wild laughter, accompanied by the wind, the pages in the sky appeared in front of the White Legion, the pages flickered, the figure appeared, and the tall figure of Father Andrew appeared in the field with the flying pages, with round glasses, holding two swords and posing in a super cool pose, as the strongest combat force of the White Legion, officially stepped into the battlefield.

At the same time, a guy wearing a military coat with an expressionless face also fell from the sky, and the captain with no name fell to the front of the black-clothed army, compared to the formation of the two people in front, the guy who belonged to the last brigade was extremely low-key. But such a low profile cannot be regarded as low combat effectiveness, it is such a mediocre guy who fought a fierce battle with Alcatel for half a century and retreated, if there was no such guy half a century ago, then the last brigade, the second sea lion operation, would have been swept into the garbage heap of history half a century ago.

Looking into the distance, Alcatel chanted in anticipation, completely ignoring the enemies on both sides who were staring at him as if they were on the verge of a great enemy, and called out as if no one was around, calling out to his master, calling out to what he was expecting.

"Master-! O my master! O Interlake! Please give the order! ”

In a sing-poetic and sing-like sing-like tone, Alcatel prayed and looked forward to it.

"My servant! Vampire Alcatel! Listen to my orders! ”

Standing on top of a ruined bell tower, looking at the battlefield in the distance, Intertrigus said this, and his voice suddenly entered the tense battlefield.

"Annihilate them all! Don't let them leave the island alive. The Legion of Whites dyed it crimson with a spear of silver, and the Legion of Black dyed it crimson with a spear of black iron. Dye all the grass and trees and dye our enemies bright red! ”

"Kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy!"

"Roger! I see, my master. ”

"Hohohoho"

"I won't disappoint you, my master!"

With a low roaring laugh, Alcatel smiled with great happiness and happiness.

It is as if the smile of a teenager who has been suppressed for decades has been liberated.

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In the sky, above the battlefield, the major was like a director, on the battleship, looking down at the three people facing each other below, watching everything go step by step according to his script, showing a smile mixed with anticipation and joy.

"The Armed Guards of the Third Reich NSDAP Private Legion, Vampire Panzergrenadiers, Combat Regiment [The Last Brigade], Total Remaining Strength, 574 Soldiers."

"Rome? Catholic Vatican Papal Chamber, Ninth Airmobile Crusader, remnants of troops, 2,875. ”

"Knights of the British Empire, Remnants of the Church - 2 men"

"Intruders on the Battlefield - 2 people"

[Blocked slavery style is number zero]

【Open!】 】

"Return after annihilation! Transform into thousands of troops and return safely! ”

"Let's get started! Let's go! ”

- The song of hell

Waving his hands like a conductor and giving the order to attack like an ancient general, Interlagus gave the order to unpack the note that sealed the monster. Half a century later, in the world's famous capital, the cage was broken, the lock was opened, the reins were untied, and the monster was released!

"The Bird of Hermes - My Name"

"Devour your own wings to control your own heart."

muttered a sentence from the most important alchemical document of the fifteenth century in Europe, TheRipleyScroll,

Tie the rope of the monster, close the cage of the monster, lock the lock of the cage, and untie it all at this time.

Hell, a hell deeper than the burning London that is now burning, has come back half a century later!

"Puff puff" "Bang bang bang" "Da da" "bang bang" "

Will die will die

The Black Legion and the White Legion, who felt bad, launched a frantic attack on the clearing in the middle.

Andrew stuck countless blades into Alcatel's body, while the nameless captain on the other side approached and attacked him with his fist, and other ordinary soldiers, either with guns in their hands or with rocket launchers, frantically held the trigger and fired countless bullets at Alcatel. Regardless of the consumption of bullets, at this time, there are only four actions to pull the trigger, aim ahead, and reload the bullets.

"Everyone here feels that something terrible is going to happen. If you don't defeat this monster,"

Pierced, interrupted, crushed, cut, scorched.

Countless attacks landed on Alcatel's body, and injuries that could kill people appeared on his body, disappearing immediately, and his body returned to its original state.

The body that is constantly being torn apart by damage, like a black hole, devours all the damage that comes to this body.

"It's coming, the Yellow Fountain of Death is coming!" On the deck of the battleship Bismarck, Walter looked down with a solemn face, looking forward to what would happen next, and he would not hesitate to betray what had been waiting for half a century.

"The dead are dancing, hell is singing!" The major, who had his back to a few men, muttered in a frenzied and expectant tone.

The scene that the Major had been looking forward to, the scene he had seen again after half a century.

"Hahahahaha! It's amazing, don't you say, my Alcatel~"