Somewhere in Europe, on a steppe by the sea, a man rests on a chair, and the newspaper covers his body like a quilt. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Chief, get up, Director Maxwell."

In the distance, several men wearing crucifixes and priest's clothes approached and called out to the figure lying on the chair.

"Huh?"

"The team of armed priests of the advance team, Andrew, and others have protected Intergula and fought the pursuing vampires."

"Hey, what a bunch of stupid pigs, I obviously told them not to rush to have them first."

Hearing such news, the man, that Maxwell got up and said unhappily.

Then, as if he saw something, he turned to face the sea, saw the flames that faintly lit up the sky, and said with a happy face.

"Oh?! It's so beautiful, it's hellish. ”

The priest next to him continued to report.

"London, the capital of the United Kingdom, is already in a state of destruction, and fires larger than the London air raids are continuing to burn. There are countless dead, and of course there are countless people who have turned into ghouls, right? ”

"This is divine punishment, and it is all to blame for those idiots who want to use heresy and be proud. It was a pleasure. ”

When Maxwell heard of the tragic situation in London, he did not sympathize in the slightest, but said happily.

"Kela", "Kela", "Kela"

The sound of armor colliding against each other and metal boots on the ground sounded, but the few people in front of them continued to discuss without paying attention.

"What about across the Atlantic?"

"It's also a big mess, there's already a fire in the White House, and what's even more exciting is that in addition to the president, thirteen key aides have died. Halfway through the congressional session, the security adviser suddenly becomes a vampire, and you can imagine what will happen next. ”

"Where's our branch?"

"It's been deployed, it's all deployed, and if the casualties continue to expand, we'll start moving, but for now, we're holding our ground."

At this point, Maxwell couldn't help but snap his fingers excitedly and commanded.

"Because their chaos is good for us, and the longer the chaos lasts, the better."

"However, at the moment, their activities are limited to this, if I don't want to kill them, there is a good chance of success, why do I have to stand still now?"

"Because I'm not interested, as long as they don't provoke us, it doesn't matter. EXCEPT FOR THE UNITED KINGDOM, HELLSING, AND ALCATEL, I HAVE NO INTEREST AT ALL, AND THAT OBSESSIVE MAJOR IS NOT AT ALL IN MY INTEREST, AND IT IS NOT IN THE SCOPE OF OUR VATICAN'S INTEREST. ”

As if remembering something, Maxwell looked back and said excitedly, "By the way, how about this idea?" ”

"[Surprise a big raid]! Well, that's the idea, we're going to snatch it from heretics, monsters, and finally Europe! ”

After a few moments of conversation, the soldiers who were divided into four phalanxes were already standing behind them.

Wearing pointed hoods that completely covered their heads, they held weapons in their hands, and they stood in a neat and straight fit in religious costumes that looked like they were in the Middle Ages.

"The Knight of the Cultivators of the Coolanti Swordsmen, all three hundred and forty people report!"

"Knights of Karatoraba Noyer, all one hundred and eighteen people report!"

"The Knights of San Stefano and the Tuscan Legion report on all two hundred and fifty-seven men!"

"Knights of Malta, all two thousand four hundred and fifty-seven people report!"

In the open space in front of the soldiers, four figures dressed more ornate than ordinary soldiers half-crouched to report to Maxwell in front of them.

"On the orders of His Majesty the Pope, we are all here to report. At the same time as we report, Maxwell was promoted to archbishop. ”

"We will form the Ninth Crusade, and as for the commander-in-chief, the right to be handed over to Archbishop Maxwell."

Speaking of this, the head of the Knights of Malta at the forefront took out a gorgeous ribbon with both hands and held it in front of him.

Grabbing the ribbon in one hand and hanging it around his neck, an excited smile on his face.

"AMEN, I'M WILLING TO TAKE ON THIS TASK WITH MY WHOLE BODY AND SOUL."

"The target is the British Empire, and the capital of death is London! The conquest has officially begun! ”

“AMEN”“AMEN““AMEN“

With Maxwell's order, the soldiers present waved their weapons feverishly and shouted frantically!

"Hahaha! I can't believe that I, who was in charge of Lesson 13, who had been called a demon, hated by others, and had difficulty even supporting my family, could be in the position of archbishop, the head of the Crusaders! Hahahaha! ”

"Director!"

Suddenly, a younger priest next to him interrupted Maxwell with a stack of reports.

"What's the matter?"

Maxwell asked impatiently about the nature of being disturbed.

"This is a satellite picture from the Atlantic, please take a look."

As if remembering something, Maxwell snatched the report in surprise and skimmed through it at a glance.

"This... No way... It's moving, can it still sail? ”

"It's only a few knots per hour, but it's moving. Eye... Target London! ”

"How is that possible? There was such a big fire just now! How can you still sail? And there was also a big hole in the deck that was hit by the fall of the plane! ”

Frightened words came from the mouth of an elderly priest next to him.

"Alcatel ... Are you coming back?? ”

"Don't worry! Anyway, his master Interlacus is in our hands, and a mere servant can't do anything to him. In short, whether it is HELLSING or the last brigade, Alcatel, will definitely disappear from this world. ”

"All the army is attacking! On behalf of the Lord! The time has come to inflict divine punishment on the world! ”

As the departure order was given, the soldiers entered the helicopter next to them in an orderly manner.

The soldiers who slowly flew towards the burning city were still fanatically imagining how sacred and righteous their actions were.

What a glorious thing it is to shed the glory of the Lord in a city that is already full of death!

However, they didn't know that on the battlefield this time, they didn't even get a supporting role!

Only the young priest was watching the planes flying towards the sky, muttering words that seemed like prophecy and curse.

"Everyone is beaming for hell with joy, and who will survive on that battlefield of slaughter? Eighty percent of everyone will die happily. ”

"Die in the twilight sunset!"

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On the dead aircraft carrier in the Atlantic, a figure looked at the burning city in the distance.

"It's a nostalgic taste."

Slowly inhaling the fishy sea breeze, Alcado squinted his eyes and clasped his hands on his chest, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"The smell of a man being stabbed to death!"

"The smell of a woman being slaughtered!"

"The smell of a child being burned!"

"The smell of the old man being shot!"

"The smell of death, the smell of war!"

The curtain of the curtain is slowly opening, the foreshadowing has been completed, and the protagonist and supporting characters are about to appear.