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Chapter 323: Fanatical Reconquest!

On the other side of the Thames, someone awoke from a slumber. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At the call of his subordinates, Maxwell opened his eyes.

The smell of blood and the smell of burning night winds blew from across the river, and the burning London seemed to set the clouds in the sky on fire and turn them into scarlet.

In front of him, the subordinate with a cold smile on his face whispered: "The armed priest advance team of Father Andrewson and others has secured Intergula van Helsing and has begun to engage the 'last brigade'. ”

Instead of being angry at Andrewson's disregard for his orders, Maxwell was more at the moment, he should have known the result of helplessness and anticipation, right?

"I've already explained it." He got up from the recliner, turned his head to look at the night scene of the flames in London, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really good, it's no different from purgatory." ”

"The imperial capital of London is in a state of ruin; The fires continue to spread, and countless people have died; How many ghouls will be produced is unknown; There was also a riot in the White House, and the deputy secretary general of the president suddenly turned into a vampire while in Congress, killing the president and 19 members of the ruling body. ”

The priest behind him whispered, and suddenly laughed: "I'm afraid it's a mess now." ”

His expression remained indifferent, and Maxwell's snake-like eyes revealed a sarcastic and pleasant smile: "This is divine punishment. ”

"Who let some idiots not know what to do, and proudly open heretics......

"It's so good!" He inhaled the wind with the breath of the dead, and behind him, the priests no longer had the pity they had in the past, and they laughed gloatingly, with only indifference in their eyes.

They agreed: "Exactly." ”

The truth is the simplest, if you are a heretic, you will die a thousand, ten thousand, ten million, or a trillion, even if you die a capital, it doesn't matter!

Even most of the time, they are willing to take matters into their hands to erase heresies that are not subordinate to the glory of the Lord!

Heretics, death penalty!

Protestants, death penalty!

Behind them, there were constant bursts of strange voices.

It was like steel boots stepping on the ground, and knights in armor formed an array, and hundreds, thousands, and thousands stepped onto the battlefield.

The layers of sound converged, and the footsteps of countless people sounded in the same rhythm, which was terrifying and terrifying.

Not caring about the roar, Maxwell ordered: "The U.S. detachment will be on the sidelines for the time being, and will intervene after further confusion." ”

"Rush in from the sidelines and sweep everything!" Maxwell squinted his eyes in the wind full of blood and fire, "That's it!" ”

"Let's take back England and Europe from the hands of heretics and monsters."

As Maxwell turned, the priests twisted around, and behind them, the iron armor of Rulin reflected the cold moonlight.

Armed with spears armed with axes and swords, the tight array was filled with heavy iron armor and a strange mask.

On their shoulders, draped in white cloaks, stood like a forest in the night wind, and there was no sound after the footsteps of the advance ceased.

With a solemn killing intent, those people gathered. Following the call of the Lord and the Pope, they bent down to the sound of steel and waited for the order to enter the battlefield.

The four commanders at the front in turn let out a deep voice of debriefing:

"Friends of the Friends of the Coolant Sword, the Knights of the Cultivators, the three hundred and forty members of the whole army, Jin Jie!"

"Knights of Karatoraba-Nueba, one hundred and eighteen members of the whole army, Jin Jie!"

"The Knights of San Stefano and the Tuscan Legion, two hundred and fifty-seven of the whole army, Jin!"

Finally, the ghost-like knight in the mask voiced: "Knights of Malta, 2,257 in the whole army, Jin revealed!" ”

Knights gathered from all over the world bowed down in front of the leader. Looking at the array like a forest, Maxville's cross on his chest reflected the cold light, and his smile was hideous.

"We have come to serve on the orders of His Holiness the Pope." The Grand Master of the Knights of Malta fell to the ground on one knee and announced in a low voice: "At the same time, Bishop Maxville has been promoted to Archpriest. ”

"We have once again formed the Ninth Crusade, and the commander-in-chief is under the command of Archbishop Maxville!"

He carefully took out a holy belt with yellow thorn pattern and a scarlet background from his bosom, and respectfully presented it.

With an anticipatory look and excited eyes, Maxwell grabbed the holy belt, draped it around his neck, and took a deep breath of the cold air in the wind.

“amen!” He loudly declared: "Broken bones, do not give up!" ”

Under the icy moonlight, his eyes pierced through the cold wind and the long distance, enveloping the burning London: "The target is the British Empire, and the capital of death is London!" A frenzied reconquest is officially launched! ”

So, countless people cheered in unison: "amen!amen!amen!amen......"

Amid the cheers, they boarded the transport plane, which had been waiting for a long time, and took off.

Dozens of black helicopters soared into the sky, flying into the sky in the fierce wind, obscuring the moonlight and casting a thick and cold shadow, rushing to the battlefield.

And just outside the coastline, far away, in the darkness of the night, the aircraft carrier, with all the control systems damaged, is moving in silence.

In the flames, all the power systems were burned to the ground, but in the hands of the King of Monsters, the dead ship was reduced to a ghost ship.

With the obsession of the living, and the curse of the dead, it travels through the thick fog.

Take the breath of war as a signpost, direction London, forward!

In front of the devastated deck, on the sharp edges of the ship's bow, the red-clad vampire looked up at the moon in the sky, as if he could smell the smell of blood wafting from London, and smiled expectantly.

"This is, the smell of war ......"

Looking forward to this war with joy, Alcatel is speeding forward with a ship full of death!

It's all about war!

"Cut, it's too late."

The blood-stained jeep braked through the rubble, dragging four dark red trails on the ground.

Leaning back in his chair, Bai Shuo looked at the empty ruins and frowned.

Outside the car is war-torn London, but the air filled with plastic and smoke inside is so quiet that it seems that the world does not exist.

Extinguishing only one headlight, he pulled the window open and let the cold air pour into the car.

"It's been two hours." He muttered to himself, "The last brigade, hellsing...... I'm afraid that the airmobile crusaders are about to enter London, and once the two armies face each other, Alcatel may come back at any time......"

"Kill the werewolf lieutenant, the major, Andrewson, and even Alcatel ...... all at the same time in the chaos"

His face was projected on the window of the car, as if overlapping with the blood remaining in the rubble.

"This is just the beginning."

Between the overlapping projections, there is a faint gray dead silence, as if refracted from the core of the soul.

Faintly, Bai Shuo felt as if he had caught something. After discarding those incredible powers, he seemed to be closer to some kind of source.

"It's still a little bit closer, so it's a little bit ahead."

He slammed on the accelerator, twisted the steering wheel, and returned in the direction he had come.

Since you can't find the enemy, go where the enemy will appear.

With the determination to return to the killing field and the comfort of having nothing to spare, Bai Shuo hurried towards the center of the battlefield!

The prelude to this hell rock is long enough to begin in the fight between people, people and monsters, monsters and monsters!

In the middle of an endless desert, two men with upper body ** walked forward under the scorching sun.

Walking in the front is a sturdy young man with black hair, and walking in the back is a middle-aged muscular uncle.

Although it seems that the person behind him is a little older, the appearance is not a problem for the reincarnation at all.

Changsun Wu knew in his heart that although the person walking in front looked young, his real age was probably several times his own.

In the whistling of the wind and sand, that low voice always lingered in Changsun Wu's ears, neither high nor low. No matter how loud the outside world roared, Changsun Wu could always hear the man's words clearly.

Facing the scorching sun and storms, like a man made of steel, he moved forward, and his voice never stopped: "In the human body, there are seven hundred and eight meridian secret holes......

"And the ultimate essence of the Beidou God Fist lies in using one's own qi to infuse it into the meridians, and then destroy the enemy's ** from the inside."

"For yourself, you can break through your own limits, for example: turning the continuous softness like flowing water into an invincible fist."

"Of course, everything has a price, and this secret technique called 'brake hole' will cause irreparable damage to the body, but for the reincarnation, this seemingly insoluble serious injury can also be compensated for with various potions and props."

After a pause in his voice, he stopped moving forward and asked without looking back, "Eldest grandson, do you feel after listening to it?" ”

Carrying the scorching sun, Changsun Wu was sweating, and said in a hoarse voice: "What if the enemy is a dead thing without a secret hole, or a creature that is not human at all?" Like dragons, like those robots. ”

After a little bit of gathering his thoughts, the rock-like man spoke again: "All flesh and blood creatures have the veins of qi flowing, but they are different from humans. ”

"For example, the scales of dragons and the seven inches of snakes; Even robots have cycles in their bodies that keep them moving.

Humans are bloodlined, some of them are electricity, some are hydraulics, and some may be some strange method. Infuse qi at the critical point and then cut off the entire cycle, and they are already dead. ”

The rock-like man finally showed a clear expression, and looked at Changsun Wu with a smile: "As for dead things like rock and steel, there are too many solutions." ”

Changsun Wu remembered a certain move in his memory, and nodded suddenly: "The two slashing waves of the Big Dipper Rock Mountain ......"

"What moves, dies. There are too many ways to solve things that don't move. ”

The rock-like man raised his head and looked at the sky that seemed to be burning: "Under the sky, there is no enemy without flaws, and the path of boxing is to constantly look for flaws, and constantly make yourself more invulnerable."

It's an endless path, and there's a lot more to learn. ”