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"Father Andrewson!" Suddenly there was a call from far away. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After traveling through war-torn London, the Armed Priests have not abandoned Andrewson because of his orders.

The black array scurried through the shadows, and Heinkru at the foreground could already see the figure fighting.

Without an order, the silent fanatics raised their guns in silence and aimed at Bai Shuo's figure.

At this time, it only takes one bullet to break the fragile balance and end Bai Shuo's life.

A strange whistling suddenly appeared in their ears, as if countless people in pain were whispering. A monstrous curtain of blood suddenly rose from front of them, and after a writhing scarlet and dead black flashed, the silent array of the dead blocked in front of them.

Covered in black armor on his body, the knight who has transformed into an alien holds a spear and rides atop a giant horse with scarlet eyes.

They were once the Dukes of Malakia**, and their former glory has long since faded into history, but now they have reappeared in this hellish world at the call of the Lord.

Countless aliens guarded the king in the center, and Alcatel, the king of monsters, looked expectantly in that blood-colored shadow.

At some point, a huge blood-colored shadow rose from the earth, and countless huge eyes opened from the blood-colored current, filled with a frenzied and crazy twisted killing intent.

Perhaps, this is the true form of the vampire king, right?

His appearance can only show that Walter, who betrayed the Imperial Anglican Order, has died.

And he has finally found his last enemy.

Standing on the highest point in all of London, the huge black shadow showed a strange face.

He was looking forward to the outcome of this war, and no one could disturb the course of this battle until the result appeared. ”

Beyond the ruins, countless dark shadows loomed in the middle of the night, but no sound was made.

The river of blood flowed silently throughout London, silently devouring all life. And all the dead gathered together, surrounded in a broken square.

In the center of the monsters, a scarlet shadow squirmed behind Alcatel, and countless monster-like eyes opened in thick blood, greedily looking down on this hellish world.

"Soon, soon......" He tightened his grip on his white-gloved hand and drew his huge silver-white pistol.

It is almost impossible to suppress the pleasure that comes from the heart. He let out an expectant laugh: "Come on, like thousands of years, like hundreds of years, come to me!" ”

"Fight demons and monsters as a human ......" he muttered expectantly as he looked at the two people in the arena who were shouting and roaring and killing each other, "Come on! It doesn't matter who it is! Kill the enemy! Break through the encirclement! Stand before me. ”

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Before they knew it, an almost infinite number of vampires had defended the Armed Priests, smiling and staggering towards them under instinct.

Cries of panic and discrepancies came from the array of the thirteen branches.

Heinkru gritted his teeth, a hopeless scream coming out of his throat.

Father Andrewson was hundreds of meters away, but the distance had become an impassable ravine under the obstruction of the King of Monsters.

This time, they no longer have Andrewson's leadership, and they need to face the darkness and monsters of the whole world on their own.

This determination to die with the monster should have been made when the decision to return to London was made, right?

Now that he has accepted his end, there is nothing to fear even if the enemy is the king of monsters.

Heinkru watched the approaching monsters and raised his guns along with his many colleagues.

She lit a cigarette for herself one last time, took a deep breath, and instead of the old Andrewson, let out a roar: "We ask ourselves what are you? ”

So the crowd stopped being frightened, and countless people sang in unison and pulled the trigger at the monster.

The cry of response resounded in the night sky: "We are Judas of Iscariot (the betrayer), Iscariot!" ”

Andruson, this time, please appreciate the methods you have taught us, the maniacals!

"Really...... Fool......"

A hoarse voice reached Bai Shuo's ears from the sharp roar of the sword, and he heard the hoarse voice of his enemy.

That expression of sadness and pride blended together, but it was still as firm as stone.

Andrewson clenched his sword and slashed forward, but his voice was like crying and laughing: "Bunch, great fools! ”

"Proud? Or ......" Bai Shuo took a deep breath, and the short knife slashed down: "Sad? ”

Andrewson did not reply to his words, his eyes were firm, and his voice sounded with a low cry in the wind: "We are apostles and not apostles!" Neither a traitor nor a traitor! ”

Collapse!

With a tearing sound, the sword shattered, but a new sword was pulled out of his waist and pierced Bai Shuo's Adam's apple!

"We worship only one thing, but we bow down and ask for the mercy of the Lord. Just crouched down ......" He ignored the short knife in his left hand, and suddenly narrowed the distance between him and Bai Shuo.

The sword in both hands slashed, and he roared hoarsely: "...... Punish all those who rebel against the Lord! ”

At the sound of flesh being pierced, Bai Shuo's right arm was pierced by the sword, and his clenched left hand slammed into Andrewson's chest without hindrance.

Andrewson spat out blood at the sound of bones shattering, but with a holy and hideous smile on his face, the chanting never stopped: "When the time comes, we will throw thirty silver coins into the shrine and hang them with straw ropes." Then we will be able to form a disciple party......"

“…… Let's go to hell! ”

Bai Shuo gritted his teeth and pulled out the fragments of the sword from the terrible wound in his arm, and in the severe pain he could even hear the sound of iron pieces and bones rubbing.

That's what makes the man in front of him so powerful, right?

Give everything you have to the gods, just for faith, and only faith.

Breaking through the limits of humanity with a burning soul, Alexander Andrewson has touched beyond the limits as a human being!

Terrifying, Andrewson!

"It's good that you can still use it." Bai Shuo moved his right hand, which was so painful that it began to spasm: "Come again!" ”

Ignoring the broken bones in his chest and his right hand, which was almost chopped off, Andrewson once again raised his sword and let out a firm and hoarse chant: "...... Team up and fight against the 7,450,926 demons of hell! ”

The blood-splashing, hoarse roar was cut off, and the final desperate fight had begun.

It doesn't matter if your arms are torn apart, your lower abdomen is pierced, your legs are pierced with a sword.

Just for the victory!

Flesh and blood flew under the slash of blades and swords, and in the sound of Bai Shuo's roar, the black blade was nailed into Andrewson's shoulder, and both fists slammed into his heart.

With a heavy short knife, Andrewson flew upside down and fell to the ground.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and Bai Shuo won this battle.

"It's not over yet...... Bai Shuo leaned against the remaining ruins and roared hoarsely: "Andrewson, stand up." ”

Bai Shuo's difficult Andrewson moved his numb legs, gritted his teeth and made a sound: "Heresy, get up!" ”

His twitching fingers clenched the short knife on the ground, his index finger was cut by the blade due to the numb touch and the wrong way of holding the knife, and Bai Shuo, who didn't care, slowly moved in the direction of Andrewson:

"Kill me, God's Dog!"

Andrewson, who was almost nailed to the ground, was still not dead, and his mutilated palm groped under the placket of his coat to finally pull out the long black box.

It is inscribed in thick black letters: 'Section 3: Matthew - Special Relic Administration. ’

"Need, that thing......"

The chalice of Jesus, the cloth of Christ, the spear of a thousand men, the nail of Elaina......

Some of them have been lost in their long history, some have fallen apart, and only the last one remains in the Vatican as one of the few sacred relics of the Catholic Church.

And now, it is in Andrewson's hands.

That's the lingering fragrance of miracles......

"Elaina's Spike."

Bai Shuo struggled to open his blood-blurred eyes and see clearly what was in Alexander's hand. He finally waited for the thing to appear.

Once used, it will completely turn into an immortal monster and have the power to fight Alcatel at its peak, but it has no soul or mind, and only a tool-like body remains.

"Stop, Andrewson!"

Alcatel, who was on the sidelines, could no longer keep his composure, and he looked at the man he identified as his old enemy with anger: "Do you want to become a monster of God!" Use the wreckage of miracles and turn into the wreckage of miracles! Turning into a toy of divine power, that kind of funny monster ......"

"You want to ...... too," he clenched his fists, "do you want to be a wretched monster like me!" ”

"It doesn't matter." With the last of his strength, Andrewson crushed the box in his hand.

A quaint and dangerous spike fell into his hand.

Looking at the spike, Alexander smiled with relief: "We are just tools of God, and we should not have our own **." ”

"If only I were born as a natural disaster like a gale, if only I were a pack of **, if only I were born to be a threat to everything......"

"If you can use this and it can become like that, then do it."

He laughed fearlessly, lifted the holy nail, and stabbed it down on his chest: "aemn!"

"The Tibetan Mandala!"

Bai Shuo roared angrily, and a terrible scar broke on his shoulder.

The dusty cycle was back in motion, the bulging force squeezing blood out of his wounds.

Three seconds later, his blood circulation would be destroyed by this force beyond the limit, and even the plexus could be burned by the power of circulation. But, at least he once again gained the power to run!

In the last moment, Bai Shuo locked Andrewson's right hand and nailed it to Andrewson's heart.