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At this moment, London is covered with endless necromancy and monsters, and any enemy is gnawed and devoured in this endless horde. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Surrounding this city of the dead is the river of death that springs up from hell!

The war was only torture and killing, and the enemy still did not show any gesture of compromise, but became even more crazy.

Everyone knows that the appearance of the Dead River will not end the war, but only let everything fall into destruction in the struggle and ** of everyone.

Right in the deepest part of the River of Death, there is a forest of death and horror.

Countless slender wooden stakes were erected from the ground, piercing vampires and Catholics into the sky.

Countless wooden stakes make up this forest of death and blood, a celebration of Alcatel's full heyday.

Like the prince of Malakia at that time, Indracula was either happy or angry at Alcatel, and countless pierced stakes hung the corpse in the sky.

Deep in the stake jungle where the corpses were pierced, the warmth between master and slave had been recounted after the return, and now only the anger of betrayal remained.

"I'm standing here as myself."

The most faithful butler of Hellsing, once the most faithful, stood opposite Alcado and Intgula with a cold and murderous expression: "I, Walter C. Delnez, stand here, choosing to be your enemy because of the murderous intent in my heart. ”

The palm of his hand pulled the countless sharp wires that loomed in the air: "Miss Intergula, are you satisfied with this answer?" ”

As early as September 1944 in Warsaw, Walter, who had betrayed the Knights of the Imperial Anglican, had been acting as a spy for the 'Last Brigade', and all information was passed from him.

Just to prove his strength, his body and mind have been transformed into the 'Grim Reaper', just to defeat Alcatel.

The battle between the 'Grim Reaper' and the King of Monsters is about to begin, and just then, the angry dragon spews fire and rains down from the sky.

In the darkness of the night, flaming airships lit up the sky. With a burning flame, the airship fell downward, setting off layers of wind pressure.

The wind extinguished the flames burning on the ground, allowing the endless blood to reflect its burning form, and the airship slammed down on the earth.

In the sky, flames enveloped the broken airship, while the fallen airship carried Bai Shuo's body.

As if they could hear the anticipatory laughter coming from the airship, everyone looked up at the meteorite-like airship.

Beneath the tattered exterior, in the midst of the flames, a vague figure spreads out his hands, as if to embrace a blood-soaked London.

It's like a polite greeting to all the aliens and madmen who are still alive.

I will come to the battlefield and bring death!

The huge airship finally smashed to the ground, and the flames filled the air in the midst of violent explosions and strong vibrations.

Falling among the countless dead spirits, the airship exploded violently again, and a vague figure emerged from the fire.

Walk through the sea of fire and necromancy, and reap the lives of aliens with ease.

Bai Shuo once again returned to the entire capital, which seemed to be about to be destroyed in the midst of a battle.

Through countless vampires, Bai Shuo's gaze penetrated the gap between the vampires and the dead corpses, and stared at the priest with a cold expression as iron.

The craziest armed group of fanatics, the Executioner, the Decapitator, the Regenerator, and the Angel Dust of the Thirteen Branches - Alexander Andrewson.

Hundreds of meters away, Bai Shuo's lips opened and closed under the reflection of the fire: "Fortunately, Father Andrewson." ”

And then......

He folded his hands and made a standard Buddhist etiquette to Andrewson, which could be used as a textbook, and said with a smile: "My Buddha is compassionate." ”

In an instant, the fierce murderous aura pierced Bai Shuo's body like a steel needle across a distance of hundreds of meters.

No one had ever dared to recite such a 'heretical' word in Alexander's presence.

Those who dare to do this must be prepared to die.

It's like the phrase: heretic, death penalty. The logic is as simple as that.

Then a sword roared like a bullet, piercing through the bodies of dozens of vampires and stabbing Bai Shuo's head.

As if his eyes were closed, a sword that stabbed straight in front of him suddenly appeared, Bai Shuo didn't expect that Alexander would be able to reach this speed with a pure human body!

The screeching sword whizzed past his ear chakra, nailed deep into the wall behind him.

And the storm of flesh has erupted from the other side, and in Alexander's hands, the sword seems to have turned into a knife wheel that cuts through flesh, cutting the bloody path from the monsters that Alcatel has raised.

The pure and ferocious killing intent had enveloped Bai Shuo in it, and at a distance of hundreds of meters, Alexander broke through the layers of vampire barriers and roared and rushed in front of Bai Shuo.

It's like a boulder gathering momentum and finally starting to crush forward, unstoppable.

In the thunderous roar, Alexander had already appeared in front of Bai Shuo's eyes, and the cold sword slashed down on his head.

There was a sharp sound of blades clashing in the air, and Bai Shuo held the short knife in his right hand upside down, and slashed the sword.

Looking at the enemy who was close at hand, Bai Shuo asked curiously, "Don't you want to say something?" ”

No one answered him, the power from the blade became more and more huge, and in the silent stalemate, Bai Shuo's body suddenly took a step back.

Andrewson's face seemed to be a blend of fanaticism and calmness, anger and composure, and a formidable murderous intent in the midst of indifference.

Under the strange force of the explosion, Bai Shuo seemed to be able to feel that his bones were about to bend under this pressure, and the blade above his head was approaching inch by inch.

Looking at his face projected on his round-framed glasses, Bai Shuo suddenly smiled: "What, at this level, ......"

In his left hand, he suddenly pulled out another short knife from the space and stabbed forward: "But you can't kill me!" ”

In an instant, dozens of overlapping screams erupted in the air, and sparks flew.

The two men seemed to unconsciously swing their blades to the right at the same time, smashing the vampires who dared to take advantage of the opportunity.

The blade and the sword turned in the air at the same time, and then slashed towards the opponent's heart.

Without dodging or dodging, the two of them attacked each other in this way of fighting for their lives, and their eyes were full of provocative light.

Who, exactly, is a little faster than whom? And also...... Go to hell!

The sword and the short knife stabbed the opponent's chest at the same time, but Bai Shuo's chest was not stained with blood, but a dazzling spark lit up.

And Bai Shuo's blade also did not feel like piercing **, and there was a layer of tough and strong cloth blocking the advance of the blade.

"Armor?" He took two steps back with a look of surprise, a pain in his chest as he breathed, and his bones seemed to be about to be broken by the sheer force of the sword.

He looked at the stubble of the two wires exposed in the crack on the suit on his chest, and smiled: "What a coincidence, I have it too." ”

Stepping on the scarlet masonry under his feet, he rushed forward again!

This time, the initiative must not be allowed to fall into Andrewson's hands again!

The black blades clashed with the cold swords, and the two of them let out a strange roar at the same time, pressing all their strength against the blades.

With a shrill voice, the blade of the sword suddenly shattered into pieces of iron, and the crossed short knives slashed at Andrewson's skull.

The blade shattered, and the remaining hilt flew out of Andrewson's hand, shooting at Bai Shuo's cheek, and a new sword flew out of the cuff, blocking the blade's direction.

In the scream of the hilt, Bai Shuo turned his head with all his strength, and the hilt of the sword grazed Bai Shuo's cheek, cutting a scarlet wound on his face.

The two short knives that were advancing on top of each other suddenly separated, piercing Andrewson's heart from both directions.

At the last moment, two swords sent a huge strange force from the blade, pushing Bai Shuo's blade away, and the back of Andrewson's hand was also cut open by the blade.

In an instant, both of them almost seized the opportunity to kill each other, but unfortunately, it was just a little bit.

Suddenly, a thunderclap rang out in the reddened clouds of the sky scorched by fire.

The roar of furious thunder permeated the entire battlefield, and the clouds were brewing seeds of lightning and rain mist, and all the flames jumped in the thunder, showing signs of extinguishment.

The effects of this fire, unprecedented in London's history, combined to make it even the weather.

In the midst of this summer night, which was irritated by the war, a damp and cold wind suddenly blew down from the sky.

"It's going to rain." Bai Shuo changed the short knife in his right hand from being held upside down to being held smoothly, and said to the enemy on the opposite side: "I don't want to be drenched in another rainstorm because of such a not very good thing as killing. ”

"So, how about ending this battle with no hope of victory at all?"

Bai Shuo smiled sly under the flickering firelight: "Next, I won't defend." ”

His left hand suddenly threw the short knife into the air, and suddenly stretched out his head and pressed it with his teeth, and the remaining left hand clenched into a fist.

"Come, purge heresies or be purged by heretics!"

With a faint roar, he stepped on the loose masonry and pounced on Andrewson.

Andrewson, who had been chanting something with his head down, didn't look at Bai Shuo's movements, and his hands held the sword suddenly crossed into a cross, and the sparks from the friction of the blades illuminated the inscription on the glove on his left hand.

'speakwithdead', to talk to the deceased.

Now, the priest from the Thirteen Branches, who came from the traitor, has really become crazy like a demon.

As Bai Shuo ran, the chanting in the air became louder and louder, and at the end, he smiled hideously and finished his last prayer:

“amen!”

With a furious roar, the figures of the two slammed together again.

This time, there is only forward, no backward! In the middle of the fight, take the other party's life!

Amid the sharp sound of the constant clashing and grinding of swords, there were cracked wounds on their bodies.

Even the scar that nearly pierced the heart could not slow them down.