Chapter 104: The Night of Exorcism (1)

The gloomy moonlight entered the room... The obscure color with a slight cold air makes the person who sees it find the darkness that cannot be illuminated even more terrifying.

Right now, it's the years of war.

The widespread use of guns and gunpowder has expanded human desires and desires indefinitely, and with it, destruction and killing. It can also be said that this is an era destined to be decorated with blood.

However, even in times like these, the gods need to maintain their majesty and protect the lives of their believers. Time has passed, and although the Vatican is now almost completely absent from participating in state-to-state wars, humanity still has a bottom line that must be adhered to.

This is also the meaning of the existence of "Judas the Betrayer".

They will send all sinners back to hell!

…

"Tut-tut, it doesn't seem to be far yet."

On the table there was still an unfinished dinner, two slices of black bread and three glasses of water... The life of this family of three is very poor, but even so, in the torrent of war, this duckweed-like family is still living hard but strong.

-- Survive until tonight.

The husband seems to have resisted with the kitchen knife at home, but in the face of monsters that far exceed the limits of human bodies, the shoulders that shelter this family from the wind and rain are so weak at the moment. The powerful wrist crushed his neck, and the wrist that was originally used to hold the kitchen knife was covered with sharp tooth marks, and now it looks more like the work of an abstract painter, as for the body... I'm afraid I can't piece together any complete parts.

By the husband's side, the wreckage of the wife was much more complete, and the original slender figure was still faintly visible, but the head with a withered face due to hunger was plucked off like a mischief... Above the shoulders, there was now only a young child's head, which was obviously disproportionately large, and it remained in the hideous state of collapse before death, and it was lonely and tilted to the side.

…

The blood at his feet had not yet fully coagulated, and even a large part of it had remained bright red, and it still exuded a warm and ambiguous temperature.

"I'm starting to wonder if it's really me who has lost my eyes."

Although Kars has been carefully taught for many years, this child is obviously the first time to go to the scene of the Night Clan's crime, and in the face of this kind of terrifying scene that makes the sage lament angrily and makes ordinary people feel terrified, he is still as cynical as usual, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Fear... The only people who can enjoy it are monsters and demons.

"What did the teacher say?"

Pull out the silver cross that hangs on your chest and close for a moment to pray

"God is the only one who can save the souls of these deceased, we might as well send them away with joy, put down the burden of this life, and return to the Lord~"

"Hmph."

With a cold snort, Anderson, as an extinctionist, hated monsters as thoroughly as his loyalty to the church.

"Put away your fallacies!"

The silver metal curse sword was already in his hand, and for Kars, who belonged very much to the priest, there was no doubt that the "Angel Dust" was about to fly again.

"You have to got, you are the master, I listen to you~"

Kars, who had raised his hands, shrugged helplessly, but as a child, he had a look of frustration that only adults would show, and then tucked the cross back into his collar.

-- As an executor who needs to go out to fight, he no longer wears black sacrificial clothes today. I found some clothes to wear in Poland at random, but inside I was wearing a black short coat like Anderson, and on the outside, I was wearing a red jacket.

Closing his eyes, Kars hesitated for a moment, waiting to open them again, and his smile grew.

"Teacher, I see..."

"You chase west!"

Anderson didn't listen to what the boy said again, but just unsheathed the curse sword and gave the order... As a paladin of the Vatican headquarters, and as a secret service, the supreme executor of the thirteenth section, any combat missions are under his jurisdiction.

"But, Teacher..."

"Father Kars!"

Compared to just now, Anderson is even more terrifying! The clenched teeth seemed to be trying to suppress the murderous gods in the body, and the distorted face was like a ruthless Shura from hell.

…

In a sense, Anderson, who was entirely dedicated to the Church, was a demon created to destroy demons!

So, how dare anyone oppose his decision...

"Father Kars, go and carry out the order!"

For the first time since five years ago, the boy has restrained the smile on his face that seems to bloom forever. He stood in place, looking at the man in front of him with a complex gaze... This face is all the more familiar than when we first met five years ago. In the days of getting along day and night, although he has the soul of the master of ceremonies, he does not lack combat experience, nor does he lack corresponding tricks, but he can't turn a blind eye to his careful teaching.

But at this moment, the person in front of him suddenly became unfamiliar.

"Father."

The boy spoke again, but this time, the cynical Xiao Zi's attitude was to go clean... He no longer looks like a child, but like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes.

"Do you know you're making a mistake?"

"Where the hell are the vampires going, do you want you to teach me!?"

“… I'm not talking about this. ”

Kars shook his head helplessly, this middle-aged man who didn't look like he was more than 30 years old, sometimes he was so stubborn, as long as it was something he decided, he would never change.

Of course, Kars was not dissatisfied with the priest's orders... Over the years, they have been more like father and son than master and apprentice. Even if you are a little rebellious, how can you really blame it in your heart.

However, he was worried about more real problems.

"It's the church... Was there a killing order? ”

"Kars!"

"Huh... Sure enough. ”

The boy laughed again, only this time, it was a wry smile.

- Sure enough, with the start of the war and the tearing up of the treaty, although it did not fall to the side of Germany, the Vatican could not sit idly by and watch the nail of Hellsing continue to stay on its own turf... Of course, they have no reason to return it.

In other words, there is no reason to return a piece to another player, even if it is no longer possible to use it for oneself.

… Kars didn't believe that with Anderson's abilities, he couldn't tell where the monsters were fleeing. And deliberately pointing him in the wrong direction, there is naturally only one reason.

Judah's sacrifice, God's holy horseman, was to disobey the Church's command and let him flee!