Chapter 163: The Exterminator! Anderson!

What should come is always avoided.

The two phosphorus flames in the eye sockets of the bones kept jumping with the footsteps of the other party, and if he had to choose an enemy in this world that he was most unwilling to face, then this man in moccasins was definitely the best choice.

He was a devout man through and through, without the slightest emotion or impurity.

And he was destined to be an apostate from the beginning, a matchup that seemed to be fateful, and it was already doomed from a long time ago...

"We ask ourselves, why are we?"

The bright silver curse sword was so familiar, and it was these slightly rough hands that picked him up as a child, taught him to recite scriptures, taught him to fight, and taught him the supreme glory of the Lord... From his eyes, he could also see the feelings and warmth, but he couldn't find enlightenment, and since then, the root of the bane has been buried.

"Roar..."

Kars instinctively opened his mouth in response, but only to let out a broken roar... Helpless, but not regretful, he is not a bloodless and tearless hurricane after all, not an emotionless sword in the hands of the master.

"Foolish, can't you even speak?"

The disc glasses glowed in the moonlight, making it impossible to see the priest's expression at this moment. The sound of moccasins hitting the ground was still unhurried, as if his calm heart was not hesitating. Suddenly, the sword rose slightly, pointing at the monster that seemed to come from the bottomless abyss.

“…”

Kars didn't speak, leaving only his skeletal arm in the way of Angel, who was about to fight alongside him... He took out the remains of the holy spear from his bosom, and then slowly stabbed it into his chest—at that moment, he clearly felt Anderson standing on the other side tremble for a moment, and the tall and majestic incredible body immediately stopped.

"Roar..."

The dead man's low howl was calm and gratuitous, and the tips of the double-headed spears were finally completely embedded in his body. But it was as if he had disappeared into another time and space, and did not penetrate his body, which was obviously only skeleton.

The next moment, the flesh and blood returned, and the past returned.

The familiar human form, discerned by the help of muscles and black hair, reappeared, and he calmly looked at the priest standing opposite, with his red eyes. It's exactly the same as the phosphorus fire that kept beating just now...

Is it Kars? Is it the young priest who once had an innocent smile?

…

"It's a monster."

Anderson spoke, and then slowly swung his arms, his right hand hanging the cursed sword in front of his forehead, while his left hand held the cursed sword across the hilt of the vertical sword - the Lord never forgives monsters!

“…”

Still silent, Kars's wrist flicked, and the last two black keys hidden in the trench coat were also held in his hands, and his left hand was held backwards, and the pitch-black black keys were like hellish lights across his chest. The right hand was clenched, and another sharp edge was pressed against the outside of the left arm—since the reverse cross, which originally represented "humility" and "incomparable to the Lord," had become Satan's grace, the monster had no choice but to do so.

The closest master and apprentice have now become the most bitter hatred.

Explanations are useless, questions and answers are useless. At this moment, the only way for the two people standing here to kill each other is to free their fate.

…

“Amen！！”

The prayer of the prayer was finally finished, after the silver light had fallen. Two very different shadows in the dark night have finally begun to fight!

Painful things are always hard to face, so they use all their strength with each other... One move. After this move, everything will be over!

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"It's... Yes, though I can't believe they would do such a thing. ”

In a small town in the south of Scotland, an elegant man with a monocle picks up the only telephone set up in the village and whispers something to the person on the other end of the line.

"Walter, you have to understand the seriousness of this matter..."

The majestic one. A voice that is more mature than it was ten years ago, Asa is even better than anyone imagined as the head of the Hellsing agency - his decisive decision in the great war ten years ago was only the beginning of the young man's rise.

As a member of the round table, he has now made all those in high positions aware of his abilities, correspondingly. The support Hellsing received from the Queen and Parliament grew... Of course, in the case of completely sealing Acat, being able to have such a result has a relationship with the housekeeper of the Helin family, who is known as the "Grim Reaper", which cannot be ignored.

"Although the situation between us and the Vatican has not been good, if we act rashly, I am afraid that it will still leave a voice... You know what I mean. ”

"Yes."

Slightly closed, shallow bowed Walter as if he was talking to his master face to face, without losing half of the etiquette, more than ten years have passed, and now he is no longer the little ghost who has no power to fight back in front of monsters. Even the Grim Reaper believes that if he were given another chance, he would bury Accardo with those filthy and evil spirits in the Death Laboratory in Poland...

But this only opportunity, he missed.

Adjusting his breathing, Walter continued to speak.

"The situation is still getting worse, and if it is only the inhabitants of the village who are attacked, we can endure it, but once the Vatican makes further moves, if we don't stop it, we will be in a very awkward position in the parliament..."

There is no friendship between Protestants and the Vatican in the first place, and if they allow each other to do whatever they want in their own territory simply for fear of further conflict, the Hellsing organ will not be able to account for the parliament...

Asa clearly understood the stakes, and he was silent for a moment before giving further instructions.

"Walter, if the situation worsens, you can intervene, these idiots, don't stay in their own land, you have to come here to spread wild!"

"Need to be repelled?"

"Hellsing doesn't have such gentle rules!"

"I see."

On the other end of the phone, the Grim Reaper smiled, and then silver steel threads flowed from his fingers, weaving a large web of layers in the void.

Hanging up, he slowly walked out of the room, where dozens of shivering priests and many more corpses were tied together by invisible wires in the clearing under the moon.

Faced with the approach of death, they screamed in horror, but they were doomed to nothing.

…

Attracting the enemy into the trap set by oneself is just an ordinary skill for the secret services, and even if they make a big deal or reveal one or two "accidentally leaked" top-secret information, these people who only have interests and struggles in their eyes will naturally come to them.

Ha, that's ridiculous!

The silk thread tightened, and the dying screams suddenly ended, leaving only a place of blood.

In the sea of blood, the butler silently sorted out his appearance, and then showed a demonic smile - he had done his best to help his investors, as for whether those two guys could steal the deadly holy relics from the Vatican headquarters... It's up to them to see if they're smart. (To be continued......)