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Chapter 181: Conflict

"Tsk, that's a nuisance."

Kars has never minded fighting or fighting... In this world, there are too many vendettas and revenge for him to face, and if he wastes time grieving these things every day, I'm afraid he won't have time to worry about anything else.

To be honest, even if he never underestimated the nose of the Nazi dogs, he had just arrived here with his front foot, and he was worried about Walter before someone chased him near the hotel, so he didn't reveal anything to the butler about this operation, but according to the current situation, the intelligence power of the Hellsing agency is indeed very amazing in Britain, and the butler is probably very disappointed with his inaction in the past fifty years...

No way, although the final goal is to eliminate Accardo and the Major as well, Kars is obviously more picky about means than the butler.

"Is it a 'millennial' person?"

Half leaning back on the soft big bed, Angel asked, but there was no displeasure or entanglement... The purpose of their coming here was originally to find this group of undead from half a century ago, and now, there is no reason to be afraid that the other party will take the initiative to come to the door. What's more, instead of their own brainless groping, wouldn't it be faster to directly grab two of each other's tongues?

Angel is not a weak woman who is helpless, and since those madmen dare to train vampires as an army, they must dare to withstand the wrath of vampires!

"No, it's not certain yet"

Looking out of the window, the scenery that has not yet fully fallen at night is not as prosperous as imagined, but only a few sparse lights and shadows that cannot distinguish the boundary between dusk and darkness.

Being able to sense that someone is approaching only depends on Kars's superhuman insight and the sensing power of the qi machine. In this case, he can't tell the other person's identity with this fragmented information... Merely. The faintly flashing silver crosses made Kars have a lot of bad guesses.

Looking back, the hatred of those defenders for him is probably not far behind his hatred for the Mad Major, and his dedication to the mission.

Sure enough, "the Lord will not forget anyone who believes in him, nor will he forget anyone who curses him", and those who went around preaching and pilgrimage in white in the Holy See never forgot the teachings of the Lord.

"Prepare yourself, our guests seem to have run out of patience. This time... We're afraid we're going to have to deal with monks with silver swords and holy water. ”

"It's from the Vatican?"

"Ha, those guys, they've been haunting our 'honeymoon' back then."

"So, aren't you going to help me get back on a more decent honeymoon?"

“… It's been all these years... Besides, now is not the time to talk about that. ”

Kars shook his head helplessly, knowing that Angel didn't really want any honeymoon, just to ease the tension before the war.

"Let's hurry up and prepare, we don't have any heavy weapons, but according to my experience, I can't rule out the possibility that the other party will blow up this place directly..."

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The Third Vatican Secret Mission. Katai!

They didn't seem to belong to the sequence of combat mechanisms, but because they were often faced with heretics' coveting of holy relics, they had to pick up the weapons in the iron box they were in... God loves people, but if someone wants to slander God's majesty and infringe on God's grace, they have to cry out in anger in place of the high-up and omnipotent Father, and destroy all the wicked.

In front of you, the top floor of this not a luxurious hotel. There is such a sinner!

His charges included stealing relics from the Vatican and killing hundreds of monks, including Archbishop Gregory. Or even an attempt to assassinate His Holiness the Pope!

Such blasphemous sins have long been beyond the scope of the Father's grace, and in their eyes, that fellow is nothing more than the spokesman of madness, nothing more than an unpardonable prisoner, and a target they must kill.

Plans began to be made a long time ago, and until recently. It wasn't until tonight that they finally had the time of judgment, O incorrigible, unrepentant sinner! Finally, in this darkest and darkest night, there is no hope for the end.

"Team A is in place! Rooftop confirmed! ”

"Team B in place! Corridor confirmation! ”

"Attack! Offensive! ”

The rest of the entire hotel had already been dispersed by them. The only thing that remains on the scene now is the remnants of the demons, who have to do nothing more than the work of the exorcists, to pull those evil spirits from the dream of eternal life to the sun, so that everyone can see the fate of the blasphemous!

Rush in!

As if hypnotized, the fanatics had no fear or uneasiness, even though they knew that the enemy was strong, they still did not hesitate to attack, but before the white-gloved palm touched the grip of the door, a pitch-black black key suddenly pierced through the wooden door panel, piercing his palm without mercy...

Tick...

It didn't seem to hurt the main blood vessel, so even if it was directly pierced, there was no bright red rushing scene as imagined, only one or two drops of red liquid dripped on the marble floor, with a cold echo.

The monk let out a low, muffled grunt... The injury that directly destroyed his right hand made him subconsciously retreat, but the black key turned slightly almost at the same time as he retreated, not only opening a subtle gap in the wooden door, but also cutting off most of his palm...

…

Stupid wicked! Do you still have to die and struggle?

"Fire! Fire! ”

The firepower team, which had already been equipped with mercury warheads, immediately began its work, and the barrage that integrated like fireworks enveloped the entire room in an instant, and the explosive sound of the bullets flying showed the power of the gods, and the shells that kept falling to the ground and made a ping-pong sound seemed to play a rhapsody of sacrifice!

Neither fleeing nor retreating, they were to stand in front of the monster with dignity, and then push him up to the altar in the most reverent way, and treat every drop of flesh and blood, every remorse, as a gift to the gods!

…

It's a pity that things didn't go according to the script they had designed. In the room, there was a sudden sound of some kind of tumbling and almost boiling, and in an instant, black flames erupted! (To be continued......)