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Chapter 184: Belated Life and Death (1)

If I could choose again, I would rather be killed by you at that time.

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"It's time to put an end to this."

The volley, which was large enough to crack the steel bar, was steadily caught by the solid palm with the white gloves. A middle-aged man with a dark yellow mohican hairstyle suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield, still wearing the silver-rimmed glasses.

A similar scene has happened once more than 40 years ago, but at that time, the two chose to back down at the same time, and this time, after such a long time, will they still tacitly retreat from each other?

No, this time, at the same time, they stood at the top of the mountain that ordinary people could not even look up to, where it was so towering, so narrow and limited, yes ... It's so narrow that if you take a step back, you'll fall into a bottomless abyss.

Father, Anderson.

The earthly spokesman of the gods, the most powerful paladin in the Vatican, a symbol of divine punishment and authority, is now finally standing in front of his disciples... Finally, he stood in front of his destined rival.

"Kars? Van Bronck? Wen Gates? Helsing! ”

He shouted loudly, even though the terrifying skeleton standing in front of him was completely gone... Of course, although the red pupils that symbolized the Night Clan had also disappeared, he undoubtedly looked even more terrifying now.

-- The flesh is gone, and the bones are left alone.

However, the white bones acted as usual, and even gave birth to black flames instead of flesh and blood, and ran rampant in the world...

This is a sin that deviates from the Lord's only ritual and tries to break through with the evil way... Unforgivable!

Squeeze hard... The seemingly indestructible black flame whip shattered with a bang. Scattered into dots of sparks.

"Father Priest!"

"Father Anderson!"

Everyone present let out a cry of surprise, but at this moment, the two people standing in the center of the vortex had no time to care about this.

The cursed sword, a symbol of strength and determination, was lifted in the way Anderson was most familiar with.

Anderson swung his arms slowly, his right hand hanging the curse sword in front of his forehead, while his left hand held the curse sword across the hilt of the vertical sword—a cross of glory that could not be violated. It is also a determination to make up for their own mistakes.

Opposite him.

The skeleton also stretched out his hands, and the coiled black flame naturally condensed into two sections of the burning short sword was also held in his hand, his left hand was held backwards, the pitch-black black keys were like the ghost light of hell across his chest, his right hand was holding it, and the other sharp blade was vertically against the outside of his left arm - the reverse cross was the last answer to the "demon", maybe it was really he who missed the last opportunity left for him by the teacher, but in any case, he never regretted it.

The decisive battle, 40 years late, has finally arrived!

This time. There is no excuse for escape, or any possibility of escape. Tonight, only one person is destined to live to continue to defend his morality!

Dust to dust, dust to dust... At this moment, the priest sang aloud!

"Beg me, and I will give you an inheritance. Thou art to the ends of the earth, and thou wilt smite them with the staff of black iron. Shattered like pottery. Therefore bow down, O kings. Accept the teachings of the Judge of the earth, serve your Lord with fear, and bow down with joy and kiss your child. For the wrath of heaven will send you into the path of destruction, and its wrath will spread so rapidly that it will consume everything. They will have no one to rely on! ”

On the other side, the monster, which had long been unable to distinguish between expression and eyes, also slowly lowered its body and let out one or two chilling low roars!

"Roar!"

Decisive battle... Begin!

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The mansion finally fell silent. It's just that during this time, everything that happened in the mansion was shocking...

The garrison responsible for defending Hellsing was nearly wiped out. In the end, only the butlers Walter and Intergula survived. As for Silas and Accardo... They have long ceased to be "living people".

It's unimaginable... The secret service agency specially established to fight monsters was destroyed in a monster attack, and the intruders were only two people.

This is an unprecedentedly great loss, and it is also an unprecedentedly huge crisis, but all of this seems to be insignificant in the face of an extremely unexpected discovery.

He was lying there, the heat from the overload hadn't even completely dissipated. Unfortunately, the flame-like heat crushed his existence before he could complete his mission...

Now, lying over there, he still makes the sound of clockwork twisting from time to time... I'm afraid that in this body that is only used for battle, flesh? The total amount of the parts of the body and the parts of the machinery is approximately equal. It is precisely because of this that this guy can exert such terrifying power.

"So, that's what almost crushed you, Walter?"

A man in a red trench coat stood there, looking at everything in front of him with an interesting expression.

For him, the owner of this face is no less familiar to him ... There is no doubt that it was decades ago, but for a monster like him who runs between hell and hell, it is just a snap of a finger.

"I hate to say that... But how did the spirits of the dead decades ago come back to life? ”

The monocle reflects a light of doubt.

"Although such a situation is not a resurrection."

… In fact, he never died at all. The butler knows this all too well.

"I care more about who this guy is."

Lighting the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, Intergula, who was forced to suppress his anger, was also full of doubts... She hadn't ignored the butler's name.

Kars? Van Bronck? Wen Gates? Helsing

…

There is no doubt that the monster that attacked Hellsing's headquarters, and even tried to destroy them all, was none other than a member of the Helsing family...

So what is the reason why a member of the Haixin family, which originally existed to fight monsters, has become a vicious party that attacks them with monsters!?

"Miss... It's a very long old story. ”

The butler bowed and saluted, and then recounted the buried history... Of course. Everything that comes out of his mouth can only be an abridged version.

“… Your grandfather, known as the Iron Lord, was a man of great wisdom and talent, and as his heir, your father was as knowledgeable and talented as his brother. It's a pity, except for your father. The other two have their own flaws and are unable to inherit the mantle of the Iron Prince..."

The housekeeper bowed slightly, as if he was reminiscing about his own life... The first time we met was in a kendo class, right? They were still just ignorant children, and everything seemed to be simple at that time, but now, it has long been a matter of truth - maybe he chose the wrong one, but he can't turn back... Abandon your loyalty, your own life, even fifty years, or more. Yes, if he gives up here, he will lose everything.

"Your uncle... Charlie is a guy who is more ambitious than competent, and he might have been a good choice without your father, but your grandfather didn't choose him either... It turned out to be the right choice, but what you don't know is that your grandfather had another son besides these two. ”

He paused. It seems to be remembrance

"Red-eyed bastard."

Accardo suddenly interjected, unlike the butler. The vampire's face is full of excitement and joy... What a happy fight!

"Go on..."

"Yes, Mistress Intergula. In fact, his name is Kars-Kars? Van Bronck? Wen Gates? Helsing... It's just that he is fundamentally different from others. ”

“…”

"He's so good... You can't imagine that at the age of less than ten years, even his two brothers are no match for him. I mean, both mentally and purely in terms of power. Kars has everything beyond human cognition, even beyond the definition of genius... What's even more terrifying is that he has a pair of red eyes. ”

"Red pupils... Nights? ”

As a mechanism against vampires. With these features it is clear to conclude that, apparently, Intergula is not the first to think in this direction, and certainly not the last...

"I can't be sure... However, at the time, there were indeed many people who maintained such views, and there were even rumors that it was even more unfavorable to the Iron Lord. ”

The captain of the vampire mechanism has such an heir who is no different from those monsters... Obviously, the imaginative human being can draw far more inferences than the facts! Those stories that are either romantic or malicious are "unearthed" one by one, and then some evidence is produced to be used for nitpicking, which can even be said to be devastating for Hellsing!

Rumors stop at the wise, but it is precisely because the wise people in this world are so rare that people feel more precious.

Fortunately, the Duke at that time was indeed extraordinary, and in such an unfavorable situation, he managed to stabilize the situation, so as not to cause Hellsing or even Britain to usher in greater trouble.

After all, it is a sensitive time for the proximity of war, and it is not surprising that even any more terrible conspiracy has occurred.

"As you might think, at that time, the Duke had to endure the pain of brutally dealing with his children and grandchildren... Don't get me wrong, he didn't give the order himself, but Kars has been sent to the Vatican since then..."

"Vatican!?"

The contradiction between Protestantism and Catholicism is well known, and there is no difference between doing so and doing it directly...

"But if that's the case, he should have died a long time ago..."

Intercula's gaze once again glanced at the "corpse" that had fallen to the side.

"Besides, I don't think Catholicism has degenerated enough to use monsters to fight."

"On that note... I think it's Akado-sama who has more to say. ”

The butler turned the conversation to the man who had been standing there sneering, and following Intergula's puzzled gaze, the monster finally spoke again.

… Kars? Yes, even if you don't know the name, it's impossible to forget it all!

"That's a memory that makes my heart flutter!" (To be continued......)