Chapter 186: Belated Life and Death (3)

I'm just a sword

It's just a sword that carries divine punishment

I would like to be born to be a storm, I want to be born to be dangerous, I want to be born to be destroyed

I wish to be born without blood and tears, but a merciless hurricane

If "she" (the holy nail) makes it happen...

So be it!

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Thorns...

Plants that would have been devoured by wildfire at any time are now growing continuously, in the black flames that can burn almost everything!

Oh, yes... Only the seeds that flow from God's garden can bloom into such a strange but strong thorn, right?

Father Anderson, Teacher Anderson, Paladin Anderson... Even, he is more like Kars's father.

Before that, before it was irretrievable, Kars never imagined that he would one day kill his "father" with his own hands. The first person who made him feel the warmth of the world is now being forced by him to become a vessel of divine power, and to be buried forever in such a meaningless struggle...

From his heart flowed the last drop of human blood. And all the wounds that have been traumatized are slowly crawling out of the hideous thorns! The writhing vines that exert great power are like shrubs planted in his soul by life, and at the most glorious moments, they bear such terrible consequences...

"Ann... Father Anderson! What the hell are you... What the hell has become!? ”

The walls of Black Flame were shattered, and the scene that appeared in front of the betrayers became the most unforgettable scene in this life... Powerful priests, righteous priests, priests who are willing to give everything to protect the Light, now. But this is what it looks like.

He is no longer human, he has inherited the power of God, a monster who affirms God but spits on God, and can only die by destroying his own goals...

That's right.

The monster with only bones left, a withered palm brushing its chest—a powerful throbbing sound once again sounded in what should have been an empty chest.

-- Heart.

Kars suddenly remembered the days he had spent in that gloomy church... So it seems. But how ridiculous it is.

They are not men, nor are they demons, nor are they of day, nor of night. But they were destined to separate their seats to the River Styx in this unknown corner, and then each of them left in a different direction—the border of hell on one side, and the hellish world on the other.

Well, come on, without a trace of regret. Without a hint of regret. Since the path of their own salvation is destined to be reversed, it is certainly the best place to make up your mind here!

"Roar!"

The monster opened its mouth and roared loudly, and the horns on its head changed further, and a thick layer of armor appeared out of thin air, and then sprouted sharp barbs. In a moment, the skeleton that was still a little thin just now seemed to be wearing a solid armor at this moment!

In his hand, the golden spear he carried upside down shone with a brilliance that was impossible to look at. It doesn't fit in with the Death Knight's attire, but it makes sense.

… Start by getting this artifact. This is the first time Kars has actually used it in real combat!

The holy spear that naturally divided into two ends was endowed with invincible divine power because it had been stained with the blood of the Lord, and now, its divine light held in the hands of the demon outer path was still undiminished, and his eyes had locked on the monster that was almost entangled in thorns not far away, and this blow, he wanted to directly control himself the most. The most hated "father" is sent to an eternal sleep that belongs only to him!

"Roar!!"

The earth cracked, the demons cleared, and the thunderous blow went with the wind!

When the golden light dissipated and the sight was restored again, the monster was still standing in the ruins. Finally, there was only one left... He had a skeletal head and palms, and, of course, a monstrous body completely encased in armor.

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Hellsing, London, UK.

"That is, this guy named Kars once participated in the battle that took place on the Polish border 50 years ago!?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it's just as Accardo-sama said..."

Hearing this, Intergula turned his gaze back to the man who was still holding his arms and laughing... From the very beginning, the vampire's behavior has been very abnormal, as if he had encountered something that made him extremely happy, and he has always exuded a strong fighting spirit... Even if the other party has already fallen there.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Accardo?"

Intergula frowned slightly

"No matter how twists and turns, no matter what the other party has gone through in the past fifty years, it has been killed by you now."

"Killed? … No! Haha, such a thing is not even a defective product at all! ”

He crushed the mostly mechanical skull with disdain, and then a more frantic look appeared on his face.

"You mean..."

Intgula immediately realized something even worse... If this thing is not the real Kars, it is just a fake made by someone, and to be able to make such a fake, in other words, they can also make more fakes...

"If I only have this kind of power, how can I be an opponent for me to fight? And how is it worth it for me to tear up the last piece of his flesh? ”

Accardo, in a red trench coat, opened his arms and inhaled deeply... It was as if he could still smell the smell of the battlefield.

"In this case, I'm afraid the 'Millennium' people finally got a piece of this guy, right? Those mad scientists made vampires and mechanized makeovers... The undead of half a century ago, it looks like they got a pretty good card. ”

Indeed, although there is only one at the moment, even so, without the presence of Walter, the policewoman, or Accardo, the ordinary people stationed at the base are no match for these things. Once the other party is really mad and makes a large number of such dolls, I'm afraid that even the Hellsing headquarters will not feel good.

What's worse is that in the chaos of the UK, Hellsing has to take care of vampire movements in other positions at the same time - even as a specialized vampire agent, they can't come up with a good solution, and once these things appear directly in the parliament or even more important places, I am afraid that the damage they can cause will be incalculable.

Besides, the worst scenario, if that guy is still alive... What if Kars? Van Bronck? Wen Gates? If Helsing is still alive, not to mention his extremely embarrassing identity, judging from the information about the combat capabilities of the other party obtained from the two parties, this is definitely a dangerous destabilizing factor... (To be continued......)