Chapter 174: Changes

If you were to travel, where would you go?

Probably... You wouldn't choose a hot and humid place like South America, would you? For vampires, it seems that they are inherently closer to wind, snow and frozen soil. The castle built in the middle of the ice and snow is their home.

So, even with the amber champagne in the first class, Angel didn't expect much from this trip to South America - not to mention, they weren't really here, and from the moment they set foot on the land, they could be attacked by Nazi madness at any time and at any time. This group of undead who should have died half a century ago not only survived with their last glimmer of life, but now, they even have a power that no one dares to underestimate.

"Is it really good to pounce directly on the enemy's lair?"

Although he gave the greatest trust to Kars, Angel, who was good at planning, was still puzzled by the man's "rushing" behavior this time. According to the information that has been obtained so far, the other party has a vampire brigade of nearly 1,000 people, and it will take a lot of effort to wait for them to kill them one by one... This is completely different from the Ghoul Armed Brigade that I encountered before.

Whether it is strength, speed, even in the ability to think, this unit, which was formed by the hands of the brigade commander and major, already has the flavor of an immortal invincible regiment ...

"I know you're worried about something."

Sitting across from the woman, Kars, still wearing a small black suit, did not show any anxiety or worrying mood swings... He knew very well that unless the ability to "touch evolution" was carried out recklessly, it would be absolutely foolish to fight against such a terrifying army on his own without the help of weapons of mass destruction, but he was also very clear that it was his last chance to resolve this dispute on South American soil.

Once the "millennium" landed in London. Even if the existence of Kars can reduce the scope of destruction as much as possible, it cannot change the intervention of the Vatican Crusaders to take advantage of the fire, and naturally, it will not be able to avoid the liberation of the Dead River by Accardo...

At that time, no matter how hard he tries, he probably won't be able to change the end of London's destruction...

So. He had to make a decision here - to kill the madmen who only knew how to kill in the graves he had dug with his own hands, before the war was fully opened!

"Don't worry, as long as it goes according to plan, even that 'last brigade' will collapse overnight."

He held the woman's hand... The warm touch has not changed in the past fifty years, but the words in his mouth seem to be speaking to himself...

Inexplicably, a flash of sadness flashed in Kars's eyes. Maybe this is fate, no matter how the battle plan develops, the end of this story is predestined from the beginning. They will eventually lose each other for eternity. Never to see each other.

… The more you force yourself to forget the end of this tragedy for a while, the more you can't extricate yourself, because this rare warmth and happiness is so real and close to the traveler who has long been accustomed to tragedy and sacrifice.

So, the woman stopped talking, and she reached out to caress Kars's cheek and smiled silently.

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Jeans, a loose blazer, and a fur hat set off the free and casual style of the visitor.

It's obvious. Compared to the Valentine brothers who pretend to be posturing, the monsters that set foot on the land of England this time are even more wild. But it's also stronger!

Perhaps because of the experience of the previous car, he did not choose to take any means of transportation, but just put his hands in his pockets and walked step by step towards the place specified in the order.

"So, those half-assed little rascals can't do it at all."

He lowered the brim of his hat, but he still couldn't hide his disdainful smile. Wearing a pair of white gloves, he didn't change his pace. As far as the eye can see, Hellsing's base is already in sight.

"What a spectacular building does it look like?"

He teased, then waved his hand at the guy behind him wrapped in a brown cloak.

"Let's go, Aru... You can't let the owner who lives there wait. ”

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Thereupon. The two figures gradually disappeared into the path here, towards the darkness that no one could see.

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Judging from the experience accumulated by the sacrificial cannon fodder, there is indeed some unknown defensive force near the headquarters of Hellsing, which has attracted the attention of the major and brought more problems - the original goal of the last battle has not been achieved... The assessment of the strength of Accardo and Hellsing's headquarters was not carried out at all.

And after investigating in detail the two mysterious people who intercepted and killed the last team member, they got a very interesting piece of information... The pair of evil stars who came out of the way don't seem to be members of Hellsing, although one of them is inextricably linked to the Hellsing mechanism, but compared to this, I think the church will be more interested in knowing who stole their holy relics, and where this evil person is, after all, those guys who often call themselves saints have a revenge mentality far beyond ordinary people!

Therefore, the Major sent this favor along the water, and for the "Millennium" itself, he began to embark on a new round of tentative plans against Hellsing's headquarters.

"This time, I must see the end from the beginning to the end, and I don't want to miss anything at all!"

Still sitting in his exclusive chair lift, the Major with a twisted smile quietly admired the battle that was about to start on the front line, compared to the uninvited guest who suddenly broke into the battle, he was obviously much more interested in vampires and Accardo!

What is the point of all his plans over the years!, if he can't see that arrogant, powerful, and old enemy who has destroyed his ambitions with his own hands!?

Defeat and setbacks are also a very interesting part of war, and only when you truly experience the pain of loss and defeat, and chew on the flesh and blood of the enemy, can you feel a more complete pleasure!

Whether it's an accident or a plan, maybe Hellsing's headquarters did escape a haunt from the evil spirit, but the doomed destruction was inevitable after all.

"Telegraph to Tobarukain and start an all-out attack!"

"Yes, Lord Major."

Dr. Gaunt, who had been waiting for him, took out the transmitter that sent information to any chip from his bosom, and then issued the final order as the commander intended! (To be continued......)