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Chapter 138: Catch and Kill (4)

The more you move forward, the more silent it becomes.

The laboratory, which was supposed to be heavily guarded, did not make any noise after being pushed open by outsiders, as if a person had gone to an empty dead place, leaving only a lonely and wandering ghost.

Kars certainly didn't let that stop - this was the mad major's lab! The dictator who created a legion of 3,000 dead with his own hands in order to taste the ecstasy of war infinitely!

Invaded by the enemy?

The war is not going well?

Just because of such a boring reason to destroy his carefully prepared vampire research facility?

… It's a dream.

No, or the other way around.

If today, if Accardo had really woken up, it would all make sense again...

For a major who was too obsessed with playing games with another war maniac, it was reasonable to not have the time to estimate his "small role".

The test subjects who were hanging in the cells on either side of the corridor had not yet had time to deal with them. The wretched who have died, or are about to die, will not get a normal sleep - and in the hours that will follow, these innumerable "half-finished products" will become the most feared monsters, bringing an equal and undignified death to all who set foot on the land.

Kars didn't stop thinking, just like he never stopped - he didn't have time to dispose of all the thousands of reserve monsters here... Even if this would have affected the Major's plan to sprinkle the death plague all over the battlefield to some extent, he was almost certain that the war maniac had already arranged for no less than this number of ghouls in advance in the combat units on the front...

The problem is only the magnitude and speed of the outbreak, the catastrophe cannot be avoided from the beginning, and all that Kars can do is to complete the task as soon as possible for all the creatures of this world.

…

Rumble.

…

A low, muffled roar of thunder came abruptly from the upper floors—Kars knew very well that it should be a room decorated with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, through a dark and terrifying corridor, more like a shortcut to it from afar.

"Has it started?"

Murmuring to himself, no one answered, and the priest took a deep breath, as if to clear out all distractions, and then at last took a step in the direction from which the voice came.

He knew very well what level of enemy he was about to face, and he also knew that there was no second result in rashly participating in the battlefield of the beast except to be torn to pieces, but he still chose, and he calmly walked towards the door of death.

The night deepened and deepened.

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"Ahem..."

His breath was tingy with salty blood, and his well-dressed uniform was stained with more than one spot of dust and blood from the battle.

From the time he was the housekeeper of the Helsing family on a mission to exterminate monsters, this was the first time Walter had been so embarrassed! The expressionless soldier in front of him had a body that seemed to be tougher than steel - no matter how his sharp steel wire cut, he could not do so, and could only fall into an even more frantic entanglement.

"You bastard!!"

In the face of the enemy's lightning swiftness again and again, Walter, who had already fallen into a disadvantage, simply gave up his defensive movements, and with a wave of his hands wrapped around the steel wire, those beautiful silk threads that brought death naturally coiled into a subtle arc, completely enveloping the advancing captain.

… It's done!

Even if the body that has been modified and exercised can resist the cutting of steel wires, the internal soft and fragile throat of the human body cannot be invulnerable no matter what! Although it is not possible to cut the enemy into neat pieces of "steak" as usual, the direct decapitation of the enemy is not contrary to the Grim Reaper's usual style of extermination!

"Die!"

The boy roared loudly, tightening the wire before the light of the lightning hit him, and finally, the linkage reaction brought the expected result. The captain, who was originally moving forward at high speed, was blocked by an invisible threat, and at the same time, from the direction behind his neck, it seemed that the steel wire of the rope was also tightened at the same time!

The fierce warrior who was not afraid of death suddenly became a heinous hangman, and now as long as Walter used a little force, the other party would be completely separated, and there would be no corpse to die!

However, the most unexpected thing happened to Walter at this time...

Forcibly fending off the butler's attack, the captain not only did not flinch, but reached out his hands to Walter at the last moment.

The iron claw-like palm tightly clasped the boy's wrist on one side, and pinched Walter's neck on the other... If it weren't for the fact that the butler also restrained the other party, the captain's strength could not be fully exerted, and his neck would have been broken a long time ago...

At this point, the flickering battle suddenly fell silent.

The two of them, each holding each other's lives, switched from destructive power to a contest of endurance - the feeling of suffocation was painful, but even so, neither of them was willing to let go first... Because letting go means failure, and it means losing one's life and the meaning of existence.

In fact, such a painful duel did not last long. In contrast to the captain, who was always pale, the young butler soon developed a sickly flush on his cheeks. In a state of extreme lack of oxygen, Walter's consciousness has begun to blur, and it may not be long before he can no longer hold the steel wire, and he will be screwed off by the other party, and then all the wreckage will be thrown into the furnace...

Ha, what an ironic ending, obviously I took the initiative to invite Ying to come here, but I personally witnessed the defeat of the Grim Reaper...

…

Thoughts like this only appeared for a moment, because at the threshold when the butler was about to lose his support, the huge coffin had opened a gap large enough for people to enter and exit.

And stepping out of the place that symbolized the dwelling of the deceased was a young girl with black hair and delicate features... The only thing that was incongruous was probably the twisted and cruel smile on her face and the Maxim machine gun in her right hand...

"Yo, Walter~"

Against the moonlight, she shot the captain who was almost about to kill the butler, but her scarlet pupils were full of playfully staring at the young man who was panting fiercely on the side.

"It's really a gaffe~"