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Chapter 145: Their Choices

Leaning on the roof of an abandoned house, Kars's gaze kept scanning the rushing river around him...

This apocalyptic disaster is only a few meters away from him, but just like ordinary people facing thunder and tsunamis, these short meters are also the difference between life and death for Kars...

He suddenly remembered the end times he had once experienced... If you are swept up in this tide now, you will definitely die, right?

It was only at this moment that he really felt how naïve his previous thoughts were... Even as he traveled between different worlds, he couldn't suppress the tremors that came from the depths of his soul, and his hands, feet, and heart began to shake like never before at the moment he witnessed all this.

This... Maybe that's the difference between him and Mr. Anderson, right?

He had never truly dedicated himself to the gods, and he also did not cut off his fears - the vice president did not look surprised on weekdays, but it was only because Kars's tolerance limit was far more than ordinary people because of his past experiences...

The priest shook his head helplessly.

It's ridiculous, it's clear that he wants to return here, and killing this monster is also his own task that must be performed, why is his heart swaying?

He tried to clench his fists, and Kars could feel that the bright silver spear, though deliberately concealed with rags, was still as sharp as ever, so the recklessness and hesitation were only his will.

Because I am not afraid of death, I feel that everything in this world is nothing to be afraid of... This idea is known today. It was only at this moment that the priest understood how naïve he was.

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"You're scared too?"

The sudden whispers woke Kars up! He didn't even notice the character that suddenly appeared behind him... Fear of this kind of thing. The impact on the fearless seems to be greater than expected... Of course, maybe it's because the owner of this voice shouldn't be here anyway.

"Angel..."

"You want to ask why I'm here?"

"I wanted to ask why you came with me secretly..."

Kars remembers very well that he had placed the only ally who had helped him a lot before the operation began, in a place of absolute safety on the other side of the river... Really. If you want to trap a vampire, is it impossible not to use the Holy Seal?

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't leave until half a day after you left."

The little angel in the moonlight was also prostrate to himself—close to Kars's arm.

"And I never followed your thoughts, just walked around here... As a result, I saw such an amazing thing, so I had no choice but to find a place to hide. ”

Ha...

Kars laughed, and a certain emotion that should have been more urgent and stronger was hidden.

"80 points."

"What?"

"The story you made up~"

“…”

The girl turned her head away from him, because the angle Kars could only see the back of a cute head... Probably, she is pouting like a normal child, right?

That natural flamboyance, not lipstick or something like a decorative color, just thinking about it will fall for the child's innocence - this is the case. Who cares that this little girl is a "terrible" vampire?

The miserable howls around him seemed to have fallen silent, and the ears that could only hear their own heartbeats for a time were not already on strike. Kars suddenly felt that everything had changed in an ordinary and strange way, and the fear that had been bothering him disappeared...

Humans are the strangest animals ever.

He stood up and looked far away at the center surrounded by monsters - the servants of Hellsing were singing everywhere, and he faithfully fulfilled the orders given to him by his master... Vow to wipe out all enemies and monsters from this land!

Ha! What a joyful and yet sad song!

In the world, there are many undead monsters, but do they really expect immortal existence? Most of them are looking for struggle, for bloody battles. It was already almost whimpering and longing—a cry of death!

Nosferatu, NO-lifeking (the king of immortality)...

After losing everything he could lose, he became a ghost who only knew how to run between struggle and struggle... Now it seems, that terrible undead monster. But it's more like a sad child lying on the ground and crying.

…

The priest closed his eyes and listened silently to the laughter of the lord hidden under the howl. The child's crying. Then it is time to put an end to this long dream that has lasted for more than four hundred years, and to wake up the poor mad king lying on the ground. To put to sleep that mighty yet fragile monster... This time, he'll get a longer night's sleep.

Yes. Kars has decided, and there is nothing to be afraid of deciding.

He took one last look at the girl with a puzzled expression - human beings are always like this, and if there is a reason to do it, it will naturally not feel terrible

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be right back."

He said this before jumping forward

"So this time, you must be waiting for me here."

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In front of you, there is a hell that is terrible and realistic...

If anything, this is where the Grim Reaper should live. But the black-clothed god of death can't feel the slightest familiarity and warmth from here.

Like the trembling Nazis, like the trembling Allies, the Grim Reaper could not keep his composure in the most terrible nightmares.

Although he knew better than anyone that he had always been in the company of hopeless monsters, it seemed that he, like everyone else, had not recognized the real monster, the real Acater...

The threat of overriding life is terrifying. Walter couldn't even believe that the monster who had single-handedly created this miserable situation in front of him would obediently obey the agreement, surrender to Helsing, and surrender to the human organs.

He instinctively preferred to believe that this was some more terrible conspiracy, and he instinctively wanted to believe that it was all a boring, morbid game of monsters. And when the contract and fun can no longer bind this monster, whether it is the Grim Reaper, the Helsings, the Hellsing, or the United Kingdom... Even this world will be buried under his fearless clutches.

- Accardo... This is a more crazy and dangerous existence than the Nazis, more than this whole war!

…

So he decided, and the Grim Reaper tightened the tighter string in his hand and made the most important decision of his life, and perhaps throughout his own human life. (To be continued......)