Outside London, in an abandoned factory.

Footsteps gradually sounded, and there was no concealment in the slightest.

Fr. Alexander Anderson, a virtuoso artist, arrived at the agreed place in such a grand manner.

And as soon as he entered, he smelled the stench of heretical vampires!

This couldn't help but make him grin and feel very. Glad.

"Come out, don't you want to see me."

Father Anderson wears a white coat with a cross necklace, white gloves on his hands with words similar to Accardo's, and a pair of round glasses on his face.

In the darkness, Abel's figure gradually revealed, and then walked out with the same smile.

Father Anderson's eyes flickered slightly, and he hadn't noticed that there was a person hiding there.

This kid is not simple!

"Alexander Anderson?"

"Yes, that's me. Who are you? What do you know? ”

Abel smiled lightly and said, "Abel, Gustavos Abel." An ordinary man who is chasing the name of the strongest. ”

"As for what I know. It depends on what Father Anderson wants to know from me. ”

Father Anderson burst out laughing, "The strongest? That's a big breath, so the real purpose of you asking me to come here is not to see me, but to be on a par with me, right? ”

Abel shook his head slightly, "This trip is not only a matter of superiority but also life and death." ”

"Good! Well said! Boy, I'm starting to appreciate you a little. ”

Father Anderson shook his hands, and two sharp, shining swords appeared in his hands, and then placed the two blades in front of him, one horizontal and one vertical, in a cross pose.

"It's just a pity that all aliens have to die, especially those who mingle with filthy things like vampires."

Abel couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "When you say vampires, you shouldn't be referring to these things, right?" ”

He casually pulled the chain next to him, only to hear a bang, and the door of the container was directly pulled open, revealing artificial vampires with red eyes inside, but sealed in cement buckets, only their heads exposed.

Father Anderson was stunned for a moment, he thought that the vampires he smelled were the helpers of the other party, but at the moment it didn't seem to be like that.

"It's taken me a lot of effort to catch these guys in the past two days."

"Don't you want to know where these vampires came from, and it doesn't hurt to tell you, so that when you and I start the fight in earnest, you can have no distractions."

"Speaking of which, these guys are really just ghouls. It is the product of being sucked by artificial vampires. ”

Father Anderson was a little puzzled: "Ghoul? Artificial vampires? ”

"That's right, the remnants of the NC have come together, and one of them is a genius scientist who has developed what is known as artificial vampires, and then modified all of their army soldiers. And when you are sucked by an artificial vampire, you will become a ghoul, and you will become the kind of people you see now. ”

"It's a fantasy story, but my instincts tell me that you're not lying, and there's no need for it."

Father Anderson gently pushed his glasses down with the back of his hand, "If it's really like what you say, it means that the NC remnants now have an army made entirely of vampires, what the hell do they want to do?" ”

"Who knows, unify the world and start another world war? Or is it simply a preparation for revenge? ”

This time, Abel didn't tell the other party the correct answer.

But just imagining what they can do is terrible enough.

Because ordinary weapons can't kill vampires, even if they are man-made, they are vampires, and they are also immortal.

The only weaknesses are light, silver, and the means of blessing from the Holy See.

Under the sudden attack of such a vampire army, as long as the number reaches a thousand, it is enough to fall a small country in one night.

After all, who usually stocks silver weapons?

Is there more money to burn?

Except for the Holy See, which has a perennial stockpile, no other country would make precious silver into swords and bullets and distribute them to soldiers.

"We must find and eliminate these NC remnants as soon as possible, otherwise the world may start a war again."

Father Anderson's face was solemn, but he had not forgotten that there was a battle in front of him that was both superior and life-and-death.

Although he is very grateful for the timely information sent by the other party, since this kid has to find death, then he will not show mercy.

Doing your best is the greatest respect for it!

Father Anderson's attack arrived when Able pulled out the two katana swords he had prepared and stuck in the wall and aimed them forward, one behind the other.

Two sharp swords slashed at Abel's neck and stabbed Abel in the heart.

If you don't shoot, you will shoot, and if you make a shot, it will be a lore!

But

"It's good, but it's too slow."

Abel came first, and in an instant, he slashed the two swords in Father Anderson's hands with precision.

The tremendous force shook Father Anderson's heart and made his mouth tingle.

You know, he's not an ordinary human, he's a special modified person who uses technology beyond science to transform his body.

The body can even defend against ordinary bullets.

Both speed and strength are far beyond ordinary people, otherwise there is no way to fight those monsters.

But just after a hand-to-hand fight, he understood that the other party's speed and strength were still above him!

"Could it be that this guy is also a reformer like me?"

The moment Father Anderson took off his weapon, he rolled backwards five times in a row, quickly widening the distance.

Then he shook his hands, and two more swords were held in his hands.

In fact, the sword he wielded was not simple, it was made from the pages of the blessed Bible, and there were as many pages as there were in the Bible.

"I was careless just now, but then I definitely won't."

Flying Sword!

Father Anderson quickly threw the two swords in his hand, then two, and two!

After 6 consecutive blows of the flying sword, he held two more swords to start a melee battle.

Able stood in place, swinging his long knife with ease, blocking the thrown swords one after another, and then blocking Father Anderson's frantic attack like mercury.

Seeing and hearing the domineering face, he could even 'see' Father Anderson's attack after a few seconds.

So the scene looks particularly weird.

At first glance, it seems that Abel is making a subtle block, but if you look at it for a while, you will find an astonishing fact.

That is, as the defensive side, it can be in advance every time.

As if he had practiced it beforehand, Father Anderson was extremely 'cooperative' and took the initiative to send it over so that the opponent could successfully parry.

(End of chapter)