When Fafnir and the skeletons entered London in tanks and armored vehicles, they froze in the face of the burning London......

Faveniel had long known what the vampire soldiers were going to do in London, and he wasn't surprised at all - to be honest, it was hard for him to express his surprise at a group of cartoonish characters being slaughtered into a mosaic by another group of equally cartoonish characters......

It's just that for the skeleton grenadiers who actually appear in real three-dimensional images in this world, seeing civilians who are "real" in their eyes being slaughtered by vampires really breaks through the lower limit of this group of dead ghosts who were Wehrmacht soldiers in their lifetimes.

The vampires laughed wildly and slaughtered the civilians of London, men and women, old men and children, with their guns, bayonets, claws and teeth, and all of them were given an equal death, turning them all into a blur of flesh and blood—a mosaic in Faveniel's eyes......

"It's a bunch of bandits...... Fafnier. They are just a bunch of low-level murderers and bandits, just like the Einsatzgruppen we see on the Eastern Front. Carl's skeletal face turned to Fafnier, and the skeletons on one side gathered together to make an approving chata.

"That's right, a bunch of cowardly cowards and bandits. Karl, Longinus, you fought all the way to Berlin like me, and Shutkhajan, Young, you also fought on the Eastern Front for a long time. Take a good look at it and reminisce. Have you ever seen any of their faces on any battlefield on the Eastern Front, on any street in Berlin?" asked Fafnier, without looking back.

"You haven't seen it, and neither have I. They are just a bunch of deserters who dare not go to war. I didn't see any of them in Stalingrad, in Kursk, in Belarus, in East Prussia, in Berlin! Who is like them, who can only show their bravery on civilians now? It is necessary to become inhuman monsters to dare to come out and kill civilians with such force...... The real good man has died on the battlefield, and this is what is left behind. ”

"It's just that this group of wastes can't laugh to the worst...... Look, there's a guy over there killing these vampires too......" Faveniel nodded with his chin in the distance.

The skeletons' eyes flickered with red flames, and they saw in the distance, beyond the range of human vision, an eastern man slaying the vampires with even more inhuman force and speed, and the vampires were as powerless in front of him as mortals were in front of them.

"Is it a war of monsters? Hahaha, look at ourselves, this kind of thing describes us pretty much the same. The smiling skeletal soldiers raised their guns and slew the vampires chasing the citizens of London into ashes with precise crossfire. The skeletons sighed silently as they looked at the citizens who had escaped in front of them with even more terrifying eyes.

"Fafnier, we're retiring......" Schutkhao Jane, a skeletal with a charred flamethrower, trembled his upper and lower jawbones.

"Really......"

"Our war ended fifty-five years ago...... It's just a little unwilling feeling that makes us wake up again. Now that we see that our contemporaries have also died out, this is no longer our war years. Enemies, companions, and even empires are outdated and gone. It's time for us to retire, Fafnier. We know you're different from us, please forgive us, we should leave......" said Karl on another Tiger King.

"Really...... I'm leaving. Fafnir leaned against his Tiger King and sighed as he looked at the skeletons.

"See you again, my comrade-in-arms. The skeletons let out a silent sigh.

"See you again, you guys. Still leaning back on the tank, Fafnir waved his hand.

The skeletons still lined up in a neat line and saluted, then dispersed, turned around, and drove away in their tanks or armored trucks.

As tanks and trucks were gradually activated, their appearance gradually began to deteriorate, corrode, and deteriorate...... As the sound of the engine gradually became softer, the tank and the skeletons turned into dust in the wind, and at this time, the soft song of "Lily Marien" sounded out out of nowhere, and the song became softer and softer, turning into a whimper in the wind......

Fafnier's return salute was not put down until the song and the breeze were annihilated at the same time.

He climbed into his front body of the Tiger King and sat there, smoking a cigarette in his hand. Fafnier was a non-smoker, and in the years of World War II long ago, he always traded his ration of cigarettes for other things with his companions. Today, for the first time, he took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, but he didn't light it, just holding the cigarette and looking at the London hell in front of him.

No Londoner or vampire dared to get close to the lone King Tiger tank. Fafnir stayed alone on the tank in a daze until the barking of the dogs in the tank woke him up.

Favenir crumpled his cigarette into a ball and looked up at the airship in the sky.

"This world realm has been invaded by other world realms...... Interesting coincidence. It's just that I didn't expect that there was a world realm in this void that absorbed other small worlds...... There seem to be fewer and fewer vampires, and some of the tougher 'things' are coming......"

Fafnir looked up at the airship, and the outer wall of the airship began to explode, "Major, the commander of the cowards seems to be in trouble too...... Well, let's go check it out. ”

He jumped out of the tank, and the Tiger King disappeared with the sudden wind. And Fafnir took a step forward and disappeared to the ground. A small white dog barked and jumped and disappeared into the air.

Fafnir walked through the corridor of the burning airship, past the corpse of the werewolf captain who had fallen to the ground in the hall, and at the door of the command hall at the back of the hall, Fafnir stopped and leaned against the doorframe to look inside—it was a man tattooed with various Arhats and Bodhisattvas, this man was busy placing small devices on the transparent wall in front of him, and behind the wall, the fat major slowly loaded the bullet into his hand Ruger.

The Major saw Fafnir leaning against the doorframe, waved his hand happily, as if to say hello, and then made a gesture of "Don't get in my way". The tattooed man didn't care, he turned his head and glanced at Faveniel, still starting his work, "Whether you're a vampire or not, I'll talk about it when I'm done." ”

Fafnir gave the major a mocking smile, he didn't want to see what would happen to the major at all, "Anyway, there is only one end for a cowardly madman, and ...... This guy actually 'died' fifty-five years ago. The rest was just an obsession......" With this thought, Fafnir also made a "goodbye" gesture to the major, and turned away.