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"Who is this guy?"

Panting, Dugan raised the revolver in his hand and fired at Walter, biting a saliva-soaked cigar in the innermost part and roaring.

John Wicker smashed several blood river souls at will, and his eyes had to turn to Walter, who had recovered his youth.

"grim Reaper!"

John Wicker swallowed and said nervously:

"Death, Walter! I heard the name of this senior when I debuted, but he became the pinnacle of mankind decades ago!"

A guy like Walter can't be without a trace since he exists.

As a member of the non-mainstream killer, Walter is a very famous guy on the dark side.

This group of hyena-like killers, as long as they can get their names by chanting, none of them is the kind that shoots from a distance.

There are countless operations such as chasing cars, turning bullets, and killing with pencils. It seems that there is no problem with one more wire cutting.

"Isn't this the old butler in Hassing?"

Rumlow scattered dozens of souls in the river of blood with a hammer, and took time to glance at Walter, who was entangled with Matthew and Steve with silk threads.

That outfit was no different from the old butler he knew, and of course there was no difference in the way he fought.

"We're fighting here forever, when can we go beheading!"

Bucky shook his repaired robotic arm and threw out a few metal parts, saying with an ugly face.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. team was originally here for the decapitation operation, but is now blocked halfway, which is not good news.

Although Bucky's metal hands have been repaired, the strength has dropped more than one step.

After all, Hydra's technology is more focused on materials than the S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Matthew!"

Steve yelled Matthew's name, then charged with the shield in front of him.

Although the silk thread in Walter's hand is strong, it is still ineffective compared to the shield made of vibranium mixed with Edmund alloy.

When Matthew heard this cry, his body was also full of anger.

With the weapon in his hand in front of him, he charged in the direction of Walter.

The mace and the hand axe broke through the blockade of Walter's special silk thread, and then smashed into the chest of the handsome young Walter.

Ma Xie tilted his head back by the way, intending to make another headbutt at the moment of impact.

"what!"

Casillas roared loudly, and rushed from one side of the blood river to the other side, his whole body was covered with blood red.

Barbarians are unstoppable reapers in the face of underpowered enemies.

Casillas felt the fun of the rampage fighting that Canuck mentioned, the enemy breaking into pieces under the tremendous force, which made him completely excited.

"Who is our enemy? The vampire or the lunatic?"

Rumlow roared. Although he was ready to fight Akado, the vampire ancestor was on the same front as them.

Blocking the river of blood is nothing but the souls of the dead who are about to start with all life.

In particular, the souls of those who dress up as holy knights of the church do not look like good-hearted believers at all, and each of them exudes an aura of madness.

"It's both, and it doesn't seem to matter that it's love."

Gabriel appeared in this place with some trivial injuries. Although his image was a little embarrassed, he seemed to be in good spirits.

"Gabriel?"

Rumlow put his two-handed giant hammer diagonally behind him, guarding the angel who suddenly appeared.

The arrival of Gabriel made the undead in the blood river turn as if facing a natural enemy.

"Excuse me, have you seen a demon covered in darkness?"

Gabriel asked with a gentle smile, because the diversion of the blood river made the pressure on the few people here a lot less.

At least now they can concentrate on facing the tough guy Walter.

Gabriel had the upper hand in the battle with Mephisto's clone. After all, that clone was the first echelon to be targeted by the Holy Flame of Inprius.

After paying a heavy price, he escaped from Gabriel's pursuit, and the current situation is not good at all.

If he was a little weaker, he wouldn't be able to disobey the order of the body that was being beaten in hell, and hit the holy flame that blocked the passage.

The **** monarch in **** is being beaten by three barbarians.

Basically, it was ravaged by six feet in turn with "earthquake", "earth trampling" and "landslide and ground cracking".

Boots of more than fifty yards kept leaving footprints on his face, which was very sour.

Now it seems that the three barbarians seem to be more evil, while the remaining two **** monarchs are rolling around like air bags.

"You mean that black mist guy?"

Steve growled loudly.

Matthew used the weapon throwing and brute force throwing skill not far behind Walter.

The hand axe flew towards the black fog with a piece of electric light, making a whistling sound of "woohoo".

"Gabriel, do you think I'll have nothing left!"

After the black fog let out a roar, it immediately got into Walter's body.

Although the first round of battle with Gabriel has been declared a failure, the second round can now be started!

The people who made the deal with him were not the guys in the last group, but also the Mordock who wanted to escape!

Mordock provided him with a strong enough body, and he also told Mordock "effective" escape methods.

Walter is the channel through which Mordock realizes the contract. This body has the blood of the demons collected by Mephisto's clone, and even incorporates a bit of his own energy.

It is precisely because of this that he can rush into this powerful body that transcends human limitations without any hindrance.

And he just told Mordock: "As long as you get stronger, you can leave." This is indeed an effective method.

Because he doesn't intend to weaken his power, his latest deals are all conditional on the "information method".

Even if Mordock, who has never dealt with demons, has extraordinary wisdom, he did not expect that Mephisto's clone would be so short-lived, and he had no intention of making the next transaction at all.

This is actually not surprising.

Because this clone wanted to get rid of the name "Mephisto" for a long time.

Originally, he was able to achieve this goal this time, but it was just bad luck.

"Of course I know you'll be ready, but have you ever thought that your contractor is not as stupid as you think?"

Gabriel looked at Mephisto's avatar who rushed into Walter's body with a mockery on his face.

This body is not as perfect as Mephisto's clone imagined.

Because it's not just demons who are looking for help in Mordok!

A person with high IQ who knows about the existence of extraordinary will not make the mistake of putting all eggs in one basket.

Walter's body transformation has the power of an angel!

Walter's body light is no less than Van Helsing, who was incarnated by Gabriel hundreds of years ago.

His body can be used as the basis for the arrival of the devil, and naturally it can also accommodate the soul of an angel!

And the power of the vampire, Akado, turned this body into a cage!

The souls of demons and angels must decide victory and defeat in this body before it ends, and during this process, General Walter's will will be awakened!

When the battle between angels and demons is over, the victor will help him fight Arcador!

This is the condition that Walter accepted before accepting Mordock's transformation.

The last brigade is also an enemy for Walter. He can temporarily tolerate the enemy in order to restore the peak and fight with Arcador, but he has no reason to refuse if there is a better choice!

"Mephisto's clone, you are dead!"

With a subtle smile, Gabriel's blond hair swayed in the wind, a blue light flashed behind him, and he rushed into Walter's body.

The road ahead is now clear!

Steve and the others can continue to complete their beheading mission!

A group of people walked towards the place where the airship fell with murderous expressions, where there is a fuse for all this waiting for their harvest.

Akado was holding the long sword in his hand and slowly appeared at the end of the street. He looked at Walter in front of him with a sigh of relief.

Aging is too cruel for human beings, and the strong will eventually become weak.

The wise can also become stupid, and the fear of "getting weak" will eventually lead mankind to a less beautiful path.

As a former comrade-in-arms of Arcador and a powerful human being recognized by him, Walter will finally face the end.

Akado's hair swayed with the state wind, and his face with stubble looked a little sad.

Arkado, who is shown in the image of piercing the public, is a bit more human than that strange shape.

By the way, he put the long sword in his hand on the ground, looking a little nostalgic.

"Vampire Akado, are you also troubled by emotions?"

Father Anderson stood behind Arkado with a bayonet in his hand, his tone erratic.

What he believed in was not the ethereal God, but the Archangel of Courage, Inprius, who had once resided in his body.

The courage to defend everything, and the determination to never regret it, is what he mastered when he came into contact with the Imperius.

He won't show mercy to monsters, because the Archangel of Courage is so stubborn.

He would not be gentle with non-believers, because Prius was never good at talking to non-angels.

But Anderson, like the Impris, is bright!

Because Nephalem learned tolerance after Prius beheaded the Great Demon God, Anderson's attitude towards life is also full of compassion.

The two became more and more similar in the process of getting along, and Father Anderson can now be called a believer of courage.

In Anderson's eyes, the Imperius is his master!

Others in the church were too far from Anderson, because Anderson really saw a being who could be called "the Lord."

His faith will not waver!

"Anderson, Alexander Anderson! Can you send me to sleep forever?"

Akado's voice was weak as if speaking in a low voice.

The birth of the vampire Akado is itself a blasphemy of faith.

How devout Arcador himself was, how much hatred of the gods after his death.

It was not long ago that he personally experienced the resurrection of the gods. Because of the brilliance of the Prius, he was cold and felt the warmth that his body had not seen for a long time.

That sacred and vast feeling was something he had never imagined.

Even when he was insulted as a slave as a boy, the cross in his hand did not have that radiance and warmth.

"Vampire Akado, or the piercing Duke Dracula. What kind of path did you choose to exist?"

Father Anderson pushed the glasses with the bottom of his palm, hiding his eyes behind the lenses.

Anderson's understanding of Arcador is no longer limited to the concept of "vampire".

The name Piercing Gong is quite famous.

Alucard and Dracula are just read in reverse order.

"After you betrayed your faith, you also betrayed the name of Dracula. Have you regretted calling yourself Arkado?"

Father Anderson's tone was very impolite, and the anger contained in facing the existence of monsters was still rising.

"Is faith really necessary for human existence?"

Akado spoke with confusion on his face.

"Gods don't need gold, but humans do."

Father Anderson took a few steps back, keeping a relatively suitable distance from Arcardo.

"Faith cannot be used as a bargaining chip, then there will be no connection between humans and gods."

Akado walked forward, carrying his own sword along the way. The river of blood not far away began to gather here. As a monster, how could he face the powerful human being, Father Anderson, alone?

The "Demon King" should wait on his throne for the brave man to come after he has overcome all obstacles.

Only at that time will the hero be qualified to fight the Demon Lord for real.

The Vampire King is ready for a challenger.

At this time, there are still hundreds of thousands of souls in his blood, and this number is not much different from when Van Helsing challenged him.

"Anderson, where's your comrade? You alone can't solve my soldier."

Akado closed his eyes and said to Father Anderson ~www.NovelMTL.com~ teacher! "

At this time, two wounded figures fell from the eaves on one side, and there was a very regular sound of footsteps not far away.

Anderson's disciple, Paladin Heinkel Wolf, and nun, Takagi Yumie.

And the owner of the footsteps, a young man dressed as an archbishop stepped over expensive handmade calfskin boots.

The commander-in-chief of the church power this time, the archbishop, Enric Maxwell!

"Teacher, this church expedition failed."

Maxwell tucked his hair back and pressed the strands that were cocked in the wind to his scalp.

"Maxwell, have your ambitions been achieved?"

Anderson let go of the bayonet in his hand, wrapped his two apprentices in his arms, soothed their hostility towards Maxwell, and then said while looking at the most proud apprentice in front of him.

"Now who can say that I'm not a big man? I'm the Archbishop, and I'm also your disciple of the saint on earth."

Maxwell's face was very calm.

Maxwell was by Anderson's side when Anderson awakened the Impris, and he was as close to the miracle of the Archangel of Courage as it was when he awakened.

I love power, yearn for glory, and hope that I can always be on the top!

But Maxwell is also a devout believer.

Father Anderson became known as Alexander St. Anderson the moment he awakened Imprius.

Could the disciple of the saint be worse than the name of the archbishop?

Maxwell, who wants to be called a superior man, has long found his way, and the living saint needs a helper with trivial matters.

This man can only be him, Enrique Maxwell!