Father Anderson put away the bayonet in his hand, and all the pages returned to the appearance of a Bible and were held in his hands.
He is never merciful to those who are different, and killing is his way of solving these problems.
Although his attitude was not very good when facing pagans or unbelievers, he would not directly take action without saying anything.
Yang Valentine's body was emitting blue light, burning into ashes bit by bit.
Although he tried to tell some important information in exchange for his life before he died, Anderson had never been interested in listening to alien nonsense.
The shining bayonet neatly eliminated this "powerful" vampire.
At least compared to those vampire bastards, it's pretty strong.
"The lost lamb, the dyed lamb..."
Anderson glanced at the Blade Warrior still burning under the bayonet on the ground, muttered a few sentences and scattered the pages around.
It was like distributing flyers, but it looked quite solemn under the sacred light.
The light dissipated, and Anderson's figure disappeared.
Only the Blade Warrior, who was gritting his teeth to resist the pain, was left lying there.
"Ah, it was useless for me to take a special look."
A slightly childish voice sounded, and a young man wearing a uniform of the Third Reich appeared in front of the Blade Warrior.
The boy with cat ears and cat tail, Warrant Officer Schrödinger.
Its true identity is the experimental cat of Schrödinger, the famous "loving" cat maniac.
As the intelligence gathering officer in the last group, he always appears in any location.
Existence or non-existence, survival or death, have no meaning to this boy.
So it is everywhere and has never existed.
"A different vampire?"
Warrant Officer Schrödinger spoke into the air in front of him, and his figure appeared on a small TV at the other end.
"Do I need to take this guy back?"
"No need. Now that the plan is about to be launched, there is no need."
"receive!"
Warrant Officer Schrödinger gave a military salute and then pulled off the bayonet Anderson left on the Blade.
Then it disappeared.
His actions may be out of curiosity, just like cats always push cups on the table to the ground, or maybe just for fun.
Warrant Officer Schrödinger's behavior is basically the same as that of a cat.
"Damn it! Who are these guys!"
The Blade Warrior stood up with some difficulty, the wounds on his body were still bleeding.
Most of the vampire part of his body was burned away by Anderson's power, and now he only felt very weak.
Dragging his injuries, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Nick Fury's phone number.
The call was answered quickly.
Because he mentioned the news about Hydra in his previous call with Nick Fury. According to his understanding of Nick Fury, that guy is waiting for his call now.
"Hey, come to my place immediately. You'd better come in person. It's best to bring some blood bags. Blood type is not important."
Blade's voice was a little weak. He didn't expect to see Nick Fury's true form, but now the only person he could rely on seemed to be that guy.
As for positioning, Nick Fury was definitely prepared for the phone in his hand or somewhere on his body. The bastard who suspected everything would not let him move freely.
It is also because his backup personnel are not suitable for appearing on this previous battlefield. He is in danger here, otherwise the Blade Warriors would not need to contact Nick Fury for rescue. .
And Nick Fury may have left a substitute not far from him, otherwise Nick Fury would not be able to remain invisible.
Although that kind of double needs nutrient solution to maintain life, Nick Fury's greedy SHIELD funds are definitely enough to put enough supplies in those safe houses.
He definitely has no shortage of blood bags and other medical supplies.
"I'll be there soon."
Nick Fury directly agreed on the phone, although the Nick Fury who answered the phone had just gotten up from the floor.
Hellboy's fists are not easy to take.
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"What are you going to do with this little mage?"
Korik is stepping on Casillas' calf to prevent this guy from using spells such as teleportation.
When Casillas just woke up, Ancestor Kolik directly interrupted his spellcasting.
Although Colik had a bad temper, he just asked Casillas to lie on the ground to calm down and did not knock the unlucky guy out casually.
Perhaps it was the huge swelling on Casillas' head that made Colic reluctant to take action.
These mages like to use magic from other dimensions as a starter. In order to prevent the mages from launching that thing on the holy mountain, Kolik has been paying attention.
"Do you want an heir?"
Bulqueso looked at Casillas and had a headache.
Casillas is now nothing more than a fool who thinks he has been deceived before he can do any evil.
But he had already received a severe beating from the barbarians.
This guy is really unlucky.
It was as if a recruit skipped the night training to go to the pub to drink and bumped into the top officer who was resting.
"I don't want to have to take care of a kid."
Kolik moved his foot away from Casillas and disappeared.
Casillas was left looking up at Bulkesso in front of him.
"teacher!"
Casillas activated his summoning spell to summon the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme.
The Ancient One refused his summons and reached out from the portal to give Casillas a slap in the face.
Although planning to obtain the power of the dark dimension is not a serious mistake, that kind of power is not something that Casillas, an immature mage, can master.
Who made the current Lord of the Dark Dimension the teacher he called for? He is so skilled and unlucky.
"Well, it seems we have to ask the more leisurely ancestors who wants you as an apprentice."
Bulqueso directly lifted Casillas up and placed him on the ground to stand firm.
Then a group of ancestors appeared around.
"Bulkasso, you have brought another mage with you."
"I still can't like the mage."
The ancestors were talking nonchalantly. Although they knew what Bulcaisuo meant, there were not many ancestors who were interested.
Then most of the ancestor spirits disappeared, leaving only a few here and there.
"Are you relieved to leave him to me?"
An ancestor spirit with a calm face opened his mouth.
"Barnar, I think he might not be able to survive in your secret realm."
Another ancestor said with some impatience and worry.
"Qualkiq, why do you always interrupt."
"Because of responsibility for life."
The berserker Balnar and the general Qualkek of the Holy Mountain Guards stayed here.
The one with a calm face was Banal, and the one with an impatient and worried look was Qualkek.
