"Let's start our move. We have to leave something to this world."
Most of the people in the final group boarded the airship, which was kindly sponsored by Pioneer Technology.
Even if Murdoc himself does not admit this, Pioneer Technology has now been completely tied to the chariot of the last brigade.
Regardless of victory or defeat, Pioneer Technology will be firmly stamped with the mark of the Third Reich. Even though they were originally born here, this is not a reputation they are willing to bear.
Murdoc sat on a chair in the corner with a grim look on his face.
His extraordinary intelligence is almost useless when faced with a group of madmen.
Because these guys never listen to him. Even though he can influence other people's minds, these soldiers have long lost their sense and are filled with a strong desire for destruction.
The airship has enough high technology to prevent him from being discovered during the flight. What's even more terrible is that the major carved the flag representing endless suffering on the airship and spray-painted the logo of Pioneer Technology on it.
Moreover, the firepower carried on the airship is enough to deal with less violent wars.
Now Murdoc couldn't escape even if he wanted to. He could only watch the giant ship sinking, taking him with it through the gate of hell.
"Hi!"
The officers standing in front of the major all stretched out their arms to express their respect for the lost crazy empire.
They have been waiting for this feast for too long.
They have also made preparations for war, and every one of them is eagerly looking forward to death.
"Gentlemen! I like war! Gentlemen, I like war! Gentlemen! I like war the most!
Love Annihilation! Love blitzkrieg! Love combat! Love defensive battles! Love the siege! Love the breakthrough battle! I like to retreat in defeat! Love mopping up battles! I like the retreat battle..."
The slightly fat major stepped on the corpse of his former superior with one foot and began to speak loudly to the soldiers in front of him.
The parallel sentences like the stormy waves tell the cruelty of war and the fanaticism of this crazy leader.
His speeches contained many descriptions of the tragic scenes of war and were full of admiration and yearning for war.
That kind of enthusiasm quickly spread to the hearts of everyone on this airship.
The whispers gradually turned into thunderous cheers, and this fanatical war machine began to move.
The major had personally learned about his superiors in front of the soldiers not long ago. This catastrophe could not be prevented by just one person's ideas.
Those who hold back the tide have only one possibility but victory and destruction.
These soldiers have lost their human appearance. The twisted demon horns and bright red skin, coupled with the long goat hooves, have made them lose the last trace of being human.
Even though the research on demonization is not yet mature, these vampire-transformed soldiers happily accepted this new power.
Now they are no longer on the same page.
"What on earth are you longing for! Do you hope for a more intense war? Do you hope for a war that is as ruthless as dung? Are you looking forward to an iron wind, thunder and fire that will end up killing the crows in the three thousand worlds like a storm? A fight!"
The major's speech was about to come to an end. Captain Duberbrough, who was standing next to him, lowered the brim of his hat and stood there without saying a word.
Now he is the only one in the final group who is pure. Even if he is a pure werewolf, he is better than those things that are a mixture of vampires and demons.
The werewolf captain wanted to sleep in peace from the beginning. He was just a silent man swept away by the waves.
As a pure werewolf, he had enjoyed the battlefield and was addicted to the strange excitement brought by the blood shed.
But now he just wants to sleep.
The major raised his arms and shouted, enjoying the enthusiastic praise of the soldiers in front of him, and the battle was about to begin.
The word "war" came out from the mouths of the soldiers, and they became even more fanatical with the power of demons.
The immortality of vampires and the power of demons blend into the ghost of this crazy empire!
Mephisto's figure appeared in the shadows not far away, with excitement on his face.
According to the contract, the souls formed by the lives killed by these soldiers will be under his control.
The greater the scale of the war, the stronger he will be.
As long as he has hundreds of thousands of souls, he can completely break away from the control of the body in hell.
As long as he slowly wanders around the world and collects his soul, he will become the king of hell walking on earth!
Freedom has a completely different meaning to his avatar.
The joy of deciding the next move by one's own will made the face of the clone of the Lord of Hell begin to fill with a smile.
As for Nevi’s revenge?
He doesn't care.
Just like Mephisto's true form couldn't kill Nivi, Nivi couldn't kill him, the clone of the Hell Demon King!
Among the fanatical soldiers below were agents who originally belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., but after many transformations, these agents also lost their minds and became crazy members.
The Third Reich used their unique methods to change these originally steadfast agents in a short period of time.
Discipline creates strength! Team creates strength!
And this power is crowned with "glory" to create action!
Beings who couldn't find their own place found themselves in this crazy collective, so they became even crazier!
This is what the Third Reich did, and in this way it created the storm of the Mad Empire.
When people are caught in a wave, no one is consciously aware of what they have done.
They will only say "I just did what I was supposed to do" and hide all the cruelty and injustice within the collective.
Those who are awake are naturally ostracized and either drown in the tide or become part of the splash.
And how many of the agents are awake?
In other words, how many people in the world are truly awake?
Just recognizing what you look like is hard enough.
"Gentlemen! Let's create hell together!"
The major said the last sentence with his usual smile.
He may not have wanted to make this expression, but with most of his body completely transformed into a machine, he couldn't do anything else except these specific expressions.
Perhaps his enthusiasm and fanaticism are complicated, but these are irrelevant.
The wave has begun to move, and even the people who started it have trouble stopping it.
The major grinned and shouted loudly, throwing himself into this complete carnival!
His vision was blocked by his glasses, and he could only see a pair of shining lenses emitting a cold light at the soldiers!
Everyone knows that he has his own goals, but the soldiers no longer care, they just want a grand ending!
The soldiers' fanatical roars echoed throughout the airship that was about to take off.
With a burst of shaking, the war is about to begin!
…
"Report, the last group has begun to take action! The church's armed forces have also arrived around London. We have not found out what method the last group will use."
In SHIELD, Nick Fury quietly watched the agent in front of him reporting the news, and then silently picked up the landline phone on the table.
Landline phones that are only connected to internal lines are particularly useful when conveying instructions.
"Duggan, let's go!"
Nick Fury just finished saying this, then turned his head and looked at Coulson in front of him with some hesitation.
"Now, you can enjoy some time off."
Nick Fury is not going to send Coulson to Helsing to take over Steve's job as originally thought.
This is a war, and Coulson is not suitable to join the battlefield directly.
"Director, Captain America is right there, and fighting with him is one of my biggest dreams."
Coulson lowered his head and said.
He has no intention of escaping. As long as this battle is necessary, he is willing to sacrifice his life.
"Not many people in SHIELD can intervene in this war. This is a war between extraordinary beings and ordinary humans. Our individual power is too small."
Nick Fury sat at the table, his eyes wandering.
With London becoming the main battlefield, he did not have the courage to directly cross Britain and use nuclear weapons.
This kind of thing is not something to be ridiculed.
Nick Fury feels that even if the battlefield is in New York, those stinking politicians will not be crazy enough to drop nuclear weapons on the mainland.
Now, the battle is no longer equal.
"Director, if the situation gets out of control, nuclear weapons will be the last resort. For the sake of hundreds of thousands of people, we should also devote our greatest efforts to defeat the enemy."
Coulson raised his head and said competitively.
He was dissatisfied with the fact that Britain had refused aid from other countries, and now only a small force could be sent there.
The British are not arrogant, but they are still full of confidence because of the vampire named Accardo.
Accardo's power has been proven in the war, and they are confident that they can put out the flames of war caused by the last group.
"If you don't need a vacation, then continue hunting down Hydra!"
Nick Fury stopped Coulson's application with a stern voice.
Nick Fury believes that humans can win the battle against native creatures, even if he has his hand on that old-fashioned pager.
"If you insist."
Coulson slammed the door angrily for the first time and disappeared without a trace.
He didn't know that Nick Fury had used the Howling Commandos to carry out this beheading operation.
Nick Fury miscalculated the situation of this war.
The last brigade is not about world domination, nor is it about seeking profit.
They simply want a bright enough ending.
Killing Accardo was the most glorious result they knew.
All for destruction, for war itself.
Even the most sophisticated analysts in the world cannot imagine what these madmen are planning.
Beheading operations can't stop these madmen from killing.
