"Mr. Luke! Do you need our help?"
Perwood asked from his seat facing the fighting place.
He had already made up his mind to die, and at this time there seemed to be nothing to fear or fear.
Just like a coward who would go to the most dangerous places for some lofty beliefs, not to mention whether this person would be frightened to death by the tragic elephant, but fear and dedication cannot be equated.
"You point your gun at this side. If I come back, shoot me immediately!"
Luke smashed a silent head and roared loudly.
Luke felt tired for the first time in a long time, and the mental effort consumed by the silent battle was very huge.
The time they fought was not short, and he almost understood the power of the group Silence.
Ji Jing's body is very weak, especially when compared with their attacks.
The lightning that was scattered casually just looked like lightning, but the real threat was that weird dissolving power.
Everything hit by the silence will be broken down into very fine dust as if cut by a water jet.
If Luke's defense hadn't been outstanding, he would have died the first time he suffered the Silent attack.
Even after resisting, cracks still appeared on his body. At this time, his skin was like cracked porcelain.
Blood was flowing out little by little along the cracks.
But this is not the most deadly, but as long as these monsters are not seen in sight, he will immediately lose the consciousness of fighting.
He who has forgotten all about the existence of silence cannot remain vigilant.
That short-term trance is the most dangerous point.
"Grab your weapon and prepare to shoot!"
Perwood gave the order directly, and took out his weapon at the same time, holding the detonator that had been placed on the table in his other hand.
Perwood doesn't know what the enemy is outside, but now he just needs to believe in Luke.
He knows that his abilities are mediocre, so he trusts the judgment of those who are more capable.
He can honestly say "Although I am incompetent, I am not despicable", so he will have no doubt about his partners!
Perwood was a noble man, and he was by no means incompetent.
It's just that compared to those professionals, his abilities are somewhat insufficient.
Perwood wouldn't ask Luke if he needed to get out of his way to shoot, just as Luke wouldn't say anything to him to retreat.
These two people got to know each other well in a short period of time, as if they had a tacit understanding that they should be friends.
While the battle between Luke and Silence continued, the battle between Accardo and Anderson also officially started!
Anderson's power needs no elaboration, and Accardo's power is equally astonishing.
Although he was still a monster that could be killed at this time, it was already a very difficult target.
As long as he sucks blood, he will still be the vampire king with countless lives. As long as he leaves a soul in the blood river, he will not die.
Killing the real body only makes Accardo's consciousness sleep, and the blood river will not disappear with his death.
At that time, it will just be a giant monster with millions of consciousnesses that starts to fight for the body and transforms into a more terrifying and crazy monster.
It's just that when that time comes, the aggregation of the blood river loses the possibility of being called powerful and becomes nothing to worry about.
The holy flame shining on Father Anderson opened a passage in the river of blood.
The holy flames burned dots in the blood river as the bayonets flew, and the screams of the souls who were stabbed were like curses.
Even if their souls were purified by the holy flame, they returned to their original appearance.
But after enjoying mutant immortality in Accardo's body, the souls of these guys began to twist.
Even though he regained some consciousness, he still spoke harshly to Anderson, who had saved them.
Anderson said nothing about this. His duty was to deal with monsters. Although he occasionally organized prayers and masses, he never listened to the distress of other believers except for the children he adopted.
To the outside world, he is just an executioner. Killing the enemy is the only truth!
The light that constantly flashes on Anderson's body is like a large light bulb in the blood river. Although he can easily defeat those souls, he still needs to face the attack of Accardo himself.
Although Accardo is sitting on the throne waiting for the challenger to arrive, adjusting the difficulty of the "game" has always been the prerogative of the "Devil King".
He held the long sword in his hand and swung it at Anderson casually, streaks of blood flowing along the blade, leaving serious injuries on Anderson's body.
Blood splashed, but Accardo's face remained solemn.
Anderson was his most admired enemy, regardless of whether he was strong or not. After all, after meeting the Supreme Mage and Bulcaisel, he knew that if he wanted to die, these two would be enough.
But if he had to choose, he would prefer to die in the hands of Father Anderson, and of course Wilt would do.
No matter what happens, Matthew and Rumlow will do.
From these people, Accardo saw the power of human will.
The power of the Vampire King is not completely at a disadvantage when faced with the holy flame from Imperius, and the ability to live and die does not constitute any restraint on courage.
Energy restraint has always been discussed on the basis of the same "weight", but now the two are not of equal weight.
Accardo's blood river had already far exceeded the number of the holy flames controlled by Anderson.
After all, the priest is not the second angel. He has had this power for a short time and has not yet accumulated enough.
Although courage can continue to generate holy flames, it is a daydream to explode.
As long as the two can attack each other, they can cause good damage, but Anderson still needs to face the soul of the blood river with no end in sight.
Even though the situation was very unfavorable, Anderson's figure was still advancing firmly.
The blood river turned into an army to protect Accardo, and Anderson continued to move towards his goal like Beowulf swimming alone across the sea.
Compared with those unbridled heroes, the perfect saint always lacks some humanity, and at this time, Anderson is moving towards the direction of the saint.
Put yourself completely into courage, and then turn the remaining emotions into the fuel of courage little by little.
He is a hero now. As long as he succeeds in dying before burning everything, he will be a hero.
"I think it's better to let me do it."
Maxwell laughed wildly and walked past his fellow disciples, holding the holy nail in his hand and stepping forward into the river of blood.
In just a blink of an eye, Maxwell's body was submerged by the Xu Xue River.
This guy took advantage of the last group and used this war as his own ladder to power.
Although his power was shattered with the end of the war, he undoubtedly lived a very fulfilling life.
Of course, a person with a goal will be fulfilled, and he is still striving for his goal.
But at this time, he wanted to change his way of life, such as dedicating himself to his teacher.
Perhaps Maxwell is the person who knows Father Anderson best in the world. Being active in power, he can clearly feel Father Anderson's disappointment in him.
We can also understand Father Anderson’s persistence.
Having lost his original goal, he plans to experience the feeling of a saint, starting from dedicating himself at this time!
Heinker, who was originally guarding Maxwell, pulled out his pistol and started firing rapidly. He had already completed the magazine replacement operation between his two hands.
Even though he only had a pistol in his hand, he still poured out firepower that was unmatched by a submachine gun.
Takagi Yumijie drew out the katana beside him, leaned forward and thrust forward quickly.
The two gave up on trying to stop Maxwell, as Accardo's terror was now truly revealed.
Anderson has the power to kill Accardo, but he cannot slaughter the entire Blood River by himself.
Heinkel has not had time to accept the transformation of Angel Dust. Although he has transcended the boundaries of mortals, he is far from powerful.
This is especially true for Yumi Takagi, but her superb swordsmanship gives her a powerful ability to rush forward.
The group of "samurai" is a bit strange, especially those samurai who are good at Iai. Their postures will look a bit strange.
It seems that the closer their bodies are to the ground, the more terrifying they can swing their swords.
So if one day you see a samurai crawling over from the ground, don't hesitate and just run away.
No one knows how powerful a samurai who can charge while lying on the ground is, but what is certain is that this kind of guy is definitely not a normal person.
It is worth exploring how terrifying a samurai who has no barrier to contact with the ground can unleash.
It can be seen from Takagi Yumie's posture that she is definitely a high-end samurai. The figure with her chest almost rubbing against the ground and the flash of swords from time to time allowed her to carve out a path to Maxwell in the blood river. .
The souls in the blood river, whether they were soldiers or civilians, were killed in the blink of an eye.
The power of the church began to attack, and Father Anderson entered an almost crazy fighting state.
"Accardo! I'm here to kill you!"
Anderson roared and broke through the first obstacle of the blood river, roaring at Accardo from a distance.
There were bloodstains all over his body, as well as some injuries caused by Accardo.
But he didn't care about these anymore, and even the blood flowing from his body turned half golden.
Perhaps Inprius would like this priest very much, because at this time he is transforming into the angels that can be seen everywhere in high-level heaven.
This is also the first person to become a subordinate of Imprius.
Most of the ordinary angels in the high-level heavens have blue light wings behind them, and those are angels influenced by Tyrael.
The commander of the armed forces of the High Heaven has always been the Archangel of Justice in name only.
As a pioneer, the Prius has always acted alone.
Whether it was opening a passage on the battlefield of the Battle of Yonghen or taking the rear, he always did it alone.
Courage does not require the support of a group, because the courage of a group sometimes turns into blindness.
So courage always acts alone.
At this time, Anderson was about to become the first subordinate of the Archangel of Courage.
Courage is never made conspicuous by the opinion of the group, nor is it ennobled by the power of the group.
Courage never exists without help from others.
Only when you are alone can you truly understand what courage is!
"Then come on, I've been looking forward to this day for a long time, whether it's you or Walter! Stand in front of me!"
Accardo's thick black hair danced as he spoke, like a spider spreading its stinging legs.
An emotion called satisfaction appeared on his face, but it was replaced by haze in the blink of an eye.
He wanted to die, wanted to die at the hands of a real human being.
It's just that he still worries and still retains a trace of humanity.
Millions of souls in the blood river are under his jurisdiction, and those lives have also imprinted their own traces on Accardo's body.
Regardless of whether his consciousness was still the same as before, he couldn't erase the other existences in the blood river.
Vampires are the integration of multiple lives, there is no excuse for this!
"Die!"
Maxwell's voice finally sounded, and the souls around him were swept away!
The holy relic had pierced into his heart, and circles of thorns started from his heart and spread towards the surrounding area.
Helena's holy nails transformed Maxwell into a divine monster.
The thorns not only turned into a crown, but also wrapped everything about this person.
As the somewhat eerie light began to spread, Maxwell's voice finally disappeared.
He was very conscious at this time, and even said that he had never been so conscious before.
But his body became a cage, sealing his soul in the body like the Iron Maiden, a torture device.
His soul was suffering from heart-wrenching pain all the time, but now he had time to reflect on his past.
About faith, right and wrong, good and evil, and his desire to become a master.
The Holy Nail of Helena was when Saint Helena was nailed to the cross and people questioned the existence of the "Lord".
Because of the Lord's protection, she still survived the torture.
It was only after those doubters finally believed in the "Lord" that the nun was called a saint.
The nail that hurt her became a precious relic.
This holy nail represents torture and suffering, and Maxwell is experiencing this pain.
"Only humans can kill monsters! Anderson, make my blood boil!
Pierce my heart with your hand and send me to eternal sleep!
Break my existence with your faith and tell me God so loves the world! "
Akkado raised the sword in his hand and roared loudly.
He dismissed Maxwell as a monster.
When facing a monster, he will never lose!
Monsters can't kill him because he is the scariest of monsters.
Only true humans can do this, and there will be no other being in the world who believes in humans more than him.
Accardo took a deep look at Walter, who was still sleeping, with some regret in his deep eyes.
Walter did not hesitate to join the ranks of the last brigade as a betrayer, but at this time it seems that he may not have the chance to achieve his life goals.
The identity of the betrayer made Accardo no longer have respect for Walter. The old man who said "aging is the romance of the British" is dead.
The one now was just a stranger who overlapped with the figure in his memory.
Even with the memory of fighting together, Walter was no longer his partner at this time.
Accardo was disappointed with Walter.
If it were the aging Walter, Accardo might also be willing to die on the thread that was no longer powerful, but it was different now.
He will fight all battles with all his strength, especially this one!
Anderson is now far more powerful than Van Helsing who killed him back then.
You must know that Van Helsing is the incarnation of the angel Gabriel, and Gabriel is competing with Mephisto's clone for control of Walter's body!
But even if Gabriel becomes human again, he won't be stronger than Anderson is now.
"Accardo!"
Anderson began to exhale hot breath at this time, and the holy flame completely enveloped his whole body. Even his invisible internal organs were filled with the holy flame.
The act of giving up fear in the face of the monster's aura is definitely called courage.
But courage never exists apart from the emotion of fear.
Only after overcoming fear and giving up timidity can courage show its power.
Anderson's internal organs were wrapped in the holy flame, and his blood was filled with the burning holy flame. A pair of golden wings of light clearly opened behind him, directly evaporating the surrounding blood river!
Beings with only courage never seem to be able to think rationally. There is no justice as a restriction around Anderson, and there is no hope as a guide.
Thinking will breed more fear, and passionate courage will appear more noble after thinking!
At this time, Anderson had only one thought, and that was to rush forward and completely eliminate Accardo!
"Roar~"
The monster transformed by Maxwell also attacked in the direction of Accardo, but it also attacked Anderson equally in its actions.
The overwhelming thorns began to spread, turning into a huge cage and wrapping everything around it.
But he carefully avoided Walter who was not far away.
The church's true trump card is comparable to the existence of descending angels, and they are still afraid of angels.
There is the aura of an angel over there. This monster is afraid of its master, so it retreats from Gabriel's presence.
But when facing Anderson, the monster didn't seem to recognize Anderson's beliefs.
In other words, this ghost monster's thorny brain has no way of judging the situation.
This thing was born a little early, before the Prius came to this world.
A monster that is called holy is still a monster, it is just controlled by the "holy" party.
A monster is a monster after all, and it has nothing to do with where it stands.
