The gray ripples in the sky, and the pollution caused by the industrial revolution in the last century seems to still linger in the country's capital.
It also represents that this country's international status is now almost declining.
Under the setting sun, smoke and dust rippled, and people walking on the streets began to bustle, like countless ants day after day.
It happened to be the time of getting off work, and the tide of the crowd seemed particularly bloated at this time in the remote island country, which is known as the 'time of encountering the devil'.
Hidden among the crowd are not only ordinary people of all kinds, but also many aliens who regard humans as food.
And in the darkness, there are also beings fighting against these aliens, and that is the Royal Knights of the Kingdom who protect this country!
Also called 'hellsing'!
...
A manor located in the suburbs of London is also the headquarters of Hellsing. It belongs to the fiefdom of the Hellsing family and is where their family lives.
It's a pity that in Hellsing's generation, only Integra Van Bronk Wingates Hirsing, the only orphan left in the head of the Hellsing family, is left.
But today, the Integra Lord, who was usually slovenly but neatly dressed, showed a rare slovenly attitude.
Because she had not been able to sleep for the past few days, and even had no time to wash up, she was completely out of her usual state.
"There are actually more and more of these scum!"
"Can anyone tell me when London became a mecca for these dark aliens?"
"Did your deeds, Accardo, infect them?"
After crushing the cigarette butt in her hand, Integra's eyes flashed with irritation and self-mockery, and then she looked at the tall figure wearing a blood-red coat, standing quietly in front of her.
"Go, kill all the bastards you see, and then come back with their information."
"Accardo!"
The terrifying aura continued to spread on the tall figure's forehead. After receiving the clear instructions, a crazy smile appeared on his pale face.
"As you command, my master!"
Then a shadow faded away, and Accardo had disappeared into the manor.
On the other side, the old man with a crane skin who had been listening quietly to the conversation between the two, acting like a gentleman, but with an inexplicable look on his face, suddenly spoke.
"Lord Integra, you should already know who the other party is."
"Why not mobilize the power to capture all their hidden forces, but let Accardo deal with the small characters on the table?"
Walter C. Denis, once one of Hellsing's aces and nicknamed 'The God of Death', has now become the butler of the Hellsing family. His aging face is completely inconsistent with Accardo's still strong and mature appearance.
It also makes people unaware that Walter actually met Accardo a long time ago.
“Because what’s under the countertop needs to be dealt with, and what’s above the countertop has to be dealt with as well.”
"Walter, you should know that the Royal National Knights protect not only the country, but also the queen and the people under her rule!"
"Letting those bastards wreak havoc and invading people's lives is in itself a dereliction of duty on our part..."
Glancing at Walter, Integra stood up and stretched.
"It's been so long. I'm going to take a shower and deal with my problems before I deal with other things."
That is, when she stood up, the dense red circles on the map that represented various parts of London and the writing next to them explained what the head of hellsing was busy with these days.
The occurrence of one attack after another seemed to her to be connected.
It's just that Integra hasn't found that connection yet, but even if the data is included one by one, many patterns will soon appear!
She can't rest until she finds the key thing...
Seeing Integra preparing to take a bath and relax, Walter naturally withdrew.
However, just around the corner of the manor, a figure in red clothes seemed to be waiting for him. After stopping, Walter looked at Accardo, he was confused.
Because generally speaking, Accardo would not come specifically to find him.
"Walter, oh."
"Are you really willing to grow old like this?"
Accardo looked at the guy who had fought alongside him, with a familiar mocking and unruly smile on his lips.
Just when Walter was about to say that classic sentence, he was rudely interrupted.
"Don't talk nonsense about aging being a British pleasure and enjoying it."
"Walter, I can see that your heart is restless. You are eager to fight and die!"
I saw Accardo throw out a bottle of red wine.
It fell into Walter's hands, making him look at Accardo with some confusion.
"Try it and see, I can guarantee that its effect will definitely surprise you!"
"In addition, I can also guarantee that your body will never undergo any inhuman changes!"
As if he remembered something, there was a hint of hazy unpredictability in Accardo's voice.
"That's..."
"Even I get nervous!"
After throwing its collection to Walter, Accardo truly left the manor this time without any regrets. Now with Walter and the policewoman who was his descendant at Hellsing's headquarters, there was no need to consider safety.
The next step is to look at his killing efficiency.
'Turn the tiger away from the mountain? '
'I really want to see what you will think after seeing a god of death in his heyday! '
He sneered, as if he had seen something interesting, and bursts of wanton laughter came from Accardo's mouth, and then completely dissipated in the gradually swaying sunset!
...
In the meticulous room, Walter looked over and over at the wine bottle in his hand. He wanted to see what was different about this red wine, but the facts told him that there was no difference at all in this red wine.
In addition to the unrecognizable logo and text, both the appearance and the taste revealed in the cork represent that it is just a bottle of red wine.
But he also believed in Accardo very much. He knew that with that guy's pride, he would never deceive himself about this kind of thing.
'So... let's try it? '
A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but it soon turned into determination.
I saw a steel wire passing through the cork, and then I pulled it out gently, and a wonderful aroma began to spread in the room.
Just smelling the aroma of the wine, Walter noticed that his body and even his skin seemed to become more youthful and lively.
"This wine?!"
"What's the origin?"
Walter could not contain his surprise and let out a cry of surprise.
Then he began to lose control of himself. He poured the wine into the glass and started tasting it. This might be something that could change his life!
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