The red figure jumped in mid-air, jumping over the wide Thames River to the square where it converged, appearing in front of everyone.

I have to say that this appearance is indeed eye-catching, whether it is Anderson or the captain who jumped from the airship, they all slowly walked in front of him, and the three of them were the same height, theoretically the same monster existed at this moment.

It's like the oil painting called the Gun Forest, where everyone gathers under the Gun Forest, waiting for the final winner.

Where is Edwin still on Big Ben at this time? The moment Accardo appeared, he left where he had been waiting for six hours, because the target had already appeared, and there was no need for him to wait any longer.

Suddenly, Accardo, who had not changed color in the enemy line with a smile on his face, suddenly shouted, "My master, Intergula van Bronk Weings Helsin, give the order!" ”

At this moment, Intergula, who had been neglected, said slowly, "My servant, Accardo, I order you to dye the black-clothed legions to vermilion with silver guns, and dye the white-clothed legions to vermilion with black-iron guns, and kill the enemy when you see it, and kill the enemy when you see it!" Let's return as a multitude!! ”

High-pitched voices rang out over London, and the tragic city ushered in dusk, and there was silence under the blood moon.

Exhaling slowly, Accardo chants softly, "My name is the Bird of Hermes..."

The moment this chant appeared, everyone felt creepy, and the source of this uneasiness was Accardo's body.

Anderson shouted, and shot several swords at the undodging Accardo.

As if as a signal, both vampire soldiers and the Knights attacked Accardo, to vent or get rid of the uneasiness.

Under such a dense covering attack, Accardo was beaten into something like blood, but even so, he was still not dead.

"Eat my own wings, to control my heart..."

In an instant, red plasma erupted and spread in all directions at a torrential speed, engulfing the living, corpses, and buildings until it covered half of London.

The mutation had not stopped, and in the blood plasma, figures appeared, wailing with faces like dead men, and among them, several of them seemed to be military figures, which made people who were familiar with or knew their history stunned.

"Battle pot flag... The Ganisari Legion..."

"The army of the Principality of Wallachia... No way! Could it be that this guy even has his own subordinates, soldiers, and people..."

A puff of smoke slowly puffed out, and Intergula said lightly, "Blood is the currency of the soul, and being sucked blood also means the transaction of life, this is the true face of the vampire Accardo, presumably you should be very clear now, right?" Silas..."

Silas nodded slowly, having sucked Bernadotte's blood, she naturally knew what this scene was in front of her.

"It's death! The River of Death..."Looking at the huge rivers scattered and gathered, countless figures, 100,000? Million? Or maybe it was tens of thousands, the Major's face showed extreme excitement, he had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

Death again, but this time it is the slaughtering party transformed into the slaughtered party, cause and effect reversal, life and death cycle.

Looking at the ravages of the River of Death, Edwin showed a strange look, the setting of vampires in this world is closer to the real, even real and terrifying, what is immortality? What is Invincible? He has no origin in his own perception of himself, but the existence of Accardo answers what is called invincibility and what is called immortality.

Because he has millions of lives, if you want to kill him, you can only kill him millions of times, and he can't kill anything, he can't die at all.

However, now that the opportunity to kill Accardo has appeared, it is as if he had sent out all his soldiers, and the lord of the empty city alone would be reduced to ashes if he killed him.

Looking at Accardo, who was dressed in ancient armor and had a beard, Edwin couldn't help but chuckle, "I can't believe that you guy is the legendary Dracula... But then again, all this time, you don't seem to have any intention of hiding, after all, the name Accardo, pronounced backwards, is your name, but, who would have thought? ”

He didn't fight Accardo in the first place, because there was always a first-come-first-come, first-come, and Anderson had been waiting for a long time, and he was about to go crazy when he waited for this moment.

"Heinkel, Yumie, take the others and leave, Maxwell is already crazy, and this place will also become a dead dragon, save the last bit of strength for the 13th Branch..."

Hearing Anderson's parting words, Heinkel and Yumie changed color, but no matter how much they dissuaded him, they still couldn't get him to turn back.

Maxwell on the transport helicopter has retreated at this moment, watching the knights under his command fall one by one, his face is distorted, and his hatred for Accardo is incomparable, and now this situation has far exceeded expectations, even if he returns to the Vatican alive, he may not be able to escape the guilt of poor command, after all, these are the elite troops of the Vatican.

Just as Maxwell was in trouble, a smoothbore bullet struck the propeller of the transport helicopter in an irregular arc, and the non-functioning helicopter fell, but he was spared by the sturdy special glass, and the dead who were controlled by Accardo could not get close to him.

Maxwell, who confirmed his safety, had a smile on his face that had survived the catastrophe, but the smile didn't last long, only to see a sword plunged straight into the glass, half of the sword body was submerged, and the tip of the sword was in front of his face.

Looking at this sword, how could Maxwell not recognize it? Disbelief, fear, the face began to distort, "Anderson!!" ”

The glass shattered, the dead lifted Maxwell up, the Wallachian Death Knight pierced his body with a spear, and before dying, he begged for Anderson's answer, but received no answer.

'Father, in the future I will be a great man, I will make everyone submit, I will stand in the highest position...'

The face of Maxwell, who died in front of him, coincided with the immature face of many years ago, and Anderson sighed, "Fool, hopeless fool, because he didn't want to cry anymore, he chose this path, and finally let his stupid ambition swallow him, Maxwell..."

Slowly closing Maxwell's wide eyes, he slowly got up, "Goodbye, Maxwell, may you cry again, the borders of hell will be goodbye..."

Boom boom...

A series of swords stabbed into the skull of the deceased, connected by a chain, the trigger on the hilt of the sword was pulled as the chain was stretched, sending out a series of explosions.

Anderson kept moving forward until he was in front of Accardo from the pile of dead, and what about his broken wrist? What if there's only a little bit of flesh attached to it? He bit his severed arm, looked at Accardo who was close at hand, and shouted, "Come on, attack it!" Let me finish this battle, Harry! harry！ ”

Looking at Anderson like this, Accardo was deeply shocked, "Sure enough, human beings are the best, like 100 years ago, like 400 years ago, come on, Anderson, bury me!" ”

It's a gun, it's a sword, and it's as if it's back to the time when the two of them first fought, with Anderson covered in bruises on one side and Accardo, who has a weapon that can destroy regeneration, and the result is almost self-evident.

Even when he was dying, Anderson never forgot to get up from the ground.

Seeing this scene, Accardo slowly raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at Anderson's head, "It's over, Anderson..."

Anderson was silent, still getting up on his own.

The sound of a gentle pull on the trigger sounded, and just as the bullet that was about to be pushed away began to warm up, a gunshot was one step ahead, and the bullet hit the jackal in Accardo's hand with precision.

Bang!

The impact did not deflect the gun in his hand, but it deflected the bullet that had been shot into Anderson's head to other places, and Accardo looked and saw that everyone in the 13th Division was not far away, and the dead man he controlled was advancing in this direction.

Anderson didn't know where he got the strength at the moment, and shouted angrily at them, "Fool! Didn't I let you go? ”

"If we leave like this, then our 13 subjects will never be able to raise their heads!" Heinkel said in a deep voice.

"There was never a thought of leaving you alone!" Yumi said decisively.

Anderson was silent, looking at this group of children raised by himself, his eyes changed from reluctance to firmness, "Then, stand behind me!" What is our name? ”

"Our name is Judas, Judas of the Betrayal!"

"What is our mission?"

"We are God's agents on earth, the executors of God's punishment!"

With the help of 13 branches, Anderson was invincible, and while sacrificing, he once again rushed in front of Accardo, but this time, he did not choose to attack directly, but took out a box wrapped in cloth from his arms, "There is not only one person who has the weapon of victory, Accardo..."

Accardo smiled faintly, "So that's your trump card?" ”

Anderson was silent, put the box upside down in his hand, and slowly exerted force, but saw that the shattering began to extend.

As it shattered, the ominous, uncomfortable aura made the smile on Accardo's face disappear, and he slowly frowned, but when the box shattered completely, revealing one of the spikes, his face became very ugly, "Nails? The Shroud, the Holy Grail, the spear of Longinus, the last relic that disappeared from Rome..."

"Yes."

"The remnant fragrance of miracles, Helena's holy nails..."

"Yes!!" With a cry of determination, Anderson, who was holding the nail, raised his hand to plunge the nail into his heart.

"Stop!! Anderson! Are you going to abandon your soul and become a monster? Become a monster of God? An eternal vessel with the power of God?! Do you want to be like me? Is the same shit, a monster that denies God or identifies with God? Does using that wreck of miracles mean that you too want to be the wreckage of miracles? You and I, our battle drives us to the end of hell. A monster like me, a weak monster who abandons his human identity, and you will try to destroy everything about yourself! Accardo's expression became almost pleading, only after experiencing it will you know the pain of turning from a human into a monster, eternal life, immortality, this is not luck, but loneliness, "Stop, human, don't be a monster like me..."

Anderson looked at him, maintaining the posture of lifting the nail, and smiled faintly, "I am just a sword, a sword carried by divine punishment, I would like to be born to be a storm, I want to be born to be a danger, I want to be born to be destruction!" I wish I could be born without blood or tears, but with a merciless storm, if she could make it happen... So be it! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he stabbed Helena's holy nail into his heart.

Knock knock... Knock knock...

The heart did not stop beating because of the pierced nail, and at this moment, the wounds on Anderson's body began to heal, even the arm that was almost broken began to heal, and the thorny vines like life began to spread on the holy nail.

Looking at this scene, Accardo was unprecedentedly angry and gritted his teeth, "You... You..."

He walked up to Anderson step by step and raised his gun suddenly, "Hopeless fool! ”

Airplanes!

The sword slashed across the hand that hadn't pulled the trigger and his head, but just as it was about to fall, the trigger pulled and shattered Anderson's head.

Blood spurted out of the heads of both men at the same time, but the blood had life and did not disperse.

Accardo's blood is life, but Anderson's blood is thorns...

"Thorns..."Yumie looked frightened, this was not the Anderson she was familiar with.

"Anderson, what have you become?" Heinkel asked in a muttered voice.

Accardo, who was in the midst of a reborn skull, said coldly, "He is no longer human, and he can only die if he chisels his heart!" ”

Edwin, who watched this scene from a distance, was not surprised, and it was not surprising that with Anderson's determination to destroy Accardo, he turned himself into a monster.

After all, if you want to surpass monsters, you have to become monsters.

The battle between two immortals, it is not surprising who the victorious side is.

Anderson, with his indestructible thorns, was overwhelmingly dominant at this moment, and when he stabbed his sword into Accardo's skull, it seemed as if it all meant that it was coming to an end, the dead were burning, and the river of death was burning.

Edwin, who was watching this scene, had a very strange expression on his face, did Accardo die like this? This Dracula, the strongest vampire in the legend, died like this?

It's too simple, it's unbelievably simple, but the truth is right in front of you.

It's just that...

Is what you see really the truth?

A meaningful smile appeared on Edwin's face, Anderson was leaving, and he was going to play.