London is crying, London is burning, and the burning London is purgatory coming to the world, just like the end of the Bible, the divine punishment for heresy, and the slaughter of the invaders again, the crazy swan song from the remnants.

Falling, dying, getting up, pounced on those who were close to him, opening his already alienated teeth in a look of disbelief and despair to bite through their throats.

Raise your gun, laugh wildly, get excited, then slaughter, look at the beautiful works that are constantly painted with blood, and finally the soldiers of the brigade have a lot of enjoyment on their faces.

Scene after scene, played out in London, millions of people killed, the capital? No, it's the capital of death, the capital of death that needs to be purified!

The sound of the propellers of the transport planes and helicopters turning neatly, and the appearance of hundreds of them flying in unison was extremely spectacular, attracting the eyes of the survivors, the soldiers of the last brigade, who did not have time to despair or enjoy.

The scorching white light shone in the sky, transforming into an angel, like a messenger of God, spreading faith and bringing salvation.

Seeing this scene, the believers subconsciously drew a cross and couldn't help but pray for it, and their hearts were full of hope, hoping that God would save the believers who belonged to him.

And at this time, from the loudspeaker of the megaphone, the voice of Archbishop Maxwell was almost shouting, "I am the substitute of the Angel of Death on earth!" And now, in the name of God, is the time of judgment... The defendant is British, the defendant is a monster, and the death sentence is sent! Death penalty!! ”

As if tasting the pinnacle of power, the madness of human nature distorted to a certain extent, ignoring the consternation on the faces of the believers, Maxwell was laughing, laughing at their stupidity, laughing at his absolute power.

The helicopter was slowly descending, looking down at the flames and smoke of the dead capital from above, and the desperate faces along the way made him smile more and more satisfied, "I am sorry for this, dear sinners, but sins are unforgivable, so die like withered flowers, fly like butterflies, and die like bees." ”

Abrupt, but fitting laughter resounded in the sky above the dead capital, everyone was looking at him, watching his performance, there was hatred, but there was also appreciation.

"Good, good, that boy, I never thought of him as a sleeping lion, but at this moment, he has this qualification..."

At some point, climbing atop the airship, looking down on the dead capital, risking the possibility of falling to pieces at any moment, the Major stood on it, his sensible and crazy eyes behind his glasses, looking at where Maxwell was, full of admiration.

He likes 'kind' and hates 'kind', so the best thing to do is war, originally it was a war between him and Hellsing and Accardo, but now Maxwell has the initial qualifications to enter the game.

Leading 3,000 elite knights of the Vatican into the capital of the dead to start a war with himself and the British, he is full of courage!

Just as the Major sighed, Dr. Gunder hurriedly climbed to the top of the airship, "Major... Major, it's too dangerous here, please go back to command..."

When the major heard this, he smiled faintly and replied, "Doctor, is that 'thing' ready?" ”

Dr. Gunder was stunned for a moment, and after immediately reacting to what the major said, he nodded slowly, "Although it is dangerous, the operation was carried out according to your instructions, but the current state is not very stable." ”

The Major waved his hand, "That's enough, he's perfect, isn't he?" ”

Hearing this, Dr. Gunder smiled knowingly, "Indeed, he is the perfect material. ”

The major slowly turned around, looked down from the sky, and slowly raised his hand, "Attention! All the team members are equipped with ultraviolet devices, abandon the current action, and assemble! ”

The moment they received the major's order, all the soldiers put on their masks and headed in one direction.

However, this does not include Thorin's team, which obviously means that the Major has given up on her, or that she may be dead by now.

Halesin Estate.

Not far from the manor, a crashed airship burned, billowing smoke, and dozens of charred corpses were on display, but many were still alive.

It's just that at the moment, their situation is not good, and they are even suffering casualties all the time.

Can't humans fight vampires? Absolutely. As long as it's not the level of Accardo and Edwin, it's just that these vampires transformed by the ** remnants can also die under bullets and bombs.

Bernadotte is very smart, as early as he joined Hellsing, he set a lot of traps outside the manor, which will not be triggered under normal conditions, unless there is an enemy attack, and the weapons and equipment also equipped in the manor are also used to guard the manor, and the arrival of Thorin also makes them and them useful.

Advancing too slowly, with the bombs and the firepower of Silas on the top floor, Thorin finally came to a range of less than 30 meters from the manor at a great cost.

Seeing this, Thorin had a smile on his face, and finally when she waited for this moment, her ability could also come in handy, maybe this ability seemed a bit weak to use in battle, but it should be enough to deal with the humans in the manor and that Silas.

Stretching out her hand, a thin slit appeared in her right hand, and slowly opened like an eyelid, and a green pupil appeared in the eyeball, and invisible energy spread.

Everyone who saw Thorin had a look of fear on their faces at this moment, because Thorin was getting bigger, and he was getting bigger and bigger, as if he were a giant.

"How is this possible..."

"Are we going to fight a monster like this..."

The cigarette in his mouth fell unconsciously, his face twitched, and his frightened expression were neat, even when he stopped attacking.

So, this opportunity was finally seized by the vampire soldiers who touched the vicinity of the manor, infiltrated the manor equipped with firepower, and launched a massacre.

Looking at the images of vampire soldier killings taking place in various areas from the monitoring room, Bernadotte couldn't help but slam his right hand on the steel console, letting this unbearable pain torture, he wanted to bite his mouth to bleed, "Damn, after all, let them get their hands on it... No way! We can't sit still, and we can't let them sacrifice anymore! ”

As soon as the words fell, he grabbed the submachine gun in his hand, kicked out the monitoring room and ran towards the corridor.

These were his companions who were born and died, and even though he put himself in danger, he could not have done it by any means to watch them die.

Silas also chose to do so, even if her ceasefire would cause more vampire soldiers to infiltrate, she would not be able to remain indifferent to the sacrifice of her comrades who defended the manor.

Overall situation? Inexistent. Is it kind? That's true. But the same is stupidity.

But there is no way, if not, she would not be Silas, the Silas who is liked, but makes people laugh and cry, and hates iron but not steel.

By the time Bernadotte moved into the manor to resist Thorin's attack, there were less than ten men on their side. You know, when they first arrived, there were more than 100 of them, but now...

"Let's go, captain, this place can't be defended anymore, so why bother..."

One of the mercenaries who survived looked frightened, even if he was a veteran who had been born and died on the battlefield before, the belief in his heart at this moment couldn't help but waver, his will was qualified, but he didn't want this way that wasn't even death, but was far more terrible than death.

Huo Ran turned his head and looked at the familiar and slightly chubby face, Bernadotte said coldly, "This is our job!" From the very beginning, after taking this money, no one can quit the task until the moment of death, have you forgotten? Or have I not reminded you all along? ”

The embarrassment was written on that slightly chubby face, and the wry smile could not find the words of persuasion, because it was true. From the very beginning they were mentally prepared. When a mercenary is like this, so is he taking on a mission, and it is the same when he comes here.

sighed, with a hint of helplessness on his chubby face, but said with a smile, "There's really no way, let's die..."

"I'm sorry, everybody..."Bernadotte said apology, but his face was unapologetic, he was serious, "See you in hell!" ”

At this moment, the door of the room, which had been almost unguardable, was blasted open, and Thorin, who was holding the scythe, looked at them with a cruel smile, "The rat should die clean." ”

"Although I know that I am not a long-lived life," Bernadotte slowly lit a cigarette, "but I don't want to die at your hands either!" ”

The next moment, without warning, the submachine gun raised his hands, and the blessed bullets fired wildly.

Da Da ...

Screaming through the bodies of the vampire soldiers, Thorin was absent from them.

Bernadotte's rear also sounded a scream, Huo Ran turned around, but what he saw was the slightly chubby head that flew up with a smile, and the scenes of the past flashed in his mind, the picture of life and death, but he saw his left hand swing suddenly, pointing backwards, and when he was about to pull the trigger, blood burst out!

A severed hand that didn't have time to pull the trigger fell down!

"Bye-bye, rat..."

Big Ben.

Nearly two hours had passed since Edwin stood here, and he watched London go from flowers to ruins, and the vibrant city to death.

Even though the heart fluctuates several times, it is forcibly suppressed after all, and then the heart is like water.

Is it time to congratulate him on being one step closer to the highest level of cold-blooded ruthlessness? But that's exactly how it should be, isn't it?

He's not a hero to save the world, and he's not fit to be a hero, and if he's a major, he's not going to do it that way, but he's going to be extreme.

But extreme does not mean losing the blindness of reason, attacking London with only 1,000 people or even less, and at the same time affecting the power of the whole world, sacrificing for so many years, with fewer and fewer cards in his hand, just relying on these, how can he defeat the monster of Accardo?

Is it right to sacrifice one's men in such a wanton manner?

Edwin thought for a moment, and then didn't bother to ask the Major, for he seemed to have guessed something.

Fifty years of layout, can it be so simple? Now at the cost of a million blood sacrifices, there must be a deeper intention in this.

It's all about dealing with Accardo!

Simply, this guy is getting closer and closer, and he will soon be able to confirm his previous conjecture.

Just when Edwin was looking forward to it, a familiar and unfamiliar aura from Hellsing Manor grew stronger over time.

At first, he was stunned, but then a complicated expression appeared on his face, and the chicks finally foraged for food, but the price was painful, risking the risk of breaking their wings, and spreading their wings in an unwilling cry.

Halesin Estate.

Holding the stunned Sorrin's bloody skull, Silas's scarlet eyes gleamed with sadness.

After all, she still can't save everyone, after all, it's still a step too late, if she had done this realization before this, she has obviously mastered the power that can save all this, but why hesitate?

It should have been abandoned, but because of his own paranoia, he deceived himself, how ridiculous.

Slowly leaning against the wall, Silas closed his eyes, and what he saw was the tragic death of his companions, just like the childhood pictures that made him fearful, he had to face it after all, but it was too late to understand.

But what's the use of self-pity? What's the use of staying here? There's still something to do, right there, right here in London.

Not long ago, Captain Bernadotte's words came to mind, causing Silas to slowly open his eyes, "Yes, I still have things to do, a lot of things!" ”

As soon as the words fell, she kicked her right foot, and her whole person turned into a crimson streamer and shuttled through the sky, heading towards London.

Somewhere in London that had been cleared by Section 13, Antgula was surrounded by priests who had ruled heresy, making it impossible to move an inch.

Although she did try and succeed in grasping some initiative, and even persuaded Anderson to send him back to the estate, with the arrival of Maxwell, the initiative was transferred to Anderson and them.

On the surface, she was calm, but on the inside, she was extremely anxious, smoking silently, and now it was a dead end, an almost unsolvable dead end.

The fog has fallen, and in the end, the brigade is raging, and even the elite knights of the Vatican have come, and now she is the only one left, how can she solve the current situation?

And where is Edwin, this mysterious, innate vampire with no information, at this moment? Are you watching the fall of the fog?

At this moment, a red light descended from the sky, forcing all the priests around Intergula to disperse, and then guarding him.

Seeing the sudden change, the priests took out their weapons one after another, but were stopped by Anderson, who looked coldly at the true face of the red light guarding Intgula's side, and said slowly, "It's finally become a terrible existence, Silas Victoria." ”

"Yes, Father Anderson, I'm not going to let you slaughter again." Silas smiled faintly, ignoring the expression on Anderson's face, turned his head slightly to Intergula and asked, "Miss Intergula, is it okay?" ”

Seeing Silas appear in such a posture, Intergula was silent for a moment, took a deep breath of smoke, "You sucked blood, Silas..."

Silas' expression darkened, "Yes..."

Intergula didn't ask too much, just whispered, "Thank you..."

Silas was stunned, then nodded heavily.

Some things, not needed, observe, and then tacitly agree, and that's enough.

Like, what everyone was looking forward to, that man, who was returned by all eyes, sailed from the Atlantic Ocean into the Thames with a dead aircraft carrier...