Dark Savages Come To the United States

"All three hundred and forty members of the Courland Swordsmen and Monastic Knights Association, welcome!"

"Karatokabanuye Knights, all one hundred and eighteen members, pay homage!"

"The Knights of San Stefano, the Tuscan Legion, all 257 members, pay homage!"

...

Several square teams of paladins in full gear were reporting loudly to the figure in front of them.

The white pointed hood, the obvious cross badge, and the eagle-beaked helmet and a series of outfits indicate the identities of these people.

This is the church armed from different regions.

"here we go!"

Anderson looked at the power belonging to the church not far away, and the figures of soldiers holding high flags and weapons spoke slowly.

Now his emotions are a little more complicated.

What can a transcendent do in this kind of war?

The church's armed forces hidden all over the world have assembled, and standing behind him are all members of the Thirteenth Section.

At this time, his former proud disciple was being hoisted by a helicopter on a podium in mid-air, shouting loudly:

"Kill all the heretics and monsters, that's what my teacher taught me..."

The new Archbishop Maxwell is mobilizing at the front.

Anderson frowned listening to Maxwell's words. He was feeling sorry for his former disciple.

【What can a church leader who does not understand mercy do? 】

Father Anderson thought suspiciously.

The church is the will of the Lord on earth, but it has become the weapon of the guy who holds power.

He will not shy away from fighting for his faith at all, but what is the point of launching a war for an unrighteous goal?

What Maxwell had told Father Anderson was definitely not all.

Father Anderson suspected that this was a collaboration between Maxwell and the Last Brigade for power.

What could be more convincing than preaching the Lord's gospel than saving the world?

Apparently his disciple had long since embarked on a path he would not allow.

"cut!"

Father Anderson gritted his teeth and clutched the cross on his chest.

Traces of exertion can also be seen on the hand holding the Bible.

The combat power present is not small. The church has gathered 3,000 fighters from all over the world.

Each of them is a soldier of the Lord, with the determination to dedicate everything to the faith.

They are not militia organizations like the Osiris Club, they are the church's regular army when fighting monsters!

Each of them has a combat power above the top special forces. In the battle with monsters, they are constantly consumed and replenished.

Each of the 3,000 people standing here has the ability to defeat a small group of monsters alone.

They are all the power that the church throws in this war.

Those real elite powers are still hidden in the snow, perhaps the church thinks that this power is enough to solve the problem.

It may also be that they don't have much confidence in Maxwell.

But Father Anderson believed that Maxwell had plans in his heart. After all, his ambition to become a "big man" would not allow him to allow himself to fail.

And all the news about the final brigade will be passed down after passing through Maxwell. This guy must know some secret information.

But Father Anderson was still a little uneasy.

"Father Anderson, the task of your Thirteenth Section is to monitor the Intergula of Hessing and keep an eye on their actions."

Maxwell took the microphone and arranged the task with a superior attitude, and the dissatisfaction in Father Anderson's heart became more and more intense.

It's just that at this moment, he still has some illusions. After all, Maxwell was his most proud disciple.

It's just that this tolerance is likely to turn into compassion to help him escape in the near future.

"Respect the order of the archbishop!"

Father Anderson accepted the order in a calm tone, which happened to be in line with his wishes.

The blood queen Nivi and the vampire Akado are now under the control of the Haixin organization. If there is a chance, Father Anderson would not mind taking care of these two monsters while monitoring them.

He was ready, and even the sacred flame on the palm of his hand pressing the Bible began to burn.

It's just that he doesn't even want to mention the name of his former disciple now.

Father Anderson is more aware of the true power of the church than Maxwell, and only calling for angels to descend is the real trump card.

Maxwell obviously didn't know this, or he knew it but didn't care.

But it didn't matter to Father Anderson.

"Why do I exist!?"

Father Anderson shouted with a low growl, he turned around and looked at his companions dressed as priests behind him, with his head slightly lowered.

These priest-dressed colleagues are incompatible with those paladins, because they are the thirteenth division of the "betrayer"!

"We are the 'betrayer'! Judas the 'betrayer'!"

The assembled priests responded neatly to Father Anderson's inquiry. Fanaticism was revealed in the flat tone.

For these priests, Father Anderson is the most conspicuous banner. They don't care how they are evaluated by other believers, just like Father Anderson never cares what other people call him.

"'Betrayer', what do you hold in your right hand?"

Father Anderson showed a mouthful of white teeth, and his voice became agitated as if to suppress his inner disapproval of Maxwell's actions.

For his colleagues in Section 13, Father Anderson is full of trust and pride.

"Dagger and Poison!"

The priests started to move forward in unison, and they were about to go to their own battlefield.

"'Betrayer' what are you holding in your left hand?"

Father Anderson watched his colleagues slowly walk past him, and continued to ask urgently.

"Thirty pieces of silver and straw rope!"

When the priests responded to Father Anderson's question, they all lowered their heads and spoke reverently.

Even the movements of clenching the cross on their chests are uniform.

"What are you 'betrayers'?"

Anderson did not wait for the answer this time, but chanted loudly with his colleagues:

"We apostles are not apostles, believers are not believers, believers are not believers, and traitors are not traitors.

I wait for only one thing! Only bend down to receive grace, only bend down to punish rebels!

Wielding a dagger in the dark, a death pawn who poisoned the dinner!

We wait for the Dead Apostles, the swarm of Dead Apostles! I'm waiting for the assassin Judas the Betrayer! When the time comes, throw thirty pieces of silver to the god, and hang yourself with a straw rope! "

Father Anderson turned around and walked between the ranks of priests, followed by his two disciples, heading to the front.

"Then we will go to hell together as a group! We only wish to fight against the seven, four, five thousand, nine hundred and twenty-six hungry ghosts in hell!"

There was a thunderous roar from the priest's team, and the rest of the paladins watched the priest of the thirteenth department go first without saying a word.

The short shout suppressed all the doubts in Father Anderson's heart. As long as there was an enemy in front of him, he would only think about one thing.

That is from what angle the bayonet pierced into the hand can solve the target faster.

It is mentioned in the Apocrypha "Messiah" that 7,459,260 hungry ghosts are the number of angels who followed the morning star angel and betrayed to hell.

They make up a third of all angels.

All the priests in the thirteenth department of the "betrayer" are only fighting against the enemies of God. What the Lord hates is exactly what they want to deal with.

The priests of the thirteenth department were all mobilized, and the remaining troops were waiting.

Waiting for the moment when the real scene of hell appears!

Maxwell is also waiting, waiting for the final brigade to arrive. He needs a catastrophe to establish the glory of the church.

Everything is waiting for the crazy actors to come on stage!

At the door of a church not far from the church, the angel Gabriel, who had disappeared for a long time, looked at them seriously.

He felt that his fate was about to come.

Gabriel spread his wings silently, and the wings that had been torn off by Bulkelso recovered inexplicably not long ago.

Even traces of azure blue light can be seen spreading from the tail ends of the wings.

Gabriel shook the blond hair on his head, looking a little lonely.

Everyone in the church is as pious as ever, but they who are walking on the path of injustice have become victims.

These people are not qualified to go to heaven.

God does not need expensive clothes, but human beings do.

God needs people's faith, but God's mercy.

This is the most sincere thought of the angel.

Those whom God loves are not the unrighteous thugs who step in His name, but the sufferers who remain pure in the face of all suffering and the fighters who fight against danger and never indulge in the pleasure of violence.

God is the hope of all redemption!

...

"The last brigade has begun to move!"

Steve broke open the door of Integra's office, holding the phone in his hand and directly stating the news he had received from Nick Fury.

He had just finished talking to Nick Fury, and that unscrupulous guy passed on the relevant information.

Compared with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the church, Haixin was undoubtedly a bit slow in receiving the news.

But there is still time now, even if the final brigade wants to reach London, it will take some time.

Nick Fury isn't calculating Helsing when it comes to human safety.

Behind Steve, Rumlow and Iker Casillas stood shoulder to shoulder, holding half-empty wine bottles in their hands.

Casillas was wobbly and looked out of shape.

Not long ago he was a mage, and he needed something to help him get used to his current status.

Matthew fumbled carefully with a mace, and the three barbarians who were here were ready to fight.

"Akado!"

Integula just glanced at Steve and called Akado directly. Now is not the time to greet Steve, and there is no need to ask the source of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Fight for you at any time, my master."

Akado's figure passed through the wall and stood in front of Integula, with a weird smile on his face, as if he was looking forward to this war.

Butler Walter moved his fingers a little, and a few silk threads slid past his body, and then he regained his composure.

The time that Walter the god of death has been waiting for is finally coming. He just needs to be decent, wait for the right time, and then fulfill his long-cherished wish.

"Liberate Blood River when you think it is necessary! Now you can move freely."

Integra snuffed out the cigar in his hand, and then spoke slowly.

Although the time was tight, it wasn't enough for Integula to give up his elegance. Speaking in a hurry would only make his image frizzy, other than that it was meaningless.

Although Britain was not fully prepared at this time, everything about this war had already been planned.

It is impossible to evacuate the residents. The city has a population of more than 8 million, and it is impossible to complete the evacuation during this time.

Now they can only be allowed to take refuge nearby. At least many facilities in London that can avoid attacks can still be used.

At this time, the important British official Paywood was sitting in the dispatching department, delivering news to various places. When the war breaks out, this is the core command transmission center.

The troops of M11 have also completed the defense line, just waiting for the enemy to show up.

Human beings will never stand still in the face of war! This is quite certain.

"As ordered."

Akado bowed and said with a smile, then squeezed his arm, raised his palm up to his eyes, and looked lightly at the few people at the door through his fingers.

His expression was a little mocking, but he still restrained his state and did not release that cold breath. Freeing yourself from the shackles in this place does not seem like a good option.

He was looking forward to a feast of fighting, but now even the hors d'oeuvres were not served.

So he is not in a hurry.

His standing body turned into a pool of blood, and then disappeared into the building.

Akado is going to a place with better scenery to wait for the banquet to start. The table of the ancestor of vampires is this land.

Both Matthew and Rumlow are the opponents he is looking forward to, and the death of the monster by the hands of humans is the most appropriate fate.

As long as they can meet each other on the battlefield, Akado feels that this result will inevitably come.

None of the human beings he valued had a good impression of him.

There is nothing better for him than this.

"What this vampire is after seems to be something you don't want to see?"

Rumlow said to Integra in a slightly drunken tone, there was no need to ask implicit questions at this time.

Apart from Integula and Walter, it was Rumlow who knew Akador the most.

After all, he was the only one going down to the basement to talk to that vampire these days.

Rumlow already had some speculations about the relationship between Akado and Integra, but he didn't intend to ask in this inopportune situation.

On Rumlow's seemingly drunken face, those eyes were very sober.

What he wanted was news about Hydra in the end, and the last brigade was the best target for intelligence.

The remnants of the Third Reich got ghosts, who would believe that they have no connection to Hydra?

I'm afraid they themselves won't believe this result.

As for Akado and Haixin, they were just pawns in the war just like him.

"Everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D., move freely, we've made a deal."

Integula had no intention of answering Rumlow's question, and directly bypassed the people at the door and took Walter away from the scene.

She is going to the headquarters now. Now that the war has begun, as the responding party, she should also appear where she is needed.

The existence of vampires with abnormal longevity has an extraordinary allure for those greedy guys.

And the final brigade has the power to directly create vampires regardless of the transformation conditions, which is simply terrible.

Integra couldn't watch Paywood manning the all-important multi-central control room alone, so she was going to that position now.

She had prepared for the worst, but out of trust in Akado, she was still optimistic about the victory of this battle.

It's just that I can't bear the possible sacrifice.

Silas is leading a mercenary army in another place, which is Haixin's reserve force, and will be sent to the battlefield when needed.

"Blade is gone, why don't you contact Luke and Jessica?"

Steve asked Rumlow behind him, and picked up the shield casually.

As a veteran who has retired from the battlefield, he knows very well how powerless an individual is in front of a group if his strength is not to a certain level.

So he is worrying about Luke and Jessica who have no news now.

Steve, who had experienced the power of barbarians, also felt that his worries might be unnecessary, but this was his habit.

Steve never abandoned his teammates, and simply asking was his subconscious habit.

The Blade Warrior had just left Heissing not long ago, and now that he has fully recovered from his injuries, he is coordinating forces at the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in London to face the upcoming battle.

Blade's combat effectiveness is not that outstanding when facing vampires, and it may be a better choice for him to lead the agents.

"The two of them have lost their date again, but they will probably be happy if they date on the battlefield."

Matthew swung the mace twice and said.

He didn't care much about Luke and Jessica.

If the enemy is just the kind of vampire soldiers they saw before, Luke and the others don't need to worry about their safety at all.

It's just that Matthew always felt that something was wrong with the current situation. After all, Bulkelso went straight back to the holy mountain after uttering that loud roar. The people present didn't know exactly what happened.

"Then let's go too, try to find the headquarters of the last brigade, and complete a beautiful beheading!"

Steve nodded when he heard the words, and walked out directly after speaking.

S.H.I.E.L.D. won't turn a blind eye in this war, and that's Steve's trust in that old shadowy Nick Fury.

As for the Blood Queen stranded in Haixin, she no longer needs to pay attention, she will take action.

Niwei had said long ago that she would take revenge on the last brigade and face death.

This is no longer worth worrying about.

After witnessing the existence of Bulkelso and Gu Yi, Niwei couldn't do any more boring things.

At this time, Hellboy appeared in St. Paul's Cathedral with Constantine and Damio.

According to BPRD's long-term investigation, King Arthur's last burial place is here.

For this reason, the staff of the entire BPRD even gave up the protection of important people in the UK, and went all out to investigate the news of the Sword in the Stone.

Even now, they are still trying to analyze other possible positions, for which the BPRD has even given up its role on the frontal battlefield.

Even the job of protecting key personnel has been entrusted to M11.

As a human force against monsters, M11 will not be easily defeated, at least it can be delayed until the arrival of support.

And now Hellboy and the others need to find the Sword in the Stone that accompanied King Arthur to the end in this place, and then complete the final blow to the Blood Queen.

However, on the innermost wall of the church, a tiny crack is emitting white light.

Constantine was standing in front of the crack and looking at it carefully.

His innate sense of danger is constantly reminding him that the big trouble he has always felt is inextricably linked with this crack.

Ever since Constantine returned to England, he has been feeling that ubiquitous sense of oppression, until he personally saw the crack in front of him, and his sense of crisis has reached its peak.

Even the whole body was trembling slightly.

The integrity of the soul has already affected his judgment, and he who was not afraid of this emotion will not be depressed because of the emotion of "fear".

But the ubiquitous sense of crisis made him not even in the mood to tell his usual cold jokes.

"Konstantin! What are you looking at?"

Hellboy patted Constantine's shoulder a little irritablely. The search for the Sword in the Stone had consumed a lot of his energy and time.

Every time the BPRD finds possible news, they rush to the scene non-stop, but all previous explorations have failed.

For this big guy with demon blood, this process is not easy.

St Paul's Cathedral was the most likely location in the findings.

"I'm looking at this crack, and the power on it is a little hard for me to understand."

Constantine frowned and passed the cigarette butt in his hand through the crack in front of his eyes. When he took it back, the burning cigarette had been extinguished.

The front end of the cigarette is as cold as it has been for a long time, the cigarette paper at the front end has turned yellow, while the end close to the hand is still white.

For Constantine, a guy who has experienced many storms, he can distinguish any form of power that exists.

But this time he saw something completely beyond comprehension.

So his face was very ugly.

The existence of the power of time is something that does not need to be disputed, but it is still very dangerous for Constantine to experience the power of time in person.

"Is this the time?"

Constantine said in a skeptical tone. At this time, he can only use time to explain what happened in front of him.

Then he took a piece of charcoal from his pocket and began drawing around the crack.

Although he didn't think he could solve the problem, it was better to try than to do nothing.

When he faced this crack, he could feel his scalp itching, and the oppressive feeling made him try hard to control his body to complete the exquisite drawing work this time.

"What time? We don't have much time!"

Hellboy leaned down and took a look at the crack, but he couldn't see anything clearly in the blinding light.

He vaguely saw a head with a... expression on the opposite side.

Hellboy had no time to tell what he had just seen when he was interrupted by Constantine.

"Don't get so close, no one knows what's on the other side!"

Constantine turned his head and glanced at Hellboy, and then saw a weird guy with a huge head in a black suit not far behind Hellboy.

At that moment, Constantine's hair stood on end. Facing that strange existence, the emotion of fear was unprecedentedly high.

"what is that!"

Constantine was very disturbed and exclaimed!

"what? What?"

Hellboy turned his head and glanced at Constantine, a little puzzled. He couldn't understand why Constantine, who had always been carefree, made such a sound like being trampled on his tail.

Hellboy's tail slapped the ground a little irritably.

"Have you ever seen the E.T alien? It's the guy with the head in a black suit! Right behind you!!"

Constantine reached out and shook the severed horns on Hellboy's head, causing Hellboy to turn his head completely.

That is to say, Hellboy did not deliberately resist Constantine's strength, otherwise Constantine, who was weak, would not be able to break Hellboy's neck that was as thick as his head.

"I'm X! This XX is even more terrifying than what you describe!"

Hellboy's eyes widened the moment he saw the monster, and then turned his head to look at Constantine.

Then he was lost.

"What, what? What are you holding on to my horn? If you like, I can saw off the horn next time and give it to you. Let me go now!"

Hellboy said with some dissatisfaction.

He knew that the devil's horns were a good spellcasting material for Constantine, a psychic, but he couldn't accept others holding the horns on his head.

With Hellboy's repeated question, Constantine's pupils dilated for a moment.

With this little bit of abnormality, he understood roughly what kind of power that weird monster possessed.

His analysis of weird abilities, who often dealt with demons and angels, was top-notch.

"This is it!"

Constantine struggled to break Hellboy's head again, and this time he even stood up to make Hellboy turn his head.

"I'm X! This is too outrageous!"

"Don't look back!"

Constantine yelled and exhausted all his strength to make Hellboy continue to look directly at the monster.

As long as it is out of sight, the memory of that monster will be lost.

Constantine understood this.

"Dude! What are you playing?"

Damio looked at the two people who were entangled with a headache.

He looked at Hellboy and Constantine's horrified and inexplicable eyes a little strangely, these two guys are not like joking at this time.

Although he was very reluctant to take any action with Constantine, M11 had no spare manpower to take over this job.

So he also followed Constantine's line of sight.

"E·T is real! I knew it!"

Damio exclaimed immediately.

Although he is always facing all kinds of monsters, this is the first time he has seen aliens.

Although he has always been skeptical, after all, demons and vampires exist, so the existence of aliens does not seem to be impossible.

Then he turned his head and roared at Constantine and Hellboy.

Even some traces of man-eating tigers appeared on his body.

The man-eating tiger is a cat, so he is really fried.

But the moment he turned his head, he forgot everything he had seen before.

The name of this monster is "Silence"!

Everyone can only remember everything about him when they see him, but as long as they look away, this guy will disappear directly from memory.

This seems to be some kind of rule, but no one has been able to figure out a solution until now.

"what to do!"

Hellboy had drawn out the pistol on his waist and pointed it at the silence.

On the other hand, Constantine widened his eyes and pressed down on Hellboy's arm forcefully.

He kind of had ideas other than launching an attack.

However, because of his actions, Hellboy turned his head again, and all memories of silence disappeared from Hellboy's mind again.

"What? Why did I pull out the gun!?"

Hellboy directly withdrew his arm from Constantine's hand, then looked at the special gun in his hand inexplicably, his tail slapped the ground uneasily.

Constantine witnessed the power of silence again, and then chose to stare at the silent monster.

Now that he understands the power of silence, the next thing is Constantine's best words.

"Who are you?"

Constantine asked urgently.

Silence, however, said nothing.

Silence is the same as his name, he can hardly speak, and he can't make any sound.

But when they speak, they can form a strange control, similar to hypnosis or bewitchment.

In order to avoid some bad situations, the silent people have learned to be silent.

His very existence is a secret.

Constantine stared at Ji Jing's black and huge eyes, waiting for an answer.

"boom!"

Damio on one side was not held by Constantine's arm. Facing an unknown threat, he shot immediately!

As a professional soldier, he will not let the enemy out of his sight several times like Hellboy.

So after blowing his hair, the moment he turned his head, he immediately remembered what happened before!

The moment Ji Jing raised his arm towards him, the gun in his hand fired directly.

The existence of silence can release an existence similar to electric current, which is enough to easily kill any ordinary life.

Damio's early shot allowed him to temporarily escape the curse of Constantine's teammates, which is worthy of congratulations.

"What did you do!?"

Constantine yelled loudly at Damio, but he turned his eyes away so he forgot about the silence too.

"What?"

Because of Constantine's shout, Demio also shifted his gaze, and he relaxed at the moment after the threat was resolved, so he turned his gaze subconsciously.

So now no one knows what just happened.

Now it was Demio's turn to look at the barrel of the gun that was still emitting green smoke in a daze.

"What did I just do?"

Damio was very puzzled holding the gun, but the people present had completely lost their memory of the silence.

"I mean, stay away from this crack, I'm trying to cover it up with magic."

Constantine shook his head. He always felt that something bad had happened before, but no matter how he thought about it, he found nothing.

So I can only focus on the crack in front of my eyes.

The subordinates also continued to draw the magic circle.

"Is the Sword in the Stone really in this place? No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you can hide anything in St. Paul's Cathedral."

Damio had some doubts about the BPRD's findings, and then focused his attention on the crack.

St. Paul's Cathedral is a well-known attraction, and if there is any hidden object inside, it is long overdue.

"You say that I am a descendant of King Arthur, right? Then the other side of this crack is the place where the sword in the stone is hidden. Just like in the comics, only qualified people can open the door of the sealed treasure? "

Hellboy stopped thinking about why he drew his gun, and put the special pistol back in the holster as he said.

He was pretty sure that the crack in front of him didn't exist in St. Paul's Cathedral before that.

"Stop reading comics, Anu! According to my experience, behind such treasures that require qualifications are big ambitious demons!"

Constantine sped up the speed of drawing the magic circle, and by the way belittled Hellboy's hobby of reading comics.

By the way, Hellboy's name was also called out.

"Then tell me where the sword in the stone is!"

Hellboy said with some dissatisfaction, he was not very interested in the name "Anu En Rama".

Constantine's actions were a little too cautious. Hellboy, whose brain was not much bigger than a walnut, was shaking violently, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"The legend of King Arthur is the field of occultism, and occultism must be treated with caution!"

The drawing of the magic circle in Constantine's hand was completed, and he roared loudly at Hellboy.

Then a tall figure with messy short blond hair came in outside St. Paul's Cathedral, holding a wooden sign in his hand.

The words "End of the World" are written in big characters on the wooden sign.

"I wonder if you can't find a professional to ask?"

It was Rorschach who was thrown in London by Bulkelso, and he had already asked Gu Yi about the blood queen before.

For this guy who is obsessed with truth and justice, Master Ancient One has no intention of hiding.

Because no one can say whether Rorschach will use his usual means to force the mages in the residence, those little mages don't have the power to go against Rorschach's will.

In order to save his apprentices from suffering, Master Gu Yi even told Luo Xia, a complete conspiracy theorist, the location of the Sword in the Stone not long ago.

"I hate the three words 'I Xun Si'!"

Constantine yelled angrily at Rorschach who just came over when he heard "I'm thinking", and then watched Rorschach condense the hammer of the ancestors and directly smashed the floor in the center of St. Paul's Cathedral .

"But, I don't hate you!"

Constantine kept his tone high, and then faltered.

Although he had never seen Rorschach, he was deeply impressed by the Ancestral Hammer skill.

Constantine felt that he would never forget the scene of Mammon and Satan being driven down by Bulkeso as a hammer handle.

What I can't forget together is the phrase "I am thinking".

"Hellboy, come here! The sword in the stone is right below."

Rorschach frowned and called Hellboy.

For this half-human, half-demon guy, he didn't like it, and even had some hostility.

But Master Gu Yi had already told him not to do anything to Hellboy, in order not to disturb the doomed ending about Niwei.

Rorschach pursues the truth, and after knowing the truth, he may be obsessed with making the truth public.

But he's not going to spread an incomplete "truth" to fool people.

So he was also waiting for that moment to come.

"Konstantin, you didn't tell us you had such a friend."

Damio whispered to Constantine.

Demio was in awe of the strength Rorschach had shown before, and it was unimaginable for a big cat to smash the floor.

"This is not my friend, but it doesn't matter."

Constantine urged Hellboy with a smile.

Now that there are barbarians here, he has confidence.

After all, Bulkelso had the thickest thighs he had ever known.

Then Constantine turned his head and started murmuring the spell, he wanted to complete the last step of the magic.

This time it wasn't magic from hell or heaven, but the power of a voodoo wizard.

witchcraft!

The upper limit of witchcraft is not low at all. There is still a guy who claims to be a doctor of voodoo on earth, and his attainments in witchcraft are even comparable to the ancient one before becoming the supreme mage.

Constantine took out all kinds of disgusting things from his pocket and stirred them in a jar. The stench was a bit unacceptable.

As he stirred, the jar began to emit a faint green light, as long as these things were poured on the magic circle in front of him, he could complete this witchcraft.

Two-way isolation, any existence whose mysterious measurement strength is lower than the level of the big devil will find it difficult to find the existence here.

This can be regarded as one of Constantine's techniques for pressing the bottom of the box.

Anyway, no one knows exactly how much inventory is under Constantine's "box", but if his "box" has a ready-made image, it may be pyramid-shaped.

Hellboy glanced at Rorschach with obvious repulsion, gave up the idea of ​​handing him a chocolate bar, and chose to take out a cigar with his hand in his pocket.

Originally, he still had a good impression of Rorschach, but now it's gone.

Damio stood not far behind Constantine, keeping a distance.

That's how he seeks safety, he's not a half-demon like Hellboy, his life isn't hard at all.

So staying away from Constantine a little bit is obviously a very good way to protect yourself.

"what are you waiting for?"

Rorschach said with some dissatisfaction, this time he did not wear his own mask, so the expression of dissatisfaction did not require others to guess from the changing mask pattern.

He came close to having the words "I'm upset" written all over his face.

"Okay, jump down?"

Hellboy jumped down with a cigar in his mouth, and saw the skeleton covered with spider silk and dust turned into ashes in an instant.

Directly opposite the seat of the skeleton, a sword stuck in a stone was placed in front of him.

Rorschach glanced at Constantine and Demio, and jumped down directly.

He has an uncanny obsession with "truth."

There are seven thousand words, I have not forgotten.

It turns out that today is already the 22nd, I said why today is particularly uncomfortable...

The 7,000-word update time may be tomorrow afternoon.

The curtain was completely opened, and the real enemies also began to appear.

Otherwise, Akado and the final team alone would not be enough to fight.

Silent debut, which means that Doctor Who is about to appear.

Where there is silence there is always a doctor.

And that guy with the... expression is the main enemy.

In addition to these two, there are also the consequences of Hellboy pulling out the sword in the stone.

How did "World Breaker" get its name...

Tomorrow, the content of this volume will enter its climax and end, and the final enemy of the next volume will be another batch of qualified guys.

The devil king of hell is about to be resurrected. Under the flames of war, which devil king of hell will be the first to recover?

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