Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Father Anderson, do you need our help? At least it will allow you to easily cross the barrier of the river of blood."

The major's words were full of malice, and they wouldn't help as they said they would.

Everything about this fat man was displayed in the eyes of several people present through this small screen.

The mechanical body with the human skin removed is enough to move ordinary people.

In other words, the last brigade has lost the ability to provide combat power, and there is not much strength in the entire last brigade, but their combat goals are still one step away from being achieved.

Even if he still has the strength for the last battle, he can't invest in this place.

This sentence was just to disgust Father Anderson.

Anderson won't be cooperating with the last team guys either.

Perhaps Maxwell could accept this help with peace of mind, because this man never cared about his own means of doing things, he just simply wanted to be a master.

If he can get help, he has always been indifferent to things like position.

Even this war was a tacit understanding formed between him and the final brigade, and this guy's name was definitely on the list of contributors.

But now the man in charge is Father Anderson, who never tolerated villains.

"dream!"

Father Anderson spat out these two words in a solemn voice, and walked out facing the blood river.

His steps were firm and fearless, as if the battle was nothing more than an invitation to afternoon tea.

The person chosen by courage will never be afraid of anything, and he has been looking forward to the battle with Akado for a long time.

"If you, who haven't been able to meet Integra, die, is there anything I can convey?"

Father Anderson said with his eyes closed, and Anderson didn't mind paying his respects to Integula, a respectable lady.

But he didn't mention Silas's name. Akado understood what Anderson meant, and Silas was not on the list he could let go.

If Akado died, then Silas's end would be death.

"When I am dying, I will let you convey it on my behalf. Now let's focus on the present."

Akado, who maintained his image as the Duke of Piercing, did not talk about sex, and his eyes always showed unresolved sadness.

Sitting on the corpse throne, he rested his hands on the end of the long sword, and his neat stubble made him look very heroic.

"I hope we can meet again in the future, Father Anderson."

"Tell me about Hydra!"

The major closed his smile, and the giant hammer in Rumlow's hand on the other end of the TV had already hit the table in front of the major following the questioning.

That's the end of this brief communication.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Beheading Squad has finally reached their destination, and it looks like there's nothing left of the final brigade to stop them.

Combatants have been put into the battlefield at the beginning, and the only ones left are some technicians.

In other words, they are just scumbags who chose to abandon their motherland and identity for the sake of "longevity".

"We are the only ones left now, Akado."

Father Anderson raised the bayonet and drew a cross image in front of him, bursts of flames were burning on his body.

At this time, Anderson finally opened his eyes wide, and his expression changed into the ferocious fanaticism in the battle.

"The monster just die honestly! Amen!"

With a loud roar, Father Anderson's body flashed a flash of fire in mid-air, piercing into the souls in the blood river like a bayonet.

His figure moved quickly, rushing into the encirclement of the blood river in a blink of an eye.

In those remaining souls, besides the ordinary people who died of the plague, they could also see Akado’s subordinates, the soldiers who died during World War II, and those paladins who were killed when they attacked Akado.

The strength of these guys is not the same. The strong one can entangle with an existence like Steve, while the weak one is like a walking dead, and can only slowly reach out and scratch.

Among the souls that still exist now, the proportion of strong people has also been greatly increased, and Anderson's breakthrough is not easy.

Father Anderson roared with unknown meaning, approaching Akado's position.

The bayonet in his hand splashed blood in the river of blood, and Father Anderson finally had no time to avoid the blood.

The priest's clothes on his body were stained with blood, but he didn't look embarrassed, but rather tragic.

One of the paladin Heinkel Wolf and the nun Takagi Yumie drew out a pistol, and the other drew out a long knife from his waist, and the two stopped Maxwell behind them.

They watched Father Anderson's performance quietly.

Since Anderson doesn't want Maxwell to turn into a monster, it seems okay to wait a little longer.

As the humans who knew Father Anderson best, they didn't think that their teacher would have problems in a battle of this level.

Now it is enough for them to watch over Maxwell.

Maxwell was waiting for his chance to devote himself. As long as Father Anderson needed help, whether he wanted to or not, Maxwell would pierce the holy nail into his heart.

The flames shining in mid-air were swimming in the river of blood, and the gleaming bayonet no longer cared whether it was piercing or chopping.

The bayonet in the middle harvested the souls of the dead like a sickle, and the souls of the dead were burned little by little as if purified by the holy flame, and then returned to their original appearance to be relieved.

The figure of Father Anderson unswervingly pushed in the direction of Akado.

This road will not be easy, but no matter who these two people are, they will not fall easily.

Not far away, the azure blue and holy light and the dark light flashed alternately on Walter's body who was standing in place.

The battle between Gabriel and Mephisto's clone is also going on, and it seems that the two are still on par, but it is not known when this weird balance will be broken.

The power gained by Mephisto's avatar has been consumed in constant battles, and the next step is to see how much Angel Gabriel plans to pay to win this victory.

And in the downed airship, all the remaining forces of the last brigade were fighting with Steve and his party.

The moment Steve entered the command room, the werewolf captain stepped on the shield, and his whole body flew backwards like a cannonball.

Rumlow and Matthew launched a charge from left to right and directly stopped the powerful werewolf captain.

Casillas slammed into the arms of Lieutenant Lieutenant Lieutenant Van Winkle, squeezing the perverted vampire woman against the wall.