Accardo's body turned into a pitch-black color like asphalt in an instant, and the eyes that kept appearing on his body opened one by one, making everyone present shudder.
Bubbles and blinking eyes bring about psychological discomfort and even physical nausea.
The shadow on the ground also changed with his body. A dark vicious dog emerged from the shadow and drooled at Luke Valentine. Its ferocious and jagged white teeth were like saw teeth.
distortion.
Even the drool from the vicious dog's mouth immediately emitted an unbearable stench.
"Weird! Monster!"
Luke Valentine's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Accardo with wide eyes.
When this artificial vampire faced the true form of the Vampire King, he was immediately destroyed by the strong pressure.
Standing in the crowd, I felt very uncomfortable, and my body was clearly trembling.
"A monster? It turns out you are also the unfashionable kind!"
Accardo looked at Luke Valentine who was completely losing his temper in front of him, with a look of disappointment and anger, as if he had been fooled.
All his expectations turned into wishful jokes in the face of Luke Valentine's collapse!
"The Third Reich should have been destroyed, and Hydra is just a remnant."
Steve was wary of Accardo and Luke Valentine in front of him, and pressed Blade's trembling shoulders.
His eyes were fixed on the ghoul soldiers who had been dismembered and still had consciousness.
The shield in his hand was placed in front of him, ready to fight at any time.
"My body is starting to tremble!"
Rumlow clutched the giant hammer in his hand and looked at Accardo who was in madness. He was also ready to fight. This terrifying cold atmosphere made him clearly feel the warmth brought by anger.
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With trembling hands, he took out a bottle of vodka, bit off the cap and poured it into his mouth. The broken glass shards pierced his mouth, but he swallowed it along with the broken glass shards, mixed with wine and blood.
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"I can't stand this atmosphere anymore, the anger is rising!"
Luke's teeth gritted loudly, and the tip of the war blade in his hand was already pointing at Accardo.
Akado's aura brings too much pressure.
The few people present no longer thought about how to defeat and kill Accardo. They were still far away from this level.
"Xia!"
With the weapon in hand, Matthew charged directly towards Luke Valentine.
He was the most sober among the barbarians present, and he was the only one who was not completely engulfed by the fear aura emitted by Accardo, because he had already been exposed to Accardo once, and even if the pressure was greater now, he could barely bear it.
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But at this time, he still needs a hearty battle!
Getting rid of those enemies is the best choice.
Killing enemies won't completely turn them against Helsing, although that's not a good option either.
In the blink of an eye, the ax and mace had passed through Luke Valentine's body. As Matthew lifted it up vigorously, the artificial vampire split into two parts.
The upper body began to spray blood in mid-air.
Because Jessica had already appeared behind Luke Valentine, a punch inherited from Orak had already split the vampire's waist.
The ax slashed across with traces of blood, and the splash of blood brought with it a strange beauty.
Rumlow smashed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, and the blood and wine everywhere were mixed together.
He held the giant hammer in both hands and walked up towards the remaining ghoul soldiers. The hammer head cut through the carpet and made a harsh sound on the ground!
"Everyone from SHIELD, please don't interfere in our battle!"
Butler Walter stared at Rumlow walking towards him with a twisted face, and the silk thread in his hand pulled out a metal mesh in front of him as a threat.
SHIELD's intervention will damage Helsing's honor, and Walter is doing what he thinks is right.
"Old housekeeper, we are very upset by the crimes committed by those guys. Wouldn't it be better to get rid of those guys as soon as possible now?"
Luke's eyes were fixed on Accardo, and the painful sound of millions of lives intertwined made it difficult for him to restrain his anger.
Among the people present, Luke was perhaps the one who had the hardest time accepting aliens, especially Accardo, the vampire king, who despised life, blasphemed life, and played with the breath of life, which made all the muscles in his body begin to tremble.
Even though he was talking to Walter, his angry eyes were still staring at Accardo.
"That's my prey! Boy!"
Accardo's tone was full of discernible dissatisfaction, and his red eyes opened wider.
His body turned into a shadow in an instant, and the evil beast directly swallowed Luke Valentine's body.
"Accardo!"
Integra called Accardo's name for the second time, his tone harsh.
Following this cry, Accardo's body reconstituted itself next to the ghouls, and the wide-open red eyes began to close one by one.
He turned around slowly and lowered his proud head towards Integra.
Integra is the shackles Accardo gave himself. No one can limit Accardo's consciousness except himself.
And now he handed over the reins that tied him to Integra, a twenty-three-year-old girl who was special to him.
The dignitaries behind Integuera said nothing about the conflict before them.
Compared to Accardo, the vampire, they have more trust in the humans of SHIELD.
But the positions of Helsing and SHIELD are obviously different.
At this time, their arrogance allowed them to maintain their dignity, even though their legs began to tremble under Accardo's momentum.
"My master."
"What would you do when faced with an enemy?"
"As you wish."
Accardo did not even look at the other people present, and his figure disappeared. The ghouls around him were instantly submerged in the blood that filled the passage. The torrent of blood began to pour from this layer. Now,
Continue until everything is washed away.
"Captain America, it seems that we can't cooperate well, so now tell us what SHIELD means."
Integra took out a cigarette and pressed his slender palm.
There are calluses on the palms of the hands from long-term shooting, and the palms are also covered with traces of practicing swordsmanship.
Walter put away the silk thread in his hand, saluted with a calm face, and then walked behind Integra.
Rumlow and the others also put away their weapons and watched all this happen quietly.
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Hellboy is working with the hunters of the Osiris Club. He received a mission from his father to help these guys hunt down the giant monsters.
But on a small bridge, he was betrayed.
If there was anything that hurt him more than a knife stabbed in the back, it was only a knife stabbed in the back by someone close to him!
If three giant monsters hadn't suddenly burst into the battlefield and killed all the hunters, Hellboy would have become history.
After a bloody battle, he killed three giant monsters, but was seriously injured and fell into a coma.
Before he fell into unconsciousness, he saw a somewhat familiar figure walking up to him.
When he woke up, he found that he was sleeping in a cramped room. Not far away, a complicated-looking man was lighting a cigarette and looking at him.
"John Constantine?"
"It's me, I'm considering whether to kill you directly."
Constantine's face no longer looked as morbidly thin as before, and after his soul was replenished, he was much healthier than before.
"What's going on? Why is everyone trying to kill me?"
Hellboy sat up straight and took a cigarette from the table next to Constantine without any politeness.
There were pieces of cigarettes scattered on the table next to Constantine, and the tobacco was completely dry.
"Why don't you smoke a cigar?"
Hellboy raised his eyes and looked at Constantine. The cigarette was a bit too small for his body size, and the thick smoke of the cigar could meet his needs. He asked Constantine unceremoniously, in exchange for a blank look.
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"To be honest, I'm also considering whether to trade you with those guys for a hefty reward. You know, they don't want you alive. As long as they take your head with them, I won't have to work for income for the rest of my life.
, even a picture of you dead."
Constantine put out the cigarette butt in his hand, picked up the shotgun on the table and pointed it at Hellboy.
"St. Angel's blood, plus the archbishop's blessing, I think it should be enough to kill you."
Constantine watched angrily as Hellboy took his lighter and lit the cigarette.
The heavy bullet in this gun was drawn from Angel's blood before he lost his strength, and he commissioned someone else to do the blessing. In the end, only such a powerful bullet was produced.
He didn't know the lethality of this bullet against demons, but if he wanted to kill Hellboy, it would definitely be enough.
"Tell me, what do you plan to get from me?"
Hellboy smokes the cigarette down to the butt in one breath. Even the cigar can be finished in a short time. To him, the cigarette is just a consumable item.
His strong body also has powerful internal organs.
The front end of the cigarette butt was still hung with a slight flame after the whole tobacco was burned out, and then he stubbed it out with his right hand using a stone.
"I want to know what you can give me if you become king, or whether you will save my soul from the clutches of hell."
Constantine threw the shotgun aside.
Hellboy's identity is no longer a secret in the circle of British psychics. Especially after the news that Blood Queen Neve's head was stolen, everyone focused on Hellboy.
Anu n Rama!
The name of Hellboy, a direct blood descendant of the legendary King Arthur.
Only he can pick up the sword in the stone and become the undisputed king of England.
But this is also a conspiracy from hell.
Hellboy who picked up the sword in the stone will also forcibly open the passage to hell in England. "Destroyer of Worlds" is Hellboy's title in hell. This title is louder than "Son of Hell".
"Buzz buzz~"
The sound of helicopters came through from outside, and Constantine's small apartment was directly surrounded.
With a bang!, the poor door of this room was kicked open by heavily armed soldiers.
Just like the "FBI" warning posture, Constantine directly raised his hands and watched the person pointing the gun at Hellboy.
"Shit!"
Hellboy waved his hand and knocked the soldier down to the ground, and then looked at the old man who walked in at the door.
"Dad?"
"Hey, son! Why are you so angry?"
It was Professor Bloom who came. As the leader of B.P.R.D., this old man was also one of the first ordinary people in the free country to devote himself to fighting the supernatural.
"I don't understand why you can't knock and come in?"
"Er smash, we didn't find you after cleaning up the disgusting scenes you and the troll left. You have to know that I even thought about the worst outcome. Thank God, you're okay!"
"Well, I think one hundred thousand pounds is an appropriate compensation amount."
Constantine pointed to the door that was kicked open and said.
Well, after Constantine's soul is completely replenished, although he will hesitate when doing many things, such as whether to kill Hellboy.
In other words, his cowardice breeds more kindness and hesitation.
But he is still as arrogant as ever.
As Constantine interrupted, the conversation between father and son fell silent for a moment.
Originally, Hellboy planned to ask his father why he appeared on that island to kill him.
"John Constantine, a long-respected name."
Professor Bloom greeted Constantine as if he breathed a long sigh of relief.
"I don't think that would be a good reputation."
"Okay, do you know what hurts more than being stabbed in the back?"
Hellboy questioned his father like a rebellious child, waving his arms uneasily.
"I think I probably stabbed him in the back."
Constantine interrupted Hellboy's questioning again, and then said to Professor Bloom:
"If 100,000 pounds is too expensive, why not 50,000 pounds? You have to know that this big red-skinned monster's head is enough to keep me from having to struggle for a living for the rest of my life. Oh my god! Can you imagine when you save the world?"
What’s it like to have to find a way to fill your stomach afterwards? That’s worse than being stabbed in the back!”
"Okay, Constantine! You've never saved the world!"
Professor Bloom was a little angry. Facing a famous guy like Constantine, it was difficult for him to face it calmly.
In other words, there is no one who can face Constantine calmly. Even demons and angels cannot do this.
"No, I have saved you, but you don't know it."
Constantine took out the heavy bullet from the shotgun on the side and put it into his coat pocket, and then spoke leisurely.
"Okay, Constantine, please keep quiet for now. Now I want to introduce someone to Hellboy."
Professor Bloom had no intention of arguing with Constantine on this topic. He waved to the door, and after waiting for a while, a soldier walked in.
"Captain Ben Daimio, M11 Special Forces Commander."
Professor Bloom stretched out his palm and said to Captain Demio:
"Demio, this is my son, Hellboy, you know."
"M11? I thought they disbanded after the war."
Hellboy looked at Captain Daimio and said.
"I thought our goal was to kill the devil, not to be with the devil."
Captain Daimio confronts Hellboy unceremoniously.
"I think Scarface is right. It seems you are the leader of these soldiers, right? Xin Hui Xin Hui!"
Constantine immediately stood up and came forward, then grabbed Demio's hand and began to release the Immortal Grip.
"Well, can you help me with the compensation issue? This is not difficult at all for a secretive force like you."
"Sir, please let go of my hand first. Compensation is not a problem."
Demeo was a little flustered by Constantine's enthusiasm. He was a soldier, not a politician, and he was not good at dealing with civilians.
He forcefully pulled his hands from Constantine's hands and made a promise of compensation.
"So, when will the compensation of one hundred thousand, no, one hundred and fifty thousand pounds arrive? I don't have a bank account, so I want cash. Of course it's not because cash can avoid tax."
Constantine said with a doggy smile, completely ignoring whether his behavior of sitting on the floor and raising prices was appropriate.
But he won't be ashamed of it, and maybe he will laugh out loud.
"I have to say, you promised him, Scarface. By the way, have you looked in the mirror recently?"
Hellboy spoke with a rare sense of schadenfreude.
"Do you think it's funny?"
"Perhaps, my psychological interventionist said that I rely on my sense of humor to integrate into the circle of normal people."
Hellboy was a little concerned about Demio's "demon" call, and he, who was not big-hearted in the first place, chose to retort.
"Hmm? Integrating into normal people? Then I can only wish you good luck."
Daimio said with a polite fake smile on his face.
"Well, sir, since the issue of compensation still needs further discussion, you have to act together with us now."
Demeo's approach is obviously to give Constantine something good to comfort him, so that he will know that "blackmail" is a mistake.
"You will regret this!"
Hellboy muttered quietly.
"What?"
Captain Daimio didn't hear it very clearly, but his intuition told him that it was not a good thing.
"Of course, no problem. By the way, my name is John, John Constantine. You can call me whatever you want."
Constantine said with a mean smile on his face. He had been thinking about how to get into this team.
His sense of justice cannot allow him to back down in front of huge dangers. There is no dispute that he is a hero, he is just not that decent.
"Okay, then...Cons what? Constantine!"
The scars on Daimio's face were distorted. As the commander of M11 who was against monsters, even if he had never met Constantine, he must have heard of his name.
"I wish us a happy cooperation. Of course, the remuneration will be calculated separately."
Constantine took out a newly written business card and stuffed it into Demio's pocket. Because it was newly written, the business card was still flat.
"I'm glad to see you chatting well. Although this is Britain, this is a joint operation."
Professor Bloom took the lead in leaving the hut and walking outside, and the remaining people also came out together. Before Constantine went out, he looked at his door, as if he was considering whether he should replace it with a metal security door.
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That kind of door may be able to block the "FBI" warning. He is a guy who is easily visited to check the water meter.
"Come on, I can knock all the teeth out of the Osiris Club guys by myself."
Hellboy waved the stone with his right hand and said.
"No, this is much more serious than you think. St. Sebastian's Church was attacked, and even Father Anderson didn't stop those guys from stealing anything."
B.P.R.D., as a department to deal with supernatural incidents, has a close relationship with the church.
So I know the news in this regard in more detail.
"One of Neve's boxes, I foresaw it."
Constantine patted Hellboy's tall shoulder and said.
"What?"
Hellboy was a little confused.
"Vivian Neve! Also known as the Blood Queen. A restless witch in the fifteenth century. Among all her abilities, the plague almost destroyed Britain, and this time it may have been the whole world."
Constantine still explained with a smile, but his body was shaking slightly.
As a necromancer, he knew very well how powerful the legendary Blood Queen was.
"King Arthur himself slew the demon, cut her apart with the King's Sword and put her in a box and hid her in various places."
When Captain Demio interjected, he glared at Constantine fiercely. He felt a little embarrassed when he saw Constantine's smile.
"The Osiris Club discovered one a long time ago and made her part of the collection."
Professor Bloom is making the final summary.
"Okay, then let's go and repay the Osiris Club for what they have done, and then find the box and find the person who wants to glue her up. It's awesome."
After Hellboy finished speaking, he dug into his father's pocket, pulled out a chocolate bar, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth, making a clicking sound. It sounded like the chocolate bar was of excellent quality.
"Once you find the box, you go back to your cage!"
Captain Demio said with an angry tone, and then walked directly into the elevator.
He didn't like Hellboy, but the reason for his anger was that he actually asked Constantine to join the team.
"My cage?"
Hellboy pressed the elevator door and shouted at Demio:
"I'm going to specifically ask you to clean the sawdust out of my shit basin, can't wait for you to smell the devil's shit! Man!"
"Okay, you guys go directly to the Osiris Club. I'm going back to the base to find the whereabouts of the other boxes."
Professor Bloom patted Hellboy's arm and said:
"Er, there are your new toys and things you like in the car, but remember to exercise restraint. Neither sweets nor tobacco are good for you."
Professor Bloom moved his head closer to Hellboy, and Hellboy lowered his head obediently and put his ear close to his father.
"Also, stay away from Constantine. Although that guy is very capable, you know that none of his teammates will end well."
After whispering, Professor Bloom directly entered the elevator on the other side and waved goodbye.
This chapter has been completed!