Chapter 880: Don’t let him go, give me a harder blow!
"How about you just kill him."
Seeing the strange scene in front of him, Integra frowned tightly.
At this moment, Yang Valentine was so miserable that he almost lost his human form. Only a bloody torso and head were left. As for his limbs, they were constantly being eaten by zombies... Now there is no trace at all.
However, this is not the end.
Because Fang Mo was holding a small glass bowl filled with minced garlic.
"Minced garlic, pour in hot holy water, and use a TE mill to grind out silver powder with 100% purity!"
Fang Mo stepped on the opponent's chest with one foot and began to tilt the bowl in his hand with a smile: "Now I am going to violently pour this noble soul juice on your humble face... Vampire! Aren't you afraid?
Garlic? Then I want you to feel this ultimate insult!"
“Bah!!!”
Although the ingredients are somewhat abstract, this liquid has quite an astonishing effect on vampires.
I saw Yang Valentin's head begin to melt, bubble, and then quickly regenerate. His whole body was experiencing almost extreme pain. He could no longer even speak and could only twitch his body instinctively.
, like a dying silverfish.
"..."
Even the policewoman couldn't bear to look at this cruel scene and subconsciously turned away.
"Cufufur."
Acat smiled nonchalantly: "You actually enjoy doing such boring things as dog abuse. It seems that you still hold a grudge."
"Okay, that's enough!"
Integura obviously couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed forward and grabbed Fang Mo's arm: "Kill him quickly, or let me interrogate him normally... Don't do this kind of meaningless thing."
Tortured!"
"I have already interrogated him."
Fang Mo threw the small bowl at Yang Valentine's face casually, then crushed it with his foot and said.
"When did you do the trial?"
Integuera couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you torture him the whole time?"
"I'm helping him climb the ladder." Fang Mo said with a smile on his face: "You may not believe it, but I am the Super King of King Jing..."
"Can you stop talking nonsense?"
Integra interrupted Fang Mo's nonsense, took a deep breath and said with an extremely serious expression: "I really need the other party's accurate information now. The other people from the round table meeting will be here soon. I'm begging you.
OK?"
"Oh, that's okay."
Seeing the other party's sincere attitude, Fang Mo stopped playing: "They are millennium people, the same group of lunatics who were defeated decades ago."
"……What did you say?"
As soon as these words came out, not only Integura, but also Akat couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Of course, the policewoman next to him was even more shocked: "Those... lunatics?! But, but
Uncle Bao, didn’t they perish decades ago?”
"Wait a moment."
At the critical moment, Integra's mind was relatively calm: "Although I really want to believe you, I still want to ask, how did you... obtain this information?"
"Do you know how zombies are born?"
However, after hearing this, Fang Mo suddenly asked this question for no reason.
"ha?"
Integra was a little puzzled when he heard this, and subconsciously glanced at Akat next to him: "Maybe it was bitten by other zombies? Or is it that the body needs to be buried in a place with a strong negative energy?"
"neither."
Fang Mo shook his head and said: "To be precise, it's resentment. Zombies are monsters born from the resentment of heaven and earth."
"So what are you trying to say?"
Integra asked.
"The reason why I tortured him was actually to inspire the purest resentment in his heart." Fang Mo pointed seriously at Yang Valentine on the ground and began to rant: "Through this resentment, I can corrode and sense
His thoughts...that's how I obtained the information."
"Is that so?"
After hearing Fang Mo's explanation, Integra nodded subconsciously.
She didn't doubt anything, because Akat also had a similar ability. After devouring the enemy, he could take the enemy's life as his own, and memory was also considered a part of life.
So as long as Akaat absorbs all the blood of a person, he can take away the other person's memory.
"You go on."
After thinking about this, Integra nodded and said, "I'm listening. Please be as detailed as possible and don't miss any information about them."
"They were the last remnant of the group that was defeated back then."
Fang Mo recalled the plot and said: "It seems that they claimed to be the last brigade. Because they were defeated that year, they turned their attention from technology to mystery, trying to create an invincible army composed of undead creatures, and then realize their goals
The Millennium Empire...that is, the Millennium Ambition.”
"The last... brigade?"
Integra kept repeating the name, frowning.
"Yes, they claim to be the people who have inherited the orthodoxy." Fang Mo laughed directly when he heard this: "Ah, but with all due respect, they are just a group of pure war lunatics. How much do they know..."
"You don't seem to have a jealous character."
Integra glanced at Fang Mo strangely: "Does it mean... that he has a grudge against these guys?"
"It's not like we have any grudges, it's just a matter of stance."
Fang Mo shrugged: "This group of war lunatics are hopeless. They will do whatever it takes to start a war, so if they are destroyed, they will be destroyed. If anyone can listen to what people say, then I will go find them and have fun."
After playing with it, let them appreciate 202...well, the future scene."
"ha?"
"That's it anyway."
Fang Mo did not explain anything in detail, but just waved his hand and said: "The last brigade left a deep impression on me, but if I encounter it, I still have to shoot it to death. After all, I still hate forgetting the original intention...
"
"The last group?"
Before Fang Mo could finish speaking, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from not far away. Everyone looked up and found that it was Walter, the butler covered in blood, walking slowly over.
"Walter? You..."
A trace of worry flashed in Integra's eyes.
"It's okay, miss."
Walter smiled and wiped the blood on his face: "These are the blood of the enemy. Although I am old, I am not so old that I can't even deal with this garbage..."
"Yeah?"
Hearing this, Integra also breathed a sigh of relief.
"But if I remember correctly, those remnants were wiped out by us decades ago, right?"
And at this moment, Walter also wiped the blood and said: "At that time, Acat and I searched very carefully. There should be nothing left behind..."
"Who knows."
Acat smiled noncommittally: "Maybe another army inherited their research."
"So...do you have any other information?"
After pondering for a long time, Integra looked up at Fang Mo again: "Where is their base camp? What is their purpose? Who is the mastermind behind it?"
"They don't have a clear base camp, but it seems that their specific power is concentrated in South America."
Fang Mo recalled the plot and briefly explained some information: "The mastermind behind the scenes is a man named Major. I don't know his specific name. He is one of the members of the Guards back then. As for their purpose, it is also very simple.
Get rid of the Hellsing Agency and Acat...and have endless war fun."
Fang Mo was indeed right about this information.
As explained before, the plot line of Hell Song is very short.
From the time when King of Vampires Akart went on a mission, met the policewoman, to launching the final battle in London at the turn of the millennium, this period did not even last a month.
And in the original work.
Millennium actually doesn't have many high-end combat capabilities.
If I have to say it, the Valentine brothers who have come to die now count as two... There is also a gambler Tubal Cain, the magic bullet shooter Lieber Van Winkle, the illusionist Thorin, the werewolf captain, and Schrödinger
warrant officer.
In addition to the above.
There will be no one to beat in the entire millennium.
At most, there is a PhD in scientific research, and the Major, who is a pure war lunatic.
In the originally short plot line, these high-end combat forces were sent out one after another to die. Of course, the major did this to implement his own plan.
The first is the Valentine brothers.
The two unlucky guys were simply testing the strength of Hellsing's organization.
After that, if Fang Mo remembered correctly, the enemy should have lured Acat to South America and let him go on a killing spree under the stimulation of Tubal Cain. Millennium would then use this to formally declare war with Britain.
Later, the magic bullet shooter Lieber Van Winkle occupied the British battleship. Because the ordinary army was helpless, Integra had no choice but to send Acat to kill the opponent, but at the same time, he also fell into the major's plan, and the vampire could not cross
Due to the flowing water, Acat was unable to return to his London headquarters in time, and Millennium took advantage of this to launch a general offensive.
After that comes the chapter of the decisive battle in London.
After killing all the opponent's subordinates, Akart made a mistake and was interfered with by Schrödinger's ability. He was unable to observe himself and disappeared into the three-dimensional world.
Although the major is dead.
But in a sense he also won.
This man was indeed a lunatic, and even risked his own life to enjoy the fun of war. Although he died in the end, he did greet his death with a smile and contentment. It is not an exaggeration to say that he won.
In short, Hellsing is about this story.
"South America, Major..."
After hearing what Fang Mo said, Integra also frowned and pondered, seeming to be considering the accuracy of the intelligence source...or perhaps thinking about the next countermeasures.
"Emperor Escape."
Out of boredom, Fang Mo continued to torture Yang Valentine on the ground: "The art of stripping away the nine tribes."
The invisible spiritual ripples turned into illusions, deeply implanted in the other party's mind, and began to torture the other party from the spiritual world, like an infinite Tsukuyomi, first fabricating true happiness, and then ruthlessly annihilating the nine tribes.
, which greatly stimulated Yang Valentine, who was already taking in less air and letting out more air, and struggled desperately again.
Even the cracked throat emitted a hoarse sound like an old bellows.
"No, why are you still torturing him?" Integra was a little upset by the noise, and couldn't help but said: "You can't kill him..."
It's a pity that I haven't finished speaking yet.
Suddenly there was a burst of dense footsteps in the fog in the distance.
"Um?"
Hearing this sound, everyone present subconsciously raised their heads and looked not far away. As a result, with just such a glance, the expressions of Integra, the policewoman, and Walter immediately changed: "This... this is..."
"yes……"
Integra's face suddenly turned extremely ugly: "It's them..."
Yes, these staggering figures at this moment are none other than the guards who were killed by the ghoul troops before, as well as the workers of the engineering team.
At this moment, they were walking towards the crowd hesitantly and slowly. Their bodies were eaten and mutilated. There were two lines of blood and tears slowly dripping from the corners of their eyes. They looked like victims who were in pain and unable to escape. There was also something in their throats.
It makes a mournful whimper, as if it is wailing.
"this……"
Integra took a step back in a daze.
She could accurately identify almost every one of the guards in front of her. Some of them were even close to each other and had been working here for more than ten years. Both parties knew each other as if they were family members or friends.
But now these people have all been turned into ghouls, miserable monsters who are enslaved even to death.
"Miss, they..."
Butler Walter's expression was also particularly ugly at this moment: "They can't change back again."
"I know."
Integra's expression was very struggling, but soon she gritted her teeth decisively and said: "Walter, let them... rest here!"
"I understand, Miss."
Walter nodded deeply, and then pulled out a few steel wires and walked forward. However, the previous battle probably consumed too much energy. He had just taken two steps when his body suddenly swayed and he half-knelt on the ground.
:"Well……"
"Walter?"
Seeing this, Integra helped the other person with concern.
"...I'm old." A trace of deep reluctance flashed in Walter's eyes, but he quickly hid it, and then turned to Integra and showed a helpless smile: "Miss, I seem to be a little unlucky.
Used it."
"you……"
"Hey, I won't be done with such a trivial matter." Fang Mo quickly took a step forward, took a deep breath and sprayed forward: "Fire escape, great fire extinguishes!"
"Don't!"
Integra's heart suddenly thumped, but it was a pity that she said it too late. The monstrous flames spurted out like a tide. No matter the ghoul in front, or the other corpses on the battlefield, everything was there.
Under the flames, they all turned into ashes and flew all over the sky when the wind blew them.
"Okay, done."
Fang Mo turned around and snapped his fingers, and then said to the policewoman: "Little niece, go and get a broom to sweep up some ashes and put them in them, and keep them for worship later."
"Why?"
The policewoman here was also stunned when she heard this, and subconsciously turned her head to look at Walter.
"Miss."
But Walter suddenly noticed the strange movement at the door, and said directly: "It seems that the people from the Round Table Council are about to arrive. Do you want to go and prepare first?"
"I...forget it."
Integra opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't know what to say. Now she was very confused inside. After holding it for a long time, she just sighed deeply, and then she turned around.
He walked towards the ruins: "I'll leave this to you, Walter."
"By the way, there is also you, General Wang."
But halfway through, Integra paused again: "I'll leave this guy to you. I take back what I just said... torture this damn bastard to death!!!"