Bulcaisuo was guiding Rorschach on basic training on the Holy Mountain. Not far behind him, Gu Yi was drinking sparkling water, and Emperor Weishan was communicating with Bulcaisuo sentence by sentence.
The power of Emperor Weishan cannot act alone without the summoner, so he had to let Ancient One follow Bulcaisuo to act as a bridge of communication.
After all the hard work, the sky has darkened, and the day has passed quite quickly.
For such a terrifying existence as the Seven Demon Kings, Emperor Weishan and the others did not dare to pretend that it did not exist.
As for the other recruits, except for Bruce Wayne, who was just selected, Natasha and Hawkeye are still training, the others have returned to the city.
Along with him is Steve.
Steve plans to form a team of Avengers to deal with some troublesome things, and these savages are his first target.
So Steve plans to have a dinner with Rumlow and the others, intending to share his philosophy and at least establish a good relationship with these barbarian recruits.
"Captain, have you been staying at this old training ground recently?"
Rumlow whistled, looking at the underground space with a giant hammer hanging on his waist.
It's spacious here, but it's not worthy of Steve's status.
"I don't know where to get my retirement salary. This place was arranged for me by SHIELD. It's pretty good."
Steve's appearance cannot be hidden from the military and the Security Council, but there are intense discussions over how to treat this veteran.
A dead person who has been mythologized will not stand up to lead the people, but if this dead person suddenly comes to life again, it will be a huge trouble.
Their attention was focused on how to weaken Steve's influence, and they never thought that this veteran still needed basic living expenses.
It is said that his salary should be paid by the military, but how can Steve, who does not even have a driver's license, receive his salary?
"Cool~"
Luke looked at the training ground below, looking at the hanging sandbags eagerly.
"Didn't you say we were going to have a dinner together?"
Jessica smoothed her hair and said lightly.
Matthew didn't say a word on the side. He didn't even have time to change his clothes, and he was still in the same tattered state.
"You have to change into regular clothes before going. Besides, the weapons you are wearing are too conspicuous."
Steve glanced at the people in front of him. One had a giant hammer on his waist, one had a machete stuck on his waist, and one had a hand ax and a mace hanging on his waist.
When these weapons are put on the street, the police will directly empty their five magazines.
If SHIELD hadn't sent a large enough vehicle, it would have been a question whether these people could have arrived at this training ground safely.
"Do you still have clothes here that are suitable for us?"
Jessica grinned. The clothes she was wearing were still the linen shirt that Madoc had dug out from the warehouse. Luke put it on her after he recovered.
Thinking of this, Jessica punched Luke. Although Luke didn't know why, all he needed to do was giggle at this time.
"Those agents have already gone to buy suitable clothes, but your weapons are a bit difficult to handle."
Steve hung the shield in his hand on the wall and looked at the people in front of him.
Rumlow sat directly on the ground. He was used to this sitting posture. After all, ordinary chairs could not support the weight of the giant hammer in his hands.
Matthew casually stuffed the two weapons on his waist into his backpack, as if by instinct.
Everyone focused their attention on him, as if they had seen a ghost.
"Well, how did you do it?"
Luke asked Matthew hesitantly.
"What?"
Matthew was a little confused.
"You mean a backpack? Don't you have that?"
Jessica seemed to understand something, and the hand ax disappeared from her hand.
"You do too?" Luke was stunned.
"I'll try, I feel like I can do it."
The giant hammer on Rumlow's waist suddenly disappeared and then appeared again.
It seems he can't do this yet.
One of the nephalem's abilities is this space package. Matthew is the one with the highest bloodline level among them. He has been able to do this for a long time.
Jessica directly received the bloodline of Orak, which was also higher in quantity than the current Rumlow and Luke.
Rumlow is still a little short of being able to open the space backpack, and Luke has the weakest bloodline at present, and he hasn't felt the existence of the backpack yet.
"It seems to be determined by bloodline weight?"
Matthew whispered.
"Looks like I have to work harder. The secret realm of Talik's ancestors is really difficult."
Rumlow handed the giant hammer in his hand to Matthew and asked Matthew to help him put it away first.
"Jessica."
Luke shouted hesitantly, and Jessica rolled her eyes at him before taking the weapon from his waist and stuffing it into her backpack.
"I feel envious when I see it. I don't want to carry a shield every day. If I don't carry it, it will be difficult to deal with any problems I encounter."
Steve smiled heartily.
"Then let's go have dinner after the agents bring the clothes. I know a good barbecue restaurant."
Steve just said it casually, and he didn't feel jealous because of this ability.
"Why aren't you favored by those ancestors? I'm quite curious."
Rumlow grinned and said to Steve.
It is said that those who have passed the test of the Holy Mountain will have the opportunity to be tested, but the Steve in front of him was not favored by any ancestor, and he was inferior to Matthew at that time.
"Maybe I don't suit their temperament."
Steve turned around and climbed onto the ring, taking off a pair of gloves from the side ropes.
"Who wants to come up and play?"
Steve greeted the others.
As a fighter, Steve's fighting skills are top-notch, and among the people in front of him, perhaps only Rumlow can compete with him in bare-handed combat.
The premise is that there is no competition in physical fitness.
On the other side, Nick Fury was sitting in his office, his scalp numbing as he looked at John Wicker in front of him.
A string of goosebumps appeared on his smooth head.
Nick Fury was still a little apprehensive about this guy who could destroy his life substitute without any scruples for a dog.
"I said, are you going to give me another shot?"
Nick Fury rolled his eyes and looked at John Wicker in front of him.
"You can resurrect people? Then you can also resurrect a dog."
John Wigger held the body of his beloved dog in his arms, his tone a little cold.
Nick Fury had a headache. Although he could resurrect humans, resurrecting a dog was somewhat bizarre.
Resurrected humans will more or less have some mental problems and will draw some weird symbols on the walls.
But what will happen to the resurrected dog? Will it scatter symbols all over the place while making marks?
Dogs don’t have such big bladders…
"Are you sure you will exchange this condition for your effectiveness?"
Nick Fury said in a strange tone.
"If you can do it, I can become one of you."
John Wigger looked at Nick Fury with still cold eyes, which made people doubt that he would raise his hand and shoot Nick Fury's head off.
Although his weapons had been taken away when he entered S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Okay, leave your pet here. You can see it alive and kicking in a few days."
Nick Fury made a decision with some difficulty and waved Melinda to leave the office with John Wick.
Before he could put down the weird feeling in his heart, an agent hurriedly broke into his office.
"Director! Tony Stark is missing in Afghanistan!"
"oh!"
Nick Fury's brain was so exhausted at this moment that he didn't even want to say "Fuck Fuck". The disappearance of Tony Stark was indeed a big deal, but this situation could not stimulate his tired heart.
"Send someone to look for it and report back after you find it."
Nick Fury picked up the water on the table and drank it slowly.
"Yes, sir!"
This agent was a newcomer who had just been transferred from the military, and it was obvious that he was not used to the way an agent worked.
After everyone at SHIELD paid a heavy price, both the Security Council and the military sent a bunch of people into SHIELD.
Nominally, it is to prevent the lurking Hydra from continuing to cause chaos, but in fact, it is to divide the big fat body of SHIELD.
Coulson on the other side is still stationed in the UK. He wants to learn more about Helsing's organization, such as how Helsing fights vampires.
For this semi-official organization, SHIELD can only find out that they are experts in handling supernatural events.
But there is no news about their combat effectiveness.
In addition to reaching cooperation with Helsing, Coulson also needs to investigate the composition of its combat power.
If possible, it is best to poach the opponent's combat power.
"Sir, how long do we have to watch here? How about I go buy a dinner first?"
The agent driving the car asked in a low voice.
"No, they are taking action, follow them now."
Colson pointed at the black van, or escort vehicle, that passed by. Anyway, that vehicle was not small.
"Okay sir."
The agents quickly put the car into gear and stepped on the gas to drive. In order to prevent the car from failing to start, their cars usually don't turn off.
So just leave.
…
In a building on the other side, Father Alexander Anderson was slowly waving the bayonet in his hand and nailing a ghoul to the wall.
This is what happens when a person who is not qualified to be a vampire is bitten by a vampire.
Only a virgin is qualified to become a vampire after accepting the first embrace of a pure vampire, otherwise she will only become a ghoul that feeds on flesh and blood.
The holy flame flashing from Father Anderson's bayonet was burning this guy bit by bit.
Human limbs and blood stains can be seen everywhere on the ground.
I don't know when this building was occupied by vampires, and the people inside are now buried in the belly of the ghouls.
There are also those innocent lambs that were robbed here with their eyes open, and the cracked corners of their eyes show the pain and fear they experienced before death.
The bayonet in Anderson's hand scratched the blood on the wall, and he walked forward slowly with his body slightly stooped.
It is precisely because he has seen the cruelty of these monsters that Anderson never shows mercy to them!
Behind cruelty is compassion for mankind, and behind faith is piety to kindness!
The sound of the bayonet scratching the wall was a bit harsh, but there was a divine radiance conveyed in Father Anderson's prayers.
"The Lord is my shepherd~I will never be in want~"
Father Anderson muttered in a strange tone, threw the bayonet casually, and pinned a ghoul who was struggling to stay away from him to the ground.
“He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside still waters, He revives my soul and guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.”
The bayonet in Anderson's hand turned into Bible pages, flying around him. The light flashing across the pages was like rising flames.
He walked to the ghoul on the ground and raised his feet.
"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil."
The pages of the book flew out one by one in an orderly manner like delivering flyers, and were pasted on the surrounding walls. A burst of golden threads connected these pages, sealing the church inside.
"Then it's your turn to be afraid!"
Anderson showed his white teeth and took off his hard leather boots.
He didn't finish his prayer, but it was enough.
There is no need to be kind to those who are willing to be monsters!
This foot stepped on the head of the ghoul on the ground. The vampire's head was like an exploding watermelon, splashing the surrounding area in red.
But Anderson’s pants are still pure white!
The ghoul turned into ashes in the holy flame, which was a bit brilliant.
"Does a monster deserve to be glorious after death? How disgusting!"
Under the moonlight through the window, only the golden bayonets on his hands could be seen arranged in the shape of a cross, as if announcing the end.
"Bang bang bang!"
There were bursts of gunfire from the direction he was facing. Father Anderson stood up straight and looked in that direction.
At this time, outside the building, Coulson and another agent were sitting in a car and observing.
Five minutes ago, they watched the man dressed in red and a girl wearing a khaki uniform with a gun enter the building.
Then bursts of gunshots were heard.
Coulson stopped the agent next to him who wanted to get out of the car, and said calmly:
"Don't get involved in the monster fight."
After seeing the ghosts, Coulson felt that he did not have the ability to fight vampires. Since those people were the personnel of the Hexin Agency, all he could do was wait quietly for the results.
It is the most reasonable solution to leave professional matters to professionals.
The man in a red trench coat led the girl into the building from the other side and started killing the ghouls.
Accardo and Silas Victoria!
After a short battle, a ghoul died under Silas's gun.
Before he had time to enjoy the joy of victory in the battle, Silas fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.
Five or six bayonets were stuck on her back. Golden runes flashed across the bayonet's grip, and flames burned on the blade, making a sound of burning grease.
"Blessed Bayonet?"
Accardo turned around with a sinister smile and looked in the direction from which the bayonet flew.
A large piece of book pages flew into the narrow passage, and with the sound of nails hammering into the wall, the pages hung high!
At this moment, the pages of the book were like a lighting lamp, and the long and narrow path was illuminated brightly!
It's blocked here too!
Father Anderson walked into Accardo's sight step by step from around the corner!
The cross on his chest shone brightly in the darkness, swaying as brightly as a firefly.
"We are the Lord's agents, the earthly spokesmen of divine punishment. Our mission is to destroy the fools who resist the Lord, even if they only have the last piece of flesh and blood left!"
The bayonets in Father Anderson's hands were crossed together, forming a cross before his eyes.
He made the announcement before the battle!
"Amen!"
As the final declaration came out, the blades of the bayonets in his hands clashed and wiped out the flames!
…
In the Hesing Institution, Integra was holding a cigar and cutting off the front end of the cigar with cigar scissors.
"Director! News came from the Vatican! The secret force Section 13, 'Betraitors', has started taking action!"
The intelligence officers in neat suits reported the news in a somewhat hurried manner, but their words were still clearly legible.
"You said 'betrayer'. They are the informal executive body of the Vatican and the single most powerful combat force the Vatican possesses."
Integra raised his eyes and looked at the intelligence officer in front of him, his tone was calm and there was no wave.
Perhaps this bit of news is not enough to make this powerful woman lose her composure.
"Experts in exorcising evil spirits, suppressing heresy, and eradicating heresies. Carrying the name of Judas, the Thirteenth Division should not exist."
Integra didn't light the cigar, he held the fingers of his hands interlaced in front of him and stated the information of Section 13.
"troops?"
"Send one man, Paladin! Father Alexander Anderson!"
Anderson's name rang out, and the old butler on one side squinted his eyes and looked at Integra.
There is no way to take this name lightly.
"Father Anderson? What would happen if he came into contact with Accardo and the others?"
Integra's tone was calm, and he was thinking about a solution in his mind.
At this time, she actually understood the destined outcome!
Then Integra stood up suddenly and put his hands on the table!
"I'm going to Bedolik too! Give me a gun, a sword, and two guards. Walter, I'll leave the negotiations with the Vatican to you."
Integra turned around and left the office in a hurry, but without any panic.
The butler on the side bowed and calmly agreed to the request.
Coulson, who was outside the building, saw the light reflected on the windows of the pages shining with holy light, and felt a little nervous.
…
Killer Anderson, Decapitation Detective Anderson, Regenerator Anderson, Angel Dust Anderson. His birth, race, and age are all unknown, other than that he is an expert in fighting monsters.
Just like Accardo in the Helsing Division, he is the Vatican's ace in fighting monsters.
Exterminationists have never spared a hand against aliens.
"What a wonderful moon! Monsters!"
Father Anderson stood in front of Accardo. There was a short distance between them.
Silas reluctantly raised his head from the ground and groaned in pain.
"The sound of pain is so cute, Ms. Monster. But if it's just like this, you won't die."
Father Anderson said with a contemptuous laugh.
"Because I didn't hit your heart with a single blow. It's been a long time since I've been hunting vampires! I've always met those unscrupulous people lately, and I don't want to let you go too early."
Anderson finished his mocking words with a smile on his face.
"Vatican Section 13? Betrayer?"
"That's right, Helsing's lackeys."
As an organization that deals with supernatural enemies, Helsing uses the vampire Accardo as its trump card and uses monsters to fight monsters. Naturally, Helsing will not be recognized by the church.
Especially in front of Father Anderson!
"Are you Accardo? You are obviously a vampire but you keep company with humans? Kill monsters? Are you raising food in captivity?"
Father Anderson began to get closer to Accardo. He did not understand Accardo's methods, but he only thought that he was cultivating high-quality food.
Accardo walked towards Father Anderson and faced each other tit for tat.
"What's wrong with the ghouls here?"
"It's all solved. The ghouls are just some trash fish. There is no way for me to warm up."
Silas on the ground tilted his head and looked at the two approaching people, gasping in pain.
The bayonet on her back was burning, and she felt that her body was being warmed by the flames.
Feeling warm is never good news for a vampire.
"You are the only ones left."
There was no tone in Anderson's words, he just stated a fact.
"Yeah?"
Accardo and Anderson crossed paths and said this.
The battle begins!
The special pistol raised by Accardo intersected with the bayonet in Father Anderson's hand. The bayonet and the barrel of the gun intertwined, causing fire!
Father Anderson's movements were obviously more rapid, and the bayonet passed through Accardo's left shoulder cleanly.
Accardo let out a cry of pain, put the gun in his right hand on the crook of his left arm and fired directly!
The bayonet in Anderson's right hand scratched Accardo's body, and as a handful of blood exploded, Father Anderson sat down in the shadow of the corner.
"He actually dared to fight a vampire even though it was night. He's really a brave priest, but he's still an idiot."
Accardo commented with contempt on Father Anderson's behavior.
"Owner!"
Silas shouted in front of Accardo, the flames behind him were still burning! So her voice was a little delicate.
"Hush, Silas, you have been wounded by the blessed bayonet!"
Accardo walked towards his "daughter", seemingly intending to remove the bayonets.
As Anderson said, a bayonet that does not pierce the heart will only cause severe pain, but it cannot take away a vampire's life.
It was just the burning holy flame that made Accardo a little concerned.
But behind him, the tall figure of Father Anderson appeared again, and the bayonet penetrated Accardo's body from behind with the light of fire.
"Ha! Click! Click!"
Father Anderson let out a cautious laugh, holding the bayonet tightly with both hands, and the holy flame burned, making bursts of grease popping sounds!
Monsters treat humans cruelly, so humans also have reason to treat monsters cruelly!
Accardo turned his body forcefully to free himself from the sharp edge of the bayonet. While hanging upside down, he held up two guns with both hands and fired fiercely!
Anyone who doesn't resist when attacked is a fool!
The bullet undoubtedly hit Father Anderson's body, and he fell to the ground again.
But in just a short moment, Anderson stood up again and charged towards Accardo!
Accardo's special pistol and bullets failed to cause any effective damage!
The bayonets in Anderson's hands were crossed in front of him, making a sound of metal friction.
He waved his arms and opened a wound on Accardo's waist.
Blood splashed and then disappeared in the holy flames!
Bursts of fire flashed across Accardo's body, and the holy flames were eroding his body along the wounds.
After the two briefly came into contact, they distanced themselves for a while.
Father Anderson twisted his body and charged again, with his arms in front of him to block Accardo's bullets. When the distance reached the ideal target, eight bayonets appeared in his hands, and he threw them out!
The holy flame drew a line of fire in mid-air, and the power contained in the bayonet flying at high speed shattered all the glass in its path!
Anderson's power is beyond the reach of ordinary humans!
The two Coulsons who were observing outside the building were attracted by the sudden noise. Coulson slowly swallowed his saliva. The traces of the blazing holy flames could also be seen outside the building.
"Sir, you are right."
Coulson did not comment on his subordinate's words, but just took out his phone and dialed Nick Fury's number.
"Director, Hexin's combat power seems to have met the church personnel, and something may have changed."
Although Coulson did not know the specific information about both sides of the battle, the sacred flames allowed him to confirm the identity of one party.
Nick Fury on the other end of the phone rubbed his forehead.
"Continue to observe!"
If Helsing's combat effectiveness is reduced at this time, then Nick Fury will have to think of obtaining combat effectiveness from other places.
This is not good news.
Although they have some friendship with the church, they cannot borrow combat power from this friendship.
After all, occult matters are the purview of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation and Defense.
Nick Fury hung up the phone and began to think about what to do next.
And in the building, the battle continues!
Accardo fired in an attempt to shoot down the flying bayonet, but only two shots could completely interrupt the flight of a bayonet.
The distance, which was not long, prevented him from intercepting all the incoming bayonets.
In an instant, his body was penetrated by four bayonets, and the parts of the bayonets that were submerged in Accardo's body were burning fiercely.
Father Anderson, who was following the bayonet, reached out and held down Accardo's head, pushing him against the wall.
The huge force made a dent appear on the wall.
In the blink of an eye, Anderson drew out two bayonets and penetrated Accardo's body, sealing Accardo's chance to fight back. Accardo was directly nailed to the wall!
But there was still a dismissive expression on his face.
The pages behind Accardo began to burn the moment they came into contact with the vampire, and the strange smell of burning blood filled the air.
"Amen!"
Father Anderson looked at Accardo who could not move in front of him and roared!
"Self-regeneration?"
Accardo's voice sounded a little difficult under the burning of the holy flame.
"That's right! It's a technology developed by us humans in order to fight you!"
Anderson simply answered Accardo's words, and then the flying knife in his hand appeared again, throwing it as fast as a rainstorm!
Accardo was like a hedgehog under this attack, nailed to the wall and lowered his head!
Behind Father Anderson, a pair of flame-like wings of light appeared faintly!