"It makes me feel sick! It's like I am sick!"
Accardo waved the sword in his hand and rushed towards Maxwell.
The monster is not his challenger, so he is not going to watch the monster mess up a grand show.
In the flash of red light, Accardo's figure had appeared in front of Maxwell, and the sword in his hand penetrated the monster that turned into thorns with a cold breath.
 It’s just that such an attack has no effect.
Maxwell is no longer human and has no human weaknesses.
With his entire body turned into thorns, he made a creaking cry and launched a counterattack at Accardo.
The holy nail that pierced his chest had been wrapped in thorns, and countless sharp thorns penetrated Accardo's body directly.
The armor covered with spikes had no effect in the face of this kind of attack. After all, the armor was just an illusion of Accardo's blood.
Although it has the hardness of metal, it is still useless against monsters.
Thorns are a cruel plant. After turning into a monster, it begins to absorb all the nutrients around it and turn it into nutrients for its own growth.
Accardo's body began to wither quickly. The vampire's blood was extracted by another monster that fed on blood. This situation was very ironic.
Accardo's face showed a scowl for the first time, and the long sword that had passed through Maxwell's chest was lifted up, splitting the whole man into two pieces.
But there was no trace of flesh and blood in the split body, it was all densely packed with thorns!
 At this time, the human named Maxwell finally died.
 The soul watched itself gradually dry up in the wake of severe pain, and then turned into a handful of fly ash.
 Maxwell was not the Helena who was named "holy", and he did not have the protection of the Lord.
 As the last trace of human existence was erased, Anderson's feverish eyes flickered.
 Then he rushed towards Accardo, brandishing his bayonet.
  Maxwell's death was felt by him, but Father Anderson had no time to suffer.
 Since Accardo himself chose to walk towards the throne, this battle has directly reached its peak.
 “Death! A dead thing dares to walk in front of me!”
 Anderson covered up his loss with a loud roar, and at this time the bayonet in his hand penetrated Accardo's back.
Facing the attacks from the monster and Anderson, Accardo remained silent.
His body is withering, and his originally handsome and resolute face gradually changed back to that monster look, but his body is still withering.
This made Accardo’s originally tall body become rickety.
 In a battle facing only Anderson, he was willing to die with the image that pierced public morality.
 For Father Anderson and Van Helsing are equally worthy of the credit for slaying the Impaler.
 But now his enemy is not only Anderson, a human being worthy of entrusting his life.
And Father Anderson is not the brave and noble Van Helsing he was back then!
Then killing the vampire Accardo would be enough to meet Anderson's performance. Accardo had a slight smile on his face, then stretched out his hand and pierced the chest of the monster that Maxwell had transformed into.
At the same time, Accardo pulled out a pistol from somewhere, passed the muzzle under his arm and shot Anderson behind him.
 The heavily modified and strengthened ammunition penetrated Father Anderson's arms in an instant.
His right hand was only connected by a layer of skin and flesh, and the bones had collapsed.
 The splash of golden-red blood did not change Anderson in any way, and the holy flame on the bayonet continued to burn.
  The wound where Accardo was penetrated began to emit the stench of dried blood.
 “No matter what kind of monster it is, there is no way it can kill me!”
Accardo’s voice sounded in Anderson’s mind like a whisper in his ear.
 The vampire's head turned 180 degrees and faced Father Anderson with a smile.
 Then he rushed forward and passed directly through the body of the thorn monster.
 The next moment, Accardo, whose flesh and clothing had disappeared, stood in front of Anderson.
 The monster transformed from the thorns let out a wailing roar and turned into tattered waste.
The shining holy nail was currently in Accardo's hand, and there was a heart that originally belonged to Maxwell beating hard on the holy nail.
 Each beat can squeeze out a little blood from the wound pierced by the holy nail.
 The power of the Holy Nail continued to spread, and the dense thorns once again wrapped the heart, preparing to restore its body.
Accardo looked at Anderson with a slightly provocative look, and then pulled out the holy nail from his heart.
 He gently licked the wound on the heart, licking up all the blood on it.
 Then he revealed a pair of ferocious fangs and directly chewed up the last traces of Maxwell.
Accardo's swallowing action made Anderson's eyes crack. He used his left hand to hold the residual arm that could no longer be swung normally, and bit the sleeve of that arm with his teeth.
 Anderson's physical strength, which has gone through countless transformations, is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Even if it is just a layer of skin that seems to be about to break, it cannot be broken by some chopping movements.
 Anderson's seriously injured hand was still holding the bayonet tightly, but at this time, the holy flame on the bayonet was rising to an unprecedented high.
The horror of Accardo shook Anderson to his core.
 He originally planned to use the holy nail to face Accardo personally, but his application was not approved by Maxwell.
 He didn't feel that he was much stronger than the monster transformed from the holy nail, but he did not flinch at this time.
The arm held in his mouth is a symbol of his courage and proof that he has once again defeated fear.
Because Prius was looking at his subordinates on Mars, his light wings folded behind him, and he said nothing.
 “That priest is very interesting.”
The blue figure covered in flesh spoke in an extremely plain tone.
“I can see the past, present and future, and it’s hard to understand their choices at this time.”
  Dr. Manhattan’s words were a little bit exploratory.
“Human beings are such existence, and the evil consequences they can cause can be more dangerous than all evil spirits.”
Because Prius responded to Dr. Manhattan's question, what he was thinking about at this time was the Nephalem who wanted to kill the Demon Lord of Hell at all costs.
 The Archangel of Courage's humanity was originally the most indifferent among all the Archangels.
 He has what he considers to be the purest courage, unswerving and fearless.
Even headstrong and annoying.
 But at this time, he has already recognized the greatness of mankind. For the Nephalem, or for Bulkatho, Impris finally understands a little bit about what compassion is.
That was what Auriel always hoped he could understand, and it was also the basis that Tyrael always used to scold him.
“So, do you also think that beings like us should not interfere with human choices?”
 Dr. Manhattan sat cross-legged on the ground, watching everything happening in London and talking.
“They will be greater and nobler than you and me, and they will do things that even Israel cannot understand.
 Human beings are full of countless possibilities!
 The union between Inarius and Lilith was an accident, and fate may have guided it to happen.
It was an accident that the Nephalem chose to stand under the banner of justice.
 They could have enjoyed most of the good things seen in the world through their great strength.
 Can we really stay away from human choices? Israel?”
Because there was a bit of fatigue in Prius's voice, his doubts about the eternal battle made him doubt his brother who was the embodiment of fate.
 In Dr. Manhattan's eyes, Israel's head hidden under the hood was shaking slightly.
The wings of dark blue light with a hint of gray opened slightly.
 Fate is inherently a choice-oriented final outcome.
 The Archangel of Destiny did not just sit around and wait for the outcome, he had already put his hands on the river of destiny.
To be continued...