And if Diavolo can't kill him, then there's nothing worth caring about.
But Diavolo made an offer that he couldn't refuse, and of course he didn't want to refuse.
Haunted by death!
This is what Diavolo asked him to do. No matter what death wants to do, Dracula only needs to try his best to cause chaos.
 Annihilation has told Diavolo some information.
For example, eternity is now unable to intervene in the battle between them, and death is not good at fighting.
All it takes is one unkillable guy to tangle with to make the battle between the barbarians and the Burning Hell seem equal.
 What Diavolo has to pay is to continue the Helsing family and to have a good fighter.
Since Helsing used vampires to help him kill monsters before, there seems to be no problem with having another demon now.
 The demons of the Burning Hell are much easier to use than the weaker ones.
 “I feel like I can kill you.”
 Blade Warrior's hands finally stopped shaking.
 He spoke as if to embolden himself, and the knife in his hand began to spin around him.
"Interesting."
Dracula's hands passed through Blade Warrior's chest and grabbed the weird heart.
 Vampires and vampires are not the same thing.
 Dracula never considered himself a good person.
With a pop, the heart was completely crushed.
The Blade Warrior's body fell forward, and the knife in his hand slashed Dracula's cloak.
Colson looked a little ugly as he carried Peggy Carter, who was about to expire.
“Okay, can you send me away first? Mr. Dracula?”
Colson said this, his face already impatient.
 Agent Carter is really about to die, and he still wants to see Peggy Carter as a human being, not a transformed demon.
 This is something he and Murdoc have agreed upon.
“You’d better pray that you don’t mess with me at some point.”
Dracula gritted his teeth and said.
 By the way, he stepped on the Blade Warrior.
 Dracula is very vengeful and despicable.
Now he is not the Vlad III of Akkado, but a hybrid of a demon and a monster in time.
“It doesn’t matter, on the other hand we can’t do anything to you, right? Hurry up, I can’t wait any longer!”
Colson said this and pointed at Integra, who was standing there and ready to charge.
Then the finger said goodbye to him.
“You will always regard me as a nightmare, because any of your actions may offend me, all because of my mood.”
 Dracula said this.
 Then wrapped Colson and Peggy Carter in cloaks, and disappeared the next moment.
Integra walked to the Blade Warrior who was already lying on the ground, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Perhaps she can find a way to keep the Blade Runners alive. After all, the Helsing family's trump card is not just a vampire.
The Frankenstein and them are also inextricably linked.
There seems to be no problem with Blade Warrior's body being used for this surgery, at least it's better than death.
 …
 The moment Colson left the city, Kingpin finally calmed down.
His body is covered with wounds caused by heavy hammers and spears. There is a green rope wrapped around his feet, and the other end is connected to Agent Hill.
 “Angels are bullshit!”
 Kingpin hit Anderson on the helmet with a hammer, and then was slapped on the head by Steve with a shield.
What was supposed to be a battle of superb skills turned into an out-and-out brawl, which was particularly ugly.
 “Then what are you? A lackey!?”
  Anderson's helmet was somewhat deformed, but he still accurately penetrated Jin Bin's chest with the spear in his hand.
This is not the first time that effective damage has been caused, but each time the damage is like falling on an inanimate person.
"I am who I am!"
Kingpin roared and opened his hammer, knocking back Rumlow who had just rushed up.
 His body was shaken violently, and it was obvious that he did not feel well after this collision.
“What is your purpose! There is no need to come to this place to cause trouble in Xunsi. There is only one possibility for you to come here, and that is to be put on the operating table and studied!”
 Agent Hill began her unique speech.
 Intimidation and the like are sometimes useful.
 Especially for a guy like Kingpin, the huge family fortune makes it seem like he has no choice.
If SHIELD wants to cause trouble for someone, there are many ways to do it.
 The institution that inherited Nick Fury’s black heart will not make things easy for Kingpin.
Hill still has a hard time understanding why Kingpin is crazy enough to dare to cause trouble in S.H.I.E.L.D.
 “Ahem! I think I need a doctor to at least stop the bleeding for me first.”
Constantine was smoking the cigarette he took out of Nick Fury's drawer, and said to Melinda, who looked very ugly in front of him.
“As for the Lord Tianhammer, I think there is almost no problem.”
Constantine hugged the cigarette in his hand and pointed to the dining place not far away that was best for observation.
 Aurel and Imperius are still there.
 Constantine happened to remember the existence of these two men.
 Especially the power of hope remains fresh in his memory.
 “Do you understand?”
Prius said as he chewed a hot dog and pointed at Kingpin.
The aura of Diavolo on that guy is so obvious that there is no need to hide it.
 The long battle has exposed his true identity.
 “There is also death and life.”
 Aurel touched her belly with a look of thought on her face.
 The power of death is not a good thing, and even Diavolo's favorite demon subordinates cannot be immune to it.
  Kingpin is a bit strange.
“Then let these guys finish it first, we have to do something.”
In Prius clapped his hands and stood up, walking towards the center of the battle.
 Solarion appeared in his hands, and the temperature reached a point where the people present could not bear it in an instant.
Those paper documents started burning in an instant.
 “Hey! Hey! I need healing! Archangel!”
Constantine waved his one arm and shouted towards Imperius.
 The wound on the broken arm began to bleed again, with some pus.
To be continued...