237 Blood Queen (four thousand words, more to come)
The weapon in Matthew's hand was raised above his head, blocking the path of the bullet, and the huge impact fell directly on Matthew's body.
This force left a pair of footprints on the ground.
A ball of fire dyed the dark basement red, and Matthew jumped up with his feet.
The two weapons rushed out of the fire ball first, and then with unstoppable momentum, they pierced Silas's chest and nailed her to the ceiling.
"A bit too weak."
Matthew said with some boredom, he let go of his hand and fell back to the ground feeling dissatisfied.
This kind of fighting is not even a pastime for him.
Although Silas, as a vampire, possesses powerful immortality, when facing an invincible opponent, the more powerful he is, the more immortality he acquires, which will only bring more intense pain.
"Ahem~"
The big gun in Silas's hand fell to the ground with a click, and then her hands were placed on the ceiling behind her in a twisted posture.
With just one effort, she landed on the ground with two weapons.
He adjusted his body slightly so that he could stand upright and fall into Matthew's line of sight.
"I haven't lost yet!"
While coughing blood from his mouth, Silas charged at Matthew again.
Bi's hands in front of him didn't even pull out the weapons that penetrated his body. Instead, they formed knives and stabbed Matthew's eyes.
It was a bit difficult for her to draw the weapon from her body.
Because Matthew rotated when he pierced her body with the hand ax and mace.
If you forcefully pull it out, it will only make your injuries more serious. Even if you don't die, you will completely lose the strength to continue fighting.
For her, Accardo's request is the highest order, and she has no other thoughts except execution.
Fighting is the only thing at this moment!
"That's not smart."
Matthew tore off most of his burned coat in one go, and then raised his feet.
In an instant, the most basic earthquake skills were released.
The huge shock on the ground caused the whole building to tremble, and Silas, who was rushing forward, was knocked to the ground by the violent shock wave.
The flame-like shock wave from the extruded earthquake skill caused a burnt aroma to appear on Silas's body, and his blond hair also became curled up.
The power of the barbarian's skills is released to harm the enemy, so it will be more concentrated on those fatal places.
"I don't want to cause too much damage. If I disturb Luke's good things, I'm afraid he will get involved."
Matthew said casually, his head already lowered.
In a few steps, he rushed to Silas' side, avoiding the pair of white palms that could penetrate metal, and drew out the two weapons without hesitation.
Several broken bones were swaying in the air with blood, and Matthew stepped on Seles' shoulder without mercy.
He took a mace and made a scratch on Silas' head to mark his victory, and then turned his attention to Accardo.
There is no need for mercy when fighting, this is what Matthew realized from the secret realm.
Mercy is the privilege of the victor; the dead have nothing.
"Okay, Silas, please step back and tell Integra that SHIELD's battle is for them to act on their own."
Accardo said calmly, and then looked at Matthew:
"Maybe this battle is not interesting to you, but she will become stronger."
"I'm looking forward to fighting with you more."
Matthew hung the weapon back on his waist, then turned around silently and planned to leave.
Now that this trip has been settled, it's time to rest.
There is no more value in staying here.
The real battle wouldn't be too far away, Matthew could confirm.
Blade finally restrained his body from trembling, and then retreated with Matthew.
After meeting Accardo, he already understood the source of that feeling, and there was no need to explore further.
"Accardo, tell me the truth, I think now is the time."
Hellboy was still sitting on the ground, and he put the plastic package in his hand into his pocket.
His long confrontation with Accardo felt more like wasting away his life. After meeting Matthew, he couldn't bear the loneliness.
"Maybe it's the right time, or maybe it's a little late, you'll know."
Accardo spoke to Hellboy in a strange tone.
It seemed like he was hesitating.
Akkado, the most powerful vampire.
He knows more information than people think.
Silas raised his head with some difficulty and looked at his master. Accardo opened his palm with a smile and threw a pool of blood in front of Silas.
"Drink it, you will become stronger."
Accardo ignored Hellboy who was getting up, and just looked at Silas who was lying on his back.
"Silas Victoria, drink it!"
Accardo's magical voice sounded, calling in an expectant tone.
"Master! I can't do it!"
Silas's lungs were severely damaged, so her roar seemed very strange.
"Why?"
Accardo pressed his hat and stood up.
"I just, I just feel that if I do this, I will lose something."
Silas closed her eyes and shouted as loud as she could.
She is no longer a part of Accardo, but she no longer has any special relationship with Accardo.
Furthermore, Silas, who has never sucked blood, once she actually ingests blood, she will completely abandon her human side.
Becoming a vampire will gradually become colder until someone can awaken the frozen heart.
Silas lay on his back without saying a word, and Accardo stood beside her and showed a gentle smile called relief for the first time.
"Then, Silas, go and rest. Your injury will only take one night to recover."
Accardo glanced at Hellboy who was staring at him and grinned his white teeth.
"I will tell you in person at Integra. Go to sleep now."
Accardo stretched out his hand to cover Silas's eyes, and then left the basement with the incomplete vampire girl.
Hellboy was left staring at Accardo's back without saying a word.
Hellboy always feels that he is about to face the truth that has been covered up, but he has nothing to do at the moment.
…
"So Ms. Neve, what can you do?"
The slightly chubby major spoke to a head placed in a wooden box in front of his seat with a tone of curiosity and contempt.
Curiosity arises from the fact that this being with only its head can still maintain consciousness, while contempt is directed at the being itself.
The decorations around him were full of the style of the Third Reich, and the indescribable flag was hanging behind him.
"I can give you the world, but you have to kneel in front of me!"
The head with a beautiful and charming face spoke to the man in front of her with evil temptation, and the water in her eyes was full of charm.
Just like the scent of lavender, it's so strong that it's a bit annoying!
But no normal person would be seduced by a talking head, especially for this major, these are all nonsense.
"Give me the world? Listen! Listen! I've been given a chance to own the world!"
The major spoke loudly to Warrant Officer Schrödinger next to him with a smile. Among the few people present, only Schrödinger could set off the atmosphere well.
Warrant Officer Schrödinger smiled excitedly and clapped his hands.
"Okay, witch! For this head of yours, we have lost a lot in front of that weird priest! What we want is not the world you talk about!"
It’s not a charity from a loser!”
The major pulled out a pistol and shot at the head continuously. Each bullet penetrated the head directly. His roughness interrupted Schrödinger's applause.
He is very irritable now because the sacrifice should not have occurred at this time, which means that his plan has changed.
The sacrifice occurred only because of the talking head in front of me!
"I like war, but only like war!
Ms. Nivi, we have paid so much to bring out your head, but what we want is not the world!
So now, tell me what you can do! Otherwise you and your world will continue to sleep!"
The major swept the head to the ground, then poked Nivi in the eye with his cane and said.
"I can give you power, or give me to you."
Nivi's head seemed to be uninjured, and she was completely unaware of the wounds in her eye sockets.
He still spoke in the same tone as before, and the other intact eye still exuded a temptation that ordinary people could not resist.
Her concentration that ignored the pain was enough to move anyone in the world.
"Major, maybe this world..."
The scientist standing behind the major interrupted with some hesitation, his expression always showing inexplicable fanaticism.
"magic?"
The major ignored the doctor behind him, and instead stepped heavily on Nivi's head with his foot, making a sound like a series of boots trampling on the flesh.
That kind of craziness filled this chubby body, and the constant heavy stepping made Nivi's face look ugly.
"Now, it's not that we pray for strength, but that you need us to help you recover your body! Nivi, the famous wizard in history, the Blood Queen! You are just a head now, a head that can't do anything!
What else do you want to do?"
The major took out the cane from Neve's eye socket, then took out a piece of silk from his pocket and carefully wiped off the blood on the cane.
His tone changed from crazy to calm.
Seeing that the major's action was about to end, Lieutenant Thorin Breeze on the side used his hand full of evil tattoos to lift the head from the ground and put it into a small square box on the side.
"Major, Lieutenant Tubal Cain Abraham died in the hands of the priest while robbing this box, and Captain Bell was also injured. What are we going to do now?"
Lieutenant Thorin Breeze's question received no response. The major picked up the blood-stained hamburger and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.
It wasn't until he swallowed all the food in his mouth that he said in a vague voice:
"Continue to look for the body of this witch. Before that, let the doctor install some safety devices on her. You must accompany her at all times to prevent the doctor from being bewitched by her."
The major snapped his fingers, and Warrant Officer Schrödinger behind him handed over a tissue.
"Then notify Luke Valentine that it's time to say hello to Helsing. According to Pioneer Technology, there are some interesting people there, such as the Captain America who held the shield back then."
"Okay, Major!"
Lieutenant Thorin took the box directly towards the direction of the laboratory, the sickle on his back symbolizing harvest.
At this moment, the doctor showed a crazy expression as if he had just woken up from a dream.
Thorin Blitz, as the only being in the final group with magic-like powers, is able to resist the Blood Queen's bewitchment very well.
"I'm bewitched? I'm actually bewitched! Supernatural power, is this magic!"
The doctor was marveling at the magic, and his trembling fingers showed his desire for research.
"Okay, doctor, go and do your research. Lieutenant Thorin will be responsible for your safety. We are about to have a grand enough carnival!"
The fat major sat back in his seat, holding his hands in front of his face, and a strange light flashed on his spectacles.
…
In a quiet parish, a conversation was taking place.
"Father Anderson, how are your injuries?"
An old man dressed as a bishop said to Father Anderson who was watching the children playing.
If Father Anderson hadn't been in that church before, I'm afraid even these children wouldn't have been able to survive.
He knew what the other party took away, but now he was not in a hurry.
"Bishop Karls, I can act at any time, don't talk about the mission here, they don't know anything."
Father Anderson held the cross on his chest with both hands, as if praying, and spoke in a holy tone.
His eyes were looking at those children, showing love in his eyes.
God loves the world, and Anderson only loves the Lamb of God.
"They" refers to those carefree children. Father Anderson saved the lives of these believers, but he also paid a price.
Under his clerical robes, there was a huge hole in his abdomen, with a small piece of his liver missing.
Those were the injuries he sustained when he fought with the werewolf. Although he killed that bastard vampire playing cards, the werewolf's power was beyond imagination.
Even though he won in the end, he failed to kill the monster.
"Blood Queen, those guys took the Blood Queen's head."
Bishop Karls said softly.
"That famous immortal witch? This world is too big. If I have a chance, I want to see if that guy is really immortal!"
A pair of wings of light flashed behind Father Anderson, and his peaceful expression turned a little ferocious.
A fanatical and devout believer, his faith is firm and there is no need to doubt it.
Father Anderson is the best sharp knife in the church!
Karls was not worried that Father Anderson could not defeat the enemy. Since Father Anderson received the favor of God, he has become even more powerful.
If Anderson was not a "betrayer" belonging to Section 13, then Father Anderson could already have the word "holy" in front of his name.
The holy flame transformed from fearless courage made Anderson the most powerful force in the church.
"We will gather our strength, and the light of the Lord will surely fill the world!"