Panting, Dugan raised the revolver in his hand and fired at Walter, biting a cigar soaked in saliva and roaring.
John Wick casually knocked out a few blood river souls, and his eyes turned to Walter who had regained his youth.
"grim Reaper!"
John Wick swallowed his saliva and said nervously:
"God of Death, Walter! I heard of this senior's name when he debuted. He became the pinnacle of mankind decades ago!"
Since a guy like Walter exists, there is no way he can leave no trace.
As a member of the non-mainstream killers, Walter is a very famous guy in the dark side.
This group of hyena-like killers, as long as their names can be passed around, none of them are the kind to shoot from a long distance.
There are countless operations such as car chases, bullet turns, and pencil killings. It seems that there is no problem in adding a wire cutting.
"Isn't this the old butler in Haixin?"
Rumlow dispersed dozens of souls in the blood river with one hammer, and took a moment to glance at Walter, who was entangled with Matthew and Steve with silk threads.
The outfit was no different from the old butler he knew, and of course the fighting style was no different either.
"We've been fighting here forever, when can we go and behead him?"
Bucky shook his repaired mechanical arm and threw out a few metal parts, saying with an ugly expression.
The SHIELD team originally came for the decapitation operation, but now they are blocked halfway. This is not good news.
Although Bucky's metal hand has been repaired, its strength has dropped significantly.
After all, Hydra's technology is more focused on materials than SHIELD's.
"Matthew!"
Steve shouted Matthew's name, then rushed over with his shield in front of him.
Although the silk thread in Walter's hand is strong, it is still ineffective compared to a shield made of vibranium mixed with Edmond alloy.
When Matthew heard this cry, his body was also filled with anger.
He held the weapon in front of him and charged in Walter's direction.
The mace and hand ax broke through the blockade of Walter's special silk thread, and then hit the handsome young Walter's chest.
Ma Xie tilted his head back, intending to add another headbutt at the moment of impact.
"ha!"
Casillas roared loudly and rushed sideways from one side of the blood river to the other, his whole body covered in red blood.
When faced with enemies that are not strong enough, barbarians are unimpeded harvesters.
Casillas felt the joy of rampaging fighting that Canuck mentioned. The enemy was turned into pieces under the huge force, which made him completely excited.
"Who is our enemy? Is it the vampire or those madmen?"
Rumlow roared. Although he was ready to fight Accardo, the vampire ancestor was currently on the same front as them.
Blocking the river of blood is just that the souls of these dead are about to attack all life.
Especially the souls of those guys dressed as church paladins don't look like kind-hearted believers at all, they all exude the aura of madness.
"It's both. It doesn't seem like there's anything worth caring about about love."
Gabriel appeared at this place with some minor injuries. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he seemed to be in good spirits.
"Gabriel?"
Rumlow put his giant hammers behind him, guarding against the angel who suddenly appeared.
Gabriel's arrival made the undead in the blood river begin to turn around as if they were facing a natural enemy.
"Excuse me, have you seen a demon covered in pitch black?"
Gabriel asked with a gentle smile, because the diversion of the Blood River has made the pressure on several people here much less.
At least now they can concentrate their efforts to face this difficult guy Walter.
Gabriel gained the upper hand in the battle with Mephisto's clone. After all, that clone was the first echelon targeted by the Inprius Flame.
He escaped from Gabriel's pursuit after paying a heavy price, and his current situation is not good at all.
If he had been any weaker, he would not have been able to disobey the order of the body being beaten in hell and hit the holy flame that blocked the passage.
The hell king in hell is being beaten violently by three barbarians.
Basically, it is being ravaged by six feet in turn using "earthquakes", "trampling on the earth", and "landslides and cracks in the ground".
Boots of more than fifty yards kept leaving footprints on his face, which felt very sour.
Now it seems that the three barbarians are more evil, while the only two hell monarchs are rolling around on the ground like doormats.
"Are you talking about that guy who looks like black mist?"
Steve yelled loudly.
Matthew used the weapon throwing and brute force throwing skills not far behind Walter.
The hand ax flew toward the black mist with a flash of electric light, making a whistling sound.
"Gabriel, do you think I will be helpless?"
The black mist let out a roar and immediately got into Walter's body.
Although the first round of battle with Gabriel has been declared a failure, the second round can now begin!
The people who made the deal with him were not only the guys in the last group, but also the Murdoc who wanted to escape!
Murdoc provided him with a powerful enough body, and he also told Murdoc the "effective" escape method.
Walter is the channel through which Murdoc fulfills his contract. This body contains the demon blood collected by Mephisto's clone, and even incorporates a bit of his own energy.
It is precisely because of this that he can rush into this powerful body that transcends human limitations without any hindrance.
And he just told Murdoc: "As long as you become stronger, you can leave." This is indeed an effective method.
Because he does not intend to weaken his own power, his recent transactions have been conditional on "information methods."
Even with his extraordinary wisdom, Murdoc, who had never dealt with demons, did not expect Mephisto's clone to be so short-lived, and had no intention of making the next transaction.
This is actually not surprising.
Because this clone has wanted to get rid of the name "Mephisto" for a long time.
Originally he was able to achieve this goal this time, but it was just bad luck.
"Of course I know you will be prepared, but have you ever thought that your contractor is not as stupid as you think?"
Gabriel looked at the Mephisto clone that rushed into Walter's body with a mocking look on his face.
This body is not as perfect as Mephisto's clone imagined.
Because it's not just demons that Murdoc seeks help from!
People with high IQ who are aware of extraordinary existence will not make the mistake of putting all their eggs in one basket.
Walter’s body transformation has the power of an angel!
Measured by the intensity of Walter's body light, it is no longer weaker than the Van Helsing incarnated by Gabriel hundreds of years ago.
His body can be used as a support for the coming of demons, and it can also accommodate the soul of an angel!
And the power of Accardo, the vampire, turned this body into a cage!
The souls of demons and angels must decide the winner in this body before it ends, and in this process Walter's will will also awaken!
When the battle between angels and demons ends, the winner will help him fight against Accardo!
This was the condition Walter accepted before accepting Murdoc's transformation.
The last brigade is also an enemy for Walter. He can temporarily tolerate the enemy in order to regain his peak and fight Accardo, but when there is a better choice, he has no reason to refuse!
"Mephisto's clone, you are dead!"
Gabriel wore a subtle smile, his blond hair swaying in the wind, and a blue light flashed behind him, rushing into Walter's body.
The road ahead is now clear!
Steve and the others can continue to complete their beheading mission!
The group of people walked towards the place where the airship crashed with a murderous look on their faces, where the trigger for all this was waiting for them to harvest.
Accardo, on the other hand, held the long sword in his hand upside down and slowly appeared at the end of the street. He looked at Walter in front of him with a somewhat sighing look.
Aging is too cruel to human beings, and the strong will eventually become weak.
Even smart people can become stupid, and the fear of "becoming weak" will eventually lead human beings to embark on a less beautiful path.
Walter, as Accardo's former comrade-in-arms and a powerful human being whom he recognized, was finally coming to an end.
Accardo's hair was swaying in the state wind, and his stubbled face looked a little sad.
Accardo, who has a public image of being pierced, has more of a human flavor than the monstrous appearance.
He inserted the long sword in his hand on the ground, looking a little nostalgic.
"Vampire Accardo, are you also troubled by emotions?"
Father Anderson stood behind Accardo with a bayonet in his hand, his tone erratic.
What he believed in was not an illusory God, but the Archangel of Courage Impris who once resided in his body.
The courage to defend everything and the determination to never regret is what he mastered after coming into contact with Impris.
He will not show mercy to monsters, because the Archangel of Courage is also so stubborn.
He will not treat non-believers gently, because Prius never treats non-angel beings harshly.
But Anderson, like Imprius, is bright!
Because the Nephalem learned to be tolerant after Prius beheaded the Great Demon, Anderson's attitude towards life is also full of compassion.
The two have become more and more similar as they get along, and Father Anderson can now be called a disciple of courage.
In Anderson's eyes, Imperial is his master!
Others in the church were too far away from Anderson to truly see the being who could be called "the Lord."
His faith will not waver!
"Anderson, Alexander Anderson! Can you send me to eternal sleep?"
Accardo's voice was as weak as a whisper.
The birth of the vampire Accardo itself is a blasphemy against faith.
As pious as Accardo himself was, he hated the gods even after his death.
Not long ago, he personally experienced the resurrection of the gods, because the radiance of the Prius made his body feel so cold that it felt warm for a long time.
That kind of sacredness and vastness was a feeling he had never imagined.
Even when he was humiliated as a slave as a boy, the cross in his hand did not have that kind of radiance and warmth.
"The Vampire Accardo, or the Impaler Dracula. What kind of path have you chosen to exist?"
Father Anderson pushed up his glasses with the palms of his hands, hiding his eyes behind the lenses.
Anderson's understanding of Accardo is no longer limited to the concept of "vampire".
The name Piercing Gong is quite famous.
Alucard and Dracula are just pronounced in opposite order.
"After betraying your faith, you also betrayed the name of Dracula. Have you already regretted calling yourself Accardo?"
Father Anderson's tone was very rude, and the anger contained in facing the existence of monsters was still rising.
"Is faith really necessary for human beings?"
Accardo said with confusion on his face.
"Gods don't need gold armor, but humans do."
Father Anderson took a few steps back, maintaining a relatively appropriate distance from Accardo.
"Belief cannot be used as a bargaining chip, then there will be no connection between humans and gods."
Accardo walked forward, carrying his sword by the way. The river of blood not far away began to gather here. How could a monster face Father Anderson, a powerful human being, alone?
The "Devil King" should be waiting on his throne for the brave man to arrive after overcoming obstacles all the way.
Only then can the brave man be qualified to truly fight the devil.
The Vampire King is ready to face the challenger.
At this time, there are still hundreds of thousands of souls in his blood river, which is not much different from when Van Helsing challenged him.
"Anderson, where are your companions? You alone cannot defeat my soldiers."
Accardo closed his eyes and spoke to Father Anderson.
"teacher!"
At this time, two injured figures fell down from the eaves on one side, and a burst of very regular footsteps came from not far away.
Anderson's disciple, the paladin Heinkel Wolf, and the nun, Takagi Yumie.
And the owner of the footsteps, a young man dressed as an archbishop, walked over on expensive handmade calfskin boots.
The commander-in-chief of the church’s power this time is Archbishop Enric Maxwell!
"Teacher, this church's expedition failed."
Maxwell gathered up his hair and put the hair that was raised in the wind against his scalp.
"Maxwell, have you achieved your ambition?"
Anderson let go of the bayonet in his hand, held his two apprentices in his arms, calmed their hostility towards Maxwell, and then looked at the most proud disciple in front of him and said.
"Who can say now that I am not a big shot? I am the archbishop and a disciple of you, the saint on earth."
Maxwell's face was very calm.
When Anderson awakened Imperius, Maxwell was beside Anderson, and he also had close contact with the miracle that occurred when the Archangel of Courage awakened.
Love power, yearn for glory, and hope that they can always be high!
But Maxwell was also a devout believer.
The moment Father Anderson awakened Imperius, he was known as Alexander St. Anderson.
Are the disciples of the saint worse than the archbishop?
Maxwell, who wanted to be called a master of men, had long since found his own path. A living saint needs a helper to deal with trivial matters.
