175 Why Should Non-Human Laws Judge Humans?

"Fire!"

A loud shout came from the vampire soldiers, and then dense bullets poured out like a rainstorm.

The body of the Ghost Rider was shaking like epilepsy, and he was hit by the ammunition head-on.

The spirit of revenge in the Ghost Rider was completely awakened by sin, and Mephisto's mission was completely forgotten.

Although the vampire soldiers had much stronger immortality, their performance in battle was not that outstanding.

If they were in a one-on-one battle, they didn't seem to be much stronger than those human elites.

When facing the Ghost Rider, they had no good way except to suppress firepower continuously.

Especially, there was no high-end combat power among them.

Facing the killing of the real extraordinary, this struggle seemed a bit tragic, if it weren't for the blood on the corners of those guys' mouths.

"Ah~~~"

A rhythmic roar came from the Ghost Rider's mouth. Who knows how a skeleton can make such a layered sound.

The iron chain that fell to the ground during the previous battle with Hellboy was given life and meandered along the ground until it touched his flaming hand bones.

The flames of hell suddenly rose, and the Ghost Rider waved the iron chain like holding a shield made of flames.

The bullets turned into molten iron under the high temperature of the flames and sprinkled around.

The body of the skeleton was like a shadow shrouding the hearts of the vampire soldiers. The body of the Ghost Rider drew a strange dotted line and appeared in the middle of the soldiers.

"Judgment!"

The iron chain wrapped in the flames of hell broke the soldiers around him like a piece of paper, turning them into ashes.

"Lieutenant!"

The vampire soldiers began to shout, as if they wanted to get support.

There was quite a bit of unwillingness when facing a desperate situation on the battlefield.

However, their shouts were not responded to, and the Ghost Rider launched a thorough killing of them.

...

"Major, isn't it a bit cruel to just give up on them?"

Warrant Officer Schrodinger leaned forward slightly and asked the man who was sitting high in the main seat.

The man called the major was a little bloated, with his hands supported on his chin with white gloves.

The whole face was hidden in the shadow, only a pair of glasses were reflecting the faint blue light.

"Oh? Then Warrant Officer Schrodinger, who do you think among us can fight that skeleton? Don't forget our goal."

Warrant Officer Schrodinger smiled innocently like a child, and the cat ears on his head trembled a few times.

"In that case, Captain Belbrough should be able to win, and Lieutenant Liberfanwink, and even Lieutenant Thorinbriz should be able to do it."

Warrant Officer Schrodinger's tail swung restlessly a few times.

"So, who will continue our plan?"

The man called the major picked up a hamburger from the armrest of the seat and stuffed it directly into his mouth, speaking vaguely.

"That werewolf is still far worse than we hoped."

In front of him was the head of the werewolf from the Howling Commandos, with a disdainful smile on his lips.

"It's much worse than Captain Belbrough, but why don't we continue to collect materials?"

Warrant Officer Schrodinger suddenly appeared behind the major, with a pair of amber eyes that seemed to be flashing.

"The day we are waiting for won't be too far away, and now we need the last bit of patience."

The bloated body stood up from the chair, and the body of the major, Montana Max, made a unique friction sound of rusty metal.

...

"By the way, is the matter here a little complicated?"

Matthew looked at the Hellboy who was waving his fist like a garlic pestle in front of him, and clenched his weapon in his hand.

The battle deep in the base could not escape his perception. Although he didn't know the dress of those vampire soldiers, he knew that this kind of non-human army was definitely full of stinking scum.

"It's not complicated. Just send all the demons back to hell and crush all the monsters."

The Hellboy's windbreaker was covered with meat sauce from the Witch Heart Demon. This image may stimulate the appetite of some guys with unique hobbies.

To be honest, it really looks like Lao Gan Ma was sprinkled on the body.

"Then I will go and deal with those guys inside. I can't stand this stench."

Matthew directly stepped over the Witch Heart Demon on the ground and walked towards the depths of the base.

The weapon was held in his hand, and a trace of red light could be vaguely seen.

"We have been abandoned!"

A vampire who looked like a commander said in a calm tone while firing.

His face was covered with dark red blood, which was a souvenir from the werewolf's flesh and blood after it dried.

"Although this is not the grand war we expected, it is also worth being happy to die in battle!"

The commander threw the submachine gun with no bullets in his hand aside, took out the pistol at his waist and charged at the Ghost Rider.

"Die!"

The Ghost Rider let out a low roar that was difficult for a human to make, as loud and harsh as a sound machine that had been interfered with.

Their battle was drawing to a close at this point.

Vampires transformed by mass-production-level technology have no magical powers. They are just waiting for the end of a war.

This is the carnival before the end!

"Dang~dang! Dang~dang!"

The mace in Matthew's hand hit the metal wall casually, and he walked over in an orderly manner, as if he had measured the distance.

"You bastards, are you ready to be torn into pieces?"

Matthew tilted his ears, as if he wanted to hear a response other than a scream.

"You! Guilty!"

The iron chain in the Ghost Rider's hand was swung directly towards Matthew. As for the soldiers, they became flying ashes under the flames of hell!

"I'm curious, what crime are you talking about?"

Matthew stuck the extended iron lock on the ground with an axe, and a mockery appeared on his handsome face.

Just like human laws are ineffective against demons, why should demon laws judge humans? ?

The court that accepted the complaint from heaven was trampled to pieces by the Crusaders, but why can God judge human sins without any reason?

As a lawyer, Matthew is full of ridicule about the punishments in heaven and hell.

An existence that treats fairness as nothing and tries to teach humans about fairness.

This in itself is unfair.

The driver of Ghost Rider most of the time is not his own will, but the almost crazy spirit of revenge.

The spirit of vengeance will not answer this kind of question. He is just killing everything in the name of "judgment" according to his own standards.

Of course, he still uses the hell flames of Zathanos from hell!