$260 The Beginning of War!

"Let's start our action. We have to leave something for this world."

Most of the people in the last brigade boarded the airship, which was sponsored by Avant-garde Technology.

Even if Murdoch himself did not admit it, Avant-garde Technology has now been completely tied to the chariot of the last brigade.

Whether it wins or loses, Avant-garde Technology will be firmly marked by the Third Reich. Even if they were born here, this is not a bad reputation they are willing to bear.

Murdoch sat on a chair in the corner with an ugly face.

His extraordinary wisdom is almost useless when facing a group of lunatics.

Because these guys never listen to him, even if he can influence other people's minds, these soldiers have long lost their reason and are full of strong desire for destruction.

There is enough high technology on the airship to avoid being discovered during the flight. What's more terrible is that the major engraved the flag representing endless suffering on the airship and sprayed the Avant-garde Technology logo on it.

And the firepower carried on the airship is enough to deal with less intense wars.

Now Murdoc couldn't get away even if he wanted to. He could only watch the ship sink and pierce the gate of hell with him.

"Hi!"

The officers standing in front of the major stretched out their arms one by one, expressing their nostalgia for the lost crazy empire.

They have been waiting for this feast for too long.

They have also made preparations for war, and they are all looking forward to the arrival of death.

"Gentlemen! I like war! Gentlemen, I like war! Gentlemen! I like war the most!

I like annihilation war! I like blitzkrieg war! I like strike war! I like defense war! I like encirclement war! I like breakthrough war! I like retreat war! I like mopping-up war! I like retreat war..."

The slightly fat major stepped on the corpse of his former superior with one foot and began to speak loudly to the soldiers in front of him.

The parallelism like the raging waves tells the cruelty of war and the fanaticism of this crazy leader.

His speech is full of descriptions of the tragic scenes of war, full of admiration and yearning for war.

That enthusiasm soon spread to everyone on the airship.

The whispers gradually turned into thunderous cheers, and this fanatical war machine began to move.

The major had personally understood his superior in front of the soldiers not long ago. This catastrophe could not be stopped by the thoughts of just one person.

The only possibility for those who hinder the tide is victory or destruction.

These soldiers have lost their human appearance. The twisted demon horns and bright red skin, plus the goat hooves, have made them lose the last trace of being human.

Even though the research on demonization is not yet mature, these vampire-transformed soldiers still happily accepted this new power.

Now they are no longer the same.

"What are you longing for! Do you want a more intense war? Do you want a ruthless war like dirt? Do you want a storm-like fight to kill all the crows in the three thousand worlds at the end of the iron wind, thunder and fire?"

The major's speech was about to come to an end. Captain Dubelbruff, who was standing beside him, lowered his hat and stood there without saying a word.

Now he was the only one who was pure in the last brigade. Even if he was a pure werewolf, he was better than those vampires and demons.

Captain Werewolf wanted to sleep from the beginning. He was just a silent person swept by the waves.

As a pure werewolf, he had enjoyed the battlefield and was intoxicated by the strange excitement brought by the blood.

But now he just wanted to sleep.

The major raised his arms and shouted, enjoying the fanatical praise of the soldiers in front of him. The next battle was about to begin.

The word "war" came out from the mouths of the soldiers, and they were even more fanatical with the power of the devil.

The immortality of vampires and the power of demons mixed into the ghost of this crazy empire!

Mephisto appeared in the shadows not far away, with excitement on his face.

According to the contract, the souls formed by the lives killed by these soldiers will belong to his control.

The larger the scale of the war, the stronger he will be.

With just a few hundred thousand souls, he can completely escape the control of the original body in hell.

As long as he slowly wanders in the human world and collects souls, he will become the king of hell walking in the human world!

Freedom has a completely different meaning for his clone.

The joy of deciding the next move with his own will makes the clone of the king of hell begin to smile.

As for Neve's revenge?

He doesn't care.

Just like even if Mephisto's original body came, he couldn't kill Neve, Neve couldn't kill him, the clone of the devil of hell!

Among the fanatical soldiers below, there were agents who originally belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., but after many transformations, these agents also lost their minds and became crazy together.

The Third Reich used their unique methods to change these originally unwavering agents in a short period of time.

Discipline creates strength! Team creates strength!

And this strength is crowned with the crown of "glory" to create action!

Beings who couldn't find their own place found themselves in this crazy collective, so they became even crazier!

This is what the Third Reich did, and in this way it created the storm of the Mad Empire.

When people are caught in a wave, no one is consciously aware of what they have done.

They will only say "I just did what I was supposed to do" and hide all the cruelty and injustice within the collective.

Those who are awake are naturally ostracized and either drown in the tide or become part of the splash.

And how many of the agents are awake?

In other words, how many people in the world are truly awake?

Just recognizing what you look like is hard enough.

"Gentlemen! Let's create hell together!"

The major said the last sentence with his usual smile.

He may not have wanted to make this expression, but with most of his body completely transformed into a machine, he couldn't do anything else except these specific expressions.

Perhaps his enthusiasm and fanaticism are complicated, but these are irrelevant.

The wave has begun to move, and even the people who started it have trouble stopping it.

The major grinned and shouted loudly, throwing himself into this complete carnival!

His vision was blocked by his glasses, and he could only see a pair of shining lenses emitting a cold light at the soldiers!

Everyone knows that he has his own goals, but the soldiers no longer care, they just want a grand ending!

The soldiers' fanatical roars echoed throughout the airship that was about to take off.

With a burst of shaking, the war is about to begin!

…

"Report, the last group has begun to take action! The church's armed forces have also arrived around London. We have not found out what method the last group will use."

In SHIELD, Nick Fury quietly watched the agent in front of him reporting the news, and then silently picked up the landline phone on the table.

Landline phones that are only connected to internal lines are particularly useful when conveying instructions.

"Duggan, let's go!"

Nick Fury just finished saying this, then turned his head and looked at Coulson in front of him with some hesitation.

"Now, you can enjoy some time off."

Nick Fury is not going to send Coulson to Helsing to take over Steve's job as originally thought.

This is a war, and Coulson is not suitable to join the battlefield directly.

"Director, Captain America is right there, and fighting with him is one of my biggest dreams."

Coulson lowered his head and said.

He has no intention of escaping. As long as this battle is necessary, he is willing to sacrifice his life.

"Not many people in SHIELD can intervene in this war. This is a war between extraordinary beings and ordinary humans. Our individual power is too small."

Nick Fury sat at the table, his eyes wandering.

With London becoming the main battlefield, he did not have the courage to directly cross Britain and use nuclear weapons.

This kind of thing is not something to be ridiculed.

Nick Fury feels that even if the battlefield is in New York, those stinking politicians will not be crazy enough to drop nuclear weapons on the mainland.

Now, the battle is no longer equal.

"Director, if the situation gets out of control, nuclear weapons will be the last resort. For the sake of hundreds of thousands of people, we should also devote our greatest efforts to defeat the enemy."

Coulson raised his head and said competitively.

He was dissatisfied with the fact that Britain had refused aid from other countries, and now only a small force could be sent there.

The British are not arrogant, but they are still full of confidence because of the vampire named Accardo.

Accardo's power has been proven in the war, and they are confident that they can put out the flames of war caused by the last group.

"If you don't need a vacation, then continue hunting down Hydra!"

Nick Fury stopped Coulson's application with a stern voice.

Nick Fury believes that humans can win the battle against native creatures, even if he has his hand on that old-fashioned pager.

"If you insist."

Coulson slammed the door angrily for the first time and disappeared without a trace.

He didn't know that Nick Fury had used the Howling Commandos to carry out this beheading operation.

Nick Fury miscalculated the situation of this war.

The last brigade is not about world domination, nor is it about seeking profit.

They simply want a bright enough ending.

Killing Accardo was the most glorious result they knew.

All for destruction, for war itself.

Even the most sophisticated analysts in the world cannot imagine what these madmen are planning.

Beheading operations can't stop these madmen from killing.