271 Gabriel and Mephisto's Clones

"Who is this guy?"

Dugan panted and raised the revolver in his hand and shot at Walter, biting a cigar soaked with saliva and roaring.

John Wick casually blew up a few blood river souls, and his eyes turned to the young Walter.

"Death!"

John Wick swallowed his saliva and said nervously:

"Death, Walter! I heard the name of this senior when I debuted, but he became the pinnacle of mankind decades ago!"

Since a guy like Walter exists, it is impossible to leave no trace.

As a member of the non-mainstream killer, Walter is a very famous guy in the dark side.

This group of hyena-like killers, as long as they can be passed on by name, none of them are the kind of people who shoot from a long distance.

There are countless operations such as car chases, bullets turning, and pencil killings. It seems that there is no problem with adding a wire cutting.

"Isn't this the old butler in Helsing?"

Rumlow smashed dozens of souls in the blood river with a hammer, and took a look at Walter who was entangled with Matthew and Steve with silk thread.

The outfit was no different from the old butler he knew, and of course the fighting style was no different.

"We are fighting here endlessly, when can we go to behead!"

Bucky shook his repaired mechanical arm, threw out a few metal parts, and said with a grim face.

The SHIELD team originally came for the beheading operation, but now they are blocked halfway, which is not good news.

Although Bucky's metal hand has been repaired, its strength has dropped by more than one level.

After all, Hydra's technology is more focused on materials than SHIELD.

"Matthew!"

Steve shouted Matthew's name, and then rushed over with the shield in front of him.

Although the silk thread in Walter's hand is strong, it is still ineffective compared to the shield of vibranium mixed with Edmund alloy.

When Matthew heard the shout, he was filled with anger.

He charged in the direction of Walter with the weapon in his hand in front of him.

The mace and hand axe broke through the blockade of Walter's special silk thread, and then smashed into the chest of the handsome young man Walter.

Matthew tilted his head back, intending to add another headbutt at the moment of impact.

"Ha!"

Casillas roared loudly, rushed from one side of the blood river to the other side, and his whole body was covered with bloody blood.

When facing an enemy with insufficient strength, the barbarian is an unhindered harvester.

Casillas felt the joy of the reckless battle mentioned by Canuk, and the enemy was broken into pieces under the huge force, which made him completely excited.

"Who is our enemy? Is it that vampire or those lunatics?"

Rumlow roared. Although he was ready to fight Akado, the vampire ancestor was on the same front with them.

Blocking the blood river was just the souls of the dead who were about to attack all life.

Especially the souls of those guys dressed as church paladins, they didn't look like kind believers at all, and they all exuded a crazy breath.

"Both, it seems that there is nothing worth worrying about."

Gabriel appeared in this place with some insignificant injuries. Although his image was a little embarrassed, his mental state seemed to be very good.

"Gabriel?"

Rumlow placed his two-handed giant hammer diagonally behind him, guarding against the angel who suddenly appeared.

Gabriel's arrival made the undead in the blood river start to turn around as if they were facing a natural enemy.

"Excuse me, have you seen a black demon?"

Gabriel asked with a gentle smile, because the diversion of the blood river reduced the pressure on the few people here.

At least now they can focus on Walter, the tough guy.

Gabriel had the upper hand in the battle with Mephisto's clone, after all, that clone was the first echelon of the target of the Holy Flame of Imprus.

He escaped from Gabriel's pursuit after paying a heavy price, and his current situation is not good at all.

If he was weaker, he would not be able to disobey the order of the original body in hell who was being beaten and hit the Holy Flame that blocked the passage.

The Hell Lord in hell was being beaten up by three barbarians.

Basically, he was being ravaged by six legs in turn with "earthquake", "earth trampling" and "land collapse".

Boots over 50 yards long kept leaving footprints on his face, which felt very sour.

Now it seems that the three barbarians seem to be more evil, and the remaining two Hell Lords are rolling on the ground like punching bags.

"Are you talking about that black fog guy?"

Steve shouted loudly.

Matthew used the weapon throwing skill brute force throwing towards a position not far behind Walter.

The hand axe flew towards the black fog with a flash of lightning, making a "woooo" sound.

"Gabriel, do you think I have no backup plan?"

The black fog roared and immediately drilled into Walter's body.

Although the first round of battle with Gabriel had already been declared a failure, the second round can now begin!

The people who made deals with him were not just the guys in the last brigade, but also Murdoc who wanted to escape!

Murdoc provided him with a strong enough body, and he also told Murdoc the "effective" way to escape.

Walter was the channel for Murdoc to fulfill the contract. This body contained the demon blood collected by Mephisto's clone, and even incorporated some of his own energy.

It was because of this that he could rush into this powerful body that surpassed human limitations without any obstacles.

And he just told Murdoc: "As long as you become stronger, you can leave." This is indeed an effective method.

Because he did not intend to weaken his own strength, his recent transactions were all based on "telling the method" as a condition.

Murdoc, who had never dealt with demons, did not expect that Mephisto's clone would be so short-lived and had no intention of making the next transaction even though he had extraordinary wisdom.

This is actually not surprising.

Because this clone has wanted to get rid of the name "Mephisto" for a long time.

Originally, he could have achieved this goal this time, but he was just unlucky.

"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 who rushed into Walter's body with a sneer on his face.

This body is not as perfect as Mephisto's clone imagined.

Because the existence that MODOK seeks help from is not just a demon!

A highly intelligent person who knows about the existence of the extraordinary will not make the mistake of putting all his eggs in one basket.

Walter's body transformation contains the power of angels!

Walter's body is measured by strength alone, and it is no weaker than Van Helsing, who was incarnated by Gabriel hundreds of years ago.

His body can be used as a carrier for the arrival of demons, and naturally it can also accommodate the soul of an angel!

And the power of the vampire Akado turned this body into a cage!

The souls of demons and angels must be determined in this body before it ends, and in this process, Walter's will will also awaken!

After the battle between angels and demons is over, the winner will help him fight Akado!

This is the condition that Walter accepted before accepting the transformation of MODOK.

The last brigade is also an enemy to Walter. He can temporarily tolerate the enemy in order to restore his peak and fight Akado, but he has no reason to refuse if there is a better choice!

"Mephisto's clone, you are dead!"

Gabriel smiled subtly, his blond hair fluttering in the wind, and a blue light flashed behind him, and he rushed into Walter's body.

The road ahead is now clear!

Steve and the others can continue to complete their decapitation mission!

The group walked towards the place where the airship fell with murderous intent, where the fuse of all this was waiting for their harvest.

Akado, holding the long sword in his hand upside down, slowly appeared at the end of the street, and he looked at Walter in front of him with some sighs.

Aging is too cruel for humans, and the strong will eventually become weak.

The smart ones will become stupid, and the fear of "becoming weak" will eventually lead humans to a less beautiful path.

Walter, as Akado's former comrade-in-arms and a powerful human recognized by him, finally had to face the end.

Akado's hair swayed in the breeze, and his stubbled face looked a little sad.

Akado, who showed himself with a piercing public image, had a more human breath than that weird look.

He inserted the long sword in his hand into the ground, looking a little nostalgic.

"Vampire Akado, are you also troubled by emotions?"

Father Anderson stood behind Akado with a bayonet in his hand, his tone erratic.

What he believed in was not the illusory God, but the Archangel of Courage Inprius who once lived in his body.

The courage to defend everything and the determination to never regret were what he mastered after he came into contact with Inprius.

He would not show mercy to the monsters, because the Archangel of Courage was so stubborn.

He will not treat non-believers gently, because Imprus never treats non-angels well.

But Anderson, like Imprus, is bright!

After Imprus beheaded the Great Demon, Nephalem learned to tolerate, and Anderson's attitude towards life is also full of mercy.

The two are more and more similar in the process of getting along, and Father Anderson can now be called a believer of courage.

In Anderson's eyes, Imprus is his Lord!

Others in the church are too far away from Anderson, because Anderson has truly seen the existence that can be called "Lord".

His faith will not waver!

"Anderson, Alexander Anderson! Can you send me to eternal sleep?"

Akado's voice is weak, like a whisper.

The birth of the vampire Akado itself is a blasphemy against faith.

Akado himself is so pious that he hates God after his death.

Not long ago, he personally experienced the resurrection of the gods. The light from Prius made his cold body feel warm again after a long time.

That kind of sacredness and grandeur was something he had never imagined.

Even when he was humiliated as a slave as a boy, the cross in his hand did not have that radiant warmth.

"Vampire Accardo, or Dracula the Impaler. 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 regretted calling yourself Accardo?"

Father Anderson's tone was very rude, and the anger contained in facing the monster's existence 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, holding his sword in hand. The blood river 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 will the brave be qualified to truly fight the Demon King.

The Vampire King is ready to face his challenger.

At this time, there are still hundreds of thousands of souls in his blood river. This number 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 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, Archbishop Enric Maxwell!

"Teacher, this church's expedition failed."

Maxwell gathered his hair and put the strands of hair that were raised in the wind against his scalp.

"Maxwell, have you achieved your ambition?"

Anderson released 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.

This person can only be him, Enric Maxwell!