Chapter 271 Gabriel and Mephisto’s clone
“Who is this guy?”
Duggan panted and raised the revolver in his hand and drove it towards Walter. The gun, with a cigar soaked in saliva between its teeth, was roaring.
John Wicker casually knocked out a few blood river souls, and looked at Walter who had regained his youth.
“Death!”
John Wick swallowed his saliva and said nervously:
"The God of Death, Walter! I heard the name of this senior when I debuted, but he was a famous person decades ago. He has become the pinnacle of mankind!”
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 down, none of them can 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 a hammer, and took a moment to take a look at the people who were using silk threads to heal the souls. Walter, Matthew's entanglement with Steve.
The outfit was no different from the old butler he knew, and of course the fighting style was no different either.
“We are fighting here endlessly, when can we go and behead people!”
Bucky shook his repaired mechanical arm, threw out a few metal parts, and said 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 more than a bit.
After all, Hydra's technology is more focused on materials than SHIELD's.
"Matthew!"
Steve shouted Matthew's name, then rushed forward with his shield in front of him.
Although the silk thread in Walter's hand is strong, it is still ineffective compared to the vibranium-mixed Edmund alloy shield.
When Matthew heard this cry, he was also filled with anger.
The weapon in his hand was held in front of him and he 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, rushing 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 ancestor of the vampire was currently fighting They are on the same side.
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, they don’t look like kind-hearted believers at all, they all exude an aura of madness.
“It’s both, it seems there’s nothing 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 placed his giant hammers behind his back, guarding against the angel who suddenly appeared.
The arrival of Gabriel 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 made the pressure on the few 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 Imperius 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 monarch in hell is being beaten by three barbarians.
Basically, it is being ravaged by six feet in turn with "earthquake", "earth trampling" and "landslide and ground cracking".
Boots of over 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 the 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 towards the black fog with a piece of electric light, making a whistling sound.
"Gabriel, do you think I will have no backup plan!"
The black mist roared 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!
Mordoc provided him with a powerful enough body, and he also told Murdoc the "effective" escape method.
Walter is the channel for Murdoc to fulfill the 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 power, his recent transactions are all conditional on "informing 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 with mockery on his face. Then the Mephisto clone rushed into Walter's body.
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 that Gabriel incarnated hundreds of years ago.
His body can be used as a support for the coming of demons, and it can naturally accommodate the soul of an angel!
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 the process, Walter's will will also awaken!
After the battle between angels and demons is over, the winner will help him fight against Accardo!
This is the condition that 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 had 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, holding the long sword in his hand upside down, 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 for human beings, and the strong will eventually become weak.
Smart people can also 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 swayed with 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 the illusory God, but the courageous archangel Imprius 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 show no mercy to monsters, for the Archangel of Courage is just as stubborn.
He will not treat non-believers gently, because Imprius never treats non-angel beings lightly.
But Anderson, like Imprius, is bright!
Because the Nephalem learned tolerance 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, Imprius is his master!
Others in the church were too far away from Anderson, because Anderson truly saw a 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 insulted as a slave as a boy, the cross in his hand did not have that radiance and warmth.
"Accardo the Vampire, or Dracula the Impaler. What path have you chosen to exist?"
Father Anderson pushed up his glasses with the bottom of his palm, 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 you betrayed your faith, you also betrayed the name of Dracula. Have you regretted calling yourself Accardo?"
Father Anderson's tone was very impolite, the kind of thing that would happen when faced with the existence of a monster. The anger contained in it is 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.
"Faith cannot be used as a bargaining chip in transactions, then there will be no connection between humans and gods."
Accardo walked forward, carrying his sword by the way. 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 can't defeat my soldiers."
Accardo closed his eyes and said 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 disciples, 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, the church’s expedition failed.”
Maxwell gathered up 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 his bayonet, held his two apprentices in his arms, and comforted them The two were hostile to Maxwell, and then looked at the originally most proud disciple in front of them and said.
"Who can say that I am not a big shot now? I am an 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!
I'm sorry that it was already very late when I woke up. I was so groggy that I only published this two-in-one chapter now.
I will continue to work hard, and there will be more in a while, with a guarantee of at least 6,000, and I will try to see if I can make another two-in-one chapter.
Thank you all.
(End of this chapter)