Chapter 272 Maxwell’s Will
“Teacher, I want to know now how you plan to break through the blood river after losing all the power of the Paladin?”
Maxwell’s face had a look on his face. Looking at the river of blood heading towards them with a smile, his expression was a bit sinister.
"Who knew that demons would appear in this place, Hellboy is really a trouble."
Father Anderson's expression was not good either.
The reason Maxwell came here was to promote the power of the church and collect faith, but the gathered paladins did not come here to die.
Between Accardo’s blood river and the demons of hell, the demons of hell are more dangerous.
If Hellboy hadn't drawn the Sword in the Stone, the Paladin Legion would have been enough to consume Accardo's blood river.
This is a tacit understanding between the church and the last brigade, and Accardo is the common enemy of both parties.
What the last group wants is to die in the war. These lunatics who want to destroy themselves have no intention of ruling the world.
"So, teacher, if I use the Holy Nail, will I become a saint like you?"
Maxwell had a smile on his face.
This young man who is determined to become a master finally has some conscience, perhaps because Father Anderson's status is different from before.
The gap between an executioner of the Thirteenth Division and a saint cannot be measured by reason for the church.
Now Anderson is the spokesperson of the gods in the world. This is not the illusory gods, but the courageous archangel who has just shown some power.
The church will not cause unnecessary ill feelings to Father Anderson at this time.
"I don't know, but when you become that guy, you will never go back to where you are now."
Anderson closed his eyes slightly and said.
The shock can be seen on Takagi Yumijia's face.
Maxwell was the unpopular type among Father Anderson's disciples, and his overly strong purpose made him very dislikeable.
"My goal has been achieved. Now it's time for me to do something for you. Teacher."
Maxwell's expression became a little crazy, and you could even see the innermost part of it through his laughing mouth. That tooth.
He pulled out a wooden box wrapped with broken gauze from his pocket, and his eyes revealed the madness of giving everything.
"The fragrance of miracles! The last holy relic besides the Holy Cloth, the Spear of Longinus and the Holy Cross, the Holy Nail of Helena!"
Akka With a little dissatisfaction on his face, Duo looked at Maxwell in front of him and said:
"I thought you would stand in front of me as humans. Are you going to abandon your human identity and become a weak monster like me?"
The armor on Accardo's body is covered with spikes. There was a flash of blood.
The blood spread on the ground formed sharp thorns, hanging the corpse high in the air.
"Now is not the time for your dedication! Maxwell!"
Anderson said seriously as he looked at the silver-white nail.
Although he was prepared to pierce the nail into his heart at the beginning, he still gave up this plan.
Monsters are monsters, and Anderson is full of dissatisfaction with the existence of monsters.
As an apostle of the Archangel Imperius, Anderson's faith changed quietly.
Who can understand the will of "God" like him?
Anderson's identity merged with Prius' will.
"It's just a river of blood. Those dead will eventually fall like dead grass swept by the cold wind. You don't need to do this." The holy flame on Father Anderson's body began to burn blazingly.
"Teacher, when I became a master of human beings, I discovered that this road has no end. There are gods above humans! There are also monsters!"
Maxwell's eyes turned red:
"How can a human being compare to monsters and gods? This time, let me experience the feeling of truly transcending human beings! My life It exists to stand at the top!”
"Stupid!"
Accardo's beard trembled as he spoke, showing his hatred for turning into a monster.
As a being who has personally experienced this feeling, Accardo has a more determined attitude towards all inhuman monsters than Father Anderson.
"How stupid it is to become a 'weak' monster like me and feel that nothing can move you anymore!"
There was a long-lost emotion in Accardo's voice. He lost his emotions and spoke like a roar.
"Then why did you turn that policewoman into a vampire? Silas Victoria? Or Dragulina? Or Mina 1 Harker? You created a monster, and then relying on the existence of the monster, we created another "Monster."
The major's voice came from a TV on the side, and the half-broken face could still be seen with a mocking smile.
“I still have things to do, so the communication facilities will stay here!”
Warrant Officer Schrödinger shouted with an excited smile, and the cat ears on his head twitched a few times. , and then disappeared again.
Schrödinger's cat still retains curiosity about things like Weeping Angels. The similar existence made him feel for the first time that he did not seem to be alone.
"That's the path they chose."
Accardo's hair began to sway in the wind, his expression sad.
The moment he was crucified by Van Helsing, Mina Harker, the vampire, lost her asylum.
The girl who now exists in his memory has been turned into a skull, and a metal plate with the name "Mina Harker" is nailed to the skull, which was used as material.
The skeleton is in the crashed airship not far away. Now Murdoc is looking at the female skeleton with a serious expression on his huge head.
"Because monsters can't stand being alone."
Father Anderson said as he pushed up his glasses.
He did not intend to use violence to stop his disciple's choice, but he needed to confirm whether it was Maxwell's own will to become a monster.
"Who among all thoughtful things can endure loneliness? Vampires are such weak monsters that rely on the blood and souls of others for their existence."
The major's voice came from the TV It came out, and you could still vaguely hear the roar of the barbarians from the other end.
It seemed that Steve and his team had arrived at the scene and started the final battle.
"Then let's get started. Let's end the battle between us before Walter wakes up."
Accardo waved the long sword in his hand and said casually.
If he died in the hands of Anderson, a human, then Walter would have to go to the end of his life with regret.
If he wins, then Walter will get a chance to fight him.
As long as he died in the hands of humans in the end, there would be no regrets.
Perhaps except for Integura, a young woman who was only twenty-three years old, Accardo owed nothing to anyone.
(End of this chapter)