Chapter 384 A sudden reunion
“Who is it?”
Daofeng said with the knife in his hand, sunglasses on his face, and his eyes could not be seen clearly.
What Coulson can confirm is that this guy's eyes must not be very good-looking.
Maybe it’s peach blossom eyes or something.
"Then why would I tell you? At least you have to explore this secret yourself."
Colson smiled sideways, like a joke.
Send the old lady who is less than 70 years old on her shoulders a little higher.
Peggy Carter coughed violently and could not say any complete words for the time being.
“It’s all nonsense.”
As the Blade Warrior spoke, he fired the submachine gun in his hand.
This time it’s not the special silver bullets, just ordinary ammunition.
After all, Nick Fury said when he contacted him, the enemy is not those vampire bastards.
Specially made ammunition is also a considerable expense for the Blade Warriors.
Especially when he has not yet started working seriously.
Blade's income, apart from what Nick Fury quietly carved out from the funds, comes from taking advantage of the vampire bastards.
But this business blader is just a part-time job and has no intention of treating it as a career.
Ding Ding Dang~
The bullets landed in front of Coulson, but they were all blocked by a figure.
A pair of sharp canine teeth stood in the sun, and the Blade Warrior's body began to tremble.
A handsome and handsome face, and a pale face that looked like it had just been painted.
There was still a mean look on that face.
"Dracula!"
"Accardo!"
Two shouts, shouting two different names.
Integra couldn't hold back his emotions either.
The reunion came suddenly, breaking through the inner defenses of this powerful woman.
"Ha, I am Dracula now, and I am more comfortable than that Acard."
Dracula turned around and blocked Coulson. in front of.
Of course there is no reason for his sudden appearance, but it is more important for him to deal with acquaintances now.
"Where have you been!"
Integura shouted loudly, with a hint of hope in his harsh tone.
Accardo will not die, she is sure of this.
In other words, the trust in the vampire named Accardo has exceeded all common sense.
Even the despair that this belief evolved into was just the fear that he would never see the vampire again in his lifetime.
Human life is ultimately short.
The love between an old woman and a vampire boy is not very attractive even if it is written into a novel.
"I have something to do, and the matter between you and me has come to an end. Integra~"
Dracula has already stood by Integra Behind him, he said to the slender neck.
Looks like he will bite it at any time.
He opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue to trace Integra's neck, but in the end he did not bite hard.
It is daytime now, and he is no longer the servant of the Helsing family.
Some things can no longer be done.
Dracula appeared in the middle, opening his cloak.
That look is a bit strange, but if it appears on the stage, it will look much normal.
"As for why I appear here, that's probably what you should ask, but I don't want to tell you."
With a smile on his face, Dracula glanced at the sun in the sky.
Green smoke appeared on his skin, but it soon had no effect due to his recovery ability.
The feeling of being burned by the sun was a bit novel. He had never had bubbles before when he was Accardo.
“What have you done to yourself!?”
Integra asked seriously.
The Accardo she knew would not be burned by the sun. The guy in front of her had changed.
Dracula just smiled and said nothing.
While he was temporarily putting down his work on the Weeping Angels, he hooked up with an interesting guy.
A little bit of intention to cooperate was reached.
This cooperation would not allow him to break his promise to the barbarians, but it was not harmless either.
He stretched out his hand with two rings, one black and one white.
Dracula has seen death!
Death cannot kill him from time, but it can take away some of his ability to move.
For the sake of his own existence and freedom of will, Dracula chose to cooperate.
It's just that this part of the matter cannot be discussed with Integra and those barbarians.
At this time, the Blade Warrior finally got rid of the embarrassment of standing there shaking like Parkinson's, and raised the knife in his hand tremblingly.
Isn’t fighting a bad thing? Death is not something to regret for him.
He had a strange feeling in the dark. He would get a lot of benefits by killing Dracula in front of him. At least getting rid of the blood-sucking bastard in his body would not be a problem.
Annihilation observed the battle from higher up.
Somewhat boring.
But this is a way to study your allies.
The matter of Lord Sky Hammer finally attracted his attention, and Annihilation began to pay attention to Diavolo.
This emphasis only appeared when Diavolo refused to hand over a share of destruction to him.
No one will live alone, and the same goes for annihilation.
When facing guys who were roughly equal to him, his long-awaited IQ was finally awakened.
"Want to fight me? No, your eyes look like you want to kill me."
Dracula said with a smile, but his body became tense. .
From the knife wound in Blade Warrior's hand, he felt some danger.
Death cannot end his life.
Because he exists above the concept of time.
But destruction can still kill his existence.
Just like Annihilation did when it killed Leoric.
And that knife is a small temptation of annihilation.
Dracula appears in this place because he found Diavolo!
Because he has no awe, Dracula doesn't have much fear of the Dread Demon.
And if Diavolo can't kill him, then there's nothing worth caring about.
But Diavolo made an offer that he couldn't refuse, and of course he didn't want to refuse.
Tangled with death!
This is what Diavolo wants him to do. No matter what death wants to do, Dracula only needs to try his best to cause chaos.
Annihilation has told Diavolo some situations.
For example, eternity is now unable to intervene in the battle between them, and death is not good at fighting.
All it takes is one unkillable guy to tangle with to make the battle between the barbarians and the Burning Hell seem equal.
What Diavolo has to pay is to continue the Helsing family and to have a good fighter.
Anyway, Helsing also used vampires as a help in killing monsters before, so now there seems to be no problem with having one more demon.
The demons of the Burning Hell are much easier to use than those weak guys.
"I feel like I can kill you."
Blade's hands finally stopped shaking.
He spoke as if to embolden himself, and the knife in his hand began to spin around him.
“Very interesting.”
Dracula's hands passed through the Blade Warrior's chest and grabbed the weird heart.
Vampires and vampires are not the same thing.
Dracula never considered himself a good person.
With a pop, the heart was completely crushed.
Blade Warrior's body fell forward, and the knife in his hand scratched Dracula's cloak.
Colson looked a little ugly as he carried Peggy Carter, who was about to expire.
"Okay, can you send me away first? Mr. Dracula?"
Colson said this, his face already impatient.
Agent Carter is really about to expire. He still wants to see Peggy Carter as a human being, not a transformed demon.
This is something he and Murdoc discussed.
"You'd better pray that you won't offend me at any time."
Dracula gritted his teeth and said.
By the way, he stepped on the Blade Warrior.
Dracula is very vindictive and despicable.
Now he is not the Vlad III of Accardo, but a hybrid of a demon and a monster in time.
"It doesn't matter. On the other hand, we can't do anything to you, right? Hurry up, I can't wait!"
Colson said this and pointed at the man who was standing there, ready to charge. Integula.
Then this finger said goodbye to him.
"You will always regard me as a nightmare, because any of your actions may offend me, all because of my mood."
Dracula said this.
Then he wrapped Coulson and Peggy Carter in cloaks and disappeared the next moment. Integra walked to the Blade Warrior who was already lying on the ground, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Maybe she has a way to keep the Blade Warriors alive. After all, the Helsing family's trump card is not just a vampire.
That Frankenstein and them are also inextricably linked.
There seems to be no problem with Blade Warrior's body being used for this surgery, at least it is better than death.
...
The moment Colson left the city, Kingpin finally calmed down.
His body was covered with wounds caused by heavy hammers and spears. There was a green rope wrapped around his feet, and the other end was connected to Agent Hill.
"Angel, that's bullshit!"
Kingpin hit Anderson's helmet with a hammer, and then was slapped on the head by Steve's shield.
What was supposed to be a battle of superb skills turned into an outright brawl, which was particularly ugly.
"Then what are you? A lackey!?"
Anderson's helmet was somewhat deformed, but he still accurately penetrated Jin Bin's chest with the spear in his hand.
This is not the first time that effective damage has been caused, but every time the damage is like falling on an inanimate guy.
“I am who I am!”
Kingpin roared, turning his hammer and knocking back Rumlow who had just rushed up.
His body was shaken violently, and it was obvious that he did not feel well after this collision.
"What is your purpose! There is no need to come to this place to cause trouble in Xunsi. There is only one possibility for you to come here, and that is to be put on the operating table and studied!"
Agent Hill Started her unique speaking skills.
Sometimes intimidation is useful.
Especially for a guy like Kingpin, his huge family fortune makes him seem to have no choice.
If SHIELD wants to trip up someone, there are many ways.
The institution that inherited Nick Fury’s black heart will not make things easy for Kingpin.
To this day, Hill still has a hard time understanding why Kingpin is so crazy that he dares to cause trouble in S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Ahem! I think I need a doctor to at least stop the bleeding for me first."
Constantine said while smoking the cigarette he took out of Nick Fury's drawer, and faced Melinda who looked very ugly in front of him.
"As for Lord Tianhammer, I think there is almost no problem."
Constantine pointed to the dining place not far away that was the most suitable for observation with the cigarette in his hand.
Auriel and Imprius are still in that place.
And Constantine happened to remember the existence of these two people.
Especially the power of hope remains fresh in his memory.
"Do you understand?"
Prius said while chewing a hot dog and pointed at Kingpin.
The aura of Diavolo on that guy is so obvious that there is no need to hide it.
The long battle has exposed his true identity.
"There is also death and life."
Auriel touched her belly with a look of thought on her face.
The power of death is not a good thing, and even Diavolo's favorite demon subordinates cannot be immune to it.
Kingpin was a little strange.
“Then let these guys end it first, we have to do something.”
Inprius clapped his hands and stood up, walking towards the center of the battle.
Solarion appeared in his hands, and the temperature reached a point that the people present could not bear in an instant.
Those paper documents started burning in an instant.
"Hey! Hey! I need healing! Archangel!"
Constantine shouted towards Imperius, waving his one arm.
The wound on the broken arm began to bleed again, with some pus.
Obviously the white blood cells in his body have made a tragic enough sacrifice.
And this guy is still watching the battle scene, quite willing to watch the fun and risk his life.
"There is no Archangel here, only Inprius and Auriel, and Inprius is not good at healing~"
Inprius stood swaying in front of Jin Bin, and conveniently put another hand just now Rumlow pushed him aside as he rushed forward.
Mocott's soul has been felt by him. Due to his previous experience of being beaten violently, he has no good attitude towards Rumlow.
This is to express anger, because Prius has no intention of hiding it.
Solarion was gently lifted up, and the flaming tip pointed at Jin Bin's chest.
"Now, tell me what you know? I'm a little curious."
Solaron gives off enough heat to give a free perm, Constantine and Rumlow's The hair started to curl up.
Anderson doesn't have to worry about being hurt by the power of courage, while Kingpin himself is bald and can only see some sweat.
“Roar!”
A sound that did not sound like a human voice came from Jin Bin’s mouth, and his body expanded little by little.
The markings that were originally a bit sacred were shattered in an instant.
As a subordinate of Kuhl, Lord Sky Hammer can still be considered to be somewhat related to "god".
But now, this guy has become a member of the devil.
Especially after Diavolo personally manipulated it, this was a complete tragedy.
"An unlucky person who has been plotted, even if he retains some humanity, there is no way he can be saved."
Auriel also stood up, but she was moving towards leaving here. direction.
The time has come to find an angel, Angel Dawson, there is no point in making her a saint again.
But being an angel might interest her.
High-level paradise must add some manpower.
Auriel, who didn’t know what Israel had done, thought like this.
With a smile on his face.
From time to time, his eyes glanced at a maternal and child products store opposite the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.
Being a mother?
This is a novel experience. For Auriel, this experience gives her a different understanding of hope.
No matter how many times I have seen mothers and children, it is always a bit shallow if I have not experienced it myself.
Kingpin has begun to transform into a demon, there is no need to continue observing.
Anderson failed to bring some courage to Kingpin, and Kingpin was not worth the energy Oriel and the others spent.
The whole thing is simply that.
Archangels may be merciful when needed, but humans can be selfish and this is understandable.
As an expectant mother, Auriel needs to think more about her children.
“What follows is a grand miracle, everyone, don’t blink!”
Constantine smiled hideously with his white teeth exposed.
Although he smoked a lot, his teeth were very white.
Thinking about it, either he followed the doctor's instructions and had his teeth cleaned on time.
Or there is the corresponding magic that can do this.
The wound on his broken arm began to scab, and his expression remained unchanged.
Melinda looked a little nervous.
After running into trouble before resigning, Melinda realizes her civilian career is pretty much over. ,
Resigning is also unlikely.
Nick Fury is not here, and the consequences of leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. without authorization are somewhat troublesome.
The current situation is better than taking a vacation.
“Ha!”
Rumlow shouted loudly, and the hammer in his hand turned into the hammer of the ancestors again!
Mocott's figure appeared behind Rumlow with a look of displeasure.
The soul of the ancestors raised the huge hammer, and then smashed it down together with Imperial and Kingpin.
Whether it's a demon or an Iprius, he wants to beat it.
And this is no longer such a big burden for Rumlow.
If you get some benefits, then you should bear the corresponding responsibilities!
For example, some sudden ideas of ancestors.
Fighting is better than suddenly craving for meat.
That is to say, Mocott is the kind of person with relatively few desires and requirements.
“Die!”
Mocott let out a war cry that penetrated deep into his soul!
The merciless-style Ancestral Hammer falls again!
But he was blocked by Inprius holding a spear with one hand!
"Be careful, Mocott."
Imprius said this, and then used Solarion to pass through Kingpin's chest.
"This is just a messenger who brought Diablo's letter of war.
As for the Lord Sky Hammer, it seems that it is no longer useful to Diablo."
< br>Prius said as he drew out his spear.
Looked up at Constantine with a funny meaning.
It’s fun to have a mental battle with humans.
Imprius wanted to know what else Constantine could come up with to impress him.
If he grew an arm, Constantine's current performance would not be enough.
Go to sleep first...
I'm stuck! I want to scratch the wall!
(End of this chapter)