Alucard's body instantly transformed into a pitch black, asphalt-like color. Eyes continuously emerged and opened on his body, sending chills down the spines of everyone present.
The bubbles and blinking eyes brought a sense of discomfort on a spiritual level, and even physiological revulsion.
The shadow on the ground also changed with his body. From the shadow, a pitch-black hellhound emerged, drooling at Luke Valentine, its ferocious and jagged, bone-white teeth twisted like saws.
Even the drool dripping from the hellhound's mouth immediately emitted an unbearable stench.
"Monster! Monster!"
Luke Valentine's expression instantly crumpled. His eyes wide, he stared fixedly at Alucard.
This artificial vampire was immediately crushed by the overwhelming pressure when facing the true form of the King of Vampires.
Blade, standing among the crowd, was also extremely uncomfortable, his body visibly trembling.
"Monster, you say? So you're one of those low-class ones too!"
Alucard looked at Luke Valentine, who had completely lost his composure, his expression filled with disappointment and anger, as if he had been made a fool of.
All his expectations had turned into a unilateral joke in the face of Luke Valentine's collapse!
"The Third Reich should have been destroyed. Hydra is nothing more than remnants."
Steve stood guard against Alucard and Luke Valentine, casually pressing down on Blade's trembling shoulder.
His gaze was fixed on the ghoul soldiers, who, despite being dismembered, still possessed consciousness.
His shield was held in front of him, ready for battle at any moment.
"My body is starting to tremble!"
Rumlow clenched the great hammer in his hands, staring intently at the frenzied Alucard. He too was ready for a fight; this terrifyingly cold aura made him clearly feel the warmth brought by rage.
With trembling hands, he pulled out a bottle of vodka, bit off the cap, and guzzled it down. Glass shards pierced his mouth, but he swallowed them along with the liquor and blood.
"I can't stand this atmosphere anymore; my fury is rising!"
Luke's teeth ground together, and the tip of his war blade was already pointed at Alucard.
The pressure from Alucard's aura was too immense.
The few people present no longer thought about how to defeat and kill Alucard; they were still quite some distance from that level.
"Xia!"
With weapons in hand, Matthew directly charged at Luke Valentine.
Among the barbarians present, he was the most lucid, and the only one not completely engulfed by the fear-inducing aura emanating from Alucard. This was because he had already encountered Alucard once. Even though the pressure was greater now, he could barely withstand it.
But at this moment, he also needed a vigorous battle!
Eliminating those enemies was the best choice.
Killing the enemies wouldn't put them in complete opposition to Hellsing, although it wasn't a good choice either.
In the blink of an eye, the axe and mace had pierced through Luke Valentine's body. With Matthew's powerful upward swing, this artificial vampire was split in two.
His upper body began to spray blood in mid-air.
Because Jessica had appeared behind Luke Valentine, a powerful strike, inherited from Aurak, had already cleaved through the vampire's waist.
The axe, stained with blood, cut through the air, and the splattering blood had an eerie beauty.
Rumlow furiously smashed the liquor bottle on the ground. Blood and alcohol mixed everywhere.
He strode towards the remaining ghoul soldiers, dragging his two-handed great hammer, its head scraping the carpet with an ear-splitting screech!
"S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel, please do not interfere with our battle!"
Walter the butler glared at Rumlow, who was walking towards him, his face twisted. The wires in his hand formed a metallic net in front of him as a threat.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s interference would damage Hellsing's honor, and Walter was doing what he believed was right.
"Old butler, we're quite displeased by the evil coming from those guys. Wouldn't it be better to deal with them quickly now?"
Luke's eyes were fixed on Alucard. The painful struggle of millions of lives intertwined made it difficult for him to control his anger.
Among the few present, Luke was perhaps the most intolerant of anomalies, especially Alucard, the King of Vampires, with his aura of contempt for life, desecration of life, and manipulation of life, which made his entire body tremble.
Even as he spoke to Walter, his eyes, filled with rage, remained fixed on Alucard.
"That's my prey! Boy!"
Alucard's tone was filled with discernible displeasure, and the blood-red eyes on his body opened even wider.
His body instantly transformed into a shadow, and the monstrous beast directly swallowed Luke Valentine's body.
"Alucard!"
Integra called Alucard's name a second time, her tone severe.
At this summons, Alucard's body reassembled next to the ghouls, and his wide-open, blood-red eyes began to close one by one.
He turned slowly, bowing his proud head to Integra.
Integra was the shackles Alucard placed upon himself. No one could restrict Alucard's consciousness except himself.
And now, he had handed the reins that bound him to Integra, a twenty-three-year-old girl in his eyes.
The dignitaries behind Integra remained silent about the conflict unfolding before them.
Compared to Alucard the vampire, they held more trust in the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
But Hellsing and S.H.I.E.L.D. had distinctly different stances.
At this moment, their pride maintained their composure, even though their legs were already trembling from Alucard's aura.
"My Master."
"How will you face the enemy?"
"As you wish."
Alucard no longer looked at anyone else present. His figure vanished, and the surrounding ghouls were instantly submerged by the blood that filled the corridor. A torrent of blood poured from this floor, continuing until everything was washed clean.
"Captain America, it seems we cannot cooperate very well. So now, tell us S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intentions."
Integra took out a cigarette, pressing her slender palm.
Her palm had calluses from long-term gun use, and her palm was covered with marks from practicing swordsmanship.
Walter put away his wires, bowed with a calm expression, then walked behind Integra.
Rumlow and the others also put away their weapons, quietly watching all this unfold.
...
Hellboy was moving with the hunters from the Osiris Club. He had received a mission from his father to help these guys hunt down giant monsters.
But on a small bridge, he was betrayed.
If anything pained him more than a knife in the back, it was a knife in the back from someone close to him!
If three giant monsters hadn't suddenly crashed into the battlefield and slaughtered the hunters clean, Hellboy would have become history.
After a fierce battle, he killed the three giant monsters, but he was severely wounded and fell unconscious.
Before he passed out, he saw a somewhat familiar figure approach him.
When he woke up, he found himself sleeping in a cramped room. Not far away, a man with a complex expression was lighting a cigarette and examining him.
"John Constantine?"
"It's me. I'm considering whether to just kill you."
Constantine's face no longer held that sickly pallor from before. With his soul restored, he looked considerably healthier than he used to.
"What exactly is going on? Why does everyone want to kill me?"
Hellboy sat up straight, taking a cigarette from the table next to Constantine without ceremony.
Cigarettes were scattered all over the table next to Constantine, the tobacco already dry.
"Why don't you smoke cigars?"
Hellboy glanced at Constantine. A rolled cigarette was too small for his physique; only the dense smoke of a cigar could satisfy his needs. He impolitely retorted, earning a roll of the eyes from Constantine.
"To be honest, I'm also considering whether to trade you to those guys for a hefty reward. You know, they don't want you alive; just bringing your head would ensure I don't have to worry about income for the rest of my life. Even a photo of your death would do."
Constantine extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and picked up the shotgun on the table, pointing it at Hellboy.
"The blood of Saint Angel, plus the Archbishop's blessing. I think that should be enough to kill you."
Constantine glared angrily as Hellboy snatched his lighter and lit the cigarette.
The heavy slug in the shotgun was made from blood he extracted from Angel before he lost his powers, and the blessing was arranged through someone else. In the end, he only managed to create this single powerful round.
He wasn't sure about the bullet's lethality against demons, but it was definitely enough to kill Hellboy.
"Alright, what do you want from me?"
Hellboy finished the rolled cigarette down to the butt in one breath. Even a cigar, he could finish quickly. Rolled cigarettes were just one-puff consumables for him.
His strong body also possessed sufficiently powerful internal organs.
A tiny spark, the last trace of the burnt tobacco, still hung at the tip of the cigarette butt, which he then extinguished with his stone right hand.
"I want to know what you can give me if you become king, or whether you will save my soul from hell."
Constantine tossed the shotgun aside.
Hellboy's identity was no secret in the British psychic community, especially after the news of the Blood Queen Nieve's head being stolen, everyone had their eyes on Hellboy.
Anum-En-Ra!
Hellboy's name, a direct descendant of the legendary King Arthur.
Only he could wield the Sword in the Stone and become the undisputed king of Britain.
But this was also Hell's conspiracy.
Hellboy, upon taking up Excalibur, would also forcefully open a gateway to Hell in Britain. "World Destroyer" was Hellboy's title in Hell, a more resounding appellation than "Son of Hell."
"Buzz, buzz, buzz~"
The sound of helicopters came from outside. Constantine's small apartment was directly surrounded.
Bang! With a crash, the poor apartment door was kicked open by fully armed soldiers.
It was the typical "FBI" warning stance. Constantine immediately raised his hands, watching as the newcomers pointed their guns at Hellboy.
"Shit!"
Hellboy waved his hand, knocking the soldier who entered directly to the ground, then looked at the old man walking through the doorway.
"Dad?"
"Hi, son! Why are you so angry?"
It was Professor Bruttenholm who had arrived. As the head of the B.P.R.D., this old man was one of the first ordinary people in the free world to dedicate himself to fighting the supernatural.
"I don't understand why you couldn't just knock?"
"Son, we couldn't find you after cleaning up that disgusting mess you and the giant monsters left behind. You know, I even considered the worst outcome. Thank goodness you're alright!"
"Um, I think a hundred thousand pounds would be a suitable compensation."
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