Chapter 271 Blood River and Iron Sky ([-]) The Immortal King in Red Beheads the Angel Priest "I am no longer a servant of God, nor a king, nor a human being..."
Akkado's voice resounded in the sea of blood. As the immortal king in red, he led tens of thousands of people and once again turned into a river of death to impact the world's outlook.
Akado is a tough and unbreakable magic sword, and he is also a blasphemous monster born in the darkness. He is the King of the Night who leads the army of the River of Death with the will of the tyrant! At this moment in New York City, flames and smoke are everywhere, the dead river like huge waves is impacting the city, and the scarlet blood is venting on the ground as if it is free.
The dead in the war are dancing, and the man-made living hell is singing!
The scarlet river of death is coming! !
Death has officially arrived at this moment! In the face of this power that is completely different from one dimension, be it the Ninth Crusade, the artificial vampire warriors of the millennium, SHIELD, the military, or superheroes...
These people and institutions are no longer the most critical figures and forces in the war! ! At this moment, even life was as lowly as ants. The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood crushed everything with its unstoppable momentum, mercilessly washing away the city burned by the flames.
New York City is now submerged by Accardo's Dead River! !
Blood is the currency of the soul, and it is also the currency of life.
By plundering blood, plundering lives, and plundering souls, he turned all the enemies who died in his hands into his own puppets, and made the dead enemies his army.
He alone releases millions or tens of millions of death rivers and controls the undead army composed of the dead to repel the enemy.
This is the real king of monsters, the ace of the Royal Knights of the Church: Accardo, also known as the legendary Dracula.
I saw Accardo dressed in red walking out of the spreading river of blood, and with every step Accardo took, earth-shaking changes would occur around him.
Countless dead troops and civilians walked out of it, and the purpose of returning to the world again was only to be loyal to their master Accardo. They devoured all living creatures in front of them, with the goal of pulling everything into the river of death.
Whether it is the elite warriors wearing medieval military uniforms and armor, holding guns, or the undead knights charging on giant horses, there is rancid and scarlet blood on their bodies.
These traces of blood looked like they appeared not long ago, as if these soldiers and civilians had just been killed by Accardo.
Any life killed by Accardo will be pulled into this endless river of death. They will maintain their best condition to serve Accardo at any time.
If we talk about the artificial vampire warrior legion of the Millennium Organization, there is also the emergence of the Ninth Crusade of the Vatican.
It just transformed New York City, an advanced and prosperous mega-city, from a paradise on earth to a hell on earth in an instant.
Then after Accardo, the immortal king in red, appeared and completely released his own shackles.
The scarlet river of death visible to the naked eye will swallow up the entire New York City, bringing a declaration of death to all living people present! ! I saw the endless blood-colored river under Accardo's feet, spreading turbulently on the streets of New York City, and the bloody water crawled upwards along the walls like a living creature.
This scarlet river of death will suck in the breath of every life. Its existence is bound to pull everything that is still alive into this river of hell.
Just as soon as this hellish scarlet river of death descended, the formation of the Vatican's Ninth Crusade was instantly overwhelmed.
Facing the endless monsters in the scarlet river, even the Crusaders who have undergone special training from the Dragon Kingdom cannot do anything. The endless monsters devour all the brave and fearless Vatican fanatics.
Similarly, even if the vampire legion has already turned into a bloodthirsty monster, even if its own combat power can be one against a thousand, they will eventually be overwhelmed by the endless tide of people in the scarlet river of death.
When the number of enemies rises to a certain number in an instant, the war will change from fighting to killing and massacre, and finally turn into complete crushing, devouring, and plundering.
With determination that seemed to drag the entire world into hell, Accardo once again changed back to what he was hundreds of years ago.
Accardo stood in the center of the boundless scarlet river of death, laughing loudly and happily, and behind the immortal king were the long-dead cavalry.
These long-dead cavalrymen stood silently behind Accardo, silently forming an array.
Then, amid Accardo's joyful laughter, he rushed out from both sides of Accardo like thunder and rushed into the endless battlefield.
"Come on!! My undead army, devour as much as you did hundreds of years ago, devour as much as you did decades ago!!"
"All enemies in front of me should be dragged into the river of hell!!"
At this moment, after Accardo stepped out of the center of the blood river, his appearance and dress also changed.
Her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders. She wore a copper-colored armor on her strong and well-proportioned body. She held a silver-white knight's sword in one hand. The cloak behind her back fluttered in the wind, and she was surrounded by many things. Spear.
Akado's middle-aged figure stood out from the river of blood. His sloppy beard, messy hair, and copper-gray armor made him look like an ancient medieval man.
At this moment Accardo, no, it should be said Vlad III, the legendary Count Dracula, raised the knight's sword in his hand and waved it down.
[ARCADO, ARCADO is also an English alias for the vampire Dracula. 】
The blood was seen twisting for a while like worms in a hole, and then countless soldiers gathered and lined up neatly behind Accardo.
Those red eyes, those sharp teeth, and the sound of the horses' hooves, waving the spear in their hands.
This dead army is still serving their king. Perhaps it can be said that Vlad III is fighting alone.
After all, Accardo has integrated all the citizens, all the soldiers, and all the lives into his body.
Accardo sucked the air full of fear with nostalgia, waiting for the enemy who could fight him to come forward.
And when the Dead River appeared in New York City, the ending of the story had already been written in the book.
Any living creatures that are still alive will be swallowed up by the scarlet river of death, and their wails will become the swan song that echoes in the death hell.
Now Akkado has released all the dead from his body, and he dominates the war of death with an unrivaled attitude.
"What a pathetic monster!!"
"Look at your current posture, Accardo, you are really in a sorry state!!"
"Even if we create so much delicious blood, it still can't fill the despair and loneliness in your heart. Your way is to use fighting and killing to forget the emptiness in your heart."
"And this is not because you like and pursue fighting, but because you pursue the wail and legacy at the moment of death. Even if you swallow the despair of countless people, you still have nothing."
"When I was a king, the castle, the people, the people I loved, the people who loved me, even my own heart have all disappeared in the long river of time."
"Accardo, in order to waste yourself completely in the battle, you just go on like this numbly!!"
"Hahaha, because becoming a monster is such a painful thing!!"
At this moment, on a battleship, facing the image transmitted back on the screen, the major's body was trembling with excitement and gasping for pleasure.
"That's great!" On the screen, a black figure could not be seen clearly, but the malicious aura that had gathered on his body to the extreme seeped out from the screen like substance.
The major laughed and drank as much red wine as blood, raising his glass and cheering, feeling happy and excited about Accardo's power.
"Accardo, a vampire like you is really interesting. You use blood as a currency, the currency of life, and you gain other people's currency by sucking the blood of others."
"Until now, Accardo, do you know how many people you have killed? Or do you know who you are now?"
"By constantly taking other people's lives as your own, incorporating them into your own body, constantly integrating them, and then continuing to kill."
"Until now, are you Vlad III Dracula, or the current Accardo, or the other people you killed?!"
"Who the hell are you!?"
"As expected of Hellsing!!"
"As expected of Hellsing's lackey!!"
"As expected of Hellsing's monster and ace!!"
"This crazy look, this frenzied posture, only a monster like Accardo has such a terrifying ability!"
"Great! So delightful!"
"This, this is the Vampire King!!"
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How can humans win with this kind of power! "How is this possible?"
"The legendary vampire Count Dracula actually existed, and Archduke Vlad III the Impaler was actually a vampire."
Nick Fury was shocked by the scene on the big screen in front of him. He couldn't believe the picture on the screen.
The army of the dead in the scarlet river of death swallowed up everything, including not only the citizens of New York, but also the military, and more importantly, the agents of .
All living and dead things, the crowded dead even piled up more than ten meters high.
The blood on the screen is surging abnormally. The horses with scarlet eyes and the soldiers with scarlet eyes rush out of the blood. The flags and spears are definitely the troops in life.
That was the army led by the Archduke Vlad III the Impaler, but now they have become part of Accardo, and they have always been part of Vlad III Accardo.
When the few remaining survivors saw this scene, the expressions on their faces were extremely shocked and unbelievable.
Who could do such a cruel thing? ! The most shocked among them are undoubtedly the priests in the Vatican Crusaders. As experts in religion and demon elimination, they actually know better what this means! !
On the aircraft at this moment, some priests were watching the scene in front of them with trembling hands and clenched teeth.
"No wonder this monster cannot die or be killed."
"How many lives do you have? How many lives have been slaughtered by you because of this?!"
"you"
"You actually killed your own troops."
"Not even sparing his own servants."
“Not even my own civilians.”
"What kind of monster are you?!"
"The devil is definitely the devil!!"
"devil!!"
"Lord!! Come and send down divine punishment!!"
The Crusader priests of the Vatican could not help but rebuke and yell loudly, but even this could not hide their lust and inner lust.
······························································································ At this moment, New York City has been covered by endless undead and monsters, and any enemy will be swallowed up in this endless river of death.
And what surrounds this capital city of death is the scarlet river of death emerging from hell! In the deepest part of the Dead River, there is a forest full of death and horror.
I saw countless slender wooden stakes erected from the ground, impaling vampires and Catholics on them, piercing into the sky.
Countless wooden piles make up this forest full of death and blood, which is as spectacular as the bloody forest poured with blood.
This was Accardo's celebration in the face of numerous harassing enemies when he was fully revealed in his prime.
"Shhh!!"
And just when everything seemed to be about to end, a blunderbuss sword whizzed out like a bullet, easily piercing through the bodies of dozens of vampires, and then went straight to its target, piercing Accardo's head.
Faced with the sudden appearance of a blunderbuss sword in front of him, Accardo did not expect that Father Anderson would suddenly arrive, and that he could reach such speed by relying on his pure human body to pass through thousands of dead soldiers! ! A screaming gun sword grazed Accardo's ear, and finally whizzed past and was deeply nailed to the wall behind him.
At this moment, a storm of flesh and blood has erupted from the other end, flying like minced meat in a meat grinder.
Father Anderson led the members of the Thirteenth Section of the Betrayer to arrive. In Father Anderson's hands, the blunderbuss sword seemed to turn into a knife wheel that cut flesh and blood, cutting away the bloody corpses from the undead in the Akkado River of Death. the way.
A pure and ferocious killing intent has enveloped Accardo, and it cannot be stopped even from a distance of several hundred meters! !
Father Anderson broke through the barriers of vampires and undead, held a blunderbuss sword, and charged in front of Accardo with a loud roar.
Father Anderson's current momentum is like a boulder accumulating momentum on a hillside, and then finally rolling down from the high slope, crushing towards his enemy.
The thunderous roar was unstoppable, and the cold blunderbuss sword slashed towards Akkado's head without any mercy.
Father Anderson had appeared in front of Accardo, but the sharp sound of blades clashing could be heard in the air.
It turned out that Accardo held the long sword upside down in his right hand and cut off the gun sword! ! Even facing the beheading angel of the Thirteenth Section of the Vatican - Father Alexander Anderson! ! Accardo still responded calmly! ! (End of this chapter)