Dark Savages Come To the United States

Father Anderson put away the bayonet in his hand, and all the pages of the book returned to the appearance of the Bible and were held in his hands.

He is never merciful to aliens, and killing is his way to solve these problems.

Although his attitude is not very good when facing heretics or unbelievers, but it is not enough to do it directly without saying a word.

Yang Valentine's body was exuding blue light, burning into ashes little by little.

Though he tried to utter important information in exchange for his own life before he died, Anderson had never been interested in listening to heterogeneous nonsense.

The radiant bayonet dealt with this "powerful" vampire cleanly.

At least compared to those blood-sucking bastards, it's quite strong.

"The lost lamb, the blackened lamb..."

Anderson glanced at the Blade Warrior who was still burning under the bayonet on the ground, and scattered the pages of the book around after muttering a few words.

It's like distributing leaflets, but it looks quite solemn under the sacred light.

The radiance dissipated, and Anderson's figure disappeared in place.

Only the blade warrior who was gritting his teeth against the pain was left lying on the spot.

"Ah, in vain I took a special look."

A slightly immature voice sounded, and a young man wearing the uniform of the Third Reich appeared in front of the Blade Warrior.

The boy with cat ears and cat tail, Warrant Officer Schrödinger.

The real face is the experimental cat of Schrödinger, the famous "love" cat maniac.

As the intelligence gathering officer in the last brigade, always present at any location.

Existence or non-existence, life or death, means nothing to this boy.

So it is everywhere and never existed.

"A different vampire?"

Warrant Officer Schrödinger spoke to the air in front of him, and his figure appeared on a small TV at the other end.

"Do I need to take this guy back?"

"No need, now that the plan is about to launch, there is no need."

"receive!"

Warrant Officer Schrödinger gave a military salute, then pulled the bayonet that Anderson had left on Blade.

Then it disappeared.

His behavior may be out of the cat's curiosity, just like cats always push the cup on the table to the ground, or it may be for fun.

The behavior of Warrant Officer Schrödinger is basically the same as that of cats.

"Damn it! Who are these guys!"

The blade warrior stood up with some difficulty, the wound on his body was still bleeding.

Most of the part of his body that belonged to the vampire was burned under Anderson's power, and now he only felt that he was very weak.

Dragging his injuries, he took out his cell phone from his pocket, and he dialed Nick Fury's number.

The call was connected quickly.

Because the news of Hydra was mentioned in his previous call with Nick Fury, according to his understanding of Nick Fury, that guy is now waiting for his call.

"Hey, come to my place right away, you come here in person. It's best to bring some blood bags, blood type is not important."

Blade Warrior's voice was a little weak, he didn't expect to see Nick Fury's body, but now the only person he can rely on seems to be that guy.

As for positioning, the mobile phone in his hand or somewhere on his body, Nick Fury is definitely prepared, the bastard who doubts everything will not let him move freely.

It is also because his support personnel are not suitable for appearing on this previous battlefield. He is in danger here, otherwise the Blade Warrior would not need to contact Nick Fury for rescue. .

And Nick Fury may have left a substitute not far from him, otherwise Nick Fury would not be able to disappear.

Although that kind of substitute needs nutrient solution to maintain life, the S.H.I.E.L.D. fund that Nick Fury embezzled is definitely enough to put enough supplies in those safe houses.

He definitely has no shortage of medical supplies like blood bags.

"I'll be right there."

Nick Fury agreed directly on the phone, although Nick Fury who answered the phone had just gotten up from the floor not long ago.

Hellboy's fist is not easy to take.

...

"What are you going to do with this little mage?"

Korik was stepping on Casillas' calf to prevent this guy from using spells like teleportation.

When Casillas just woke up, the ancestor of Korik directly interrupted his spellcasting.

Although Korik's temper was not very good, he just asked Casillas to lie on the ground to calm down, and he didn't knock the hapless guy unconscious.

Perhaps it was the high and swollen big treasure on Casillas's head that made Kerik a little bit reluctant to do it.

These mages like to use the magic of that different dimension as the first move. In order to prevent the mage from deploying that thing on the holy mountain, Kerik has been paying attention.

"Do you want an heir?"

Bulkaisuo looked at Casillas with some headaches.

Casillas is now nothing but a fool who thinks he has been deceived, and he has not had time to do evil.

But he has been beaten by savages.

This guy is really unlucky.

It's as if a recruit escaped night training to go to a tavern to drink, and directly bumped into the highest officer who was resting.

"I don't want to have a baby."

Korik directly removed the foot that was stepping on Casillas, and then disappeared.

Leaving Casillas looking up at Burkasso in front of him.

"teacher!"

Casillas activated the summoning technique, summoning the supreme mage Gu Yi.

Ancient One rejected his summons, and by the way reached out his hand from the portal and slapped Casillas across the face.

Although it is not a serious mistake to plan to obtain the power of the dark dimension, that kind of power is not something that Casillas, an immature mage, can master.

Who made the current Lord of the Dark Dimension the teacher he called for?

"Well, it seems that I have to ask those ancestors who are more idle who want you as an apprentice."

Bulkaisuo directly lifted Casillas and put him on the ground to stand firm.

Then a group of ancestors appeared around.

"Bulkelso, you have brought another mage with you."

"I still can't like mages."

The ancestors were chattering, although they knew what Bulkelso meant, but there were not many ancestors who were interested.

Then most of the ancestor spirits disappeared, leaving only a few sporadic ones.

"Are you relieved to hand him over to me?"

An ancestor spirit with a calm face opened its mouth.

"Banaer, I think he might not be able to survive in your secret realm."

The other ancestor spoke with some impatience and worry.

"Quarkek, why do you always interrupt."

"Because of being responsible for life."

The Berserker Banar and Qualkek, the general of the Guardians of the Holy Mountain, stayed here.

The one with a calm face was Banal, and the one with irritability and worry was Qualkek.