$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 looked at the river of blood heading towards them with a smile on his face, his expression a little sinister.

"Who knew there would be demons in this place? Hellboy is really a trouble."

Father Anderson didn't look 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 wanted was to die in the war. These lunatics who wanted to destroy themselves had 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 wanted to be a master finally had some conscience, perhaps because Father Anderson's status was different from before.

The difference between an executioner of the 13th branch 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 can 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 unpleasant.

"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 the innermost tooth could even be seen through the laughing mouth.

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!"

Accardo had some dissatisfaction on his face, looking at Maxwell in front of him and said:

"I thought you would stand in front of me as humans. Are you now going to abandon your human identity and become a weak monster like me?"

A flash of blood flashed on Accardo's armor covered with spikes.

The blood all over the ground formed sharp thorns that hung the corpse high in the air.

"Now is not the time for your devotion! Maxwell!"

Anderson looked at the silver-white nail and said in a serious tone.

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 dissatisfied with their existence.

As an apostle of Archangel Iprius, Anderson's faith changed quietly.

Who can understand the will of "God" like him?

Anderson's identity merged with Imprius' 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 brightly.

"Teacher, it was only after I became a master that I discovered that this road has no end. There are gods above humans! There are also monsters!"

Maxwell's eyes turned red:

"How can humans compare to monsters and gods? This time, let me experience the feeling of truly transcending human beings! My life is designed to stand at the top!"

"madness!"

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.

"Becoming a 'weak' monster like me and feeling like nothing can move you is so stupid!"

Accardo's voice was filled with emotion that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he 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 on it you could see that the half-broken face still had a mocking smile.

"I still have things to do, so the communication facilities will stay here!"

Warrant Officer Schrödinger shouted with an excited smile, 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 was not alone.

"That's the path they chose."

Accardo's hair began to sway in the wind, and he looked sad.

The moment he was nailed to death by Van Helsing, the vampire Mina Harker lost his shelter.

The girl in his memory has now turned into a skeleton, with a metal plate with the name "Mina Harker" nailed to her skull, and was used as material.

The skeleton was in the crashed airship not far away, and now Murdoc was looking at the female skeleton with a solemn expression on his huge head.

"Because monsters can't stand loneliness either."

Father Anderson pushed his glasses and said.

He didn't intend to stop his disciple's choice by violence, but he needed to confirm whether turning into a monster was Maxwell's own will.

"Who can stand loneliness among all thinking things? Vampires are such weak monsters that rely on the blood and souls of others for their existence."

The voice of the major came from the TV, and the roar of the barbarians could be heard faintly from the other end.

It seems that Steve and his team have arrived at the scene and started the last battle.

"Then let's start. Let's end our fight before Walter wakes up."

Acardo waved the long sword in his hand and said casually.

If he died at the hands of Anderson, a human, then Walter would have to go to the end of his life with regret.

If he won, then Walter would get a chance to fight him.

As long as he died at the hands of a human in the end, there would be no regrets.

Perhaps except for Integula, a young woman who was only 23 years old, Accardo no longer owed anything to anyone.