“With my Virus Bloodline, even if I was really beheaded, as long as it was reattached quickly, there would be no threat to my life, let alone this small injury!” Grant said with a look of indifference. “However, after using an absolute defense-like ability, the defensive energy fluctuates depending on the stored life force. If your judgment is correct, then just this Fairy Tale Maiden alone shouldn’t be enough!”
As he spoke, the Joker casually lifted the small figure in his hand and shook it towards Qin Lun. The Black Queen Mira now looked completely different. Even if Little Red Riding Hood Liv were here, she would probably have a hard time recognizing her companion.
Her head hung limply to one side, and her limbs dangled powerlessly. The skin exposed outside her clothing was loose and saggy, like an ill-fitting human skin coat. Her once radiant and beautiful face was now full of wrinkles and folds, transforming from a youthful young woman in the prime of her life into an elderly person approaching seventy.
On Grant’s arm that was inserted into her body, several blood vessels wriggled and swallowed like snakes, continuously draining the life essence from the Black Queen’s body. This bizarre sight even made Lieutenant Luke, who had Vampire bloodline nearby, feel a secret dread in his heart, unwilling to watch for too long.
When Mira first felt the strange sensation inside her body, she had tried to resist. But Grant’s fingers, inserted into her back, tightly gripped her spine, making all her efforts futile.
“Is it still not enough?” Qin Lun slightly frowned, his eyes flickering, but he quickly calmed down. While running, he slowly moved closer to Lieutenant Luke on the right.
“Lieutenant, do you have anything on you that can instantly contact The Zeppelin battleship?” Qin Lun asked casually, turning his head.
“Huh? No! But before disembarking, Lieutenant Schrödinger gave me a locator. With this item on me, Lieutenant Schrödinger can sense my call.” A trace of confusion appeared on Luke’s handsome face, but he still didn’t suspect anything and took out a button-like object from his inner military pocket that looked very similar to the one Qin Lun used earlier to contact Lieutenant Schrödinger.
“Give it to me!” Qin Lun smiled and held out his hand towards him.
“Lieutenant Luke, I saw your deeds in the frontline battle videos. It was a very brave act of sacrifice.” Qin Lun said with an appreciative smile, nodding gracefully towards him.
“As long as it benefits the Empire, I do not spare my own life!” Luke responded with a smile. This Dane, who joined the Millennium Bug Organization after the war, was indeed a gentleman with noble qualities in some aspects.
“Then you will surely forgive our actions!” Qin Lun’s laughter grew even brighter. He even stopped and bowed towards the Lieutenant. “Please, Lieutenant Luke!”
“What?” Luke was slightly taken aback, somewhat confused. He hurriedly tried to help Qin Lun up when his expression suddenly froze. He slowly lowered his head to look at his chest. A large, fan-like hand had pierced through his chest, and the bloody hand held a still-beating heart.
“Adding him should be about enough, right?” Luke saw Qin Lun straighten up in front of him and say lightly. However, his gaze went over Luke’s shoulder, looking behind him.
“Not sure. After upgrading my bloodline, I’ve never used that move.” Luke only heard Grant’s calm voice coming from behind him.
“Is that my heart? But… why?” Luke finally realized what had happened. At the same time, a wave of weakness washed over him like a tide, dragging him into endless darkness.
“Eh, this half-Vampire doesn’t seem very powerful, but the Life Energy he provides is actually a bit more than the Fairy Tale Maiden’s!” Grant looked at the constantly convulsing Luke in his left hand, a trace of surprise on his face.
“The strongest traits of the Vampires in this world are their recovery power and life force. Besides, he just returned to The Zeppelin battleship. In such a short time, the Life Energy he replenished probably hasn’t been fully digested yet.”
Qin Lun smiled and took the colorful magic cube that appeared above Luke’s corpse. Grant just glanced at it and showed no interest. Since the two had agreed to share the final gains equally, it didn’t matter who took the cube.
“Too bad you sent that female Lieutenant ahead to the ambush point. Otherwise, we could have had one more cube!” Grant pursed his lips and looked into the distance.
“The Marksman’s ability will be somewhat helpful in the upcoming battle. I originally thought this Luke would be somewhat useful too. I didn’t expect that a fight of this level would already be beyond his capabilities.” Qin Lun shrugged helplessly.
Luke was quickly drained dry by Grant. The entire corpse transformed into a flat, skin-like sack. Besides the pale, withered hair, even his eyeballs became two dry, flat membranes.
Grant threw away the skin sack from his left hand, clenched his fist, and felt the incredibly abundant and surging life force throughout his body. However, he still frowned, not looking very pleased.
“My bloodline rejects external life force. This state is very uncomfortable for me and can’t last long. We need to speed up!”
“Mm, but be careful not to let the one in your right hand die either. It might still be useful later!” Qin Lun agreed, looking at the Black Queen Mira in Grant’s right hand, who was now as old as an elderly woman, and reminded him.
“I know!” Grant said expressionlessly, glancing at Mira. He stomped his foot and shot explosively towards the direction of HELLSING headquarters.
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At this time, in front of the HELLSING headquarters estate, two opposing sides stood in the large front courtyard. At the main gate were three church personnel. Lancelot of the Knights of the Round Table was at the forefront. Kneeling behind him was a priest carrying a radio, none other than Father Jack.
But Father Jack seemed to be seriously injured now. His face was pale, and he was covered in cold sweat. He pressed one hand against his left rib, from which bright red blood continuously seeped through his fingers. A nun with a white veil over her face was busily bandaging his wound beside him, occasionally feeding him some pale golden Holy Water.
Countless undead surrounded the three, watching them intently. Perhaps sensing a certain aura from Lancelot, the Undead Army showed rare restlessness and unease, not daring to approach them easily, leaving a large empty space in the middle.
Opposite the three was Alucard, his black hair flowing, wearing a large red trench coat. Seras, who had earlier been tucked under Father Jack’s arm, had somehow escaped and was now glaring at the people in front of her with intense hatred.
Alucard had a deep look of sorrow on his face as he held a pale, beautiful head in both hands. Through the smooth golden hair draped over the head, one could see it belonged to Integra, the head of the HELLSING organization.
Behind Alucard, there was another church clergyman. The clergyman tightly held two sharp decapitation knives in his hands, with a small silver cross pendant in his mouth. It was Father Anderson, whom Qin Lun had seen once before.
But his current appearance was somewhat horrifying. His arms and face, exposed outside the priest’s robe, seemed to be composed of countless tiny fleshy buds. These buds twisted and squirmed like countless small snakes on his arms and face, looking extremely terrifying.
Apart from these superhumans in the front courtyard of the estate, the area was completely occupied by the undead. Looking down from the sky, these undead, formed from blood and souls, resembled a boundless lake of blood, filling the inside and outside of the estate.
Captain America, who had just arrived, was hiding in the flowerbed on the left side of the estate. At this moment, his entire body was encased in a silvery-white metal, turning into a humanoid mech. The lifeless humanoid mech didn’t attract the interest of the surrounding undead. The thing protecting him was the intelligent robot “S Sentinel.”
Additionally, on the rooftop of a tall building about a kilometer away from the HELLSING estate, across the Thames River, stood a black-haired beauty wearing a gray military uniform with a Nazi armband. The beauty held an exaggeratedly long muzzle-loading rifle level with one hand and hummed a tuneless country ditty. It was Lieutenant Lieber, sent by Qin Lun to enter the sniper position early.
“Didn’t we agree you wouldn’t die?” Alucard calmly stroked Integra’s hair, a trace of tenderness on his face. “The evil spirits in the cage aren’t dead yet, and you’ve already given up your duty as the guard. If your ancestor knew about this, he’d probably be so angry he’d come back to life from underground!”
“Master… it’s all my fault. I failed to protect the young lady!” Seeing Alucard like this, Seras sobbed and choked up.
“How did she die?” Alucard asked without turning his head, his tone eerily calm. “Did those Papal Chamber clerics do it?”
“No, it was two Nazis…” A hint of crimson flashed in Seras’ eyes. She gritted her teeth, bared her lips, and revealed two sharp fangs. “Before the young lady passed away, she called the leading Nazi Gerthard Heinrich!”
“Why didn’t you die, and how did you become a true Vampire?” Alucard tilted his head slightly, the corner of his eye holding an undisguised cold glint.
“I… don’t know!” Seras fell silent and hung her head in sorrow. “After I lost consciousness… there’s a blank in my memory.”
“Forget it!” Alucard turned his head and looked expressionlessly at the white-haired young man. The Vampire instinctively felt he was the strongest among the people present. “Did you wait here specifically for me? Do you have the same idea as that other idiot?”
“Idiot?” Lancelot raised an eyebrow, glanced at Anderson behind Alucard, pointed at him, and said lightly, “Are you talking about that little guy from the Papal Chamber?”
“Little guy? You are… Monk Lancelot?” Father Anderson was slightly stunned. Suddenly remembering a legendary figure among the Ascetic Monks, his expression immediately became respectful. He put away his knives and bowed deeply.
“Oh… looks like you’re a big shot!” Watching Anderson’s actions, Alucard’s eyes lit up. He stuck out his tongue, licked his lips thirstily, covered his face, and laughed madly. “Haha, it seems my luck isn’t bad. The souls of big shots from the Church always make me linger and forget to leave!”
After saying that, Alucard lifted Integra’s head like a wine glass and drank wildly from it, as if wanting to suck every last drop of blood from the head into his body. But he soon stiffened, a look of fury appearing on his face.
“The Soul? Where is my master’s Soul?”