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"How about you just kill him."

Seeing the strange scene in front of him, Integra frowned tightly.

At this moment, Yang Valentine was so miserable that he could no longer see his human form. Only a bloody torso and head were left. As for his limbs, they were constantly being eaten by zombies... and now they are completely gone.

However, this is not the end.

Because Fang Mo was holding a small glass bowl filled with minced garlic.

"Minced garlic, pour in hot holy water, and use a TE mill to grind silver powder with 100% purity!"

Fang Mo stepped on the opponent's chest with one foot and began to tilt the bowl in his hand with a smile: "I am going to pour this noble soul juice violently onto your humble face... Vampire! Aren't you afraid? Garlic? Then I want you to feel this ultimate insult!"

"Oops!!!"

Although the ingredients are somewhat abstract, the liquid has quite an astonishing effect on vampires.

I saw Yang Valentin's head begin to melt, bubble, and then quickly regenerate. His whole body was experiencing almost extreme pain. He could no longer even speak and could only twitch his body instinctively. , like a dying silverfish.

"..."

Even the policewoman couldn't bear to look at this cruel scene and subconsciously looked away.

"Cufufur."

Acat smiled nonchalantly: "You actually enjoy doing such boring things as dog abuse. It seems that you still hold a grudge."

"Okay, that's enough!"

Integura obviously couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed forward and grabbed Fang Mo's arm: "Kill him quickly, or let me interrogate him normally... Don't do this kind of meaningless thing." Tortured!”

"I have already interrogated him."

Fang Mo threw the small bowl at Yang Valentine's face casually, then crushed it with his foot and said.

"When did you do the trial?"

Integuera couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you torture him the whole time?"

"I'm helping him climb the ladder." Fang Mo said with a smile on his face, "You may not believe it, but I am the Super King of King Jing..."

"Can you stop talking nonsense?"

Integra interrupted Fang Mo's nonsense, took a deep breath and said with an extremely serious expression: "I really need the other party's accurate information now. The other people from the roundtable will be arriving soon. I'm begging you. OK?"

"Oh, that's okay."

Seeing the other party's sincere attitude, Fang Mo stopped playing: "They are millennium people, the same group of madmen who were defeated decades ago."

"……What did you say?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Integra, but also Akat couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Of course, the policewoman next to him was even more shocked: "Those... lunatics?! But, but Uncle Jie, didn’t they perish decades ago?”

"Wait a moment."

At the critical moment, Integra's mind was relatively calm: "Although I really want to believe you, I still want to ask, how did you... obtain this information?"

"Do you know how zombies are born?"

However, after hearing this, Fang Mo suddenly asked this question for no reason.

"ha?"

Integra was a little puzzled when he heard this, and subconsciously glanced at Akat next to him: "Maybe it was bitten by other zombies? Or is it that the body needs to be buried in a place with a strong negative energy?"

"neither."

Fang Mo shook his head and said: "To be precise, it's resentment. Zombies are monsters born from the resentment of heaven and earth."

"So what are you trying to say?"

Integula asked.

"The reason why I tortured him was actually to inspire the purest resentment in his heart." Fang Mo pointed seriously at Yang Valentine on the ground and began to rant: "Through this resentment, I can corrode and sense His thoughts...that’s how I obtained the information.”

"Is that so?"

After hearing Fang Mo's explanation, Integra nodded subconsciously.

She didn't doubt anything, because Akat also had a similar ability. After devouring the enemy, he could take the enemy's life as his own, and memory was also considered a part of life.

Therefore, Acat can seize the memory of a person after absorbing all his blood.

"Go on."

After thinking about this, Integra nodded and said, "I'm listening. Please be as detailed as possible and don't miss any information about them."

"They were the last remnant of the group that was defeated back then."

Fang Mo recalled the plot and said: "It seems that they claimed to be the last brigade. Because they were defeated that year, they turned their attention from technology to mystery, trying to create an invincible army composed of undead creatures, and then realize their goals The Millennium Empire...that is, the Millennium Ambition.”

"The last... brigade?"

Integra kept repeating the name, frowning.

"Yes, they claim to be the people who inherited the orthodoxy." Fang Mo laughed directly when he heard this: "Ah, but with all due respect, they are just a group of pure war lunatics. They know a few things..."

"You don't seem to have a jealous character."

Integra glanced at Fang Mo strangely: "Does it mean... that he has a grudge against these guys?"

"It's not like we have any grudges, it's just a matter of stance."

Fang Mo shrugged: "This group of war maniacs is hopeless. They can do anything to start a war, so let's destroy them. If they can listen to human words, I will go to them for fun, such as letting them appreciate 202... well, the future."

"Huh?"

"Anyway, that's it."

Fang Mo did not explain anything in detail, but just waved his hand and said: "The last brigade left a deep impression on me, but I still have to shoot it to death if I really meet it. After all, I still hate forgetting the original intention..."

"The last brigade?"

Before Fang Mo finished speaking, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from not far away. Everyone looked up and found that it was the bloody butler Walter who slowly walked over.

"Walter? You..."

Intergula's eyes flashed with a trace of worry.

"It's okay, Miss."

Walter smiled and wiped the blood on his face: "These are all the blood of the enemy. Although I am old, I am not so bad that I can't even deal with these garbage..."

"Really?"

Hearing this, Intergula was slightly relieved.

"But if I remember correctly, those remnants were eliminated by us decades ago, right?"

At this time, Walter wiped the blood and said: "Akate and I searched very carefully at that time, so there should be nothing left..."

"Who knows."

Akate smiled noncommittally: "Maybe another unit inherited their research."

"So... do you have any other information?"

After pondering for a while, Integula looked up at Fang Mo again: "Where is their base camp? What is the purpose? Who is the mastermind behind the scenes?"

"They don't have a clear base camp, but it seems that the specific forces are concentrated in South America."

Fang Mo recalled the plot and briefly explained some information: "The mastermind behind the scenes is a man named Major, whose specific name is unclear. He was one of the members of the guard back then. As for their purpose, it is also very simple, to get rid of the Hellsing organization and Akate... and then enjoy endless fun of war."

Fang Mo was indeed right about these information.

As explained before, the plot line of Hell Song is very short.

From the time when the vampire king Acat was on a mission, met the policewoman, to the time when Millennium launched the final battle in London, it took less than a month.

In the original book.

Millennium actually didn't have many high-end combat forces.

If you have to say, the Valentine brothers who are now running over to die are two... There is also a gambler Tuba Cain, the magic bullet shooter Lieber Van Winkle, the illusionist Thorin, the werewolf captain, and the warrant officer Schrodinger.

In addition to the above.

There are no capable people in the entire Millennium.

At most, there is a doctor in scientific research, and the pure war madman major.

In the originally not very long plot line, these high-end combat forces were sent out one after another to die, of course, the major did this to implement his own plan.

The first is the Valentine brothers.

The two unlucky guys are purely testing the strength of the Hellsing organization.

After that, if Fang Mo remembered correctly, the enemy should have led Acate to South America, and let him go on a killing spree under the stimulation of Tuba Cain, and Millennium used this to officially declare war on Britain.

Then the magic bullet shooter Lieber van Wink occupied the British warship. Because the ordinary army was helpless, Integula had no choice but to send Acate to kill the other party, but at the same time he also fell into the major's trick. Vampires cannot cross the flowing water, so Acate could not rush back to the London headquarters in time, and Millennium launched a general attack.

Then it was the chapter of the London decisive battle.

After killing all the opponent's subordinates, Acate made a mistake and was disturbed by Schrödinger's ability. Because he could not observe himself, he disappeared in the three-dimensional world.

Although the major died.

But in a sense, he also won.

This man is indeed a madman, and he even took his own life to enjoy the fun of war. Although he died in the end, he did welcome death with a satisfied smile. It is not an exaggeration to say that he won.

Anyway, this is probably the story that Hellsing tells.

"South America, Major..."

After hearing what Fang Mo said, Intergula frowned and pondered, as if he was considering the accuracy of the source of the intelligence... or thinking about the next countermeasures.

"Emperor Escape."

Out of boredom, Fang Mo continued to torture Yang Valentin on the ground: "Nine Clans Stripping Technique."

The invisible spiritual ripples turned into illusions, deeply implanted into the other party's mind, and began to torture the other party from the spiritual world, as if to fabricate true happiness like the Infinite Moon Reading, and then severely exterminate his nine clans, which greatly stimulated Yang Valentin, who was already breathing less and breathing more, and struggled desperately again.

Even the ruptured throat made a hoarse hoarse sound like an old bellows.

"No, why are you still torturing him?" Intergula was a little annoyed by the noise, and couldn't help but say: "Can't you kill him..."

It's a pity that the words were not finished.

Suddenly, a burst of dense footsteps sounded in the distant fog.

"Hmm?"

Hearing this sound, everyone present subconsciously raised their heads and looked not far away. As a result, with just such a glance, the expressions of Integra, the policewoman, and Walter immediately changed: "This... this is..."

"yes……"

Integra's face suddenly turned extremely ugly: "It's them..."

Yes, these staggering figures at this moment are none other than the guards who were killed by the ghoul troops before, as well as the workers of the engineering team.

At this moment, they were walking towards the crowd hesitantly and slowly. Their bodies were eaten into pieces, and there were two lines of blood and tears slowly dripping from the corners of their eyes. They looked like victims who were in pain and unable to escape, and there was also something in their throats. He let out a mournful whimper, as if he was wailing.

"this……"

Integra took a step back in a daze.

She could accurately identify almost every one of the guards in front of her. Some of them were even close to each other and had been working here for more than ten years. Both sides knew each other like family members or friends.

But now these people have all been turned into ghouls, into miserable monsters who are enslaved even to death.

"Miss, they..."

Butler Walter's expression was also particularly ugly at this moment: "They can't change back again."

"I know."

Integula's expression was very struggling, but soon she gritted her teeth decisively and said: "Walter, let them... rest here!"

"I understand, Miss."

Walter nodded deeply, and then pulled out a few wires and walked forward. However, the previous battle probably consumed too much energy. He had just taken two steps when his body suddenly swayed and he half-knelt on the ground. :"Well……"

"Walter?"

Seeing this, Integra helped the other person with concern.

"...I'm getting old." A trace of deep reluctance flashed in Walter's eyes, but he quickly hid it, and then turned to Integra and showed a helpless smile: "Miss, I seem to be a little unlucky. Used it.”

"you……"

"Hey, I won't be done with such a trivial matter." Fang Mo quickly took a step forward, took a deep breath and blew forward: "Fire escape, great fire extinguishes!"

"Don't!"

Integra's heart suddenly thumped, but it was a pity that she said it too late. The monstrous flames spurted out like a tidal wave. No matter the ghoul in front, or the other corpses on the battlefield, everything was there. Under the flames, they all turned into ashes, which were blown all over the sky by the wind.

"Okay, done."

Fang Mo turned around and snapped his fingers, and then said to the policewoman: "Little niece, go and get a broom to sweep up some ashes and put them in them, and keep them for worship later."

"Why?"

The policewoman here was also stunned when she heard this, and subconsciously turned her head to look at Walter.

"Miss."

But Walter suddenly noticed the strange movement at the door, and said directly: "It seems that the people from the Round Table Council are about to arrive. Do you want to go and prepare first?"

"I...forget it."

Integra opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't know what to say. Now she was very confused inside. After holding it for a long time, she just sighed deeply, and then she turned around. He walked towards the ruins: "I'll leave this to you, Walter."

"And you, by the way, General Wang."

But halfway through, Integra paused again: "I'll leave this guy to you. I take back what I just said... torture this damn bastard to death!!!"