The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

As the steward of the Helsing Institution, Walter has never been a simple old man in his twilight years.

When he was young, he was a strong man known as the God of Death, and even stood at the top of human combat power.

Using that special silk thread, he could easily strangle those monsters, and his strong physical fitness also allowed him to step into the extraordinary realm.

He can kill vampires or werewolves just by relying on his physical fitness, but those vampire bastards are not even qualified to fight him.

Unfortunately, humans cannot escape the fate of aging after all.

Aging is terrible for all existences, which means that the muscles that have been hardened over time become flabby, and the smooth and tough skin becomes full of wrinkles.

I have to face the pain of getting up at night and interrupting my complete sleep, and I have to stay away from my past preferences, whether it is appetite or the desire to reproduce.

Every day I feel like my body is getting tired quickly and I can no longer concentrate on the things in front of me.

In fact, even the slightest movement can make the body groan under the strain.

Who can be indifferent when aging comes?

At least Walter, a strong man who once stood at the pinnacle of mankind, couldn't do this.

Although he didn't want to admit his weakness, he knew that the strength he maintained was less than half of what he was at his peak.

The fragile hand bones can no longer pull the bodies of those monsters with special silk threads. Even if he cuts those monsters, there will be scars on his hands.

Walter was unwilling to give in!

"Luke, do you feel the aura on that butler's body? That feeling that is mixed with sin and gradually becomes dull."

Jessica and Luke are currently doing nothing in their room. Jessica is tidying up the bed and talking to Luke. The movements of her hands are a bit unfamiliar.

After all, she used to not care about the quality of life at all, and her state of being like a walking corpse was like a nightmare.

It's normal to wake up sloppy every day, and most of the time she's hungover. It's normal that Jessica doesn't know how to handle housework.

Fortunately, she is changing now.

"But what does that have to do with us? He is from Helsing, and his purpose is to kill monsters. Who can guarantee that the monsters who died in his hands are all bad guys?"

Luke sat on the chair by the table and watched Jessica smoothing out the wrinkles on the bed little by little, with a smile on his face.

Everything in the house was brand new, and there were no wrinkles in the bed when they came in.

If Jessica hadn't just lied on the bed, she wouldn't have to smooth it out bit by bit now.

Luke has no intention of exploring Walter's past. He never likes to know other people's secrets.

Sometimes we can get along better only if we don't understand each other, Luke firmly believes this.

"I just never thought that there are so many secrets in this world that I have never seen before."

Jessica stood up and looked at Luke in front of her, calmly examining the man she fell in love with.

Her movements seemed a little nervous, and her trembling hands could be seen with the naked eye.

"Okay, Jessica, instead of thinking about this problem, you should have a good sleep. Thinking about this kind of thing is not suitable for you and me."

Luke stood up and walked to Jessica's side, directly holding his lover in his arms.

This seemingly silly man knows how to cherish his lover after all, and he is a trustworthy person.

"I am a person who only cares about the present, and now...I only have you in front of me."

Luke reached out and touched Jessica's face, making the two people's eyes meet.

"Luke, I know, but I think the battle must at least be meaningful. I have seen some of Orac's memories. Compared to him, I am just an unlucky guy who committed a blood debt."

Jessica did not escape Luke's eyes, and her attitude towards this communication was very serious.

After seeing Orak's noble battle, Jessica had more doubts about her own existence.

She knew that she could not be that noble and pure.

"Are you trying to say that justice is always empty?"

Luke grinned:

"Is there any more just fight than fighting for the living space for those who are unable to resist? Or is there anything more legitimate than fighting for the weak?"

Luke could see a metallic luster shining along his skin.

Nerves of steel!

It is the talent that barbarians can start to learn and master among the earliest batches, and it is also one of the most important talents of barbarians.

When suffering fatal injuries, they will resist this death with the power of blood.

In the next three seconds, almost all damage was ignored.

That kind of damage reduction of up to 9.5% is enough to give a barbarian warrior a chance to turn defeat into victory.

If you want to kill a barbarian who has mastered the talent of "Iron Nerve", in addition to crushing him with force that they cannot bear, the only way to do it is with continuous powerful attacks.

An attack that can only be released once in a long time cannot take away a barbarian with the talent of "Iron Nerve".

Luke only has a huge flaw in his body control, but he is indeed a very talented fighter.

"Luke, I'm just saying, can you do nothing wrong?"

Jessica didn't pay too much attention to the changes in Luke. She spoke to Luke with concern, and put her arms around Luke's neck with a little force.

"It's enough for me to remember that I am a human being. It doesn't matter what is right or wrong when facing existences that harm human beings. When facing human beings, I will only stop the evil that is happening in front of me. Jessica, you didn't see the scene recorded by the Holy Mountain

, that’s why I hesitated about it.”

Luke tried to organize his words and paused for a moment before continuing:

"That's what Bulcaisel did. Only when he did it was called upholding justice. But he couldn't uphold justice for the entire world, so what he did after that was called revenge."

Luke said as he took out the "Fairy Tales" that recorded Madoc's life from his backpack and put it in Jessica's hand.

"Jessica, this is the 'fairy tale' of Madoc's ancestors. Maybe you can understand something from it."

Luke turned around and sat back in his chair, looking at the confused Jessica in front of him with calm eyes.

Luke is not smart, but he is not stupid either.

He's just a little too straightforward.

He was born on the streets and had some bad habits, but he was still kind and upright.

"Okay, I will read this 'fairy tale', but Matthew seems to have gone to find that Hellboy."

Jessica calmed down and said to Luke that Matthew's actions were not a secret to these barbarian recruits.

"That's Matthew's thing. We only need to show up when we need to fight. So now, beautiful lady, do you want to experience this soft bed?"

Luke hugged Jessica horizontally and said with a smile.

…

Matthew is supposed to be the kind of person who follows the rules the most, because he is a lawyer by profession.

What lawyers have to do, besides exploiting loopholes in the rules, is to maintain the existence of the rules themselves.

After all, this group relies on the existence of rules to survive, so they have also become supporters of the rules.

But Matthew now has some different views on the rules.

It's not that the jungle is strong, but he truly realizes that rules only protect those who abide by the rules, and those who try to break the rules should be dealt with in the same way.

Human rules only apply to the throwing of thunder itself, and will not be followed by monsters.

So what he wants to do is to make those monsters respect humans.

Even though this goal is still far away, it does not prevent him from taking action for it.

It just so happens that the devil is such an existence.

He despises the rules and gains strength and sense of existence from breaking all rules. Therefore, Matthew has no mercy or the mentality of a saint towards the devil.

Even when facing Hellboy, he is still hostile because he always feels that Hellboy's existence itself is full of doubts.

Neither pure demons nor pure humans are surprising, but the mixture of humans and demons is a very unusual thing.

Demons will not easily give birth to blood children, because this is to share their own power.

Matthew felt that it was necessary to meet Hellboy, just so he could learn about Helsing's unknown secrets.

He was wary of aliens.

Ma Xiu restrained his footsteps and walked along the passage.

Through sound and breath, he can easily find paths that ordinary people cannot find.

And Helsing's basement is just such a place.

Not far behind him, the Blade Warrior was doing the same thing.

The difference is that Blade doesn't follow Hellboy's aura, nor does he follow Matthew's figure.

He followed the fear that kept coming from his body step by step, in order to find the source of his fear.

The feeling of having his blood uncontrolled made him very uncomfortable. Those vampires who made him uncomfortable had become fly ash under the knife. This time he planned to defeat his fear in the usual way.

…

"Miss, I think our cooperation with SHIELD is a bit abrupt, at least not suitable for this time period."

Walter was stating his views in Integra's office. This old and powerful man could clearly tell that Steve and his party would not stay in their room obediently.

This is not a special function, but the life experience of an old man.

Steve and his team put a lot of pressure on him. Even though he was a veteran warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles, he couldn't deny that his condition was declining rapidly.

At this time, he adjusted his gloves and was ready for battle at any time.

In order to fight better, Walter had to spend some time adjusting his condition in advance.

After all, he is no longer what he used to be. Some less "intense" battles can make him feel the moans of his body being overwhelmed, and the feeling of weakness coming from his lumbar spine is full of traces of time.

"Walter, I know very well how SHIELD operates, but what do they want from us? There is only one existence here that will attract their attention, and that is Accardo."

Integra's spectacle lenses were reflecting light, and this heroic woman remained calm and composed.

Integra, the descendant of Van Helsing, will always be a brave warrior.

She has never learned to make a complete compromise, and SHIELD can only get the result of using each other with her.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is very large. Even if the Helsing Agency is a semi-official organization in the United Kingdom, it does not have the energy to confront S.H.I.E.L.D.

This cooperation is actually her limited "compromise". This "compromise" is her further retreat for the sake of Hexin.

Nick Fury successfully persuaded Integra with the exchange of high-tech products and intelligence, allowing Helsing to try to provide SHIELD with the mysterious side of help.

This is also the result Accardo defaults to.

What Integra sought was a higher political status, and a mere semi-official status could not satisfy this extremely powerful woman.

"Maybe we can't just compromise?"

On Walter's fingers, you can see the patterns formed by the silk threads reflecting the metallic light, which are similar to patterns like the tumbleweed ropes that children played with when they were young, except that the patterns in his hands are more complicated.

"Accardo will give them a moderate lesson, Walter. I remember you said, 'Graceful aging is a British romance.' Sometimes old people are not suitable for public appearances."

Integula put a cut cigar in his mouth, and Walter naturally helped Integula light the cigar.

"Do you need me to deal with any subsequent trouble?"

Walter took back the match in his hand before speaking.

He never does two things at the same time, it's all about style.

"I think Accardo will handle it. I just need to ask you to inform Silas and let her stay in her room quietly. I don't want people from SHIELD to turn their target on her."

The smoke in Integra's mouth completed a cycle as he spoke these words, and the aroma of cigars filled the room.

"So do the Vatican need further negotiations? They haven't given us an explanation yet about Alexander Anderson."

Walter took a step back obediently and lowered his head.

The special silk thread between the fingers also disappeared.

"No, SHIELD will help us complete the negotiations."

A strange light flashed on the lenses of Integra's glasses.

SHIELD wants to use Helsing, and Helsing wants to use SHIELD.

In terms of official power, no matter what organization it is, it must give SHIELD some face. After all, the authority of this organization is too great.

All major countries want to get involved here, and the Vatican urgently needs this political power.

As one of the top forces on the mysterious side, the church's political power is so weak that it's almost ridiculous.

Political status depends on national strength, and the Vatican's national strength can be described as weak.

"As you wish, miss."

Walter replied without raising his head.

For him, "butler" is his first identity, and Walter, the God of Death, is already old.