The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

"Steve, are you sure it's a good thing to let Matthew go it alone?"

Rumlow was sitting opposite Steve and said, looking a little weird.

He held a special cigarette in his left hand and a bottle of vodka in his right hand. There were several cakes and two teacups on the table.

It was supposed to be meal time soon, so they shouldn't act rashly at this time.

"Helsing has already acquiesced to our approach. Although I hate to say this, we are here as SHIELD personnel."

Steve picked up the teacup and took a sip, speaking feebly.

Even though he and Nick Fury don't get along very well, now he still has to do this according to Nick Fury's wishes.

This is not something that is arranged in advance, but something that will inevitably be done after arriving here.

Helsing will not easily believe in their fighting power, even if he is the famous Captain America.

And they will not entrust the leadership of the battle to Helsing, so if they want to obtain the leadership of the next battle, they have to use this somewhat disturbing method to decide.

Matthew is a good candidate. Among the current people, Matthew has the strongest combat effectiveness.

Matthew, who was training with Leiko, was only weaker than Rorschach, a talented warrior on the Holy Mountain.

At the same time, only Matthew is good at acting within the rules.

"I am very glad to have left SHIELD at this time, otherwise it would be my turn to consider these things."

Rumlow took a swig of wine and then burped.

"I remember you were not like this before. At that time, you always had a serious expression on your face."

Steve looked at Rumlow in front of him and felt a little funny.

"People will always change. It doesn't seem to be a problem for me to live a more comfortable life after leaving SHIELD."

Rumlow shook his head, then sat up straight.

"It's about to start. I'm worried that Luke and the others will get involved."

Steve glanced at the direction of Luke and Jessica's house with amusement.

"Don't look at Luke looking stupid. You must know that he is the successor chosen by Madoc's ancestor. He is smarter than you think."

Rumlow stood up, apparently planning to take a rest:

"It's almost time to start. Matthew can handle it."

After Rumlow said these words, he left Steve's house, intending to take a nap.

"It's really troublesome. We shouldn't get involved in political events."

Steve drank all the tea in the cup, then picked up his shield and prepared for battle.

Although he still trusts Matthew, this place is Heising's territory, and he will not place his hope on others for the matter to stop.

…

Helsing's basement was filled with the smell of burned out cigars, and the smoke and dust made Matthew want to sneeze.

"Hellboy!"

Matthew had already grabbed the weapon and placed it in front of him, and he was ready to charge.

It wasn't that Hellboy was hostile to him, but that the slumped red figure sitting on the bench holding red wine put tremendous pressure on him.

It was not a question of good or evil, but a strong smell of death and a chaotic feeling as if the lives of millions of people were being melted into a furnace.

"Are you the soldier that day?"

Hellboy is sitting cross-legged opposite Accardo. His huge reminder makes him not much shorter than Accardo even when he is sitting on the ground.

Hellboy crushed the cigar in his hand aside, and the pile of cigarette butts and ashes on the ground looked like a small dirt bag.

He felt strange that Matthew would appear here.

"who's that person?"

Matthew asked Hellboy with his face turned toward Accardo, who was wearing an interesting expression.

Rather than directly asking that dangerous guy, it would be more appropriate to ask Hellboy, an "acquaintance".

"he?"

Hellboy turned his head and glanced at Accardo, and then said to Matthew naturally:

"Accardo, a vampire. But when did you come here?"

Hellboy touched the severed horn on his head and asked Matthew in surprise.

He was deeply impressed by Matthew as a warrior, who could bring down the Ghost Rider head-on, and who also had the power to defeat him head-on.

Matthew's appearance in Helsing made him somewhat confused, but using his brain was not something he was good at, so he simply asked directly.

As soon as Hellboy finished speaking, Accardo's voice rang directly:

"Oh? Can you feel my danger? It's really exciting..."

Accardo interrupted the exchange between Hellboy and Matthew, shaking the red wine glass in his hand and speaking inexplicably.

A pair of eyes hidden under orange sunglasses began to glow red.

"Accardo, you haven't said a word to me for so many days, why did you talk to him directly?"

Hellboy took out the last chocolate bar he had and was unpacking it.

Accardo did not answer Hellboy's question, but looked at Matthew with a somewhat cautious smile.

"So are you human? Tell me!"

Accardo stood up directly. His tall figure and noble-like posture made him full of enchanting beauty.

As he stood up, the dangerous aura of chaos began to envelope Matthew's body like a tide.

"Monster!? Not a demon? I can't say evil, but kindness is far from you! How many people have you killed!"

Matthew's words were a little confusing, and his tone even sounded like he was asking.

His feet have begun to exert force, and the muscles in his slender calves have begun to swell. If there is a need to fight, Matthew can pierce the weapon into Accardo's body in the next moment.

"It's great. You look like the man I remember. It's great! There are such powerful humans in the world!"

Accardo's voice was trembling, and the shadows on the ground began to sway.

No one knew why he was excited, but the overwhelming momentum made Matthew ready.

"Who are you!"

Blade Warrior's voice appeared somewhat suddenly at this time, and Accardo's thoughts of fighting were instantly dismissed.

He wanted a fight, a fight to the death with real humans.

But he wouldn't want to perform for a beast on a shabby stage.

This beast is talking about Blade!

"Mixed-blood bastard? You came at the wrong time..."

A chill emanated from Accardo's body, and his mood was completely ruined.

His white and slender hand was seen picking up the pistol from the small round table on one side, and directly pointed at the Blade Warrior and pulled the trigger.

With a "Bang!" sound, the bullet came out of the chamber and was split in half by the blade in the blink of an eye with the long silver knife on his back.

The bullet fell to the ground as if it had lost all power, but there was also a crack in the silver katana.

"Oh? Excellent swordsmanship. I didn't know those beasts could learn such a technique."

This time Accardo looked at the blade no longer with complete contempt, but with a hint of appreciation.

Pure strength may change due to bloodline and other reasons, but only technology is something you pay for in return.

Even in Japan, the swordsmanship of the blade is enough to be called a swordsman. This kind of strength has nothing to do with blood, but only the level of talent and hard work.

Accardo doesn't hate this guy.

"What's your name? I'm interested in hearing your name. I'm a little surprised that someone like you can appear among the bastards who have stolen the power of a real vampire."

Accardo's tone is condescending, and he will maintain the lowest level of respect when facing humans.

That is the reverence of the half-dead for life.

But facing Blade, who is half vampire bastard, Accardo's respect is extremely limited.

So his tone was still condescending.

"Eric Brooks, who exactly are you?"

Blade's arm trembled slightly, and the bullets fired from that special pistol were beyond the reach of ordinary bullets.

Splitting the bullet was already difficult for him.

Even at this time, he did not say that he was proud to be nicknamed "Day Walker". That kind of crushing on the life level made him feel the fear he had not seen for a long time.

You must know that even when Father Anderson was nailed to the ground like a harpoon, he did not feel such fear in his heart. At that time, he only felt that death was approaching.

And now the fear contained in his body made him feel so strange for the first time.

Blade is very aware of the advantages and disadvantages of pistols in short-range combat. When extraordinary people encounter evenly matched opponents, they trust their bodies and cold weapons more than pistols.

The way Accardo fought showed that he didn't take this fight seriously.

"Don't those bastards who stole my name even know who I am? That's right, that big piece of trash doesn't dare to pass on the truth.

Now I've had enough fun, if you want to fight, let's start."

Accardo did not sit back in his chair, but poured a new glass of red wine and held it up.

"Well, Matthew, right? I remember your name was this."

Hellboy shouted to Matthew. As for Matthew's name, he had already found it through the channels of the Supernatural Investigation and Defense Bureau.

He understands the horror of Accardo better than Matthew and Blade.

Although he didn't know why Accardo maintained a certain degree of equality towards him, he didn't want a fight to happen here.

"Why did you come to Hesing? It's not just to find me, right?"

Hellboy doesn't want to see the fight happen.

He knew very well the level of Matthew's power, which was indeed powerful, but compared to Accardo's terror, Matthew was like gravel struck by the waves.

The battle with Accardo cannot be said to be a battle, it should be said to be an endless war.

"We came here in accordance with SHIELD's request, just to seek cooperation with Hydra that we may encounter next. Director Nick Fury should have told your Ms. Integra about this."

Matthew stood in front of the blade, whose body began to tremble, and the weapons in his hands were placed on both sides of his body.

In any case, Blade is his temporary teammate. For this veteran of the Howling Commandos and a guy who doesn't feel any sinful aura about him, Matthew's stance is very firm.

Although he still maintains a fighting posture, this posture is much better than the previous posture where he was about to collide in the next second.

"Then, just fight Silas. If you win, you will have the right to act independently when the battle occurs. If you lose, you will fight according to Integra's arrangements."

Accardo really wanted to fight Matthew himself, and his enthusiasm came from the bottom of his heart.

But if the battle really begins, Accardo may not be able to care about Integra's arrangements, so he simply lets Silas feel the power of the strongest among humans.

Alexander Anderson, whom I met before, is also an opponent who can bring excitement and anticipation to Accardo.

Seles is still too immature now, and has never even sucked blood once after becoming a vampire.

Silas like this is just what Accardo calls a half-assed person.

"Silas, come down here. Bring your weapons."

Akkado calls his "daughter" in a way that is unique to vampires. This kind of paging from superiors to subordinates can transcend space.

After receiving the call, Silas immediately took action with his large specially made firearm.

Accardo's satisfied eyes were obscured by orange sunglasses, but judging from his relaxed posture, he was very comfortable.

"I said, why haven't you left yet? What are you waiting for?"

Accardo spoke to Hellboy in a weird accent, and slowly poured red wine down his throat.

"The last time we met, you looked at me with a special look. I was just waiting for an answer."

Hellboy answered Accardo in a serious tone.

He has been in this basement for a long time, and he wants to know the truth about his life experience from Accardo.

For this reason, he is even willing to compete with an immortal species for endurance.

"When it's time for you to know, you will naturally know. You are not qualified yet."

Accardo answered Hellboy in a perfunctory tone, and he had no expectations for Hellboy.

Even though the fully awakened Hellboy has the power to fight with him, Accardo is not looking forward to this at all.

"Only humans can kill monsters."

This is the belief that Accardo persists to this day. He is willing to hand over his life full of sin when facing humans, but he does not want to and will not lose at the hands of another monster.

"Mr. Accardo, do you speak for Ms. Integuera?"

Matthew stared at Accardo with dull eyes, as if he could see him.

That ever-present source of fear allowed Matthew to locate Accardo without any other means.

The darkness is filled with fanatical beliefs and an almost morbid and twisted love.

Millions of emotions are rising from Accardo's body, and the shadow on the ground seems to flash a red light!

"That's what she asked for, Matthew. By the way, what's your full name?"

Accardo raised his glass to Matthew from afar:

"Are you going to try my collection?"

Accardo invited someone to have a drink with him for the first time, his tone full of expectations.

"My name is Matthew Murdoch. Thank you for your kindness, but it still doesn't work. I can't get used to that."

Matthew finally let down his guard and hung the weapon on his waist.

Then he took out a clay pot from his backpack and opened the mud seal.

In an instant, a strong smell of alcohol filled the room.

Matthew raised his head and drank half a can of spirits. This was a graduation gift given to him by Reco. There were only three cans in total.

It was a gift from Bulcaisuo to Leco who was on his journey, but it was a pity that Leco didn't have time to create a legend.

After receiving the gift, Matthew used his savings to buy three boxes of vodka as a return gift for Reco.

Then he threw the remaining half of the jar directly to Accardo.

"Try it, this is my most precious wine."

Matthew's body has adapted to the pressure of this place, and with his performance, a brute and rough aura began to spread from his body.

Although it is not as powerful as the momentum Accardo released unintentionally, it is enough just to stand here calmly.

"It's really surprising and reminds me of the old days."

Accardo took the liquor and drank it directly into his mouth without any grace at all.

The wine did not leak out, but all entered Accardo's stomach.

The burning sensation made Accardo take a long breath.

"I still care about your complexity of millions of lives blended into one."

Matthew couldn't convey this emotion with his eyes, but he could clearly express his meaning with words.

"You will know by then. Isn't this the purpose of your coming here?"

Accardo finished the strong drink in the blink of an eye, and placed the earthenware pot full of the scent of time on the ground.

"Did you know? Blood is the currency of the soul. There is the blood of a strong man in this jar of wine. It's a pity that his soul is not very complete, which makes the wine a little bit dull."

Accardo looked at Matthew in front of him with a smile and said something strange.

This wine was given to Reco by Bulcasso back then. As Bulcaso's earliest work, his blood was in it in order to suppress the somewhat disgusting smell of demon blood.

Later this practice was replaced by the springs of the higher heavens.

"I don't know about this. This was given to me by an elder who deserves respect."

Matthew was not interested in this matter at all.

Accardo was confused.

There is nothing wrong with the saying that blood is the currency of the soul, but the information he can read from this bit of blood is extremely limited.

Just a few fleeting images.

But the feeling of incompleteness in his soul lingered, giving him an emotion called regret.

Accardo felt that this must be a very troublesome matter, so he calmed down his expression.

A face as calm as a wax statue.

"Master, did you call me?"

Silas appeared in the basement with the spear on his back, his blond hair tied back and the little fangs at the corners of his mouth looking a little playful.

The Blade Warrior immediately looked at Silas, but Matthew didn't even turn his head.

He didn't need vision to confirm the identity of the other party. The fact that he couldn't hear the heartbeat at all already showed the girl's identity.

vampire!

But Matthew couldn't feel the slightest sin from Silas's body, nor could he feel even a trace of mixed feeling of life.

Obviously Accardo's mixed aura is just an exception, at least not every vampire is like that.

"This gentleman needs a fight. I'm not in a good position to take action. I leave it to you. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. As long as you can do it, you can do anything."

Accardo's magnetic voice sounded, and he pointed to Matthew's position with his chin.

Although this gesture is not very polite, no one will care.

But Seles didn't react for a moment.

She pointed a finger at herself somewhat stupidly, like a child seeking confirmation from her "father".

"What is the name of this lady?"

Matthew asked Accardo, he was too embarrassed to ask such a cute girl.

"Silas Victoria! Get ready to fight, then fight! He doesn't need your hold back or hesitation!"

Accardo answered Matthew's question by calling Silas's name.

Silas stood up straight, like a child who didn't know why he was being scolded, and chose to do as asked with doubts.

"Sir, although I don't know your name, please be prepared!"

Silas' loud voice sounded, and then the spear on his back was already in his hand.

That overly long firearm was obviously not something that ordinary humans could control, and its large caliber could almost be called a cannon.

Silas was full of seriousness, and Matthew was a little surprised by his unyielding obedience regardless of the circumstances.

"I will go all out, but I won't aim for your head and heart."

Matthew nodded to Silas, and then spoke seriously.

"Understood, sir! I cannot control the destructive power of firearms, so please be careful!"

Silas has already pointed the barrel of the gun at Matthew and can shoot directly the next moment.

Although he has never sucked blood, his physical fitness as a vampire has already worked!

Even though Silas does not have strong melee capabilities at this time, he can still pose a powerful threat with just his firearms.

"ha!"

Matthew let out a war cry, already holding the weapon in his hand, and launched a violent charge at Silas!

There is no need to hold back when fighting vampires. This attitude was already conveyed to Matthew with his cold breath when Accardo spoke.

"Bang!" The sound of gunshots, which was countless times louder than before, echoed in the basement.

Matthew hit the huge warhead directly with the mace, passed through the flames caused by the explosion, and stabbed the weapon into Silas's abdomen.

Then with a strong force on his waist, Silas was thrown up to the ceiling.

A circle of dense blisters appeared on Matthew's body, which was caused by the high temperature generated when the elixir exploded.

But Matthew didn't notice it and turned his body in the direction where Silas was about to land!

"boom!"

Another gunshot!

Silas adjusted his posture when he was thrown away, and fired another shot just before hitting the ceiling!