Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

Accardo stared at Anderson in front of him.

With the power of one person, he braved the hail of his bullets, broke through his thousands of troops, and fought in front of him.

Even he had to admire such behavior:

"Well done, a respectable enemy, but..."

Accardo jumped up, distanced himself from Anderson, and came into the midst of his thousands of troops.

Although the area here is small and there are few enemies, it does not affect him in the slightest from launching the Dead River.

Because his death river is full of disembodied resentful souls, which can overlap with each other without being unable to fit in.

At this moment, even though there was only a group of resentful souls around him, there were many shadows and overlapping shapes inside, and there were thousands and tens of thousands of soldiers and horses hidden inside.

Accardo was guarded by these soldiers and horses, although he had always wanted to die and longed for a vigorous end.

But since it is a vigorous and vigorous one, he cannot let go at all. What he wants is to die in full enjoyment. If that is not possible, then he will die in full enjoyment.

He stared directly at Anderson and said in a tone that was half pity and half mockery:

"What to do, what are you going to do, the monster is standing in front of you, Father?!"

"How are you going to defeat me? What's your chance of winning?"

"One in a thousand... or one in ten thousand... one in a million... one in a billion... or one in a trillion?"

Anderson's face was covered with blood and he said categorically: "Even the end of infinity is enough for me. There are some things that are not just yours!"

He used one arm to take out a box wrapped in circles of white cloth from his arms. The white cloth was covered with various strange runes.

Looking at the box, Accardo's expression changed, and he felt the aura of a holy weapon from it.

Sacred artifacts are also called holy relics in the Western alchemy system, because their birth is often closely related to the legendary supernatural beings, or they are simply left behind by them.

And because every time the Hallows appear, they cause a lot of killing and death, so they are also called the Deathly Hallows.

They are widely distributed in the hands of major Western forces.

As one of the largest powers in the West, it was normal for the Holy See to possess holy relics, and Accardo did not appear surprised.

"No wonder you have the confidence to challenge me. It turns out you brought a sacred weapon. Human, you succeeded in making me start to look at you seriously. Come on, challenge me, be my old enemy, come and kill me, I will give you this Opportunity, hahaha!”

Accardo laughed. He didn't mind if someone used the so-called holy weapon or artifact to deal with him.

Weapons are in the hands of people, and talent is the key. Isn't even him, a monster, using weapons?

If he could be killed by the person in front of him with a holy weapon, it wouldn't be a disappointment.

But soon, he stopped laughing.

I saw Anderson's hand holding the box hard and squeezing it hard. The bandage covered with charms spread out, and the box inside was shattered inch by inch, revealing the object inside, which turned out to be a long nail.

The so-called holy weapon is actually just a nail? Accardo was stunned for a moment, and after recognizing the origin of the holy nail, his expression changed drastically.

As a monster who has lived for hundreds of years, he has seen many things. The holy relic in Anderson's hand is called Helena's Holy Nail.

Helena, the mother of Constantine the Great, is said to have discovered the true cross and the nails on which Jesus was crucified in the holy city of Jerusalem.

These originally ordinary nails became holy relics because of Jesus, and they have different functions.

Some were embedded in the helmet of Constantine the Great, some were collected by the Catholic Church, some were thrown into the Adriatic Sea to calm hurricanes, and some were used to fuse themselves to turn themselves into terrifying alchemical monsters. .

As one of the holy relics left by Jesus, it is only natural that the Vatican owns it.

The third department in the Holy See responsible for the storage and management of holy relics is also called the Holy See's top secret Holy Relics Administration.

After the last fight, Anderson learned that the opponent he was facing this time was the legendary King of Vampires, so he applied for this collection from Section 3.

The opponent was a vampire and one of the trump cards in the hands of the Protestants. The Third Section had no reason to refuse, either publicly or privately, so they used some space teleportation methods to send this holy relic to Anderson.

At the same time, the Holy See also asked Anderson whether it needed to send an army of Paladins to help in the battle.

But Anderson refused. Some enemies are not useful in large numbers.

"Lenna's holy nail, Anderson, put it down. Do you want to abandon your soul and become a monster?" Accardo said tremblingly.

The reason why his voice trembled was not because of fear, but because he didn't want to see a human who made him look at him differently go astray and become a pathetic monster like him.

He has been a monster for hundreds of years, so he understands how it feels.

"I am just a blunderbuss, a blunderbuss that carries divine punishment. I wish to be born into a storm, I wish to be born into danger, I wish to be born into destruction, I wish to be born without blood and tears, but Merciless hurricane, if He can make it happen... so be it!"

Anderson made up his mind, knelt down suddenly, clenched the holy nail in his hand, and stabbed his chest fiercely.

Some things are beyond human control.

Only monsters can defeat monsters.

As the agent of divine punishment in the world, what if he turns into a monster?

"Amen!"

He roared, and stabbed into his chest fiercely in an almost fearless manner.

But the imagined scene of the heart piercing through, the holy relic entering the body, and the torrent-like power merging into the limbs and bones did not appear.

"What's going on, the holy nail..."

Anderson looked down at his chest.

At some point, a hand appeared on his chest.

This hand was like an iron clamp, holding the holy nail tightly. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake him at all.

"Holy relic, Deathly Hallows, this thing doesn't look very good, it can't be compared with the magic skill at all!"

An indifferent voice commented from behind.

Anderson's heart sank, and the only remaining hand continued to hold the holy nail without letting go. A sharp gun sword came out of his mouth. He bit the hilt of the sword, turned around and chopped towards the back.

"Clang!"

The crisp low sound of metal and iron suddenly rang out, and the gun sword that originally cut iron like mud seemed to have chopped on an extremely hard object and could not move an inch.

What on earth is that? Is it Akado's trick? Anderson looked up and saw a pair of thick eyebrows pressing in front of his eyes.

It was a man taller than him, standing behind him, holding his holy nail with one hand, and looking at it with interest.

Who? When? Anderson was shocked. He wanted to fight back, but his eyes went dark and a big hand kept growing in front of him.

"Ka Ka Ka!"

Zhang Zhiwei grabbed Anderson's head like a basketball.

He arrived just when Anderson charged at Akado.

But seeing Anderson's charge, even he couldn't help but look sideways and stood in the dark to look at it.

At the same time, he also wanted to know what the confidence of this priest was and what his trump card was, which made you do such a desperate move.

Now, he saw that he felt a high-quality power and a strong subjective will from the holy nail that Anderson took out.

The means and things that he had felt before that concealed his subjective power were very weak, and he could not detect them at all until he reached a certain level.

Even these subjective powers had little impact on himself.

They were either like prohibitions, explicitly prohibiting you from doing certain things, or boiling a frog in warm water, influencing your thinking imperceptibly.

But the subjective power in this holy nail was different. It was quite powerful. Once it was integrated into the body, it would definitely change your thinking in an instant, turning you into a monster that was 100% in line with its subjective power.

It was just like the list of people who had converted to evil that he had encountered before.

Once converted, no matter what you thought, there would be evil whispers ringing in your ears, constantly influencing you, and the subjective consciousness in this holy nail was much more powerful than those whispers.

Once this priest used it, he would probably become a monster from body to mind.

Please...collect 6...books...!

Of course, for this point, perhaps in Anderson's view, it was insignificant. Not only would he not resist, he would embrace it.

Just like what he said just now, he was willing to be the gun sword of God and a ruthless hurricane.

However, all this ended because of the appearance of Zhang Zhiwei, and his hurricane dream was shattered by Zhang Zhiwei alone.

Anderson was called the gun sword priest. His body was strengthened and he was extremely powerful. He could tear steel apart, but in Zhang Zhiwei's hands, he could not stir up any waves.

At this time, he was no longer obsessed with the holy nail.

He let go of the hand holding the holy nail, and a gun sword appeared in his palm. He used all his power to poke Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.

There was a loud "clang" sound, and the gun sword broke, but the opponent was unharmed, not even a hair was hurt.

Anderson's heart thumped, and then he was lifted up and pressed heavily to the ground. With a loud bang, the ground cracked like a spider web.

Anderson's glasses were broken, his mouth was wide open, the energy in his body was dispersed by an irresistible force, and he almost lost the ability to resist.

Today was the darkest moment in his life of fighting demons and defending the way. He encountered an unprecedented failure that he had never imagined.

"Tiantong... Master..."

He looked at Zhang Zhiwei with bloodshot eyes. He had fought with Zhang Zhiwei's lightning incarnation before, so he naturally recognized his aura.

"Master!"

The moment he saw Zhang Zhiwei, Huang Jiuye breathed a sigh of relief and almost wanted to cry with joy.

"Finally, Master Tiantong!"

Wang Yuqiao, the leader of the Axe Gang who was secretly observing, also breathed a sigh of relief. In that situation just now, he had to enter the scene in person.

"It's not that he finally came, he was actually always here. Did you notice that after Master Tiantong came, the lightning figure that was about to disappear was replenished and restored to its prime." Dai Chunyu said.

On the field, Akado also stared at Zhang Zhiwei, and the bad mood that Anderson was about to turn into a monster suddenly disappeared.

He grinned and laughed: "It's this breath. Only humans can defeat monsters. You are finally here, my nemesis."

"Nemesis?!"

Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head and glanced at Akado: "Don't add drama to yourself. I don't even have an opponent, so how can there be any nemesis?!"

Akado was stunned at first, and then he laughed. This was the opponent he wanted. He set up his double guns and made a reverse cross shape.

When facing a real opponent, there is no need to talk too much nonsense, everything is in your hands.

At the same time, the resentful souls around him suddenly gathered together, and the movement was so loud that it was like a huge wave. In short, it was really a huge sea of ​​people.

"Attack his original body. He can be killed in this state!" Anderson said very hard behind Zhang Zhiwei.

Although he was suddenly defeated by Zhang Zhiwei, he chose the human without hesitation between the position of human and monster.

"It's not that easy to kill!"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand and shot a palm thunder as thick as a bucket. It was rough, wild, and thorough. It directly blasted through the sea of ​​people guarding in front of Akado and smashed the figure in the reverse cross posture.

But soon, Akado's figure appeared in another direction.

Although Akado had the possibility of being killed after using the Death River, as long as he didn't seek death himself, how could he do it so easily?

As one of the earliest vampires, even if he does not rely on the life absorbed from the dead river to revive, he still has extremely terrifying recovery ability. Even if his heart is crushed and his head is blown up, he can recover quickly.

Moreover, he can change his form freely, that is to say, as long as he wants, he can become any form and hide in this dead river with thousands of troops.

It is impossible to kill him simply by decapitation tactics.

Even Hirsing defeated him with absolute strength with the help of four powerful paladins.

Akado controlled a large number of resentful souls to attack Zhang Zhiwei.

Because the space was too small and there was only one target, those resentful souls gathered together, crying, tumbling, biting, and sweeping over the sky and the earth.

Under this overwhelming tide of resentful souls, Zhang Zhiwei looked like an ant to a mountain.

"Tiantong Sect Leader, hahahaha..."

On the top of the "mountain", Akado was laughing wildly, his demeanor became more and more excited and crazy.

He stretched out his palm to Zhang Zhiwei from a distance and pressed it hard.

As his hand moved, the resentful souls continued to change and reorganize, and actually formed a giant hand composed of resentful souls that connected the sky and the earth, and slapped it hard.

This scene can only be described as horrifying.

Whether it was Huang Jiuye and others, or Walter from Akado's group, or Anderson who fell to the ground, even the Axe Gang and others who were secretly observing from a distance, they couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and immediately looked at Zhang Zhiwei's original body.

In this kind of scene, what means should the Tiantong Sect Leader use to deal with it? Thunder method? Facing so many enemies at once, even the thunder method that is naturally countered by ghosts and evil spirits is probably not easy to deal with.

But unexpectedly, facing this shocking blow, Zhang Zhiwei did not use thunder method.

There was no sadness or joy on his face, and he did not make any movements. He just spit out a blue flame towards the giant hand that was pounding the sky and the earth.

The flame was very small, but the moment it touched the giant hand, it was like a spark that set the prairie on fire, and the flames that reached the sky suddenly rose.