"Vampires are really something that makes people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts."

Father Alexander Anderson emerges from the halo of the page.

He closed his hands, and the pages flying in the sky were caught in his hands, turning into a Bible.

Not long ago, he said goodbye to Mephisto and Constantine, and now he appears in the dirty sewers again.

A cleric in black put down his walkie-talkie and saluted Anderson.

"We are all lambs and brothers, and everything is the same as it is in the garden of our Lord."

Father Anderson looked at the clergy in front of him with a hearty smile. Piety is Anderson's trademark and everything about him.

Faith appeased him with the justice born from killing, and kept him from going astray.

Although he also hates pagans in addition to ghosts and monsters, he will eventually be more tolerant when facing humans.

The swollen eyes on his face reflected the light, making him look much softer.

"Father Anderson, the Sunwalker is being hunted by vampires. This time it's not the kind of blood-sucking bastards, but the kind we're paying attention to."

"You can leave first and I will take care of the situation here."

Anderson smiled and nodded. He always looks compassionate towards the Lord's believers.

He had heard the name Sunwalker before, and although he admired the demi-human's deeds, he still didn't like the half-vampire bastard.

After the clergymen resigned, only Anderson was left standing there.

"The Killer", "The Decapitation Detective", "The Regenerator", "Angel Dust" and "The Gunsword Priest".

These are the nicknames of Alexander Anderson. He always kills all enemies with a bayonet. He is the so-called ace of the Thirteenth Section of the Vatican.

Fighting the enemy full-time is the task of Section 13.

Being labeled as a traitor, what he did was contrary to God's love for all mankind regardless of good or evil.

They are "traitors" who stand under the banner of God and go against God's will to clean up sin.

Anyone who goes against God's will is a "traitor", but Section 13 will never regret it. They are the sharp knives of the church, attacking all enemies.

Compared to those mysterious magical arts, Father Anderson is better at bringing death to his enemies with his own hands.

I even thought about going to hell after death and continuing to fight with those demons until all the demons were killed.

Whether it is the blood-sucking bastards represented by the Sunwalker Blade Warriors or the vampire legend that began in Akkad, for Alexander Anderson, they are all enemies that must be dealt with. He has no mercy for these guys.

Not far from the direction he was facing at this time, the Blade Warrior was running away quickly. Yang Valentine behind him had already made him unable to think of any good solutions.

All the Blade Warrior's attacks had no obvious effect on that guy. Neither the concentrated garlic juice nor the anticoagulant could make the guy show any signs of interfering with his actions.

He even began to wonder if what he was facing was a vampire. In the previous duel, the silver blade did not have any immediate effect, and it just left wounds like ordinary knives.

And that guy doesn't seem to have the extraordinary recovery ability of a vampire.

But now he can only run away quickly and try his best to save his life.

"Devils, after all, do not deserve to feel the mercy of the Lord, nor do they deserve to sleep with the Lamb."

The Bible in Father Anderson's hand turned into a bayonet, and a dazzling light flashed between the sharp edges.

His bayonet is transformed from the pages of the Bible. He has as many weapons as there are pages in the Bible.

Then the two bayonets were crossed in front of him, forming the image of a cross.

"Amen!"

As Anderson shouted, the figure of the blade appeared directly in Anderson's field of vision.

The Bible was scattered into countless pages, and the pages were emitting a golden light with a hint of flame, filling the entire sewer area.

This place has become a sealed environment by Father Anderson, and all enemies cannot leave this place without his permission.

The moment Blade Warrior saw Anderson in front of him, his heart beat violently for a moment.

Then gritted his teeth and tried to leave from here.

"Even if he is good, he is not an apostle. He is just a serious disease thirsting for blood, waiting only for the glory of the Lord."

Anderson's figure appeared to be swaying only slightly.

A ferocious arc formed at the corner of his mouth. The originally kind face was more terrifying than a hungry ghost in hell at this moment. The clear anger even made the blade lose consciousness.

The moment the two crossed each other, four bayonets were inserted into the Blade Warrior's body, and a huge cross scar was left on his chest.

The blade warrior's wrists and both feet were pierced by bayonets, and the blazing fire on the bayonets was burning fiercely, making the sound of crackling barbecue.

The injuries on his body, together with the blood he was spraying, only left some blood stains on the priest's clothes.

The cross pendant hanging on Father Anderson's chest was swinging from side to side.

His body was still in the same posture as before, as if he hadn't moved at all.

"Devil, die!"

Anderson's figure walked slowly forward directly in the direction where the blade was running, with the bayonet in front of him placed on both sides of his body, his hands slightly raised, ready to fight at any time.

It looks as if the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle.

The person who conducted the vampire investigation before had told him the mission of this trip, to clean up the weird vampires here.

It is his mission to protect the existence of mankind and eliminate the enemies of the church. This time, if there were no other people in the Thirteenth Section nearby, it would not be his turn to take action personally.

After all, Blade Warrior is not a pure-blooded vampire bastard. As a daywalker, he was spared by Anderson because of the human part of his body.

As long as he can withstand the burning flames on his body, he will be free.

The Holy Light will completely burn the part that belongs to the vampire bastard, and what is left will be a complete human being.

As for Yang Valentine, there was no way he could save his life under Anderson's hands.

Anderson's power has exceeded the scope of human beings.

Although he is still a human being, he can no longer measure Father Anderson by human standards.

His devout faith and belief in defeating the hungry ghosts even if he died made him stronger.

…

"Tony, go to sleep."

Pepper coaxed the groggy Tony like a child.

A hand gently stroked Tony's hair. Her body exuded the brilliance of motherhood, the kind of love that was only shown when no one was watching, which made Peppa look beautiful.

The two of them had no idea that the place they were in was not their own private space.

Rumlow and Bulcaisel outside the room were almost finished chatting, and they couldn't think of any topic to continue.

After a period of silence, Rumlow finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Why did you choose to give me a chance and watch that veteran die?"

Rumlow thought of his previous self and was a little concerned.

Speaking of which, the veteran might be more decent than he was at the beginning.

"Your opportunity was not given to you by me, but by Tariq and Mocott. At that time, I really planned to just knock you to death."

Burcasso felt a little sleepy, closed his eyes slightly and said casually.

There is no need to hide this kind of thing.

"I do not quite understand."

Rumlow glanced at Tony, who was sleeping soundly in the room, and felt a little uncomfortable.

"Do you think that after you complete your redemption, you will no longer bear the blood debt of those victims?"

Bulcasso spoke motionless, as if he didn't say anything. It wasn't that Rumlow hadn't thought about these things, Rumlow just wanted to hear an answer from Bulcasso's mouth.

Rumlow knew very well that the blood debt on his body would not disappear just because he made up for it.

Just like a nail driven into wood, even if it is removed, it will leave a hole. Sometimes it is done, and there is no excuse and no way to make up for it.

As he got to know the barbarians better, he understood that the aura on his body might be uglier than that of that mean Constantine.

After all, he had never done anything good before this.

"I don't think so. I may need to do more, but..."

"It's just that you don't know what to do, because it's not your turn to sacrifice in this world, and it doesn't need you to do anything for those victims?"

Bulcasio interrupted Rumlow somewhat rudely and did not give Rumlow time to defend himself.

"That Bucky, he has a little bit of kindness in him that has been overwhelmed by sin. He may be more upright and kind than you."

Bulcasso picked up the bottle and blew on it.

"But just like when I wanted to kill you, Tariq and Mocott stopped me, but when the kid inside did it, no one stopped him."

Bulcaisel has always disliked the empty statement of fatalism. If everything is destined, then everyone will lie on the ground and do nothing. Let's see if fate wants everyone to be hungry during this period.

die.
To be continued...