Choose the Sharingan at the beginning of the American manga

"It's raining."

An hour later, Wayne and others logged in on a small island. Professor Bloom touched his wet cheeks, looked up at the dim sky, and said in a deep voice.

It was already dark at this time, but the sky was gloomy, with dazzling white thunder flashing from time to time, as if the raindrops falling due to this were all black and evil.

"This is a good sign." Wayne joked as he watched Bloom become a little nagging again.

"Although darkness has fallen, the devil has not yet come. You should look away, Professor Bloom."

"Sir, our people found the remains of a church in front." At this time, Dambang trotted over from the front against the rain.

As officers and scientific advisors, they were the last ones to log in. Before that, both Sergeant Whitman and the Howling Commandos had already sent people to investigate.

"Church, have you found any Axis troops?" Wayne's expression suddenly became serious.

"I haven't seen any Axis troops yet, but there has been some movement on this island recently. Considering this, Sergeant Whitman hasn't sent anyone deep yet." Damtan said quickly.

Although the bad weather helped them sneak in, once they encountered the building complex, they did not dare to go deep without getting specific information.

Because at this time, as long as the opponent has an ambush, it is very likely to bring about the annihilation of the entire army.

Wayne obviously knew this, and immediately shot Damn, "Take me there."

"Professor Bloom, you may encounter danger next. I suggest you follow the troops." After speaking, Wayne looked at Bloom kindly.

"Thank you, but I can protect myself, and if I really meet the devil, I know how to deal with him." Bloom shook his head, took out the cross on his chest and said.

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"Okay." Wayne finally recognized Professor Bloom.

Although he thought that Steve, who had not received the super serum, could beat him twice, but he was so stubborn, what could he do.

He had no choice but to wink at Damtan and follow him for protection at all times.

After all, he is the personal adviser to the president. If something happens, he will not be easy to explain.

This is also wartime. If it were Trump at that time, he would be the president, and Wayne would not be a bird if he said nothing.

Chaebols and capitalists, who are not?

Soon, under the leadership of Damtan, Wayne and others came to the ruins of the church they mentioned.

The entire church looked dilapidated from a distance, with half of the walls collapsed. Only the crucified Jesus in front of the church was still hanging on the cross.

In this thunderstorm weather, it seemed a bit eerie.

"Right ahead, we found traces of human activity." Sergeant Whitman was a rough and arrogant man. When he saw Wayne arriving, he wiped the rain from his forehead and said immediately.

"Let's take action." Wayne nodded.

Soon, a group of people took advantage of the night and slowly walked over. When they entered the courtyard deep in the church, they saw a sound of people coming from the front.

Under the lights, a group of Axis soldiers were seen, constantly carrying modern equipment.

Searchlights are all over the perimeter of the altar, thick and long cables, generators, rotating instruments like centrifuges...

Whenever Wayne thinks about these rituals used to summon demons, he feels it is against the law.

"It's true that science is the primary productive force of progress." Wayne didn't know how to evaluate it, so he could only say it silently in his heart.

"Karl Rubet Kroenen, he is actually here. It seems that the situation is more serious than I thought."

At this time, Wayne, who was already lurking under an end wall, heard Professor Bloom say from the side.

"Who?" Wayne was stunned. When did this kid run up to him? Thinking of this, he glanced hard at the Damn Bomb beside him.

"Adolf's chief assistant, the leader of the Thule Cult, is the man with the poison mask." Bloom pointed at the officer standing in the center.

"Have you seen the bald man wearing a sacrificial robe? His name is Grigory. He has been castrated, burned, and waterboarded...

He suffered unbearable punishments for ordinary people. Many people thought he was dead, but guess what, he is still alive and well. "Bloom said, with a deep fear in his eyes.

"What should we do now?" Damtan whispered as he lay behind the wall.

"Doctor, once the ceremony begins, will the person who presides over the ceremony be able to act?" Wayne glanced at Sergeant Whitman who was looking over, and asked with a solemn expression.

If this Grigory is really so difficult to deal with, he is obviously a genuine black mage.

Wayne wasn't sure if he could deal with this kind of person now. After all, mages were generally very weird.

"If the two of them are here, they are obviously not summoning ordinary demons, because ordinary demon summoning does not require such a grand ceremony." After thinking for a while, Bloom gave the answer.

"Then it's highly likely that he won't be able to move freely."

"Well, once the high-level summoning ceremony is interrupted, the person responsible for the summoning will definitely suffer a huge backlash." Bloom said this and pushed up his glasses.

"In other words, death is highly likely."

After saying this, everyone immediately understood the time to take action.

At this time, Grigori, who was standing in front of the altar, was wearing a huge technological glove and began to recite the incantation with a solemn expression.

bang

As a bolt of lightning shot out from his hand, a wave of ripples visible to the naked eye suddenly vibrated outside his body.

Thunder and lightning struck the rotating instrument in the center of the altar, and in just a few breaths, a white door to space opened.

The reason why it is called a space door is because once the light door is opened, it generates a huge attraction force and absorbs a searchlight tied with cables outside the altar.

There is quite a feeling that if mana is not enough, technology will make up for it.

This novel summoning method is like the arrival of a goddess with two-dimensional interchangeable figures.

If Bloom hadn't looked so serious, Wayne would have had the urge to laugh.

Even so, a strong sense of ridicule lingers in my heart.

After observing for another half minute and confirming that the division that was praised by the Axis powers was struggling to maintain the summoning ceremony, Wayne decisively made an offensive gesture towards Damn Bomb and Sergeant Whitman.

"Do it."

click

Almost as soon as Wayne finished speaking, the fat officer in charge of recording the journey was held down by Dr. Bloom next to him with his camera.

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"This scene is very precious and must be recorded in detail." The little fat man's voice became softer and softer as he spoke.

The looks from his teammates made him feel a lot of pressure.

"When we get back, hang him up and beat him." Wayne looked at Sergeant Whitman expressionlessly.

The latter nodded silently.

The little fat man feels very innocent, it was obviously you who said he was going to do it.

If you don’t take pictures now, you won’t have to take pictures later.

But no one paid attention to him now. Because of this bastard's reckless behavior, an Axis soldier who noticed the movement came towards them.

Fortunately, the little fat man shrank quickly, so the man did not choose to report immediately, but instead chose to take the initiative to investigate clearly.

I guess it was because the ruins were already dilapidated and it was a rainy day, so I didn’t want to disturb the ceremony.

But unfortunately, he was greeted by two grenades from Wayne.