Under the Root

"What's the matter, Sergeant Sanderson." Price looked at his partner.

"Over there, over there."

"Huh?" Price picked up the gun and looked in the direction Sanderson pointed through the optical sight.

"What's that, a cult ritual?" There, Price saw the square in front of St. Paul's Cathedral, and the Nazi soldiers gathered there.

They are constantly driving unarmed London citizens there, and then killing them one by one on the ground with specific patterns that are familiar to people.

Eat their flesh and sprinkle their bones in patterns of madness.

There is no doubt that the Nazis here have been reduced to evil spirits.

"Captain, I want to avenge them!" The muzzle of the C8 assault carbine was aimed at the Nazis. Sanderson believed that with the 5.56 mm blessed mercury bullets generously donated by the Anglican Church, even vampires could not be safe.

But.......

"No." Prince put his left hand on the muzzle of Sanderson's gun.Stopped his impulsive behavior.

"Those are vampires. They are different from the terrorists we dealt with before. They found us and we couldn't run away." Although his heart was also full of anger, the seasoned he knew how to suppress his anger.

Some people fight with their wits, though, and some don't.

"We ask ourselves what are you? We are Escarioth, Escarioth's Judas." In the close-by compartment, there was a roar full of fanaticism.

Then, under Price's solemn gaze, dozens of priests in dark priestly uniforms poured out from the other side of St. Paul's Cathedral.

Even though their bodies were full of scars holding double guns, under the leadership of a middle-aged man holding a gun sword, they still rushed towards the monsters with unchangeable determination and will to sacrifice and be martyred.

"Shoot, target the Nazi, shoot!" Suddenly, Price set up the assault rifle in his hand and roared.

"Ah? That's the Vatican, our enemy." Sergeant Sanderson was stunned.

"I don't care what kind of enemy he is, I only know that I'm fucking human!"

Then, amidst the roar of SAS, silver bullets slanted out from the muzzle of the gun.

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"Die, die, monster, die, follow the only truth in the world and die honestly!"

Amidst the crackling of guns, silver gun swords were flying in the air, and Anderson, the coach of Vatican No. 13 Division, yelled wildly while slashing at the vampire with his powerful arms.

Although it was an ordinary gun sword, it was sharper than any weapon in Anderson's hands, and more terrifying than any threat.

The silver light flashed, and the gun sword was firmly nailed to the heart of the vampire. The sacred scriptures burned their flesh and blood, and then turned them into ashes.

"Killer", "Decapitated Detective", "Reborn", "Angel Dust", "Father Gun Sword"

Even if he is completely transformed into a monster, Anderson is still the nightmare of all vampires.

"Damn it, fire, fire, fire!" The vampires kept firing, trying to stop him.But the silver bullets flying from nowhere precisely passed through their hearts.

The vampires became overwhelmed under the attack from both sides.Divide the troops into two groups?Doing so Anderson will undoubtedly tear their formation apart.Join forces?A bullet in the shadows would take their lives like a deadly dagger.

"Damn."

In the end, in a dilemma, the monsters were gradually eaten away, eliminated, and finally turned into minced meat.

"Father Anderson. The enemies of St. Paul's Cathedral have been completely wiped out." After silently burning the dead bodies of the vampires, the blond male adjutant Heincrew reported.

"How was the result?" With round eyes, the priest asked pantingly.

"Annihilated 42 Nazis, but our side also lost half of them."

There were no wounded, and all the wounded died with the vampires with the bombs strapped to their bodies.

"Father Anderson, Director Maxwell has ordered us to preserve our strength and not to pay too much attention to Archbishop Sophia Li's orders." Heinkrue reminded. "This is......"

But in an instant his voice was interrupted by Anderson.With uncontrollable excitement and fury, Anderson's expression went crazy.

"Putting the vampire aside doesn't matter what kind of traitor, what kind of thirteenth division. That guy Maxwell has been dazzled by jealousy."

The fanatic, who couldn't bear to have a dead person active in front of him, said with a sneer, "Vampires must die. This is an irrefutable iron law in this world. It cannot be changed, even if that person is our boss."

"Do you think so? Heretics." Anderson turned his head to look at Price over there.

"Yes, vampires must die." Price, who walked out of the nearby store silently, said with a solemn face: "This is no longer an ordinary conflict, but a racial war. A war between humans reduced to food and raging vampires .”

"But shouldn't heretics deserve to die?" A cold murderous intent enveloped Price's body.Anderson asked hoarsely. "Shouldn't heretics who do not obey the will of the Lord deserve to die?"

"The enemy of an enemy is a friend. Compared with the current vampires, I think we British are not the first target. Besides, there are more than 10 Catholics in London waiting for you to save, fanatics." Price stretched towards Anderson With his right hand out, under the killing intent of the strongest human being, the elite of SAS remained calm. "We need your help, fanatic."

"..." Anderson fell into thinking about this.

"Father Anderson, Archbishop Sophia Li called to help the British army stabilize the situation. We are not enemies." At this moment, the last straw lightly fell on the deadlocked balance.Heincrew conveyed Li Lin's order.

"Another news from the Vatican. Just now, the Anglican Church has requested the Vatican to hold talks on religious reconciliation. The Pope agreed."

"So be it, heretic." Finally, Anderson restrained his killing intent.He reached out and took Price's hand. "This time, we are a temporary alliance."

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ps: Pushing books, pushing books, the long-lost book push, Daoist Can Yunzi, the old salted fish who wrote "Virgo's Journey" at the starting point, has opened a book in Ruke.

"Army Admiral's Journey to the Sea" is this book.Well, sweet text.

As the federal army, I was actually transferred to the navy of the soft waste concentration camp, and became the representative of the soft face-the admiral of the navy? !