Although Father Anderson's name is not taboo or secret, the people who know it are only within the Holy See, and he has been blessed with a lot of titles, such as killer, decapitation detective, regenerator, angel dust, gun sword priest, etc. .
But almost no one outside knows his full name, let alone naming him at this juncture.
This means that the other party may really know something.
Otherwise, it will be a trap for him!
It’s just that he doesn’t care.
He has full confidence in his own strength. Except for the monster just now, he is confident that he will not lose to anyone.
Integuera's eyes suddenly flashed and he said to Accardo: "Let's go too, to London."
"Hey, wait a minute, the meeting hasn't started yet."
"What did you call me before?"
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Enrico Maxwell was immediately speechless.
"A sow will only have a meeting with a group of boars, so forget it, otherwise I'm afraid my servant will bite your head off."
Integra smoked a cigar and left with Accardo, without giving the Holy See any face, or rather she had already given it.
Chapter 766 Father Alexander Anderson
On the outskirts of London, in an abandoned factory.
The sound of footsteps gradually sounded, and there was no attempt to hide it.
Father Alexander Anderson, a talented and courageous man, arrived at the appointed place in a grand manner.
And as soon as he came in, he smelled the stench of the heretic vampire!
This made him grin, feeling very happy.
"Come out, don't you want to see me?"
Father Anderson wore a white coat and a cross necklace. The white gloves on his hands had text symbols similar to those of Accardo, and he wore a pair of round glasses on his face.
In the darkness, Abel's figure gradually emerged, and then he walked out with the same smile.
Father Anderson's eyes flashed slightly, but just now he didn't realize that there was a person hiding there.
This boy is not simple!
"Alexander Anderson?"
"Yes, it's me. Who are you? What do you know?"
Abel smiled softly and said, "Abel, Gustavos Abel. An ordinary man who is pursuing the name of the strongest."
"As for what I know, it depends on what Father Anderson wants to know from me."
Father Anderson suddenly laughed a few times, "The strongest? That's such a big statement, so the real purpose of why you asked me to come here is not to see me, but to compete with me, right?"
Abel shook his head slightly, "This trip will not only differentiate between superior and inferior, but also determine life and death."
"Okay! Well said! Boy, I'm starting to appreciate you a little."
Father Anderson shook his hands, and two sharp and shining blunderbuss swords appeared in his hands. Then he crossed the two blades in front of him, one horizontally and one vertically, in a cross posture.
"It's just a pity that all aliens must die, especially those who mix with dirty things like vampires."
Abel couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "When you talk about vampires, do you mean these things?"
He casually pulled the chain next to him, and with a bang, the door of the container was pulled open, revealing the artificial vampires inside, whose eyes were glowing red, but were sealed in cement barrels, with only their heads exposed.
Father Anderson was startled for a moment. He originally thought that the vampires he smelled were the other party's helpers, but now it seems that this is not the case.
"It took me a lot of effort to catch these guys these two days."
"Don't you want to know where these vampires come from? It doesn't hurt to tell you, so that when you and I officially start fighting, you can have nothing to worry about."
"Speaking of which, these guys can only be regarded as ghouls. They are the products of being sucked by artificial vampires."
Father Anderson was a little confused: "Ghoul? Artificial vampire?"
"Yes, the remnants of the NC have gathered together. Among them, a genius scientist has developed the so-called artificial vampire, and then transformed all their army soldiers. After being sucked by the artificial vampire, they will turn into ghouls, so It became what you see these guys like now.”
"It's a tall tale, but my intuition tells me that you didn't lie, and there's no need for it."
Father Anderson pushed his glasses gently with the back of his hand, "If it is true as you said, it means that the NC remnants now have an army composed entirely of vampires. What do they want to do?"
"Who knows, unifying the world and launching another world war? Or simply preparing for revenge?"
This time, Abel did not tell the other party the correct answer.
But just casually imagining what they can do, the consequences are terrifying enough.
Because ordinary weapons cannot kill vampires, even if they are man-made, they are still vampires, and they are also immortal.
The only weaknesses are light, silver and blessings from the Holy See.
Under the sudden attack of such a vampire army, as long as the number reaches a thousand, it is enough to fall a small country in one night.
After all, who usually reserves silver weapons?
Did you burn it if you had too much money?
Except for the Holy See, which has reserves all year round, no other country will make precious silver into swords and bullets and distribute them to soldiers.
"We must find and eliminate these NC remnants as soon as possible, otherwise the whole world may start a war again."
Father Anderson's face was solemn, but he had not forgotten that there was still a life-and-death battle waiting for him.
Although I am very grateful to the other party for the timely information sent to him, since this kid insists on seeking death, he will not show mercy.
Doing your best is the greatest respect for it!
When Abel pulled out the two samurai swords he had prepared and inserted into the wall and pointed them forward, Father Anderson's attack also arrived.
Two sharp blunderbuss swords struck Abel's neck with one sword, and pierced Abel's heart with the other.
But
"The killing intent is good, but it's too slow."
Abel arrived first, and in an instant he drew his sword, accurately knocking away the two blunderbuss swords in Father Anderson's hands.
That huge force shocked Father Anderson and made his mouth numb.
You know, he is not an ordinary human being, he is a special modified person who uses technology beyond science to transform his body.
The body can even defend against ordinary bullets.
Both speed and strength are far beyond ordinary people, otherwise there is no way to fight those monsters.
But after just fighting, he understood that the opponent's speed and strength were still superior to his!
"Is this guy also a reformer like me?"
The moment Father Anderson took off his weapon, he rolled backwards five times and quickly distanced himself.
Then he flicked his hands, and two more guns and swords were held in his hands.
In fact, the blunderbuss sword he uses is not simple. It is transformed from the pages of the blessed Bible. There are as many blunderbuss swords as there are pages in the Bible.
"I was careless just now, but I will never be careless again."
Flying gun sword!
Father Anderson quickly threw out the two blunderbuss swords in his hands, then two more, and two more!
After 6 consecutive hits with the flying gun sword, he started a close combat with two gun swords.
Abel stood on the spot, swinging the long knife in his hand easily, blocking the thrown blunderbuss aside, and then just right to block Father Anderson's crazy attack that was like mercury pouring down the ground.
He was so domineering that he could even 'see' Father Anderson's attack moves a few seconds later.
So the scene looks particularly weird.
At first glance, it seems that Abel is performing an exquisite block, but if you look at it for a while, you will find an astonishing fact.
That is, as a defensive side, you can get into position early every time.
As if he had practiced it beforehand, Father Anderson was very cooperative and took the initiative to send it over so that the other party could successfully parry.
Chapter 767 Play a game
"how so?!"
Father Anderson became more and more frightened as he fought, and his previous confidence was long gone.
The opponent seemed to be able to predict his movements in advance, and did not fight back. He would take a good stance every time and wait quietly for him to take the initiative to bump into him.
He felt like he was a prey caught in a spider web, unable to escape no matter how hard he struggled.
This kind of different pressure was completely different from the pressure that the monster Accardo gave him.
He knew that when a person performs an action, many related muscles in the body will be mobilized. People with rich fighting experience can even judge whether the opponent's next attack will be a punch or a kick by observing the slight changes in the height of the opponent's shoulders. Whether to throw a left punch or a right punch.
He suspected that the guy in front of him was 'pre-reading' his movements in a similar way.
But how could such a young person get so much combat experience and such good eyesight?
Father Anderson was very puzzled, but after taking a deep breath, he still changed his fighting method, forcibly controlling his shoulders and other muscles to ensure that every move he made was sudden enough and would not be pre-read.
However, what he didn't expect was that the opponent just raised the corners of his mouth slightly and accurately blocked the gun sword in his hand again.
It was as if all his actions, including his thoughts, had been seen through.
"Are you surprised? All your actions and reactions have been completely seen by me."
Abel suddenly smiled and spoke, making Father Anderson's face darken.
"It's a bit boring, so let's play a game."
"In your opinion, I am pre-reading your actions through these eyes, right?"
"Then I will close my eyes. As long as you can make me move half a step within one minute, or cause even a trace of damage to me, I will let you escape for ten minutes. Well, including the one waiting outside several."
"If you lose, how about you lend me your identity?"
"If you don't speak, it will be regarded as your acquiescence. Then the game begins."
As soon as he finished speaking, Abel actually closed his eyes and even lowered the weapon in his hand.
Feeling that he had been underestimated, Father Anderson's teeth were almost broken. He was as angry as a lion about to eat people, and the two blunderbuss swords in his hands almost swung out phantoms.
He must make this boy pay the price!
Go, die, die, die, die!
Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish
Every time he attacked, he aimed at the opponent's vital points and didn't think about anything else at all, nor did he think about escaping.
But Abel seemed to have awakened his heavenly eyes. Even with his eyes closed, he easily dodged every attack from Father Anderson. He looked so relaxed and at ease, without even moving his feet.
Only when he really couldn't dodge or was unwilling to move his feet would he randomly extend his weapon to block, and every time he did so it was just right.
How can he even count down under Father Anderson's stormy offensive? !
"30 seconds have passed and you have 29 seconds left."
"You have to work hard. You're just a little bit close to hitting me. There are still 15 seconds left."
"10, 9, 8, 7"
"It's a pity, I gave you a chance and you are really useless."
Outside, three of Father Anderson's students, Enrico Maxwell, who had previously mocked the master of Accardo as a sow, Heinkel Wolf, a female assassin who uses double guns, and Takagi Yumi Eto, a bespectacled nun holding a samurai sword, Watching the battle nervously through the factory window.
They never thought that someone as powerful as Father Anderson would one day be unable to even touch the hem of a person's clothes under a full attack.
"I think Father Anderson needs us." Heinkel Wolf said first.
Because Father Anderson wore a communication device, they heard all the previous conversations between the two parties.
"I agree." Yumi Takagi pulled out his katana and nodded.