Vol 4 Chapter 25: The Crusader enters the fourth even more!

After a few minutes, Kira was left with piles of stinky ashes and traces of someone desperately struggling.
Knocking lightly on the wall, Kira said towards the end of the long silent corridor: "No more silence, Mr. Bernard."
Persistently bewildered by the continuous strange sounds, Bernard finally protruded his head, and did not see the vampire army preparing to attack, but saw the acquaintances who had met before.
"How is it possible?" He took a breath of air. "Everything, solved it?"
"As you can see." He spread his hands: "I'm a vampire hunter, at least now it's a cameo!"
Kira smiled: "So don't let the lady behind you come out, I am vampire, um, you understand."
As a life-saving benefactor, he pitted a car from Bernard, and under the respectful eyes of the mercenaries, he continued to invest in the great mission of saving London.
"It seems that the Crusaders are ready to join the battlefield!"
Still in the palace, Shaye moved Zolin and Silas' chess pieces off the board, looked at the game, and said happily, "It's about to enter the climax of the script."
On the other side of the Thames, someone woke up from a deep sleep.
In the call of his subordinates, Maxville opened his eyes.
A night breeze with a smell and a burning atmosphere blew from across the river. The burning London seemed to light the clouds of the sky and turn into scarlet.
In front of him, the subordinate with a cold smile on his face whispered: "The advance team of armed priests such as Father Andrewson has entered London and is missing."
There is no hesitation because of this news. The power of Anderson, Maxville knows best, "Anyway, when the war starts, Anderson will appear, because this kind of thing Anderson always stays in the forefront."
"The Imperial City of London is in a state of destruction; the fire is still spreading, and there are countless dead people; it is not known how many ghouls will be produced; there is also a riot in the White House in the United States, and the Deputy Secretary-General of the Great President suddenly incarnate in Congress The vampire killed nineteen presidents and ruling officials. "
The priest behind whispered and suddenly laughed: "I'm afraid it's a mess now."
The expression was still indifferent, and Maxwell's snake-like eyes revealed a sardonic and cheerful smile: "This is God's punishment."
"Who made some idiots don't know the good or bad, the triumphant mischievous heresy, the only thing that is more hateful is Daqin, but it is their turn to wait for us to cook the British!"
"It's a really good mood!" He sucked in the wind with the breath of the dead. Behind him, the priests no longer have the sympathy of the past, and they laughed happily, only indifferent in his eyes.
They agreed with full agreement: "Exactly."
The truth is the simplest. In the words of the pagans, it is okay to die a thousand, ten thousand, one hundred million, one trillion, even if it is a capital, even for most of the time, they are even willing to go to the glory of those who do not submit to the Lord Heresy erasure
Pagans, capital punishment!
Protestant, death penalty!
Behind them, weird voices constantly sounded.
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It's like steel boots stepping on the ground, the knights in armor form an array, and hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands step on the battlefield.
Layered sounds converge, and the footsteps of countless people sound at the same rhythm, which is frightening and trembling.
Not caring about the roaring sound, Maxwell issued an order: "The US detachment temporarily stood by and let the situation get further confusing before intervening."
"Rush in from outside and sweep everything!" Maxville narrowed his eyes intoxicated by the blood and fire wind: "Just do it!"
"Let's take Britain and Europe back from pagan and monster hands."
As Maxwell turned around, the priests twisted their bodies, behind them, like Lin's iron armor reflecting the icy moonlight.
Holding a lance equipped with an axe and a sword, everyone in the majestic array was covered with heavy armor, with a weird mask.
They wore white cloaks on their shoulders and stood like a tree in the night breeze. After the sound of the footsteps of the movement stopped, there was no sound.
With a solemn killing intention, those people gathered together. Following the call of the Lord and the Pope, they leaned down in the sound of a regular steel sound, waiting for the order to enter the battlefield.
The four front leaders made a low voice in turn:
"The Cultivation Knight Club of Friends of Courland's Swordsmen, 340 participants from the whole army, Jin Jie!"
"Karatoraba-Nueba Knights, 118 troops, announced!"
"The Knights of San Sterno, the Tuscan Legion, 257 troops, announced!"
In the end, the knight like a ghost made a voice: "The Malta Knights, the army has 2,257, Jin Jie!"
The knights gathered from all over the world leaned over in front of the leader. Looking at the forest-like array, the cross on Maxwell's chest reflected the cold light, with a grinning smile.
"We are here at the order of His Majesty the Pope." The head of the Maltese Knights laid on one knee and whispered, "At the same time, Bishop Maxville was promoted to Archbishop."
"We form the ninth Crusade again, and the commander-in-chief is under the archbishop Maxville!"
He carefully took out a holy belt with yellow thorns and vermilion undertones from his arms, and respectfully presented it.
With the long-expected look and excited eyes, Maxville grabbed the belt and put it on his neck, sucking in the cold air in the wind.
"Amen!" He declared aloud: "Crushing bones and bones, I will say nothing!"
Under the cold moonlight, his eyes penetrated the cold wind and the long distance, covering the burning London: "The goal is the British Empire, the dead capital of London! A fanatical re-conquest, officially launched!"
So, countless people cheered in unison: "Amen! Amen! Amen!"
Amidst the cheers, they boarded the plane that had already waited for the transport plane and took off.
Dozens of black helicopters soared into the sky, flew into the sky in the gust of wind, covered the moonlight, cast a thick and cold shadow of y, and ran to the battlefield ..