Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Fire!"

There was a shout from among the vampire soldiers, and then dense bullets poured out like a torrential rain.

Ghost Rider's body trembled like an epileptic, bearing the impact of the ammunition head-on.

The spirit of vengeance in Ghost Rider was completely awakened by evil, completely forgetting Mephisto's mission.

Although vampire soldiers possess much stronger immortality, their performance in battle is not so outstanding.

In a one-on-one battle, they seem to be no stronger than those human elites.

When facing the Ghost Riders, they have no good way other than constant firepower suppression.

In particular, there is no high-end combat power among them.

Facing the killing of a real extraordinary person, this kind of struggle seemed a bit tragic, if it weren't for the blood stains on the corners of those guys' mouths still hanging on their faces.

"Ah~~~"

A cadenced roar came from Ghost Rider's mouth. Who knows how a skeleton can make such a layered sound.

The iron chain that fell to the ground during the previous battle with Hellboy was given life and snaked along the ground until it touched his flaming hand bones.

The flames of hell suddenly rose, and the ghost knight waved the iron chain as if holding a shield made of flames.

Under the high temperature of the flames, the bullets turned into molten iron and scattered around.

The body of the skeleton shrouded the hearts of the vampire soldiers like a shadow, and the body of the ghost rider crossed a strange dotted line and appeared among the soldiers.

"Judgment!"

The iron chains entwined with the flames of hell smashed the soldiers around him like paper, turning them into a piece of fly ash.

"Lieutenant!"

The vampire soldiers began to shout, as if they wanted to get support.

Quite a bit of unwillingness to face desperation on the battlefield.

However, their cries were not answered, and the Ghost Rider killed them thoroughly.

...

"Major, isn't it cruel to abandon them like this?"

Warrant Officer Schrödinger leaned forward slightly and asked the man who was sitting at the main seat.

Known as the major, the man was somewhat bloated, with white gloves on his hands resting on his chin.

The entire face was hidden in the shadows, only a pair of glasses was reflecting the faint blue light.

"Oh? Then Warrant Officer Schrödinger, do you think any of us can fight that skeleton? Don't forget our goal."

Warrant Officer Schrödinger smiled innocently like a child, and the cat ears on top of his head trembled a few times.

"In that case, Captain Belbruff should be able to win, as well as Lieutenant Libervanwink, and even Lieutenant Thorin Breeze should be able to do it."

The tail behind Warrant Officer Schrödinger flicked restlessly a few times.

"Then, who will proceed with our plan?"

The man known as the major picked up a hamburger from the armrest of the seat, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and said vaguely.

"That werewolf is far worse than we hoped."

In front of him was the head of the werewolf from the Roaring Commando, and a disdainful smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

"It's much worse than Captain Belbruff, but why don't we continue to collect materials?"

The figure of Warrant Officer Schrödinger suddenly appeared behind the major, a pair of amber eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

"The day we wait will not be too far away, and now we need the last little bit of patience."

The bloated body stood up from the seat, and there was a rusty metal rubbing sound on the body of the major, that is, Montana Max.

...

"By the way, aren't things a little complicated here?"

Matthew looked at the Hellboy who was waving his fist like garlic in front of him by feeling, and clenched the weapon tightly in his hand.

The battle in the depths of the base couldn't escape his perception. Although he didn't know the clothes of those vampire soldiers, he knew that this kind of army-like non-human was definitely full of stinky scum.

"It's not complicated, just send all the demons back to hell, smash all the monsters and it's over."

The image of Hellboy's trench coat splattered with gravy from the Heartfel may whet the appetites of some dudes with a unique taste.

To be honest, it really looks like the old godmother was sprinkled on her body.

"Then I, go and deal with those guys inside, I can't bear this stench soon."

Matthew directly stepped over the Witch Heart Demon on the ground, and walked towards the depths of the base.

Holding the weapon in his hand, he could vaguely see traces of red light.

"We are abandoned!"

A vampire who looked like a commander spoke in a calm tone while firing a fire.

His face was covered with dark red blood, which was the memory of the dried flesh from the werewolf.

"Although this is not the grand war we were expecting, it is a joy to be able to die in battle!"

The commander threw aside the empty submachine gun in his hand, took out the pistol in his waist and charged at the Ghost Rider.

"Die!"

A low growl that is difficult for humans to utter came out of Ghost Rider's mouth, which was as noisy and harsh as a disturbed sound.

Their battle has come to an end at this level.

The vampires transformed by mass-production-level technology have no magical powers. They are just waiting for a war to end.

This is the carnival before the curtain ends!

"Clang~clang! Clang~clang!"

The mace in Matthew's hand knocked casually on the metal wall beside him, and walked over in an orderly pace as if he had measured the distance.

"Scrap, are you ready to be torn to shreds?"

Matthew turned his ears sideways, as if he wanted to hear a response other than screaming.

"You! Guilty!"

The iron chains in Ghost Rider's hands swung directly towards Matthew, as for those soldiers, they became flying ashes under the flames of hell!

"I'm curious, what crime are you talking about?"

Matthew stuck the extended iron lock on the ground with an axe, and mockery appeared on his handsome face.

Just like the laws of human beings are invalid for demons, why should the laws of demons judge human beings! ?

The court that accepted the petition from heaven was trampled to pieces by the Crusaders, but why is God able to judge the sins of mankind for no reason?

As a lawyer, Matthew is full of sarcasm about the punishment of heaven and hell.

Treating fairness as nothing exists, trying to teach human beings about the existence of fairness.

That in itself is unfair.

Most of the time, the driver of Ghost Rider is not his own will, but the almost crazy spirit of revenge.

The Spirit of Vengeance will not answer this kind of question, he is just killing everything in the name of "judgment" according to his own standards.

Of course, he still uses the flames of Zatanos from hell!