Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Let's start our actions, we have to leave something to this world."

Most of the people in the final brigade boarded the airship, which was kindly sponsored by Pioneer Technology.

Even though Modoc himself does not admit this, but now Pioneer Technology has been completely tied to the chariot of the last brigade.

Regardless of victory or defeat, Pioneer Technology will be stamped with the imprint of the solid Third Reich, even if they were born out of this, but this is not a bad name they are willing to bear.

Mordoc sat on a chair in the corner with an ugly face.

His extraordinary intelligence is almost useless against a group of madmen.

Because these guys never listen to him, even though he can influence other people's minds, these soldiers have lost their reason for a long time, and their hearts are filled with a strong desire to destroy.

The top of the airship has enough high-tech to avoid being discovered during the flight. What's more terrible is that the major engraved the flag representing endless suffering on the airship, and spray-painted the logo of Pioneer Technology on it.

Moreover, the firepower carried on the airship is enough to deal with less intense wars.

The current Mordoc couldn't do it even if he wanted to get away. He could only watch the giant ship sink, and he would go through the gate of hell with him.

"Hi!"

The officers standing in front of the major stretched out their arms one by one, expressing their nostalgia for the lost crazy empire.

They have waited too long for this feast.

They have also made preparations for war, and each of them is looking forward to the arrival of death.

"My lords! I like war! My lords, I like war! My lords! I like war best!

Love the battle of annihilation! I love blitz! Love strike battles! I love defensive battles! I love siege battles! I love breakout battles! I like losing battles! I love sweeping battles! I like retreating battles..."

The chubby major stepped on the corpse of his original superior with one foot and began to speak loudly to the soldiers in front of him.

The turbulent parallels tell the cruelty of war and the fanaticism of this crazy leader.

In his speeches, there is no shortage of descriptions of the tragic scenes of war, full of admiration and yearning for war.

That kind of fanaticism quickly passed to the hearts of everyone on this airship.

The whispers compounded a little bit and turned into thunderous cheers, and this fanatical war machine started to move.

Not long ago, the major got to know his chief in person in front of the soldiers. This catastrophe cannot be prevented by a single person's thinking.

Those who hinder the tide have only one possibility of death besides victory.

These soldiers have lost their human appearance. The twisted demon horns and bright red skin, together with the goat's hooves, have lost the last trace of being human.

Even though the research on demonization is not yet mature, these vampire-reformed soldiers still happily accept this new power.

Now they are no longer the same.

"What are you yearning for? Do you want a more intense war? Do you want a war that is as merciless as dirt! Do you want a storm that will kill the crows of the three thousand worlds at the end of the day? battle!"

The major's speech was about to come to an end, and Captain Dubbelbruff, who was standing beside him, lowered his hat and stood there without saying a word.

Now he is the only one in the final brigade who is pure, even if he is a pure werewolf, he is better than those mixed vampires and demons.

The werewolf captain wanted to be put to sleep from the very beginning, he was just a silent man caught in the tide.

As a pure werewolf, he had enjoyed the battlefield, and he was also intoxicated by the strange excitement brought about by the spilling of blood.

But right now he just wants to sleep peacefully.

The major raised his arms and yelled, enjoying the enthusiastic praise of the soldiers in front of him, and the next battle was about to begin.

The words "war" came out of the mouths of the soldiers, and they became more fanatical with the power of demons.

The immortality of vampires, the power of demons, mixed into the ghost of this crazy empire!

Mephisto's figure appeared in the shadows not far away, with excitement on his face.

According to the contract, the souls formed by the lives killed by these soldiers will belong to him.

The bigger the scale of the war, the stronger he will be.

As long as a few hundred thousand souls are needed, he can completely break away from the control of the body in hell.

As long as he wanders slowly in the world and gathers his soul, then he will become a king of hell walking in the world!

Freedom has a completely different meaning for his avatar.

The joy of deciding the next move with one's own will made the face of the hell monarch's avatar begin to be filled with smiles.

As for Nivi's revenge?

He doesn't care.

Just as if Mephisto's main body couldn't kill Niwei, Niwei couldn't kill him, the clone of the devil king of hell!

Among the fanatical soldiers below were agents who originally belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., but after repeated transformations, these agents also lost their minds and became crazy members.

The Third Reich used their unique means to change these otherwise steadfast agents in a short period of time.

Discipline creates strength! Teams create strength!

And this power is crowned with "glory" to forge action!

The beings who couldn't find their place found themselves in this crazy group, so they became even more crazy!

That's what the Third Reich once did, and that's how it created the storm of the Mad Reich.

When people are caught in the tide, no one is soberly aware of what they have done.

They just say "I just did what I should do" and hide all the cruelty and injustice in the collective.

The sober are naturally pushed aside, either drowning in the tide or becoming part of the splash.

And how many of the agents in this group are sober?

Or how many people in the world are truly sober?

Just recognizing who you are is hard enough.

"Gentlemen! Let's create hell together!"

The major said the last sentence with a smile as usual.

Maybe he didn't want to make this expression, but most of his body has been completely transformed into a machine, and he can't do anything else except for these specific expressions.

Maybe his enthusiasm and fanaticism are very complicated, but these are irrelevant.

The wave has begun to move, and even the initiators cannot stop it.

The major grinned and shouted loudly, throwing himself into this downright carnival!

His vision was blocked by the glasses, and he could only see a pair of shining lenses shining coldly at the soldiers!

Everyone knows that he has his own goals, but the soldiers don't care anymore, they just want a grand ending!

The frenzied roar of the soldiers resounded through the airship that was about to take off.

With a burst of shaking, the war is about to start!

...

"Report, the final brigade has begun to move! The church's armed forces have also arrived around London. We haven't found out what method the final brigade will use."

Nick Fury in S.H.I.E.L.D. quietly watched the agent in front of him report the news, and then silently picked up the landline on the table.

The landline, which is only connected to the internal line, is especially useful when conveying instructions.

"Dugan, let's go!"

Nick Fury just finished this sentence, then turned his head and looked at Coulson in front of him with some hesitation.

"Now, you can enjoy a vacation."

Nick Fury does not intend to let Coulson go to Heissing to take over Steve's job according to the original idea.

This is a war, and Coulson is not suitable to join the battlefield directly.

"Boss, Captain America is out there, and fighting with him is one of my biggest dreams."

Coulson lowered his head and said.

He does not intend to escape, as long as this battle is necessary, he is willing to sacrifice his life.

"Not many people in S.H.I.E.L.D. can intervene in this war. This is a war between extraordinary people and ordinary humans. Our individual strength is too small."

Nick Fury sat at the table, his eyes wandering.

With London becoming the main battlefield, he doesn't have the courage to directly cross the UK to use nuclear weapons.

This kind of thing is not to be ridiculed.

Nick Fury feels that even if the battlefield is in New York, those stinking politicians will not be crazy enough to drop nuclear weapons on the mainland.

Now, the battle is no longer equal.

"Director, if the situation gets out of control, nuclear weapons will be the last resort. For the sake of hundreds of thousands of people, we should devote our utmost efforts to defeat the enemy."

Coulson raised his head and said confrontationally.

He was dissatisfied with Britain's refusal of aid from other countries, and now only small forces can be sent in the past.

Britain is not arrogant, but because the vampire named Akado makes them still full of confidence.

Akado's strength has been proven by wars, and they are confident that they can extinguish the flames of war started by the last brigade.

"If you don't need a vacation, then continue to track down Hydra!"

Nick Fury sternly stopped Coulson's application.

Nick Fury believes humans can win the battle against native creatures, even with his hands on that old pager.

"If you insist."

For the first time, Coulson slammed the door angrily and disappeared.

He didn't know that Nick Fury had used the Howling Commando to carry out this beheading operation.

Nick Fury miscalculated the situation of this war.

The Last Brigade is not for world domination, nor for profit.

They just simply want a bright enough ending.

Killing Akado is the most glorious result they know.

All for destruction, for war itself.

Even the most sophisticated analysts in the world can't figure out what these madmen are planning.

The beheading operation can't stop these lunatics from slaughtering.