While true hell was unfolding in London — buildings collapsing under the barrage of launched missiles, people being torn apart by vampires who reveled in the screams and suffering of those they killed — something was slowly moving toward London, shrouded in a dense cloud of gray fog. And that something moving inside the fog was a destroyed aircraft carrier in such a state that it was unclear how it was still afloat.

On the bow of this aircraft carrier stood a beautiful woman with long black hair flowing behind her. She had bright red eyes that glowed in the moonlight. She was dressed in a men’s Victorian suit, and despite what she was wearing, it did nothing to diminish her beauty. And despite the horrific atmosphere around her, any man would have called this woman beautiful.

But those who knew her true nature would have called this woman only one thing — a monster. Over many centuries, this woman had been known by different names and taken different forms. But through all those centuries, a river of blood had always trailed behind her, merging with her shadow.

Over long centuries she had devoured millions of souls, which were now stored inside her. And in the current era, this woman was known by the name Alucard. She stood at the edge of the destroyed aircraft carrier, and from her mouth slowly emerged fog that enveloped the ruined ship.

And it was this fog that allowed the destroyed aircraft carrier to remain afloat and continue its movement, like a ghost ship sailing the sea in search of those who would join its dead crew.

“What a smell… A long-forgotten smell… The smell of stabbed men. The smell of murdered women. The smell of infants burned alive. The smell of infants shot dead. This is the smell of death; this is how war smells,” Alucard said, looking toward London even though the city wasn’t yet visible on the horizon.

“You could be a little less theatrical. There’s no one here but you and me. Who are you talking to? The fog? The fish? Or those burned vampire corpses?.. As you can see, there’s no one here. So who exactly are you talking to?” an irritated voice sounded from behind Alucard.

Hearing the irritated voice behind her, Alucard slowly turned her head and saw a man dressed in a strange yellow mouse costume, which he called a Pikachu costume. Alucard looked at the man who was the only other being besides herself on this ghost ship. And even the fact that this man had the appearance of her beloved didn’t evoke any emotion in Alucard — only interest in his nature.

Because she knew that this man, who called himself Sloth. When she heard that name, she understood that this man was not just a simple clone of her beloved. Exhaling another cloud of fog, she watched what Sloth was doing — at that moment he was dragging some things across the destroyed deck of the aircraft carrier.

“Why have you suddenly become so active, Sloth? Until now all you did was sleep. And why haven’t you taken off that ridiculous costume yet? Looking like that, you’re disgracing my beloved,” Alucard said, watching Sloth.

“Don’t you know? It’s all because of that damn original who started his tirade about making a dramatic entrance for you… Damn it, who even needs a dramatic entrance!.. And as for the costume… Do I look like someone who gives a damn what people think about my original?” Sloth said, starting to complain about Alex while continuing to drag things across the aircraft carrier’s deck.

“So… He’s preparing the stage for my appearance… How wonderful… Simply marvelous. I can’t wait to see him again. Being so far from him for a whole day fills me with nothing but longing,” Alucard said, beginning to laugh with joy and obsessive desire to see Alex again.

“You just want to fuck and piss off your mistress again. Why all these unnecessary excuses,” Sloth began to grumble, looking at the laughing Alucard.

Alucard ignored Sloth’s words and continued laughing, looking toward London — because without her, the most interesting things were happening. And to top it all off, Alex had cut off the connection so Alucard couldn’t see anything that was happening in London. Sloth glanced at Alucard once more and lazily rolled his eyes, continuing to drag boxes of fireworks and arranging them across the aircraft carrier’s deck.

After placing the last box on the deck, Sloth looked at his Pikachu costume and smirked. After all, all of Alex’s clones deliberately dressed ridiculously just to annoy Alex. And that was their only way of getting back at Alex, who forced them to work even though — with his power — he could do everything himself without even breaking a sweat.

Stopping smiling, Sloth checked once more that he hadn’t forgotten anything. And making sure everything was in place, Sloth pulled out a chocolate bar and — true to his name — simply flopped onto the aircraft carrier’s deck, lazily chewing the chocolate bar as if he had used up the last of his strength.

At the same time, on the other side of London, on a hill outside the burning city that had turned into hell, stood Maxwell. He looked at the burning London, and a smile played on his face as his gaze was fixed on the hell unfolding before his eyes.

Maxwell listened to the reports from his men, but he didn’t care what was happening in other places or other countries. He cared about only one thing — England, Alucard, and Hellsing, whom he wanted to destroy. Maxwell didn’t give a damn about the Major’s grand plans that he had set in motion around the world.

And even if the entire world were engulfed in flames, Maxwell would be ready to sacrifice it all to kill his worst enemies who were on the other side of the shore. When Maxwell explained that he didn’t care about anything happening elsewhere and that their main target was right in front of them, the priest making the report immediately fell silent.

And at that moment, behind them came the loud sound of marching feet. Behind Maxwell appeared more than three thousand crusaders dressed in special attire, each holding a weapon that consisted of long rifles with silver bayonets attached to the ends. These weapons had been specially manufactured to destroy monsters.

When the crusaders came close enough, they all dropped to one knee before Maxwell, showing their readiness for the mission entrusted to them by the Vatican. The crusader standing at the front extended his hands, on which lay the omophorion — symbolizing that Maxwell had officially been elevated to the rank of archbishop.

Seeing the omophorion in the crusader’s hands, a wide smile appeared on Maxwell’s face. This was what he had strived for his entire life — when, as a child in an orphanage, he had sworn to himself and Father Anderson that he would rise to such a high position that no one would ever look down on him again or call him a bastard with no lineage.

After putting on the omophorion, Maxwell could no longer hold back and nearly burst into loud laughter — because what he had desired so much had finally ended up in his hands. He immediately gave the order to prepare for the attack.

And he himself was already ready to move out when one of his subordinates — a young priest — brought satellite images taken over the Atlantic Ocean. Hearing where these images had been taken, Maxwell immediately snatched the satellite photos and began flipping through them one after another.

“Is that really…? It’s moving… Could it just be drifting?” Maxwell said, looking at the satellite images where the destroyed aircraft carrier was clearly visible and moving.

“The speed is very low — only a few knots. But it’s still moving… Toward… London,” the young priest replied, trying to explain what was in the satellite images.

“They’re coming back…? Those monsters are returning,” the nearby priests muttered in fear.

“Sir Commander… I have an urgent report. Father Anderson’s advance team has encountered Integra Hellsing, and with her was the child you spoke of… But…” said a priest who came running up.

“But what?” Maxwell asked, frowning and looking at the priest.

“The one you spoke of is also there. He’s in the city…” the priest said in a stuttering tone, trying not to meet Maxwell’s gaze.

When the priest who brought the urgent report spoke those words, silence immediately fell. Because everyone knew who he was talking about. After all, the Vatican had learned that Hellsing had acquired another monster about whom almost nothing was known. But thanks to the fact that Maxwell had seen how Alucard treated Alex, he placed him on the same level as Alucard.

And the fact that Alex was in the city seriously disrupted his plans. After all, the enemy you know the strength of is not as frightening as the one you know nothing about. Maxwell frowned for a moment because he knew that Alex and Alucard were supposed to be on the aircraft carrier.

And the fact that Alex was in the city didn’t fit in his head. Continuing to frown, Maxwell thought about what to do in this situation, but he quickly calmed down, thinking that everything was still going exactly as he wanted — and he would not sacrifice his ambitions just because of one unpredictable factor.

“It doesn’t matter… Whether that monster is in the city or not. All he can do is summon monsters. And we were trained to kill monsters. We have his daughter and Integra — whom he serves — in our sights. If we play our cards right, we can use him to set him against Alucard. And in the end, we will still emerge victorious in this war,” Maxwell said with a mad smile on his face.

“But Archbishop… Father Anderson may oppose your decision to use the child for such a purpose,” one of the priests said, looking at Maxwell.

“I will deal with Father Anderson myself. Because in the end, our enemies will fall. Hellsing, Millennium, Alucard, and this Summoner of Monsters. All of them will disappear,” Maxwell said in an ecstatic tone, looking at his subordinates.

When Maxwell spoke his final words, everyone immediately fell silent, not knowing how to respond or how to dissuade Maxwell from his madness. But no one understood that Maxwell had no intention of stopping when the goal of his life was within reach — as if he only needed to extend his hand to touch it.

But what neither Maxwell nor all those who followed him knew was that they were voluntarily walking straight into a trap that would become the place of their death. And when all the actors appeared on this infernal stage and the trap finally snapped shut, no one would be able to escape or survive. But Maxwell knew none of this and only anticipated his great victory — which he had already imagined — a victory in which he would be revered as the hero who cleansed the world of heretics.

“All troops! Advance! Since ancient times we have been the enforcers of divine justice on Earth! And our duty is to cleanse these lands of heresy!” Maxwell shouted, giving the order and pointing toward the flame-engulfed London.

When Maxwell finished his speech, behind him came the roar of rotor blades from numerous helicopters that raised a strong wind. Helicopters took off one after another, rising into the air and heading toward the burning London — and at the center of it all was Maxwell, who was inside a special reinforced-glass cabin suspended from a helicopter so he could be in the middle of all the events and issue orders, commanding his army of crusaders.

Neither Maxwell nor the crusaders understood that they were voluntarily walking into a trap prepared by Alex — so that in one go he could deal with all his enemies and ensure this war would have no impact on the rest of the world. Because if the world learned what was happening in London, it would become a wake-up call for governments and citizens of various countries if they saw everything that was happening in London.

But Alex had arranged everything so that no one would learn anything — and the world would continue to remain ignorant of the supernatural side of existence. After all, Alex had followed one main rule ever since he arrived in this world: monsters do not exist. Because knowledge that monsters exist would shake the world order — which is exactly what Chuck — playing the role of the main villain in everything happening in this world — wanted.

But Chuck himself was currently too busy playing the role of a brother hiding from an enraged sister — continuing to pretend that he feared Amaru. After all, the finale he had written for his story was already ready, and he was simply waiting for his time to step onto the stage.

But like the others Alex had to deal with, Chuck still didn’t know that all his plans had been exposed — and that when he appeared to play his role, an actor who was never supposed to be in the play he had staged for himself would be waiting for him on stage.

Alex himself at that moment wasn’t even thinking about Chuck, Maxwell, or the Major. Alex currently had more important concerns. He was busy trying to cool Integra’s anger — who hadn’t stopped kicking him while simultaneously scolding him for not doing the job he had promised to do.

After all, he had promised to get rid of the tail — and in the end he had only dealt with half of the vampires that had been pursuing the car. And all his excuses — that he had been blown up and ended up buried under the rubble of a collapsed building, or that the Major had personally sent even more vampire soldiers after him — all those words were ignored by Integra, who was unleashing all her frustration on him because she had lost control of the situation.

Alex continued to listen to all of Integra’s reproaches — as she coldly reminded him that all he had to do was get rid of the tail — not run around the city riding some unknown monster.

And while this was happening to Alex, no one was paying attention to him and Integra — not wanting to get involved in this argument. Ugo at that moment was trying to pull the car out of the rubble so it could be driven further. Alessa at that moment was sitting on the trunk of the same car — slowly swinging her legs — hugging her creepy rabbit Robbie to herself — watching as her mother scolded her father.

The group of Iscariot members was busy dragging the corpses of vampire soldiers to burn them — also not wanting to interfere in the dispute between Integra and Alex. And this was not only because Alex’s presence caused them fear — which had somewhat diminished when they saw how Integra was scolding him.

But it was also because they didn’t want to deal with a woman like Integra — who had begun to terrify them with her behavior — if she could fearlessly attack someone like Alex. When Integra finished scolding Alex, she simply grabbed him by the leg and looked at Alessa. Alessa understood everything and jumped down from the trunk of the car — taking Integra by the other hand.

“We’re done. We’re leaving,” Integra said — preparing to go — leading Alessa and dragging Alex along with her.

“Where are you going?” Heinkel said — aiming the barrel of her pistol at the back of Integra’s head.

“We’re returning to the manor. I have to return. They’re waiting for me there. I command the organization and must give orders,” Integra said — without turning her head.

“Hey, girl. Do I need to break your second pistol too? I’m still here — in case you forgot,” Alex said — lying on the ground with his arms folded across his chest.

Heinkel’s hand trembled when she lowered her gaze and saw Alex — who was looking at her with a blank stare. Integra released Alex’s leg so he could get up from the ground — because she had already said everything she wanted to say to him and therefore saw no reason to continue punishing him.

Alex calmly stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes. Stretching slightly, Alex — without changing his expression — patted his pockets and didn’t find what he was looking for. Letting out a tired sigh, Alex extended his hand toward Heinkel — who was still gripping her pistol and aiming the barrel at him.

“Cigarette,” Alex said — extending his hand.

“What?” Heinkel asked in shock — looking at Alex.

“Give me a cigarette. Doesn’t your faith teach you: share with your neighbor and all that? So hurry up — I want to smoke,” Alex said with a blank expression on his face.

“Huh?.. What?..” Heinkel asked in bewilderment — staring at Alex.

“Look — I’m not asking you for money on loan — just a cigarette. I lost my cigarettes when the building collapsed on me. So give me a cigarette,” Alex said — rolling his eyes.

“Do you even understand what’s happening right now?” Heinkel asked — looking at Alex as if he were a complete weirdo.

“Let’s figure it out quickly. City on fire. People dying. Vampires attacking. Corpses, blood, and guts everywhere. And you were sent to capture my wife. And so on. Did I miss anything? If not — then give me the cigarette,” Alex said — lazily waving his hand.

Heinkel literally began to shake with irritation from Alex’s words — because every single one of them hit the mark — accurately describing everything that was happening — including their mission. Holding back her irritation, Heinkel reached into her pocket — pulled out a pack of cigarettes — took one out — and placed it in Alex’s palm.

Alex grinned and clamped the cigarette between his teeth — and began patting his pockets again. Not finding a lighter, Alex looked at Integra — who responded to his gaze by showing that she didn’t have a lighter either. Alex shifted his gaze to Heinkel and pointed at the cigarette — indicating that he needed a light.

Seeing Alex’s gesture, Heinkel’s eyelid began to twitch — and she clenched her lighter in her palm so hard that it nearly broke. Bringing the lighter to Alex’s cigarette — she lit the flame — allowing Alex to light up.

All this time there was no irritation on Alex’s face. After all — he was deliberately behaving this way to anger the members of Iscariot. And so — when they lit his cigarette for him — Alex deliberately took a deep drag — and with a characteristic look of relief exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke — showing his relaxed behavior.

“If you’re done — we need to head home. And you… there’s no point threatening us with your pistol. If you want to shoot — then shoot,” Integra said — looking at Alex — then shifting her gaze to Heinkel.

Hearing Integra’s words — Heinkel’s irritation reached its peak. But it wasn’t only Heinkel who was angry — Yumie was too — who had been watching this whole farce — and what infuriated her wasn’t only Integra’s contemptuous behavior — but also the fact that they had to be in the same place as a monster like Alex.

Yumie grabbed the hilt of her katana and was once again ready to draw it — completely forgetting that one strike from Alex had been enough to make her drop her katana. Alex looked at Yumie and gave her an amused glance — showing that she could try attacking him again — and he wouldn’t mind hitting her hand once more.

“Yumie — don’t…” Heinkel said — trying to stop her friend.

“What’s the problem? There are only four of them — can’t we handle them? Just swarm them — tie them up — and drag them along,” Yumie said — looking at Heinkel.

“Doesn’t it bother you that we’re standing two steps away from you and can hear everything? If you’re going to tie us up — then do it so we don’t hear your plans. You’re acting like amateurs — if you want to kidnap someone — do it so the target doesn’t suspect anything. Didn’t they teach you even the basics?” Alessa said in a cold, lecturing tone — holding Integra’s hand.

When Alessa’s words rang out — Heinkel and Yumie immediately fell silent and turned their heads toward Alessa. And the first thing they saw was a seven-year-old child looking at them as if they were talentless trash who couldn’t even kidnap someone properly. Even the other members of Iscariot froze in place — staring at Alessa.

None of them feared facing monsters or dying in battle — but contempt from a seven-year-old girl struck them harder than any fight with a monster. Alex at that moment turned away so as not to burst out laughing. His shoulders trembled as he tried to suppress his laughter — seeing the stunned faces of the Iscariot members.

Alex was certain that if Wednesday were here — she would have inflicted yet another psychological wound on the Iscariot members — deliberately rubbing salt in the wound. Integra lowered her gaze to Alessa and lightly ran her hand through her hair — showing her pride in the words Alessa had spoken.

“How awkward — when a child lectures adults. So what — Section XIII? What about you, Anderson? Are you going to tie us up and drag us by force after all?” Integra said in a calm, monotonous voice.

“Nonsense! Swarming and overpowering an unarmed family that only wants to return home. Are we some kind of bandits? Do we have the right to act this way?” Anderson said — intervening in the conversation.

After Anderson’s words another silence fell — and it became even harder for Alex to hold back his laughter. But Alex understood why Anderson had spoken his words in that way. The members of Iscariot, however, did not understand the reason behind their leader’s words and nearly cursed when he called Alex, Integra, and Alessa an unarmed family.

After all — before their eyes — Alex had single-handedly wiped out all the vampires with just one shot from the musket. And they all perfectly understood that Alex hadn’t even exerted any effort to kill such a large number of vampires. But they didn’t understand that the reason for Anderson’s words was that if they did decide to attack — Alex would strike back.

And Anderson knew he had zero chance against Alex. And if it had been Alucard standing before him — he would have already attacked — but in Alex he saw no monster — and if a clash could be avoided — then he would do so. Alex understood the reason behind Anderson’s words — but to him it still sounded utterly absurd and hilarious.

“Oh, what a tragedy. We’re stuck in the middle of a burning city — surrounded by monsters — and there’s no one to escort us home where we could wait out this disaster. Perhaps kind Samaritans nearby will walk us home,” Alex said in an exaggerated tone — pretending to be a man in distress along with his family.

“Yes. We will escort you home,” Anderson said — giving a slight nod.

“There we go — settled. Then don’t fall behind,” Integra said — preparing to walk forward.

“Ugo — since you’ve already pulled the car out — head toward Chris, Leon, and Jake. We’ll continue on our own from here,” Alex said — looking at Ugo.

“Got it, boss,” Ugo said — getting behind the wheel.

Integra looked at Alex — waiting for his explanation as to why he had decided not to ride in the car. Alex leaned toward Integra and explained that if they went by car — it would attract attention — more vampires would be sent after them — and Ugo would draw the attention to himself.

Integra thought for a moment and then nodded — accepting Alex’s plan. When Ugo drove off in the other direction — Alex punched the wall — collapsing the alley as a precaution. Seeing with what ease Alex brought down an entire alley — the members of Iscariot couldn’t help but look at Anderson — who — even after seeing all this — still wanted to continue escorting Alex, Integra, and Alessa.

Alex — after collapsing the alley — simply turned around — caught up with Integra — and lifted Alessa into his arms to carry his daughter. And while the three of them walked ahead — the members of Iscariot followed close behind — not understanding what was happening. Holding Alessa in his arms — Alex turned his head back to look at their escort — the members of Iscariot.

“Anderson… I wanted to ask,” Alex said — looking at Anderson.

“What do you want to ask, monster?” Anderson said — looking at Alex.

“How about I sponsor the orphanage you run? After all — my family sponsors many orphanages. And children need a normal life,” Alex said in a thoughtful tone.

“Our orphanage doesn’t need your filthy money, monster!” Heinkel shouted — immediately rejecting Alex’s offer.

“Heinkel. Don’t interfere. Offerings to our orphanage have always been voluntary. If someone wants to make a donation — that is their full right — and it is not for us to forbid it,” Anderson said — stopping Heinkel’s speech.

“But…” Heinkel said — trying to object.

“There — it’s decided. We’ll talk about it when all this farce is over,” Alex said — turning away and continuing to walk forward.

But none of them expected that they would be able to get out of this city alive when this war ended. Integra also looked at Alex — who was behaving in a relaxed manner — as if everything happening was part of his plan. Narrowing her eyes slightly — Integra knew that Alex had predicted the invasion of London — but he still hadn’t explained the rest of his plan — and continued to remain silent even now that it had happened.

Alex — however — paid no attention to all these glances directed at him. He sensed that the last actor had arrived on stage — and it was time to spring the trap he had prepared. Alex closed one eye to check what was happening at Hellsing — and saw the airship commanded by Zorin Blitz moving toward the manor.

At that moment on the airship — on the command bridge — stood Zorin Blitz herself — listening to reports from her subordinates. A slight smile played on her face — because she didn’t even consider those currently at the Hellsing manor worthy opponents. And even the words about Seras Victoria — who was a Dracula created personally by Alucard — Zorin did not consider a worthy enemy.

And the Major’s words about Seras’s uniqueness were simply ignored by Zorin. After all — in her eyes — Seras was just an ordinary weak girl who had been lucky enough to become a vampire. But she didn’t know that Seras had another side to her personality — buried deep inside.

The airship continued its movement until guided missiles streaked past it — heading toward the Hellsing manor. But these missiles didn’t even get close enough to the manor before they were shot down. None of the airship’s crew even had time to react before the rockets exploded.

Experiencing severe shock — they all watched as the incoming missiles were shot down one after another. Zorin immediately ordered the spotlights turned on and directed at the Hellsing manor. Her subordinates tried to dissuade her — but Zorin still gave the order to turn on the spotlights and aim them at the Hellsing manor.

When the spotlights on the airship were activated — they were all directed at the roof of the Hellsing manor. When the beams illuminated the roof — they all saw Seras standing there — holding a huge six-barreled minigun in purple-pink colors — and behind her stood a massive crate of 30mm rounds.

Seras gripped the minigun and continued firing — shooting down every rocket heading toward Hellsing. When all the rockets had been destroyed — Seras stopped firing — and the barrels of her six-barreled minigun began to slow down — emitting light smoke from continuous fire.

“All rockets down, little lady. I don’t understand where you got that minigun. Never thought I’d see anything like it. Six-barreled minigun firing 30mm rounds. The weight of that thing is almost half a ton — and don’t even get me started on the ammo crate. If I saw something like that on the battlefield — I’d run farther than I could see. Right, kid?” Pip Bernadotte’s voice came through Seras’s communicator.

“Captain Bernadotte — I asked you not to call me that. And stop flirting with me — I have a boyfriend. Just call me Seras,” Seras said in a slightly irritated tone.

“Hahaha! Sorry, Seras. Your boyfriend still pays me and my guys’ salaries. And I’m afraid he’ll bury me alive if he finds out about this,” Pip laughed — hearing Seras’s words.

Pip himself was in a special room that had been specially equipped for full monitoring of everything happening in London. Besides Pip himself — Price, Lechm, and Ghost were also in this room — and they were all watching the screens showing everything that was happening in London.

But unlike the three men — Pip didn’t know that the London he was looking at wasn’t real. And though a smile played on his face when he joked with Seras — his eyes reflected only sadness. Pip didn’t like London — and it wasn’t some strong dislike tied to his past — he simply didn’t like this city.

But seeing the burning streets and marching ghouls — into which the city’s residents had turned — caused him only sadness for their lives and anger toward those responsible for this hell. Pip pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his teeth — and before he could reach for a lighter — Lechm extended his own lighter and lit it for Pip. Pip nodded and looked again at the burning London. Taking a drag — he exhaled the smoke and brought the radio back to his lips.

“Tell me, Seras. Can you see London from there?” Pip asked — looking at the camera feed.

“Yes — I can see it,” Seras said — trying to stay calm.

“Piccadilly, Soho, Covent Garden. All of it turned to ash. London has become a true hell. I don’t like London. I think it’s a city for old people. But even in this place there were spots that were nice to visit. A pub where me and the guys could drink cold beer on weekends and listen to gossip from an overly talkative bartender. An old lady who runs a little local joint… She always tried to feed me fish and chips. No matter how many times I asked for something else — she always brought the same thing. Probably because I’m a foreigner. She was way too friendly — that old lady. But I still don’t like London. But none of those people deserved this fate. None of them deserved to turn into the walking dead who devour other dead. These people had nothing to do with Millennium — or Hellsing — or the Vatican — or vampires. And I can’t forgive those bastards for what they did. Beat them, Seras. Wipe them all out,” Pip said in a casual tone — as if reminiscing about the past — but toward the end his voice grew colder.

“Yes! It will be done. I’ll destroy them all,” Seras said — aiming her six-barreled minigun toward the airship.

“Target — enemy airship. Prepare to engage! Fire!” Pip shouted loudly.

In that same instant Seras began firing from her six-barreled minigun. Bullets flew in a hail — tearing into the airship’s hull. But what Seras didn’t know was that the ammo crate Jinx had given her didn’t contain just ordinary 30mm rounds. Inside that crate was a true chaotic mix of every possible type of ammunition: from simple tracer rounds to acid and incendiary — to the most absurd ones like fireworks loaded with phosphorus — to those that dispersed poison.

Coming under such suppressive fire — the airship instantly burst into flames — its hull melting from acid — and some crew members caught the least pleasant types of rounds that literally melted their bodies or froze them. Under such suppressive fire the airship began rapidly descending — and Zorin ordered it steered toward the Hellsing manor to ram it.

Seeing this — Seras immediately switched firing modes — just as Jinx had shown her before leaving. Activating rocket mode — Seras fired powerful vacuum rockets. The rockets streaked toward the airship at high speed. And the moment the rockets touched the airship’s hull — an explosion roared — followed by a vacuum that completely destroyed the hull — and the burning airship began falling — never reaching Hellsing.

To be continued…

(Anyway, I did check out the manga a bit yesterday to refresh my memory. But I’ll tell you a secret, I’m still confused. Hahaha. Anyway, the next chapter is about the attack on Hellsing. I’m still wondering how Seras is supposed to get her new power. Like, I’ll have to use the author’s power again for that to happen. And as for Alex’s future plans, they’ll be revealed later in the story. For now, it’s time to eat. Peace, love, I am speed.)

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