While the airship Deus Ex Machina continued its descent to finally land, everyone watching had different thoughts—but all of them agreed on one thing: once the Major died, this entire farce of a three-way war would finally come to an end. Alex himself stroked his chin, wondering what the Major’s next move would be.

Alex was certain the Major had planned something grand. Stopping himself from stroking his chin and staring at the descending airship, Alex turned to Walter—who was still sitting on the ground, leaning his back against a chunk of ruined building. Alex gave Walter’s leg a light kick to get his attention.

Walter looked up after the nudge. Alex gave a small nod toward the airship—silently asking what the Major was planning. Walter simply shook his head, indicating that not only did he not know the Major’s final step, but no one at all knew the last part of the plan except the Major himself.

Seeing this, Alex nearly rolled his eyes and almost called Walter a useless butler who couldn’t even find out something basic. When the airship finally landed, a ramp slowly extended from it—like an invitation to come aboard.

“Fate has reshuffled the cards a little. But everything has fallen back into place. Come on, then! I challenge you to a duel!” the Major’s voice rang out from the airship.

“Me? Fine, I’ll come up. I was already thinking I’d have to build something out of the surrounding junk just to drag your pig face out here,” Alex said with a slight shrug.

“Hahahaha. As crude in your expressions as ever… But no. This duel is only between the leaders of organizations. Subordinates must fight subordinates. I had to think long and hard about this surprise… But now it’s ready—everything has fallen into place,” came the Major’s slightly mocking voice from the airship.

Alex tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing a small catch in the Major’s words. He glanced at Integra—she gave a small nod, indicating she would handle everything herself.

Seeing Integra’s nod, Alex looked at Alucard and noticed a slightly pensive expression on her face—as though she were thinking about what the Major had planned. With a sigh, Alex decided to see what the Major had in store instead of ending everything in one go. Lighting a cigarette, he narrowed his eyes again and realized he still couldn’t see any sign of Schrödinger—his suspicions only grew.

“Finished thinking, my love? If so—stop wasting time,” Alucard’s voice whispered in Alex’s ear.

“Integra, what do you think? This feels way too suspicious. It seems the Major changed his plans a little,” Alex said, exhaling cigarette smoke.

“It doesn’t matter. I will win and end this,” Integra replied, preparing to step forward.

Alex sighed and nodded. Integra wasn’t going to wait any longer—she started walking ahead. Alex glanced at Alessa and gave his daughter a nod—silently asking her to watch over her mother. Alessa gave Alex a tired look and ran after Integra on her short legs.

Only Seras remained standing in place, unwilling to go anywhere. She thought about staying to help in case something happened. But in the next instant Alucard pushed her in the back—indicating she should accompany Integra.

“Master…?” Seras said after being shoved forward.

“Go, Seras. Mistress needs an escort. Or were you planning to leave our daughter to protect her mother alone?” Alucard said calmly.

Seras looked at Integra and Alessa walking away, then back at Alex. Alex gave a small smile and patted her head, then leaned in to whisper a few words in her ear. At first Seras blushed—thinking Alex was about to kiss her in front of everyone.

But when she heard what he whispered, Seras immediately became serious. And when his final words reached her, she perked up and nodded vigorously.

Alex chuckled softly and ruffled her hair—showing he believed in her. Seras’s entire demeanor radiated determination and readiness to do what Alex had asked. She was about to catch up with Integra and Alessa—who had already reached the ramp—when she suddenly turned back and looked at Walter.

“Master Walter… Um… This is probably weird to say in a situation like this… But, um… Thank you. For everything you did for me. Really—thank you,” Seras said with a bright smile.

“Thank you… Lady Seras. You’ve grown so much in such a short time…” Walter replied, looking at her with a smile.

“Hurry up, Seras!” Integra called without turning around.

Seras gave Walter one last grateful nod and ran after Integra and Alessa. Alex, Alucard, and Walter watched as Integra, Seras, and Alessa climbed the ramp into the airship. All this time Alex saw no trace of Schrödinger—who should have appeared by now.

Alex was completely certain the Major’s new and final plan involved the souls Alucard had released. But he was missing the last piece of the puzzle to put the whole picture together.

When Integra, Seras, and Alessa entered the airship, Alex looked up and took another drag from his cigarette—thinking that instead of racking his brain, it might be better to ask the main culprit of this farce directly.

“So, Major. What exactly have you planned for your final act? What’s your grand magnificent scheme?” Alex asked, bringing the cigarette to his lips.

“Hahaha… Grand? I wouldn’t call it grand. I only thirst for chaos and war. From the very beginning all I needed was to force the head of Hellsing to remove all restrictions from her chained dog…” the Major began with a light laugh.

“Get to the point. Save your villainous lines from old movies,” Alex said lazily.

“How impatient… Fine then. I wondered what could truly cause chaos and war in the world. If you thought it was war between humans and monsters—you’re right,” came the Major’s cheerful voice from the airship.

“Let me guess… All your plans boiled down to making the whole world learn about the existence of monsters, blah blah blah. Then the monsters would come out—seeing this farce in London. And then war would erupt across the entire planet? After all, the end of the world is getting closer, and you decided to ruin everyone’s life one last time?” Alex said, gesturing lazily with his hand.

“Hahaha. Almost. I didn’t just want to start a war between monsters and humans… It’s far more interesting. By happy coincidence, Millennium came into possession of one very interesting item. Our wonderful, marvelous, and brilliant Doctor studied this little thing…” the Major said—as though talking about something mundane.

“The Fragment of Darkness you got from the British Men of Letters. Then your so-called Doctor realized this fragment makes monsters stronger. And he also discovered it could be used to control human souls. That’s why his pathetic monster-creation experiments became far more successful. And after learning the power of that fragment, you not only retrieved your own soul from Hell—you decided to use it for other purposes. Am I right?” Alex said in the same lazy tone.

When Alex finished speaking, a brief silence fell over the ruined street. The Iscariot members looked at Alex, then shifted their gazes to the airship. Walter—still sitting on the ground—only shook his head, thinking the Major never should have crawled out of his hole if it meant facing someone like Alex.

Alucard—standing beside Alex—remembered what the Fragments of Darkness were and gave a slight smile, beginning to guess the true intent behind the Major’s plan. The silence lasted only a moment before loud, manic laughter erupted from the airship’s speakers—confirming that everything Alex said was correct.

Alex merely yawned lazily—showing he was so bored he’d rather go to sleep. Alucard leaned lightly on Alex’s shoulders from behind, narrowing her eyes.

Because she was growing more and more interested in what the Major had planned. After all, he had been preparing this for seventy long years. And she instinctively knew it couldn’t end like this—every fiber of her being sensed that the play the Major had staged could not conclude on such a note.

“Yes! YES! Exactly right. Astonishingly accurate! Ahh… If only I had the chance, I would play chess with you, Summoner of Monsters… No—Alexander Voldigoad. The one who hides his face behind a hundred masks. A man about whom nothing is known—yet he himself knows everything. If not for my old obsession with Hellsing, Alucard, and London—I would gladly play a game with you,” came the Major’s ecstatic voice from the airship.

“Nah, I’m too lazy to play chess with you… You’re boring and predictable. You can fool the whole world… But in my eyes this is all child’s play. And still—one thing bothers me… Hmm…” Alex said, stroking his chin.

“What is it? I’d be delighted to share my plans with you. Don’t you think it’s generous of me—to let you in on the details?” came the Major’s cheerful voice from the airship.

“I originally thought your plan was to kill Carmilla… But apparently I was wrong. You didn’t need to kill Carmilla—you wanted what’s inside her. The souls she devoured,” Alex said, thinking aloud.

“Correct—the souls. It’s all about the human souls this monster swallowed…” came the Major’s voice, accompanied by applause.

“Hey, mutt. Watch your mouth. I don’t care what you’ve planned—but I have no problem climbing up there and ripping your filthy mouth apart if you call my wife a monster one more time,” Alex said in a cold tone.

“Oh dear. How scary… Hahaha. But you’re right. It’s all about the souls. The blood of those people has been stored inside that woman’s body for years. And after she released all those souls from herself, all that blood poured out of her body. And now—guess where it ended up…? Hahahaha. No need to answer—I’ll do it for you. All that blood ended up in one single place we prepared—thanks to certain defectors who thirsted for immortality…” the Major said, continuing to laugh.

When the Major’s words ended, Alucard burst into loud laughter—clutching Alex’s shoulders. She laughed because she understood what the Major’s plan really was. Alex felt Alucard shaking him back and forth as she continued laughing with wild, ecstatic joy.

Alex activated his magical sight—his eyes scanning the streets of the ruined fake London. He had also found it suspicious that all of Alucard’s familiars suddenly vanished—and the Major decided to step onto the stage. Alex’s eyes stopped on one spot where he sensed an anomaly—and his face immediately twisted. All of this happened under Alucard’s and the Major’s hysterical, manic laughter.

Meanwhile, deep underground in the sewer tunnels beneath the fake London, a river of blood flowed—draining from every corner of the city into one single place. The raging torrent of blood surged through the underground channels in a single powerful stream.

From that river of blood came the groans of the dead—bloodied hands reaching out, clawing at anything they could touch, leaving crimson streaks on the stone walls. But the river of blood continued flowing onward until it reached one deep reservoir in the underground network.

All the blood from the entire fake London cascaded like a waterfall into one enormous deep basin—slowly filling it. Through the sound of the blood waterfalls came the faint sound of a children’s song in German. Schrödinger walked along the edge of the reservoir—twirling an unremarkable pendant in his hands, humming a childish tune, lightly dancing and spinning along the rim.

“Pam-pam-pam… Almost there… Pam-pam-pam… Almost. Just a little more… Pam-pam-pam,” Schrödinger sang cheerfully, calmly walking along the edge of the reservoir as it continued to fill with blood.

Schrödinger kept pacing the rim while the basin filled. And when the massive reservoir was completely full of blood, Schrödinger crouched at the very edge and looked down. From the blood filling the basin, bloodied hands of the dead reached upward—moaning as they stretched toward Schrödinger, trying to grab him.

Seeing the spectacle before him, a sadistic smile spread across Schrödinger’s face. He extended a finger and pressed down on the head of one of the dead who was reaching for him—pushing it back into the blood. Schrödinger began toying with them—dunking the corpses back under while they tried to climb out. Giggling childishly, Schrödinger straightened up.

“And now—the final step the Major talked about… Hmm… How did it go? Oh, right,” Schrödinger said, tilting his head to the side as he remembered.

As though suddenly enlightened, Schrödinger clapped his hands and began stepping across the heads of the dead trying to crawl out of the blood reservoir. Walking across their heads, Schrödinger reached the very center of the basin and tore a plain black crystal from the pendant.

Tossing aside the useless part of the necklace, Schrödinger lifted his head and opened his mouth to swallow the Fragment of Darkness. He released his fingers—and the Fragment of Darkness fell straight down his throat. After swallowing the fragment, Schrödinger reached for the knife hanging at his belt and brought it to his throat.

With a wide smile on his face, Schrödinger slit his own throat—his eyes instantly losing all light. In the same moment his body fell straight into the blood reservoir—into the hands of the dead who immediately dragged him to the bottom. When Schrödinger’s lifeless body was pulled under, the entire surface of the blood reservoir went still.

The silence lasted only a brief moment. Soon small bubbles began appearing on the surface—each one bursting and releasing faint black mist—as though the blood were heating at tremendous speed. Before long the reservoir of blood exploded—a furious fountain of blood shot upward, smashing into the ceiling and splashing crimson in every direction through the underground tunnels.

Blood began flooding the entire chamber. There was unnaturally much of it—and more black mist rose from the surface, drifting across the blood. The surface of the blood began writhing strangely—like a living thing trying to take shape. Suddenly another torrent of blood erupted from the roiling crimson—striking the ceiling.

But this torrent was different from the first. The second resembled a massive human hand—formed from the flesh of thousands of people—and it slammed into the ceiling of the underground reservoir. In the next instant yet another torrent rose—like the arm of a giant—and struck the ceiling with even greater force.

The second blow was so powerful that the ceiling of the underground reservoir cracked with huge fractures—chunks of stone began falling downward, becoming part of the creature being born from the blood of millions. The enormous arms continued pounding the ceiling with such force that everything around began to collapse—and the cracks in the ceiling grew wider with every blow.

Debris kept falling. But the giant arms—born of blood—continued smashing upward. With every strike a light earthquake and thunderous impacts spread outward—impossible to ignore.

At the same time, on the surface a powerful rumbling began to spread. Already-ruined buildings collapsed even further—raising clouds of dust. Alex watched it all with an empty expression—nearly groaning from the headache that was starting to build.

The situation wasn’t helped by the fact that beside him rang out Alucard’s insane laughter—she was thoroughly enjoying the situation. And soon the Major’s laughter joined hers—he was the main culprit of everything happening. Alex felt himself being shaken back and forth—and he didn’t even have the energy to stop Alucard.

Because he knew it would be hard to stop Alucard in this state. After all—her power was about to be used against her. By this point Walter had already stood up and was looking toward the horizon—where the epicenter of the rumbling and earthquake lay. Every single member of Iscariot felt that something extremely dangerous was coming. But if a fight was necessary—they would take up their weapons again.

“Here it is—the greatest creation. A monster that contains millions of souls with one single desire: to kill, to spread chaos and fear. And you will be its first victims—including the one who carried all those souls inside her. Without whom my plan could never have succeeded. Farewell, gentlemen. After all—my own end is already decided—at the hands of the head of Hellsing,” came the Major’s manic voice—which quickly faded.

When the Major’s voice fell silent, the rumbling and earthquake grew even stronger. And in the next instant a colossal fist erupted from underground—formed as though from the bodies of thousands of people who were still alive and silently screaming in endless agony. Following the first giant hand came a second identical one.

Seeing this, Alex stroked his chin—thinking how they had managed to pull this off using Schrödinger’s blood—when millions of souls should have been aware of themselves and yet continued to exist. But soon Alex received his answer when he used his magical sight. Schrödinger hadn’t simply dissolved inside the millions of souls—he had become their binding core, allowing them to continue existing.

And all these millions of souls now recognized themselves as one single entity. Everyone still on the surface reacted differently to the Giant formed of human flesh. Alucard, however, was in complete ecstasy—seeing all of this—and she couldn’t stop trembling with excitement. Alex thought about the safest way to kill this monster—and he was absolutely certain it wouldn’t be easy to take down this Giant.

“My love… how many did you devour? Give me the exact number…” Alex said in a tired tone.

“If you want the exact number, my beloved… Then in more than five hundred years of my long life I have devoured 3,424,867 souls. Entire countries, kingdoms, armies—all of it I consumed,” Alucard said, running her finger along Alex’s neck.

“If we do rough math… I might have accidentally killed a little over 400,000 souls after you ‘joked.’ Anderson and his boy scouts killed… let’s say plus or minus 20,000. And by my modest calculations… this disgusting thing has just over three million lives—give or take a few thousand. Which means…” Alex said, stroking his chin.

“Which means we simply have to keep killing this monster until it finally dies,” came a stern male voice from behind Alex and Alucard.

Alex and Alucard turned and saw Anderson—who had already regained consciousness. Anderson once again felt full of strength after Alex healed him. And most importantly—Anderson had seen the truth Alex spoke of. And that truth filled him only with fury. Fury directed at the impostor pretending to be the God he believed in.

Anderson had seen the entire path Alex had walked—and the changes he brought in his wake. And what affected Anderson most was learning that Alex was the son of the Creator Himself. He had also learned about the offer Alex had spoken of. And he was ready to say “yes.” He was a bayonet in the hands of God—to punish monsters and the wicked of humankind—and following Alex, he would remain so—in the hands of the Creator Himself.

After everything he had seen, Anderson’s faith only grew stronger—and his convictions became even firmer. Only his goal had changed: if before Anderson had been ready to lay down his life to eradicate all monsters from the world—to spare children from tragedy—now his goal had become far greater: to carry divine punishment into other worlds—to judge and execute the guilty there. And he was ready to serve for an entire eternity if necessary. And so he was prepared to follow Alex and become his weapon.

“I see you’ve made your decision,” Alex said, looking at Anderson with a faint smile.

“My faith is unshakable, monster. You merely showed me a new path—and I will walk it. I was and will remain a bayonet in His hands,” Anderson replied, looking straight into Alex’s eyes.

“You still call me a monster after everything you’ve learned… Though you know what—you can keep calling me that. After all, it’s true,” Alex said with a carefree smile.

Anderson gave a small nod and stepped beside Alex—to look at the Giant of flesh in the distance. By this point the Giant had fully emerged from underground and let out a deafening roar—creating a shockwave that spread outward. Alex merely shielded his eyes with his hand to keep dust out.

The shockwave from the Giant’s roar was so powerful it swept away everything in its path—raising an enormous cloud of dust. The Iscariot members were nearly blown backward by the blast and clung to anything they could to stay in place.

Only Alex, Alucard, Anderson, and Walter remained standing—completely ignoring the shockwave from the Giant’s roar. When the Giant stopped roaring, Alex waved his hand to clear the dust blocking their view. When the dust settled again, Alex looked at Alucard—who stood with a wide smile, holding both her pistols, her face full of anticipation.

Then Alex glanced at Anderson—who gripped broken silver bayonets in both hands. After thinking for a moment, Alex pulled an entire case of silver swords of various shapes from his inventory and tossed it at Anderson’s feet. Anderson looked down, kicked the case open with his foot, and saw the weapons.

Kneeling on one knee, Anderson took the silver swords and began sliding them into his torn coat. Alex turned his head back and looked at the Iscariot members—who were also ready for battle, undeterred by the Giant’s size.

“Alright, kids. The plan is simple: we just need to kill this thing three million times. That’s the whole plan,” Alex said with a light smile.

“A fairly simple yet effective plan, Master Alexander,” Walter said with a slight smile—straightening his black gloves as iron wires writhed around him.

“Something like that. And now the most important part. Creatures like this—artificially or accidentally created from many beings—always share one common trait. They keep mutating and changing form. And since this monster was born from the souls stored inside Carmilla… expect anything. From small monsters spawning to, let’s say, extremely bizarre mutations,” Alex said, pointing at the distant Giant.

“Interesting. Very interesting. This mindless creature can still evolve. How fascinating. I want to see it,” Alucard said in an ecstatic tone.

“Sigh… No one minds if I take the first strike, right? I mean—if someone wants to go first—be my guest,” Alex said—ignoring Alucard’s excited words.

No one answered Alex’s question—they only looked at him. Alex realized he had asked a stupid question—after all, three people beside him were ready to charge the monster ahead. With a sigh, Alex was about to step forward when Alucard grabbed his shoulders, spun him around, and kissed him on the lips. Alex merely raised an eyebrow—but Alucard answered with a wide smile.

Alex just shrugged—thinking Alucard’s behavior was because she had seen something very interesting: a colossal Giant created from the blood of those she had devoured. Giving everyone one last glance, Alex took a step forward and appeared near the Giant.

The Giant immediately sensed Alex and raised its enormous fist—bringing it down in a crushing blow. Seeing the giant fist descending, Alex simply raised his hand. The Giant struck with such force it caused even more destruction. And before it could lift its massive arm again—the arm was sliced into tiny pieces.

When the Giant’s entire arm was chopped into fragments all the way to the shoulder, the Giant let out a deafening howl of pain. Alex stood with a lazy expression—still holding his hand raised. Chunks of the Giant’s flesh rained around him—striking the Infinity barrier surrounding Alex.

Lowering his hand, Alex lit another cigarette and—after taking a drag—waved his hand as though cutting something. In that instant a slash appeared along the Giant’s entire body. From the wound on its chest blood immediately gushed—spraying in every direction. Still holding the cigarette between his fingers, Alex leaped back and brought the cigarette to his teeth.

Alex watched as the Giant began regenerating its lost limb—and the huge wound on its chest began to heal. He wasn’t surprised at all that the Giant possessed such regeneration. Exhaling cigarette smoke, Alex looked at the Giant and decided to kill even more souls inside it before the others reached it.

“Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine,” Alex said—raising his hand with crossed fingers.

The moment Alex’s words rang out, the Giant’s body began to be sliced into tiny pieces—and instantly regenerated. The Giant’s body continued to be destroyed at such speed that it could no longer keep up with regeneration. With every instant the Giant lost hundreds and thousands of lives—and its body began to shrink.

Alex stopped using the Domain and lowered his hand. He looked down at the Giant’s body—chopped into tiny fragments. Alex took another drag from his cigarette and noticed the pieces of flesh beginning to writhe strangely—crawling toward one spot.

Shifting his gaze farther, Alex saw a familiar sight: the pieces of flesh were merging into one—forming a cocoon. Exhaling cigarette smoke, Alex could only shake his head at such typical predictability.

“Sigh… Always the same. First big and clumsy—then small and strong. The only thing that changes is the form—the essence stays the same,” Alex said—flicking away the cigarette butt.

The first to arrive was Alucard—who landed beside Alex. She had seen everything while running toward them: from the severing of the Giant’s arm to how it was instantly chopped into tiny pieces. Stopping beside Alex, she looked at the crimson cocoon and remembered Alex’s words about such creatures mutating—and now she wanted to see the next form of this being born from the Major’s mad plan.

Next came Walter and Anderson—who stopped and looked at the crimson cocoon. They shared the same question: what kind of creature would emerge from that cocoon?

Silence reigned around them—broken only by the sound of running footsteps approaching from afar. When the rest of the Iscariot members arrived, their gazes toward Alex were completely different from before. None of them had managed to reach the scene before the Giant’s body was destroyed and turned into a crimson cocoon.

“What kind of creature is supposed to come out of that cocoon, monster?” Anderson asked—gripping silver blades in both hands.

“Honestly—I have no idea. It’s like a surprise box—something new every time. If anyone wants to—they can poke it with a stick,” Alex said—lazily shrugging.

“Master Alexander, jokes are inappropriate in a situation like this,” Walter said—glancing at Alex.

“Oh come on, shut up. You may have gotten younger—but inside you’re still the same old man… But I really am curious what will come out of that cocoon. It could be a clone of Carmilla—or maybe some mutant with three arms, ten asses, and one nipple in the middle. Or maybe something far more interesting,” Alex said—continuing to joke.

“You know… I don’t care what crawls out. Clone, mutant, creature with ten asses… Because in the end I’ll still be the only one you want to fuck after the fight,” Alucard said—running her nail along Alex’s neck.

Hearing Alucard’s words, Alex began coughing violently—choking on his own saliva. When her words rang out, Walter immediately turned away—while Anderson simply ignored them and continued staring at the crimson cocoon.

After stopping his coughing fit, Alex tiredly looked at Alucard—she gave him a seductive smile and lightly licked her lips. And no matter how much Alex wanted to say it wasn’t the time for that kind of talk—a loud cracking sound echoed around them. Alex turned his head and looked at the crimson cocoon—now covered in cracks.

And in the next instant the cocoon shattered—and inside the broken shell stood a tall, naked man. He had long curly blond hair and extremely pale skin. The naked man stood with his eyes closed—and slowly began to open them. When he opened his eyes, they were pale yellow with a faint pink tint.

The man’s appearance seemed very familiar to Alex. And before Alex could examine the naked man more closely to remember who he reminded him of—Alucard appeared beside him—aiming the barrel of her Jackal pistol straight at the man’s head.

Without waiting for any reaction from the man, Alucard fired the Jackal directly into his head—and his head exploded in a spray of blood and gore. Before the headless body could fall to the asphalt, Anderson appeared beside it—with a shout of “Amen!”—plunging his silver blades into the man’s body, severing his arms and driving a silver blade into his heart.

The last to attack was Walter—who twitched his fingers. Iron wires coiled around the man’s body. In the next instant Walter yanked both hands back—and the man’s body was sliced into pieces by the iron wires.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing? Couldn’t you at least wait until he put some clothes on? From the side it looks like you attacked a naked guy you stripped and dumped in the middle of a ruined city. Are you bandits or something?” Alex asked in a stunned tone.

“My love… why wait? I simply didn’t like how he looked. His appearance brings back some very unpleasant memories,” Alucard said calmly—looking at Alex with her crimson eyes.

“A monster should be killed before it even has a chance to move,” Anderson said in a calm tone.

“Well—you could’ve at least let him get dressed,” Alex said—grimacing slightly.

In response Alex received only silence and blank stares. With a sigh, Alex reacted instantly—appearing between Alucard and Anderson. He kicked Anderson in the side—sending him flying away—and pulled Alucard back. The moment he did—the sliced man instantly regenerated his body and struck Alex in the face.

Pushing Alucard back, Alex extended his arm to block the blow. And the instant the man’s fist collided with Alex’s palm—he was hurled backward with tremendous force. As he flew, Alex let out a heavy sigh—hurtling toward the airship.

In the next instant Alex crashed through the airship’s hull with his back—punching through metal walls until he stopped. Sighing, Alex looked up and saw a pair of female legs.

“I recognize those legs,” Alex said—looking at the woman’s legs.

To be continued…

(And so it ends again at this point. My level of scum is simply off the charts. Whose form do you think the monster created from the souls Alucard absorbed took, and whose female legs did Alex see? Well, according to the plot plan, what happens on the airship, and then the battle against *Spoiler*, and then the end of the war. And then a small part of the continuation of the Hellsing arc. What I’m planning are mini-things, like a date and a little rest for Alex. I think that’s all. Time to eat. Peace, love, hehehe, beautiful female legs.)

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