"How about you just kill him."

Seeing the strange scene in front of him, Integra frowned tightly.

At this moment, Yang Valentine was so miserable that he almost lost his human form. Only a bloody torso and head were left. As for his limbs, they were constantly being eaten by zombies... Now there is no trace at all.

However, this is not the end.

Because Fang Mo was holding a small glass bowl filled with minced garlic.

"Minced garlic, pour in hot holy water, and use a TE mill to grind out silver powder with 100% purity!"

Fang Mo stepped on the opponent's chest with one foot and began to tilt the bowl in his hand with a smile: "Now I am going to violently pour this noble soul juice on your humble face... Vampire! Aren't you afraid?

Garlic? Then I want you to feel this ultimate insult!"

“Bah!!!”

Although the ingredients are somewhat abstract, this liquid has quite an astonishing effect on vampires.

I saw Yang Valentin's head begin to melt, bubble, and then quickly regenerate. His whole body was experiencing almost extreme pain. He could no longer even speak and could only twitch his body instinctively.

, like a dying silverfish.

"..."

Even the policewoman couldn't bear to look at this cruel scene and subconsciously turned away.

"Cufufur."

Acat smiled nonchalantly: "You actually enjoy doing such boring things as dog abuse. It seems that you still hold a grudge."

"Okay, that's enough!"

Integura obviously couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed forward and grabbed Fang Mo's arm: "Kill him quickly, or let me interrogate him normally... Don't do this kind of meaningless thing."

Tortured!"

"I have already interrogated him."

Fang Mo threw the small bowl at Yang Valentine's face casually, then crushed it with his foot and said.

"When did you do the trial?"

Integuera couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you torture him the whole time?"

"I'm helping him climb the ladder." Fang Mo said with a smile on his face: "You may not believe it, but I am the Super King of King Jing..."

"Can you stop talking nonsense?"

Integra interrupted Fang Mo's nonsense, took a deep breath and said with an extremely serious expression: "I really need the other party's accurate information now. The other people from the round table meeting will be here soon. I'm begging you.

OK?"

"Oh, that's okay."

Seeing the other party's sincere attitude, Fang Mo stopped playing: "They are millennium people, the same group of lunatics who were defeated decades ago."

"……What did you say?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Integura, but also Akat couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Of course, the policewoman next to him was even more shocked: "Those... lunatics?! But, but

Uncle Bao, didn’t they perish decades ago?”

"Wait a moment."

At the critical moment, Integra's mind was relatively calm: "Although I really want to believe you, I still want to ask, how did you... obtain this information?"

"Do you know how zombies are born?"

However, after hearing this, Fang Mo suddenly asked this question for no reason.

"ha?"

Integra was a little puzzled when he heard this, and subconsciously glanced at Akat next to him: "Maybe it was bitten by other zombies? Or is it that the body needs to be buried in a place with a strong negative energy?"

"neither."

Fang Mo shook his head and said: "To be precise, it's resentment. Zombies are monsters born from the resentment of heaven and earth."

"So what are you trying to say?"

Integra asked.

"The reason why I tortured him was actually to inspire the purest resentment in his heart." Fang Mo pointed seriously at Yang Valentine on the ground and began to rant: "Through this resentment, I can corrode and sense

His thoughts...that's how I obtained the information."

"Is that so?"

After hearing Fang Mo's explanation, Integra nodded subconsciously.

She didn't doubt anything, because Akat also had a similar ability. After devouring the enemy, he could take the enemy's life as his own, and memory was also considered a part of life.

So as long as Akaat ​​absorbs all the blood of a person, he can take away the other person's memory.

"You go on."

After thinking about this, Integra nodded and said, "I'm listening. Please be as detailed as possible and don't miss any information about them."

"They were the last remnant of the group that was defeated back then."

Fang Mo recalled the plot and said: "It seems that they claimed to be the last brigade. Because they were defeated that year, they turned their attention from technology to mystery, trying to create an invincible army composed of undead creatures, and then realize their goals

The Millennium Empire...that is, the Millennium Ambition.”

"The last... brigade?"

Integra kept repeating the name, frowning.

"Yes, they claim to be the people who have inherited the orthodoxy." Fang Mo laughed directly when he heard this: "Ah, but with all due respect, they are just a group of pure war lunatics. How much do they know..."

"You don't seem to have a jealous character."

Integra glanced at Fang Mo strangely: "Does it mean... that he has a grudge against these guys?"

"It's not like we have any grudges, it's just a matter of stance."

Fang Mo shrugged: "This group of war lunatics are hopeless. They will do whatever it takes to start a war, so if they are destroyed, they will be destroyed. If anyone can listen to what people say, then I will go find them and have fun."

After playing with it, let them appreciate 202...well, the future scene."

"ha?"

"That's it anyway."

Fang Mo did not explain anything in detail, but just waved his hand and said: "The last brigade left a deep impression on me, but if I encounter it, I still have to shoot it to death. After all, I still hate forgetting the original intention...

"

"The last group?"

Before Fang Mo could finish speaking, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from not far away. Everyone looked up and found that it was Walter, the butler covered in blood, walking slowly over.

"Walter? You..."

A trace of worry flashed in Integra's eyes.

"It's okay, miss."

Walter smiled and wiped the blood on his face: "These are the blood of the enemy. Although I am old, I am not so old that I can't even deal with this garbage..."

"Yeah?"

Hearing this, Integra also breathed a sigh of relief.

"But if I remember correctly, those remnants were wiped out by us decades ago, right?"

And at this moment, Walter also wiped the blood and said: "At that time, Acat and I searched very carefully. There should be nothing left behind..."

"Who knows."

Acat smiled noncommittally: "Maybe another army inherited their research."

"So...do you have any other information?"

After pondering for a long time, Integra looked up at Fang Mo again: "Where is their base camp? What is their purpose? Who is the mastermind behind it?"

"They don't have a clear base camp, but it seems that their specific power is concentrated in South America."

Fang Mo recalled the plot and briefly explained some information: "The mastermind behind the scenes is a man named Major. I don't know his specific name. He is one of the members of the Guards back then. As for their purpose, it is also very simple.

Get rid of the Hellsing Agency and Acat...and have endless war fun."

Fang Mo was indeed right about this information.

As explained before, the plot line of Hell Song is very short.

From the time when King of Vampires Akart went on a mission, met the policewoman, to launching the final battle in London at the turn of the millennium, this period did not even last a month.

And in the original work.

Millennium actually doesn't have many high-end combat capabilities.

If I have to say it, the Valentine brothers who have come to die now count as two... There is also a gambler Tubal Cain, the magic bullet shooter Lieber Van Winkle, the illusionist Thorin, the werewolf captain, and Schrödinger
To be continued...