$163 Casillas Is Unlucky

Father Anderson put away the bayonet in his hand, and all the pages returned to the appearance of the Bible and were pressed in his hands.

He was never merciful to the aliens, and killing was his way of solving these problems.

Although he was not very good when facing pagans or non-believers, he would not take action without saying anything.

Yang Valentine's body was emitting a blue glow, burning into ashes bit by bit.

Although he tried to tell some important information in exchange for his life before his death, Anderson was never interested in listening to the nonsense of the aliens.

The glowing bayonet cleanly solved this "powerful" vampire.

At least compared to those blood-sucking bastards, it was quite strong.

"Lost lambs, blackened lambs..."

Anderson glanced at the Blade Warrior who was still burning under the bayonet on the ground, muttered a few words, and scattered the pages around.

It was like distributing leaflets, but it looked quite solemn under the sacred light.

The light faded, and Anderson's figure disappeared.

Only the Blade Warrior, who was gritting his teeth to resist the pain, was left lying on the ground.

"Ah, I came here specially for a look."

A slightly childish voice sounded, and a boy in the uniform of the Third Reich appeared in front of the Blade Warrior.

The boy with cat ears and cat tail, Warrant Officer Schrödinger.

His true identity is the experimental cat of the famous "cat lover" Schrödinger.

As the intelligence collection officer in the last brigade, he always appears in any place.

Existence or non-existence, life or death, it has no meaning to this boy.

So he is everywhere, and has never existed.

"A different vampire?"

Warrant Officer Schrödinger said to the air in front of him, and his figure appeared on a small TV at the other end.

"Do I need to take this guy back?"

"No, the plan is about to start, so there is no need."

"Got it!"

Warrant Officer Schrodinger saluted, then pulled off the bayonet Anderson left on Blade.

Then he disappeared.

His actions may be out of the curiosity of a cat, just like a cat always pushes the cup on the table to the ground, or maybe for fun.

Warrant Officer Schrodinger's behavior habits are basically the same as those of a cat.

"Damn it! Who are these guys!"

Blade stood up with some effort, and the wound on his body was still bleeding.

The part of his body that belonged to the vampire was burned by Anderson's power, and now he just felt very weak.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket with his injuries, and dialed Nick Fury's number.

The call was connected quickly.

Because he talked about the news of Hydra in the previous call with Nick Fury, according to his understanding of Nick Fury, the guy is now waiting for his call.

"Hey, come to my location immediately, come in person. It's best to bring some blood bags, blood type is not important."

The Blade's voice was a little weak. He didn't expect to see Nick Fury's real body, but now it seems that the only person he can rely on is that guy.

As for positioning, Nick Fury must have made preparations for the mobile phone in his hand or somewhere on his body. That bastard who doubts everything will not let him move freely.

It is also because his backup personnel are not suitable to appear in this previous battlefield. He is in danger here, otherwise Blade would not need to contact Nick Fury for rescue. .

And Nick Fury may have left a substitute not far from him, otherwise Nick Fury would not be able to be so elusive.

Although that kind of substitute needs nutrient solution to maintain life, the SHIELD funds that Nick Fury embezzled are definitely enough to put enough supplies in those safe houses.

Blood bags are considered medical supplies, and he definitely has no shortage of them.

"I'll be there soon."

Nick Fury agreed directly on the phone, although Nick Fury, who answered the phone, had just gotten up from the floor not long ago.

Hellboy's fist is not easy to take.

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"How do you plan to deal with this little wizard?"

Korlik was stepping on Casillas' calf to prevent this guy from using spells such as teleportation.

When Casillas just woke up, the ancestor of Kolik interrupted his spellcasting.

Although Kolik had a bad temper, he just asked Casillas to lie on the ground to calm down, and did not knock this unlucky guy unconscious.

Perhaps it was the big treasure swollen high on Casillas' head that made Kolik reluctant to do it.

These wizards like to use the magic of the other dimension as a first move. Kolik has been paying attention to prevent this wizard from using that thing on the holy mountain.

"Do you want an heir?"

Bulkasso looked at Casillas with a headache.

Casillas is now just a fool who thinks he has been deceived, and he has not had time to do evil.

But he has been beaten by the barbarians.

This guy is really unlucky.

It was like a new soldier skipping night training to drink in a bar and bumping into the highest officer who was taking a break.

"I don't want to take care of a child."

Kolik directly moved his foot away from Casillas and disappeared.

Casillas was left looking up at Burkeso in front of him.

"Teacher!"

Casillas launched a summoning spell, summoning the Supreme Mage Ancient One.

Ancient One rejected his summons and reached out from the portal to slap Casillas.

Although it was not a serious mistake to plan to obtain the power of the dark dimension, that kind of power was not something that Casillas, an immature mage, could master.

Who made the current Lord of the Dark Dimension the teacher he called for? He was just unlucky.

"Well, it seems that I have to ask those idle ancestors who want you as an apprentice."

Bul-Kathos directly lifted Casillas up and put him on the ground to stand firmly.

Then a group of ancestors appeared around.

"Bul-Kathos, you brought another mage with you."

"I still don't like mages."

The ancestors chattered, and although they knew what Bul-Kathos meant, there were not many ancestors who were interested.

Then most of the ancestral spirits disappeared, leaving only a few scattered ones.

"Are you assured to leave him to me?"

An ancestral spirit with a calm face spoke.

"Banaar, I think he may not survive in your secret realm."

Another ancestor said with some impatience and worry.

"Quarkak, why do you always interrupt?"

"Because of the responsibility for life."

Banar, the berserker, and Quarkak, the general of the Holy Mountain Guards, stayed here.

Banar was calm, while Quarkak was impatient and worried.