"I would like to know just what in the hell happened here?"
Constantine shivered as he clambered up from beneath the crag. Standing beside him were Hellboy and Daimio.
Earlier, their scalps had gone numb from Andariel's little tune, causing their car to flip right off the mountain road. As a result, everyone looked rather wretched.
After navigating a series of troubles, the trio finally reached the summit of Mount Pande, only to witness a scene where magma was gradually cooling into rock.
Bul-Kathos sat cross-legged on the ground, clutching a jar of cheap swill and guzzling it down wildly.
Agamotto was maintaining a barrier to isolate the Space-Time Reapers with one hand, while his other hand glowed as he pressed it against a slice of meat that looked like a pan-fried veal cutlet.
The Ancient One stood rooted in place, her eyes completely pitch-black, seemingly deep in thought.
Constantine's voice was so faint that even the two people beside him couldn't hear it clearly.
"Anung Un Rama? Looks like I have to take on a bit of Merlin's work."
Agamotto swept a glance at Hellboy, then let out a long exhale.
Nimue's life had finally been preserved through his manipulation of time, and those abominable Reapers had vanished one by one.
However, the current Nimue looked like a young girl immersed in a hallucination; her face bore only an expression of peaceful sweetness.
Perhaps this version of Nimue was enough to strike a chord in Constantine's heart.
Merlin's remnant shadow had faded. To ensure Nimue's ending continued along its original trajectory, Agamotto had to temporarily step into the role of Merlin.
"This is Nimue?"
Seeing that no one was paying him any mind, Constantine walked over to Nimue and scrutinized her.
"This girl having a sweet dream... is the infamous Blood Queen?"
Constantine was somewhat astonished. To him, Nimue was a figure of legend. He had assumed the Blood Queen who unleashed boundless plagues would look more like Baba Yaga to fit her legendary deeds.
"Otherwise what? Is she Snow White waiting for her prince? I don't see any dwarves around."
Hellboy pulled out his handgun directly, seemingly intending to put a round in Nimue.
Legend held that Nimue possessed an immortal body, but he didn't believe it. He had to at least test it.
"Don't do that, mate."
Constantine pressed down on Hellboy's hand to stop him.
Unknowingly, he had become the leader of this small squad. Perhaps Constantine simply possessed that baffling power of charisma.
"I truly didn't expect you to arrive in such a fashion, great Immortal King."
Constantine offered a compliment to Bul-Kathos, who was not far away. After all, that roar and the meteor-like descent were conspicuous enough.
Bul-Kathos said nothing, merely continuing to chug his alcohol.
Clearly, he wasn't feeling particularly great right now.
After Andariel was placed inside the Black Soulstone, she began to maintain her consciousness bit by bit using the emotions of torment.
Although she wasn't a Demon Lord skilled in beguilement like Belial or Azmodan, she was perfectly capable of constant, nagging chatter like Diablo.
Right now, inside Bul-Kathos's mind, he could faintly hear Andariel's bizarre voice ringing out from time to time.
While the influence wasn't major, it was enough to cause irritability.
It was like the ancient torture of dripping water; that unceasing mental torment was enough to cause an ordinary person to suffer a breakdown in a short time.
The presence of this harassment wasn't something one could get used to immediately, and this voice couldn't be shut out.
"It seems Nimue has her destined death, but what should we do now?"
The Ancient One's eyes remained completely black. Under the previous pressure, the connection between the Dark Dimension and her had become even tighter.
She was more concerned about the current situation. After witnessing the rules of time that were unknown to her, the Ancient One's worries began to grow by the day.
"Go get him to pull out the Sword in the Stone, and then, let nature take its course. When he meets that guy, he can cut off Nimue's head."
Agamotto pointed casually at Hellboy, and his entire body began to turn ethereal.
He intended to leave this place.
After becoming one of the Vishanti, he felt somewhat uncomfortable even just staying on Earth.
Having witnessed a more powerful force of time, Agamotto just wanted to close his eyes and ignore everything.
"Hellboy, go find the Sword in the Stone. Only Excalibur can resolve Nimue."
Agamotto shouted impatiently at Hellboy, and then his body vanished bit by bit.
After witnessing the image of the "powerless" Andariel with his own eyes, he intended to go back and discuss things with Oshtur and the others.
After all, just that little tune was hard for him to endure.
The Seven Evils of Hell were a bit more terrifying than he had imagined.
"Hey, hey, hey! Are you guys talking about me?"
Hellboy asked in confusion. He had gone through untold hardships to rush to Mount Pande, only to be assigned a new mission.
Accepting this silently without a word was not his style.
"Enough! Who will watch over Nimue!"
Bul-Kathos smashed the empty clay jar onto the ground, speaking with irritation.
Behind him, the Wings of Valor flickered in and out of existence.
The sensation of someone constantly chattering in his ear was not pleasant; it was as annoying as recurring tinnitus.
"I feel that, aside from you few, no one can guarantee they can suppress Nimue."
Constantine tilted his head slightly, addressing the group before him.
He knew his own strength well, and he had some understanding of the mystical forces in London.
Nimue's existence was a bit above standard specifications.
Whether it was the local church, the mages, or even organizations like M11 and Hellsing, their overt combat power wasn't enough to suppress Nimue.
As for trump cards... everyone except M11 had some trump cards, though Constantine couldn't name them precisely.
"I actually know a guy who could probably do it."
Luke drifted up, hanging upside down, held by his ankle by Jessica.
The destruction caused by Bul-Kathos earlier had made it very difficult for him and Jessica to fly up to the summit. Then Andariel's song had caused them to crash. Fortunately, both of them had excellent physical constitutions.
Immediately after, Jessica encountered the suppression caused by Bul-Kathos unleashing his full power. Under that immense pressure, Jessica couldn't even take off.
"You look familiar? Right, you're that Helmet Man from before? And who is the lady companion beside you who can fly?"
Constantine pointed at Luke with a dawn of realization, speaking with that frivolous tone used between acquaintances joking around.
Especially when asking about Jessica, anyone could hear the slightly lewd inflection in his voice.
In the incident involving Angel, Luke had left a deep impression on him.
After all, not everyone would be interested in angel innards.
"I thought you'd be a bit more polite after waking up, or at least less annoying."
Jessica swung Luke like a weapon in a leaping strike. Luke's body smashed Constantine directly into the ground.
Of course, she held back her strength. Luke's body was several degrees harder than your average blunt instrument.
If she hadn't held back, Constantine would have turned into Constantine paste.
"Ancestor Bul-Kathos, Mage Ancient One, we saw a vampire at the Hellsing Organization. Perhaps he has the ability to suppress Nimue."
Luke ignored Constantine, whom he had just knocked down, and turned to state his opinion directly.
After understanding from Steve what Alucard's "River of Death" represented, he had temporarily abandoned the idea of killing that vampire.
As it happened, Nimue here was also an unkillable existence. Perhaps she and Alucard could "get along well."
...
In the stronghold of the Last Battalion.
The Colonel masked his emotions with a smile.
Nimue losing control meant that the sacrifices they had made had become worthless.
The deaths of Tubalcain and First Lieutenant Sorin meant their subordinates had lost some high-end combat power. This was not good news for their subsequent plans.
Captain Bellbluff carried the Holy Flame left by Anderson, but it had been extinguished directly amidst Andariel's song. His current combat power had also declined.
The power Imperius granted to Anderson had reacted and fought back when facing the indiscriminate attack of the Demon Lord Andariel.
That cluster of Holy Flame had been exhausted at that moment, which allowed the two fleeing figures to return to the base.
"Doctor, don't tell me you only made one preparation."
The Colonel's expression was somewhat stiff as he spoke. All they wanted was a true war.
The remnants of the crazed empire had extraordinary ideas.
"I am already researching the Blood Queen's body. At the very least, creating demon soldiers will not be a problem."
The Doctor, who had been brought back by the Werewolf Captain, ignored his physical discomfort and spoke nervously.
He was just a researcher; he had no enthusiasm for combat whatsoever.
He wanted to sacrifice himself for victory, not die miserably in a hopeless war.
"Then, give me a time limit. You know we don't have much time left."
Light reflected off the Colonel's glasses as he pressed one hand on his cane and stood up.
After the collapse of the Third Reich, they had become the remnant Last Battalion.
It was only with the help of moles within the Church that they had regained their footing.
All for a simple revenge, a true death.
Revenge against the vampire Alucard, and a stage grand enough to serve as a funeral for the Third Reich.
"Ten days! No! Within eight days I can make the vampire soldiers possess demonic power! The data left by Rasputin has already been cracked!"
The Doctor spoke, his voice straining to the point of exhaustion.
Those who delayed the plan never met a good end. Originally, he was the only scientific talent in the Last Battalion, so he had never been under such pressure.
But now the Battalion had connections with AIM (Advanced Idea Mechanics); he was no longer an irreplaceable existence.
"No, no, no~ The seventh day is the moment we act. So, I give you five days! I want to see results on the morning of the sixth day!"
The Major stood before the Doctor. Though his body was not large, at this moment, he was filled with an oppressive presence.
(End of Chapter)
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