Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 751: Enemy? I have no rival!

Accardo stared at Anderson in front of him.

With his own strength, he braved his hail of bullets, broke through his thousands of troops, and killed his way to him.

Even he couldn't help but admire such behavior:
"Well done, a respectable enemy, but..."

Akado leaped up, distanced himself from Anderson, and came to the center of his own army.

Although the area here is small and there are few enemies, it does not affect his deployment of the Dead River at all.

This was because his River of the Dead was filled with disembodied resentful souls, which could overlap one another without any problem of not having enough space.

At this moment, although there are only a group of resentful souls around him, there are shadows and overlapping shadows inside, and it is unknown how many thousands or even tens of thousands of soldiers are hidden there.

Akado was protected by these soldiers, although he always wanted to die and longed for a spectacular end.

But since it is such a grand event, there can't be any slackness. What he wants is to die to his heart's content. If that is not possible, then he will just kill to his heart's content.

He stared at Anderson and said in a tone that was half pity and half mockery:

"What, what are you going to do, the monster is standing right in front of you, Father?!"

"How are you going to defeat me? What are your chances of winning?"

"One in a thousand... or one in ten thousand... one in a million... one in a billion... or one in a trillion?"

Anderson's face was covered in blood, and he said firmly: "Even the end of infinity is enough for me. Some things are not just for you!"

He used his one arm to take out a box wrapped in circles of white cloth from his arms. The white cloth was covered with all kinds of strange runes.

Looking at the box, Akado's face changed, and he felt the breath of a holy weapon from it.

Holy vessels are also called holy relics in the Western alchemical system, because their creation is often closely related to legendary supernatural beings, or they are simply their relics.

And because every time the holy objects appear, they will cause a lot of killing and death, they are also called the Deathly Hallows.

They are widely distributed in the hands of major Western powers.

As one of the largest forces in the West, it is normal for the Catholic Church to possess holy relics, and Akado did not seem surprised.

"No wonder you have the confidence to challenge me. It turns out you brought a holy weapon with you. Human, you have succeeded in making me start to take you seriously. Come on, challenge me, be my nemesis, come and kill me. I'll give you this chance, hahaha!"

Akado laughed. He didn't mind if someone used the so-called holy weapon or divine weapon against him.

Weapons are in the hands of people, and talent is the key. Even a monster like him, isn't he using weapons?
It wouldn't be such a disappointment if I could be killed by the holy weapon by the person in front of me.

But soon, he stopped laughing.

Anderson grabbed the box and squeezed it hard. The bandage covered with talismans fell apart, and the box inside broke into pieces, revealing the object inside, which turned out to be a long nail.

The so-called holy weapon was actually just a nail? Akado was stunned for a moment, and after recognizing the origin of the holy nail, his face changed drastically.

As a monster who has lived for hundreds of years, he has seen a lot of things. The holy relic in Anderson's hand is called Helena's Holy Nail.

Helena was the mother of Constantine the Great. Legend has it that she discovered the true cross and the nails on which Jesus was crucified in the holy city of Jerusalem.

These nails, which were originally ordinary, became holy relics because of Jesus, and they have different functions.

Some were inlaid on the helmet of Constantine the Great, some were collected by the Church of God, some were thrown into the Adriatic Sea to calm hurricanes, and some were used to fuse themselves to become terrifying alchemical monsters.

As one of the holy relics left by Jesus, it is normal for the Holy See to own it.

The third department in the Vatican is responsible for housing and managing the holy relics, also known as the Vatican's Top Secret Relic Management Bureau.

After the last fight, Anderson learned that the opponent he would face this time was the legendary Vampire King, so he applied to the Third Department for this collection.

The opponent was a vampire and one of the trump cards in the hands of the Protestant Church. The Third Department had no reason to refuse both publicly and privately, so they used some space teleportation methods to send this holy relic to Anderson.

At the same time, the Vatican also asked Anderson whether it was necessary to send the Paladin Army to help.

But Anderson refused. For some enemies, numbers are not enough.

"Lenna's Holy Nail, Anderson, put it down. Do you want to abandon your soul and become a monster?" Akado said in a trembling voice.

The reason why his voice trembled was not because of fear, but because he did not want to see a human being who made him look at him differently go astray and become a pathetic monster like him.

Having been a monster for hundreds of years, he knew the feeling too well.

"I am just a gun sword, a gun sword that carries God's punishment. I wish I was born as a storm, I wish I was born as danger, I wish I was born as destruction, I wish I was born without blood or tears, just a ruthless hurricane. If He can make it happen... then so be it!"

Anderson had made up his mind. He knelt down suddenly, clenched the holy nail in his hand, and stabbed it hard into his chest.

Some things are beyond human power.

Only monsters can defeat monsters.

As the executor of God's punishment on earth, what does it matter if I become a monster?
"Amen!"

He roared, and in an almost fearless manner, stabbed himself in the chest.

But the imagined scene of the heart being pierced, the holy relic entering the body, and a torrent of power flowing into every limb did not appear.

"What's going on, Holy Nail..."

Anderson looked down at his chest.

At some point, a hand appeared on his chest.

This hand was like an iron clamp, holding the holy nail tightly. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake it at all.

"Holy relics, Deathly Hallows, these things don't look that good, they can't compare to the miraculous skills at all!"

An indifferent voice commented from behind.

Anderson's heart sank, and his only remaining hand continued to hold the holy nail tightly. He spewed out a sharp gun sword from his mouth, bit the hilt, turned around suddenly, and slashed towards the back.

"Clang!"

A crisp low humming sound of metal suddenly rang out, and the gun sword, which had been able to cut through iron like mud, seemed to have hit something extremely hard and could not move forward at all.

What on earth was that? Was it Akado’s method… Anderson looked up and saw a pair of thick eyebrows pressing in front of his eyes.

It was a man taller than him, standing behind him, holding his holy nail in one hand and looking at it with interest.

Who was it? When? Anderson was shocked. He wanted to fight back, but his eyes went dark and a huge hand kept growing in front of him.

"Kakaka!"

Zhang Zhiwei grabbed Anderson's head like a basketball. He arrived just when Anderson was charging at Accardo.

But when he saw Anderson's charge, even he couldn't help but look sideways and stood in the dark to watch him.

At the same time, he also wanted to know what the confidence of this priest was and what his trump card was that made you do such a desperate move.

Now, he saw and felt a force of extraordinary quality and a strong subjective will from the holy nail that Anderson took out.

The hidden subjective means and things that he had felt before were very faint, and could not be detected at all before reaching a certain level.

Even these subjective influences on themselves are very small.

They are either like prohibitions, explicitly forbidding you to do certain things, or like boiling a frog in warm water, influencing your thinking subtly.

But the subjectivity in this holy nail is different. It is extremely powerful. Once it is integrated into the body, it will instantly change your thinking and turn you into a monster that is 100% in line with its subjectivity.

It was just like the lists of people who had turned to evil that we had encountered before.

Once you convert, no matter what you think, there will be evil whispers ringing in your ears, constantly influencing you, and the subjective consciousness in this holy nail is much more powerful than those whispers.

Once the priest uses it, he will probably turn into a monster from body to mind.

Of course, Anderson may think this is insignificant. Not only will he not resist, he will embrace it.

Just like what he said just now, he was willing to be God's gun sword, willing to be a ruthless hurricane.

However, all this ended with the appearance of Zhang Zhiwei, and his hurricane dream was shattered by Zhang Zhiwei single-handedly.

Anderson is known as the Gunsword Priest. His body has been strengthened and he has immense strength, able to tear through steel. But in Zhang Zhiwei's hands, he can't cause any trouble at all.

At this time, he was no longer obsessed with the Holy Nail.

He let go of the hand that was holding the holy nail, and a gun sword appeared in his palm. He used all his strength to stab Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.

There was a loud "clang" and the gun sword broke, but the opponent was unharmed, not even a hair was hurt.

Anderson's heart skipped a beat, and then he was lifted up and pressed heavily to the ground. With a loud bang, the ground cracked like a spider web.

Anderson's glasses were broken and his mouth was wide open. The energy in his body was dispersed by an irresistible force and he almost lost the ability to resist.

Today was the darkest moment in his life-long career of fighting demons and defending justice. He encountered an unprecedented failure that he had never imagined.

"Tiantong... Master..."

He looked at Zhang Zhiwei with bloodshot eyes. He had fought with Zhang Zhiwei's lightning incarnation before, so he naturally recognized his aura.

"Master!"

The moment he saw Zhang Zhiwei, Mr. Huang Jiu let out a long sigh and almost wanted to cry for joy.

"He's finally here, Master Tiantong!"

The Axe Gang leader Wang Yuqiao, who was observing secretly, also breathed a sigh of relief. In the situation just now, he was about to go in person.

“It’s not that he finally came. He has actually always been here. Did you notice that after Sect Leader Tiantong came, the lightning figure that was about to disappear was replenished and restored to its peak state?” Dai Chunyu said.

On the court, Accardo also stared at Zhang Zhiwei, and the bad mood he had just felt because Anderson was about to turn into a monster suddenly disappeared.

He grinned widely: "It is this aura. Only humans can defeat monsters. You are finally here, my nemesis."

"Enemy?!"

Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head and glanced at Akado: "Don't make things worse for yourself. I don't even have an opponent, so how can there be any nemesis?!"

Akado was stunned at first, then he burst into laughter. This was the opponent he wanted. He raised his double guns and made an inverted cross shape.

When facing a real opponent, there is no need for unnecessary words. Everything will be revealed in your hands.

At the same time, the resentful souls around him suddenly gathered together, and the movement was so great that it was like a huge wave. In short, it was truly a vast sea of ​​people.

"Attack his real body. He can be killed in this state!" Anderson said with great difficulty behind Zhang Zhiwei.

Although he was suddenly defeated by Zhang Zhiwei, between the positions of human and monster, he chose human without hesitation.

"It's not that easy to kill!"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand and shot out a palm thunder as thick as a bucket. It was rough, wild, and thorough. It directly blasted through the sea of ​​people guarding in front of Akado and shattered the figure who was in the reverse cross posture.

But soon, Akado's figure appeared in another direction.

Although there was a possibility that Akado could be killed after using the Death River, as long as he was not seeking death, how could it be done so easily?

As one of the earliest vampires, even if he did not rely on the life absorbed from the dead river to resurrect, he still possessed extremely terrifying recovery abilities. Even if his heart was crushed and his head was blown up, he could still recover quickly.

Moreover, he can change his form freely, that is to say, as long as he wants, he can become any form and hide in this dead river with thousands of troops.

It is absolutely impossible to kill him simply by using decapitation tactics.

Even Hircine was able to defeat him with absolute strength only with the help of four powerful paladins.

Akado controlled a large number of resentful souls to attack Zhang Zhiwei.

Because the space was too small and there was only one target, those resentful souls gathered together, howling, tumbling, and biting, connecting the sky and the earth, sweeping over in a mighty force.

Under this overwhelming tide of resentful souls, Zhang Zhiwei looked like an ant to a mountain.

“Master Tiantong, hahahaha…”

And on the top of the "mountain", Akado was laughing wildly, his expression became more and more excited and crazy.

He stretched out his hand towards Zhang Zhiwei and pressed down hard.

As his hands moved, the resentful souls kept changing and reorganizing, and actually formed a giant hand made up of resentful souls that reached the sky and the earth, and slapped it down fiercely.

This scene can only be described as horrifying.

Be it Huang Jiuye and his group, Walter from Accardo's gang, or Anderson who fell to the ground, even the Axe Gang and others who were secretly observing from a distance, they couldn't help but gasp and immediately looked at Zhang Zhiwei himself.

What method did the Tiantong Sect mainly use to deal with this situation? Thunder magic? Facing so many enemies at once, even the thunder magic that was naturally resistant to ghosts and evil spirits would probably not be easy to deal with.

But unexpectedly, facing this shocking attack, Zhang Zhiwei did not use thunder magic.

There was no sadness or joy on his face, and he didn't make any movements. He just spit out a blue-green flame at the giant hand that was hammering the sky and the earth.

The flame was very small, but the moment it touched the giant hand, it was like a spark that set the prairie on fire, and flames suddenly rose to the sky.

(End of this chapter)