Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Unload your things and leave quickly."

"Just standing there, I feel so strong."

"These guys have such a strong presence!"

"Standing around here, I felt like I could die at any moment!"

As Arcado and Mercury met, the air around them seemed to freeze.

The ordinary people still in the port sensed the atmosphere in the air and hurriedly moved away from these people.

It's as if looking at them for even a second would lead to their inexplicable annihilation.

Meanwhile, the people being unjustly speculated about stared at each other with wide eyes, looking at each other in confusion.

Alucard slowly raised his crimson eyes, a playful smile curving his lips. "Interesting. You know nothing and yet you've come all this way. Is it the confidence of the strong, or the arrogance of the even stronger?"

Mercury on the other side wasn't listening to what Alucard was saying at all; he was bending over and whispering something to Coco.

He completely ignored Intgra, who was reaching out his hand, and Alucard, who was staring at him.

"..."

The two, who had been ignored, exchanged a glance.

They started communicating with their eyes.

Integula: "Is he really reliable?"

Accardo: "He's very strong."

Integula: "I mean, do you think he's reliable?"

Accardo: "The composure of the strong."

Indra: "Is this what I meant?"

Accardo: "Relax, it's just a little bit of capriciousness from a strong person."

Indra: '???'

Finally, with a glance between the two, Mercury ended his cricket chatter with Coco.

He calmly straightened up, picked at his ear, and blew on it.

"Interesting, you want me as your outside help?"

Intgra frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "That's right. HELLSING was attacked by a vampire force some time ago. We need strong enough combat power to help eliminate those monsters."

She deliberately emphasized the word "monster," her gaze sweeping over Coco's seemingly harmless smile behind Mercury.

Is she unreliable, or is the guy in front of her just too unreliable?

"Monsters?" Mercury chuckled as if he had heard an amusing joke. "They're just some small fry. Calling them monsters is giving them far too much credit."

Upon hearing this, Alucard suddenly chuckled, a hint of interest flashing in his crimson eyes: "Trash? It seems you're quite confident in your abilities."

He took a step forward, his figure enveloping Mercury, an invisible pressure spreading out. "Then tell me, what kind of being do you think deserves the title of 'monster'?"

Mercury tilted his head, as if he were thinking seriously.

What kind of thing qualifies as a monster?

In his eyes, even Alucard and the werewolf captains couldn't be considered monsters.

If we're talking about monsters, Schrödinger's cat is one, Hellstar is another, and then there's...

He felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason and stopped thinking about it.

"Hey, why are you saying all this? Come on, Xiao Ka, Xiao La, give me a smile."

Mercury casually put his arm around their shoulders, took out his phone, and took a selfie.

With a "click," the check-in was successful.

Accardo narrowed his eyes and looked down at the image of the three people huddled together on Mercury's phone screen.

"What are you doing?" Integula asked in a deep voice.

She had never seen such an unpredictable person before. One second they were at each other's throats, and the next they were taking selfies.

Mercury shook his phone, changed Tomie's wallpaper, and then slowly said, "Just to keep a memento. After all, this kind of opportunity doesn't come every day."

Then, his tone shifted abruptly, and he suddenly looked at Alucard, his murderous intent surging forth. "Speaking of which, do you consider yourself a monster or a human?"

"Oh?"

Faced with this question, Accardo chuckled softly, pulled out two pistols from his pocket, and his scarlet eyes gleamed with even greater interest.

Monster or human?

Isn't this problem obvious?

Intergula, standing to the side, frowned, took out a cigar, and started smoking again.

Why are they suddenly going to fight again?

It's good that they're fighting; it'll be a good opportunity to test the strength of the "Holy Salt Maker".

She doesn't think Accardo will lose.

At this moment, Coco finally stepped out from behind Mercury, still wearing that enigmatic smile on her face.

"Are you sure you want to fight now? HELLSING needs fighting power." She looked up at Indra, then at Mercury. "Maybe there's more to come."

The two men, now locked in a tense standoff, remained locked in a stalemate. The ground beneath Mercury's feet was gradually eroding into fine salt, while Accardo's twin pistols were already loaded.

Upon seeing this, Integula's pupils suddenly contracted.

Salt?

Is it that kind of "holy salt"?

No one answered the question in her heart.

The atmosphere had reached its peak, and it seemed that war was about to break out when suddenly the horns of cargo ships sounded from the port again.

The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping tore through the silence of the port as a small cargo ship billowing black smoke crashed into the edge of the dock like a wild beast out of control.

The sounds of planks cracking, steel twisting, and the cargo ship's engine's final, mournful wail startled seabirds into scattering and fleeing.

Amidst the thick smoke, the cargo ship's deck slowly tilted, and several rusty iron railings broke off and fell to the ground, revealing the figures huddled inside.

They were ragged girls with chains around their necks and wrists, their eyes vacant as if their souls had been ripped out.

"What is this? Damn!" Intgra frowned and stubbed out his cigar, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

Those damn guys!

The salt beneath Mercury's feet suddenly stopped spreading. He glanced at the teetering cargo ship, whistled, and said, "Tsk, you Britons are quite the ladies' man. No wonder you still have aristocratic lineages. You really respect tradition."

Accardo's gun barrel drooped slightly, his crimson eyes sweeping over the cowering figures. "This is the despicable nature of humanity. No matter when or where, they will wield their swords against the weak to vent their ugly desires."

"Oh right, let's go have a couple of drinks first. You vampire must have a collection of fine wines." Mercury nodded indifferently, too lazy to argue with this "philosopher."

You only see the bad in humans, right?

Those like him, the Holy Mother and Holy Father, are weeping.

Are you unmoved by this scene?

Accardo gave him a deep look, then turned and left.

Just as Mercury was about to follow, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of a strange man in a suit and top hat leading a slave girl off the cargo ship.

The girl was thinner and smaller than the others. Her dirty sundress was stained with filth, and her exposed shoulders, neck, arms, and face were covered with scars.

Her head was bowed low, and beneath her messy, long gray hair were eyes of the same color.

There was no fear, no despair, only a desolate, lifeless wasteland.

"This is……"

Mercury stopped in his tracks, frowned, and walked over.