Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

"Master, are you sure you don't want me to intercept that aircraft carrier?" Accardo asked again, his crimson pupils filled with madness.

The vampire's body at his feet, its head shattered, was still twitching slightly; the mangled remains covered in runes marked its difference.

Integula, a cigar between her fingers, gazed out the window at London engulfed in flames, her voice unwavering: "No need. Her Majesty the Queen's order is to cleanse the entire city of London!"

Previously, because the Queen met with Mercury, they were not evacuated from London, but were properly protected at this Hellsing headquarters.

I witnessed firsthand how this land was trampled by foreign tribes and burned by war.

This humiliation and anger had long since transformed into the most resolute command, which was delivered to Hellsing's head.

Therefore, their mission in Hellsing was never to hold the line, rescue civilians, or stop the vampire legions.

It was a massacre!

It is to crush every invading alien, every monster stained with the blood of Great Britain, into ashes without leaving an inch of the land!

"so……"

Integula clenched his fist, stubbed out his cigar, and said in an unprecedentedly serious voice, "The order is: dye everything of the enemy crimson! Slaughter them all! Don't let them leave Great Britain alive! Activate the Restraint Control Technique Zero!"

Alucard laughed loudly, "Yes, my master."

"Hahahaha!"

……

"These damn aliens!"

Anderson led sixty-six men from the Traitors' 13th Division through the burning city of London.

They did not feel anger at the massacre of civilians.

They don't share the same beliefs, and they're even enemies!

It would be better if all those Protestants died out.

But he absolutely could not tolerate that mere vampires dared to disregard the faith of the Lord and launch a holy war on their own!

Just as he was leading the members of the Betrayer 13 to clear out the vampires, the werewolf captain and a group of vampires blocked their way.

His expression remained silent as always, his eyes wide as he stared at Anderson.

"Amen!" Without thinking, Anderson drew his sword and rushed over.

Captain Werewolf remained silent, watching Anderson charge towards him, and traded blows by kicking him.

Caught off guard, Anderson was sent flying as if hit by a cannonball, crashing heavily into the building wreckage, sending dust flying everywhere.

"cough!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, but immediately laughed wildly and propped himself up. Instantly, countless holy runes surged from his body, and his flesh rapidly healed in the light of the scriptures.

"You monstrous hybrid... this strength isn't enough to subdue me!"

He suddenly drew another sword, his muscles bulging, and charged forward again.

The werewolf captain neither dodged nor evaded; his fist collided violently with the sword's edge.

clang!

The deafening clang, like metal clashing, shattered all the surrounding glass.

Anderson's arm was numb, and the area between his thumb and forefinger was split and bleeding.

The werewolf captain looked at the deep wound on his hand, which had penetrated to the bone, and his silent gaze finally turned serious.

A human and a werewolf locked in a fierce battle amidst the flames of London's streets.

The monks of the Betrayer's 13th Division gripped their muskets and swords, holding their breath in anticipation, while the vampire soldiers under the major's command also clenched their weapons tightly.

The entire battlefield fell into a strange stalemate.

Just as the two sides couldn't help but start fighting, Anderson and the werewolf captain, who were locked in combat, suddenly froze, as if they had been pressed firmly to the spot by an invisible giant hand.

The air in London suddenly froze.

It wasn't the shockwave from an explosion, nor the intense heat of war.

It was a terrifying pressure, so deadly it surged up from the ground, from the sky, and from every inch of land soaked in blood.

It was as if a coffin lid had been lifted from a hell that had been dormant for a thousand years.

"This is……"

Everyone stared in horror at the tide of blood surging out at the end of the street.

Like a raging tsunami, countless dead struggled and crawled out of the river of blood.

Fear instantly drowned out all the gunshots and explosions.

The River of Dead has opened!

……

On the rooftop, Mercury clutched his stomach and laughed.

"Hahaha! He's opened the dead river! That guy!"

The phone's camera captured burning streets, a rampaging vampire army, the traitorous Section 13 slaughtering, and in the distance, Alucard breaking free of his restraints.

We didn't get to see the iconic scene of the three confronting each other; it seems Great Britain has truly been pushed to the brink.

"Stop looking."

Tomie suddenly reached out and gently snatched his phone away.

"Um?"

"Explain what's going on with that wallpaper, don't change the subject."

"That's not important!"

Mercury hooked his arm around her neck and put his other hand around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

"Such a beautiful night view, it would be a shame not to dance."

Before Tomie could answer, Mercury took the first step.

Tomie instinctively raised her hand to support his waist.

The lighthearted dance steps clashed sharply with the hellish scene below.

The two intertwined their fingers, their bodies pressed together, their dance steps light and rhythmic with the fighting.

The sounds of explosions, gunshots, and the screams of the dead became the perfect melody for the dance.

Tomie snapped out of her daze, chuckled softly, and leaned close to his ear, her voice carrying a unique touch of coquettishness.

"Forget about the wallpaper bill. Now, I'll play the part of a lunatic with you."

Mercury laughed even louder, the laughter sweeping across the sea of ​​fire before landing back on her face.

It was as if the burning of all of London was just a light turned on for her.

"Mental illness sounds awful. Isn't this romantic?" he said softly. "The city is being destroyed, and we're the only ones dancing."

He didn't know why he was dancing.

I just thought of it and did it.

Below us was a precariously crumbling rooftop.

Before him was a woman, the embodiment of desire.

Behind him, Schrödinger squatted to the side, resting his chin on his hand and watching with great interest, occasionally letting out a meow in support.

In the distance, the town where Aurelia lived remained quiet, like a corner forgotten by the world.

And there is an unspeakable entity silently watching all of this.