On the control bridge of the Ausmerzer, a large number of operators were monitoring the ships engines and flying speed. Standing in the center of the room of the control bridge was the witch herself and the one in command of the Ausmerzer.
General Irene Engel
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A dark aether Tempest materialized before out of thin air and whispered to her some information regarding the situation with the remaining forces on Hellsing and Iscariot side.
"I see. They are the only one's left and they have no military backing them up except for that filthy undead army of theirs," Irene said with a sinister laugh, "This is going to be a great day. Tempest, command Colonel Rudol to drop in... with the Monitor."
The tempest nods and teleports away. The moment the cosmic creature disappeared, Irene grabbed a microphone and began speaking into the ship's speakers so that the ones on the ground could hear her.
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Laying his eyes on the enormous vessel, Anderson doesn't appeared intimidated but rather seemed irritated by its unexpected arrival.
"I don't have time for this! I need to-"
Interrupting him in mid sentence, everyone heard a voice emanating from the speakers of the Ausmerzer that remained hanging in the air. It was the voice of Irene Engel.
[All enemy forces who dared to strike back at our own listen very carefully. You are now to be given the highest level of punishment known to man for this... Death. A tedious and agonizing process which I myself will not execute. Our brothers and sisters' death shall be avenged by your blood being spilled on this battlefield and you will beg for mercy.]
As soon as the speakers went off, another portal opened right above them and a massive machine came falling out of it and descends towards them.
"Scatter!" Rodeo cried out as he and everyone all moved around to avoid being crushed by the massive machine as it soon landed on the ground on its three feet and producing a massive cloud of dust in the area due to the hard landing.
"*cough* *cough* Okay, what just..." Seras coughed out from the dust, and when she opened her eyes and looked above, what she saw shook even her demonic soul, "Holy fu-"
Brrrr—!
A terrifying horn was heard throughout the entire city, so loud that it shook the hearts of those who heard it and left many speechless.
As the machine stepped out of the cloud of dust and into the battlefield after stopping for a while, its single mechanical eye glowed a menacing red like all the other robots of the Reich. Rodeo and the rest could only stare in a mix of awe and terror at the massive three-hundred-meter-tall behemoth armed to the teeth. It had a red glowing eye, three legs, armed with machine guns and incendiary weapons attaching to the lower areas of its body, and a massive arsenal of missiles that could be launched from its body by the thousands.
The London Monitor.
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And standing on top of the machine with his arms crossed and staring at the group with a cocky grin on his face was Rudol Von Stroheim. Following that, he stood in attention and performed the Nazi's signature salute.
"B-B-B-B-B-BAKA MONOGA! GERMAN MACHINES ARE THE STRONGEST!"
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Rodeo, who saw that it was Rudol of all people, did... well this.
*Rodeo.exe has stopped working*
"Rodeo's broken again." Angie remarked as she knocked Rodeo's head.
And it worked successfully as Rodeo reboots himself and exclaimed, "I have absolutely no fucking idea how this man is alive and work for them, but... I'll say do not let that Monitor get us!"
"On it." Miranda said as she along with Alcina flew in the air gaining the London Monitor's attention as it started firing a storm of missiles at them while the two kept evading them in the air.
[I can't pull something that big apart!] Karl complained, struggling to lift the giant contraption even in his mutant form, a form that greatly enhanced his magnetic power that he could lift up the Eiffel Tower with ease.
Up until that moment, a horde of dark aether zombies had been emerging from countless dark aether portals and came charging towards them accompanied by thousands of Reich soldiers that came in as reinforcements.
"But we can fight them!" Rodeo added, he went to Donna and the doll and shouted, "Donna, Angie, stay with Integra and Seras! We got this!"
The two nodded and made their way to Integra while Rodeo and the rest started fighting the enemy forces with the exception of Anderson and Dracula, who remained fixated on each other. At full speed, Anderson charged at Dracula and swung his bayonet at him, who swung his sword at his opponent at incredible speed. As their weapons clashed once more, the massive power behind it blasted them back a few meters apart.
"You have become a formidable warrior. I am impressed." Dracula said.
"Ready for more?"
"Yes. Bring me more. Try to stab my heart with your bayonets. 500 years ago. 100 years ago. Now you come back to challenge me and awaken me again. My nemesis."
"Don't even need to ask." Anderson said as he charged at Dracula once more and swing his bayonet twice at him but he simply deflected both of the strikes with his sword before Anderson went for a thrust attack, which Dracula sidesteps to the left and avoided it before swinging his sword down on Anderson, who quickly leaped away from his attack and brought out more bayonets and hurl them at Dracula.
Suddenly, multiple gunshots were fired from Dracula's cloak and shattered the bayonets, one of the bullets pierced right through Anderson's left hand and exploded it into bits. In front of him, Anderson watched as Dracula morphed back into Alucard who had his Casull and Jackal pistol in his hands.
"Pure silver Macedonian processed mercury ammunition in Marvel's NNA9 cartridges. 39 cm in length, weighing 16 kg, with 13mm armor piercing rounds. The Jackal! This weapon is perfect Walter!"
"Seriously, why do people have to explain their weapons!?" Karl complained as he crushed multiple zombies beneath his iron foot, a moment later, he suddenly got hit by a Mangler's cannon shot, "Ow! You little bitch!" he shrieked and sliced the Mangler into two with his saw hand, "You two! Finish your fight and back us up!"
"No! We need Anderson!" Rodeo shouted as he struck a Reich soldier in the chest and sent him flying to a group of Reich soldiers at fast speed.
"Don't boy!" Anderson spat out as he charged once more at Alucard, who fired his Casull pistol at Anderson which he effortlessly deflected the rounds with his bayonets.
Sporting an exciting grin on his face, Alucard fired a shot from his Jackal pistol and the bullet struck Andersons left arm, incapacitated it completely and rendering it useless. Using his remaining arm, Anderson swings his bayonet at Alucard, but he jumps away and instead his bayonets killed two undead familiars in the distance.
Anderson proceeds to attack Alucard again, who is standing on the end of the street. However, between him and Alucard, an army of undead familiars obstructing Anderson's path. Even though thousands of ghouls were blocking his way, Anderson didn't stop there as he ran up and tried to launch himself again, only to be attacked by multiple cards that came flying out of Alucard's shadow essence and slashed his body, injuring him severely but he didn't fall just yet.
"What will you do now? Your dragon stands before you, Catholic. You plan to slay me, is that correct? How likely are your chances of survival? One in a hundred? A thousand? A million? No, maybe a billion stands to reason."
"Your taunts mean nothing to me. I am prepared to slay you even if the odds are one in a trillion."
"Oh, and how do you plan to do that? You're bruised and bleeding. Your arm is hanging by a few threads of meat. How are you going to win? Will you die like a dog of the Church? Or on your feet like a man?"
Anderson, like a man, carried his broken arm with his teeth so that it wouldn't slow him down and brought out a set of more bayonets in his hands.
"You think that something like a torn arm will pare my unwavering loyalty to God? Now silence! And fight me!"
Alucard was surprised by Anderson's will to still keep going even with those injuries of his, "Excellent. Humans are such fascinating creatures." he smiled as hundreds of thousands of his familiars took form, creating a distant barrier between the dragon and the knight.
With the passion of god flowing through him, Anderson charged through the gates of hell with his bayonets sharpened for battle. As soon as Anderson began his assault, the familiars began dropping like flies. The progress he was making in such a short period of time became palpable. It was like his bayonets were a lawnmower, and the familiars were merely grass being cut down by the blades of God. Blood, guts, and bayonets were flying through the air as Anderson made his way through the horde of undead familiars.
"Exploding Chain!" From Anderson's coat wrist came a series of long chains that latched themselves onto the heads of the familiars, burning them alongside any familiars next to them in a fiery explosion.
Anderson continued charging through the horde and cutting them down to reach Alucard with no sign of giving up.
"What kind of a man is this? He reminds me so much... of those other men. Yes, come to me Alexander Anderson. Come and stand before my gaze like those men did long ago. Try and pierce my heart!"
Anderson's fury and determination only grew as each bayonet paired these undead monstrosities. Now swinging with both hands, Anderson hacked and slashed at all of the familiars, watching their lifeless bodies falling to the ground and being crushed under the weight of his body. Anderson stabbed his bayonet and sent it plunging through the head of a large bulky familiar that stood in his way. But for the first time, it wasn't enough to bring the monster down; with Anderson's hand still gripped on his bayonet, he could do nothing to protect himself as the strong familiar grabbed his arm. Anderson let out a moan of pain. But then, his ears picked up the sounds of clopping and metal clanging. He looked behind the familiar, and noticed an armada of knights with lances charging toward him, their eyes red and full of blood.
'Is this how I die? What a disappointing death. Forgive me, God.' Anderson grimly braced for the dozens of javelins about to stab themselves into his chest, when out of nowhere, a shower of bullets were shot from behind him, quickly sending the knights in the front of the armada to their permanent deaths.
Anderson clenched his teeth. There was only one person it could be. "Damn it! I ordered you to return to the Vatican! You stupid meddling idiots!"
Heinkel, whose guns were still releasing smoke from her fired rounds, spit her cigarette out of her mouth and shouted back to her superior, "And what did you expect us to do? Just pack up our things and go back to the Vatican like a bunch of cowards?! If we did that, none of us could call ourselves soldiers of Iscariot!"
"By the cry of amen and the slaughter of the unworthy, the world slip it back into place." The familiar who had Anderson locked in a death grip quickly had his eyes sliced off of his body, and standing behind him, Anderson's faithful disciple, Yumie, stood with her katana unsheathed. "Those are the words that you taught us to live by every day of our lives! Do you think we would abandon your teachings and our righteousness? You are the fool, Father Anderson."
"You imbeciles! All I wanted was for the legacy of the Catholic Church to live on! To have the Pope be protected by the soldiers of God! Too many of us have gone to Limbo this day." Anderson turned his head back to the army of familiars. "But since I'm charging full-speed into hell, I believe some company wouldn't hurt. I guess we're going to do this together, then."
At his words, dozens of the soldiers of Iscariot lined up behind Father Anderson, ready to rally under their leader.
"Let us tell them who we are!"
"WE ARE THE SOLDIERS OF ISCARIOT! WE ARE JUDAS ISCARIOT!"
"CHARGE!"
With an army of their own to match this army of the dead, the lost souls were mowed down with an even quicker speed than before. Dozens by dozens, these zombies were slain by the soldiers of Iscariot, but as every dozen were killed, one hundred more came to take their place.
While the men of god were fighting through the army, they suddenly halted in their tracks when they felt the earth tremble and the sound of loud footsteps. Each footsteps it took would send a large frightening quake of the earth. As they turned around, they all saw the London Monitor standing a distance away from them like a predator watching over its prey.
"Holy mother of God." Yumie murmured, feeling two of her souls shivered upon seeing its red mechanical eye fixed its gaze on them.
The London Monitor sounded a loud horn that was heard across the entire city and hundreds of kilometers away. As it stood in front of the forces of the Iscariot Order relatively unopposed, its face began to glow red, whatever came next would create much more destruction.
The London Monitor, unleashed a massive beam of concentrated plasma below, the beam was so powerful that it split the earth in two, annihilating thousands upon thousands of Alucard's undead familiar, and even Alucard himself, disintegrating him into nothingness. However, he spontaneously resurrected a moment later since he had a few spare souls to sacrifice.
"Well… that felt weird." Alucard remarked, laughing at this new type of death he experienced, "This is like the first time someone's destroyed my body like that."
The Iscariot Paladins, on the other hand, all managed to survive from the metal they had on them suddenly made them float into the air, avoiding the laser beam and being annihilated into atoms.
"Woah! Too close!"
"But who's making us float?"
"Look!"
One of the Iscariot Paladins pointed at the rooftop of a building and they saw the mutated Karl, the one who made them float with his powers.
"Karl?!" Anderson exclaimed.
"Consider this as a thank you for giving us that jet back at Brazil." Karl adressed to Anderson before hurling a wrecked bus at the London Monitor, diverting its attention away from others and focusing its red menacing eyes at him.
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Karl Heisenberg stood fearlessly as he dropped Anderson and his men back to the ground, except he purposefully placed Anderson ten meters away from Alucard.
"You stand before me. I'm impressed, even though there are some assists and interruptions. Still, I'm very impressed by your will to fight earlier, Iscariot. Show me more." Alucard took out his guns and grinned, preparing to launch an attack, but instead, Anderson took a strange box out of the inner pocket of his trench coat.
"You are not the only one who carries a mighty weapon, monster."
"Oh? Is this the toy that will defeat me?" asked Alucard, smiling with utmost confidence. Anderson said nothing, and broke the box with his hand. Alucard's smile instantly faltered; his nostrils became filled with the scent of something... holy.
"A nail?" The realization of what this object really was struck him, and he frowned. "The Shroud of Turin, the Holy Grail, the Lance of Longinus... Should I assume that you're threatening me with the last of the holy artifacts of Rome?"
"Oh yes..."
"It smells of ancient blood and miracles... The Nail of Helena..."
To Alucard's shock, instead of pouncing at him with the nail, Anderson turned the point of the nail to his heart. "PREPARE YOURSELF, ALUCAR-"
BOOM!
Something fast suddenly dropped between Alucard and Anderson in the middle of his sentence, causing the earth beneath them to collapse and a surge of wind to shove both of them backward by an inch or so, nearly taking them by surprise.
"Stop!"
Having enough, Rodeo stepped in to interrupt the two as they both averted their gaze at him.
"I have enough with all this bullshit!"