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Hellsing: Strength of the Shadow

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A b.faloo fanfic translation. Original Author: Cat at 3 A.M. A crucifix hangs on the wall, a devil hidden within. Come, raise your sword and point it towards heaven! Only the purest of humans can slay monsters. The Vampire King, bearing the identity of Hellsing in a different world, yearns for death. But gradually, he discovers that those familiar faces have appeared once again. The priest, the butler, the werewolf, the Major... The world is once again ravaged by unending warfare. A homebody girl, who only wanted to live a simple life while guarding her family's sacred artifact, the 'Frozen God Sword', is blasted into action. Rimuru, the adorable king enjoying a peaceful life in the Great Jura Forest, is forced to join the war. The wandering witch, Eirena, has no choice but to halt her journey and seek refuge. The Major: Gentlemen, I love war! Hellsing: Enemies must be slain! (Note: Strength of the Shadow, Hellsing, Uncle from Another World, Adorable King...)
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