That despicable little smirk on his face.
That dreadful laugh...
...with his cheeks
contorting slightly upwards.
He didn't look anything
like a n*zi SS officer.
But at the time, in 1941, you all...
...the Vatican's European
General Directorate...
...collaborated with him
and his organization.
We were forced to collaborate.
He was carrying a direct order
from der Führer.
Yes, of course.
And they commenced operations.
The operation and their scheme are
ingrained in my memory, my Master.
Well done.
Arucard, Her Majesty herself is
convening a round table discussion.
Oh, the Queen?
Return at once and report the details.
Don't keep her waiting.
Yes.
Did you enjoy the thrill of w*r, Integra?
Did you feel the blood
rushing down there?
Did you see the dark red flame?
Shut up, you idiot!
Who gives a damn!
Now get back here, damn you!
What the hell are you people doing?
There's absolutely no way
I can tell you that, Colonel.
It's a top secret order
issued by the late Führer.
Get off your high horse!
Why won't you turn us into vampires?!
Why? Why?! Answer me, you bastard!
That's enough, Colonel.
Any more of this childish behavior
and I'll blow your head off.
What are you doing?
What do you intend to do
with your army of 1000 vampires?
Sergeant?!
The pudgy little man
with the glasses said it...
...as if he were hell's
own commanding officer.
I intend to savor the infinite
pleasures of w*r.
Of the next w*r...
...and the next w*r after that one.
The operation called
for creating vampires...
...the secret "Last Battalion."
It's simple.
You helped fund the operation.
And you knew about it as well.
You knowingly collaborated.
Forced to? Nonsense.
You wanted him to turn
you into a vampire.
It wasn't just me!
All of us were...
They tricked me...
Help me...
Please, Maxwell.
I'm begging you!
Nope.
"Slurp"
Can't do it.
It's impossible to get back.
It'll take an extra week by boat.
An airplane is out of the question.
We can't leave that big
wooden box here, can we?
This is my final domain.
This is where I was born
and this is where I will die.
"Slurp Slurp"
So you want some more, Anderson?!
Arucard!
The Vatican has a small jet airplane
13 kilometers north of here.
Take that release paper
and get the hell out of here...
...before I decide to k*ll you again.
Amen.
I'm back, my Master.
Job well done, my servant.
You're in the presence of the Queen.
Take off your sunglasses.
It's been a long time, Vampire.
Let me get a closer look at you.
You haven't changed at all, Arucard.
You can see the years
have taken their toll on me.
I'm a wrinkled old lady.
You're still the same spirited girl
you were 50 years ago, my lady.
No, your highness is without a doubt
even more beautiful today.
Give me your report, Vampire.
55 years ago, a crazed n*zi major
attempted to create a vampire army.
Walter and I laid waste to the operation.
However, they refused to give up.
Now they're trying
to complete their research.
They're the remnants
of the Third Reich's...
..."Last Battalion."
That's what Millennium is.
Tubalcain's blood must
have given us away.
The Major really blew it.
Hold it.
I'm the messenger.
I'm not here to fight with you.
Walter.
Security was airtight.
And no sign of any breach.
Your security is useless against me.
I'm everywhere and nowhere.
He's only a child.
What's Millennium? What are they after?
What?
Hello.
Hello...
To the representatives of Britain
and the Vatican who are here today...
...my commanding officer, the Major,
has something he wants to tell you.
Please give him your attention.
Huh?
What's the matter? There's no picture.
Major, stop it!
For god's sake please don't.
Warrant Officer Schrödinger,
the screen is completely blank.
- Oh, I can see them now.
- Help! Please help!
Major, it looks like you're having
quite a time of it over there.
No, a great weight has finally
been lifted from my shoulders.
It feels good. It feels very good.
Hello, Major.
It's been a long time, Mr. Arucard.
I'm extremely happy to see you again.
What is it you want?
It's the head of the Royal Order of
Religious Knights, Sir Integra Hellsing.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
What is the purpose of this idiocy?
Answer me!
The purpose?
That's a stupid question,
my beautiful Fräulein.
Purpose? How funny.
To put it in the strongest terms, Fräulein...
...we have no purpose.
"Hang the defeatist!!"
You should know, Fräulein...
...that there are those in this world...
...certain irredeemable louts,
for whom the means need no end.
That is to say, ourselves.
Don't stop until he is completely gone.
We can't have him turning into a ghoul.
Wow! That looks pretty harsh, Major.
You people are insane.
Someone from the Vatican's Iscariot
Organization speaks of "insanity"?
It is your God who
guarantees my insanity.
So let me ask you...
Who is it that guarantees
your God's sanity?
We are the Third Reich's SS.
Do you have any idea
how many people we've k*lled?
We're insane?
As if it were something new.
You should have said that
half a century ago.
Very well. Excellent.
Then try to stop me,
you self-proclaimed "normal" people.
But unfortunately,
you people are not my enemy.
My enemy is Britain...
Hellsing...
No, it's that man standing
gleefully over there!
A splendid declaration of w*r.
Fine. I'll annihilate you
as many times as I have to!
We will never give up.
We'll reverse this ridiculous outcome
as many times as we have to.
Arucard, Seras. sh**t.
sh**ting the messenger,
that's not very nice.
Goodbye, Fräulein.
I look forward to meeting
again on the b*ttlefield.
Sir Hellsing.
Arucard.
Destroy them.
That's an order.
They're finally paying us some attention.
Doc, Captain, once I start to dance,
I dance to the finish.
Enjoy it as much as possible, right?
You're slow!
In the time it took you just
to walk down the hall,
I went to London, got my head
blown off and made it back already.
Perhaps you should go on a diet, Major.
That's impossible.
Warrant Officer Schrödinger,
stop being disrespectful.
It's all right, Doctor.
The Warrant Officer has
carried out his mission.
Engage flaps!
Commence Deus Ex Machina!
This is the Last Battalion's Commander
speaking to the entire air fleet.
We are headed for England's capital,
for the skies above London.
Send up the beacon.
The signal fire of defiance
announcing our return
to this mortal world.
♪ Let's sing a little song today ♪
♪ And drink some cool wine ♪
♪ The glasses should be ringing ♪
♪ Since we must, we must part ♪
♪ Give me your hand ♪
♪ Your white hand ♪
♪ Farewell, my love, farewell ♪
♪ Farewell, farewell ♪
♪ Since we're going ♪
♪ Since we're going ♪
♪ Since we're going against England ♪
♪ England ♪
And thus the ship came into my possession.
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor...
My b*llet punishes all
without distinction.
Welcome aboard.
You have your wish.
We and our ship are
at Millennium's service.
What's it like, new Captain?
What's it like to become a vampire...
...after betraying your own country
and k*lling all your mates?
I see.
How does it feel to unleash
your powers of invincibility and...
...turn your superiors and subordinates
into ghoul corpses, new Captain?
I see.
Well done! This is amazing!
Millennium is very happy to have you.
Oh, you certainly deserve full credit.
We couldn't have done it without you.
The Major will be so happy.
Well...
...now that the deed is done,
hurry up and die, Limey.
You set us up, bitch!
I only heard a single sh*t!
But that's ridiculous! It can't be!
I'm Rip Van Winkle, the hunter.
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor...
My b*llet punishes all without distinction!
You bitch!
Foolish child.
First Lieutenant.
Oh, you're awake?
I ran out of paint before I could finish,
but I guess this will do.
We'd be a pretty sorry
looking ship without this.
Our cursed banner.
The German Third Reich's
Atlantic Fleet Flagship Adler...
...now commencing operations!
No matter how many times we k*ll them,
they keep coming back.
They certainly are a persistent lot.
However many times they come back,
we'll just keep k*lling them.
It's as simple as that.
This time it's not just the two of us.
We have a new member.
There's something
I've been meaning to ask you.
What?
Why did you make Seras a vampire?
Why would you of all people do
something so out of character?
It was her decision.
She chose her own path.
What about her family?
She doesn't have any.
She's an orphan.
I figured.
She's much more interesting
than she looks.
Her superiors and coworkers
were being turned
into ghouls right and left
in her town of death.
A vampire was trying
to r*pe and k*ll her.
It was a hell like the bottom
of a witch's cauldron.
And what did she do?
What did she choose?
Giving up is what kills people.
Those who refuse to give up are
entitled to trample upon humanity.
Now all she needs to do
is drink blood, right?
She'll drink.
She'll definitely drink.
Why don't you drink blood?
You're not human anymore.
You're a vampire, Seras.
But, um, it's just...
Integra!
I cut my finger.
I don't want it to get infected.
Please, lick it for me.
But, um...
Lick it. That's an order.
Seras, whatever you do, don't bite.
It's genuine,
100 percent pure virgin blood.
You feel any better?
Uh, but...
...thank you.
Prepare your gear and
standby for action.
We've lost contact with our aircraft
carrier Eagle off the coast of Wales.
It's probably them.
Y-Yes, sir!
We're leaking information
to them like a sieve.
I've already been att*cked by
their vampire faithful four times.
They have informants
all across the world.
Over there, in Britain, in the Vatican.
They probably even had
one at the round table.
They are the scum of the earth.
The question is, what are
these vampires going to do?
They have their sights set on England.
It's turned out just
as you planned, Maxwell.
You must be overjoyed.
Part of me is.
But the other part is
extremely unhappy.
Then why didn't you argue back
when he said our God was mad?!
They're not the least
bit interested in us.
They're completely absorbed
with Hellsing and Arucard.
In which case,
actions speak louder than words.
When the time is right,
we'll clobber them from the side.
Yes.
When all is said and done,
we'll be the ones standing
in the ring with our fists raised.
His Holiness, the Pope,
issued a mobilization order some time ago.
He's transferred the Knights of Malta,
the Knights of St. Steven,
the m*llitary Order of Calatrava la Nueva,
the Brotherhood of the Cruciform Sword,
and the Swiss Company
headquarters to here.
The Vatican's Administration of
Holy Relics 3rd Division, Mathew,
has also gone into action.
Specialized anti-vampire tactical
arms are also being prepared.
It's just like a Crusade.
Yes. That's exactly right.
Only the enemy isn't Allah.
This time the enemy is the god of w*r...
...Mars!
Very well.
Castle after castle...
...town after town...
...we'll heap their corpses
on top of each other!
You are our Tr*mp card, Anderson.
Return to base by whatever
means you see fit.
All right.
In the name of the Father
and the Holy Spirit.
Amen!
Mars!
Mars!
Mars.
All right, you bastards.
Have a taste of our divine punishment.
36 hours, 15 minutes more.
Oh, I can hardly wait.
I can hardly wait.
We've had no communication
with Eagle for 18 hours.
She's in the Atlantic, resting 300
kilometers off the coast of Pawling.
She's flying that symbol of madness.
Millennium.
The situation is moving outside
the Royal Navy's sphere.
What's the status?
- Tell her.
- Yes.
She's not responding whatsoever.
There's been no reply to
any of our communications.
However, a satellite photo has confirmed...
...that there is a person
on deck holding a parasol.
Two SAS platoons are currently
approaching via helicopter...
...in order to check out the situation
and bring things under control.
General...
What is it?
Cancel the operation and order
them to return immediately.
Otherwise they'll be completely wiped out.
The helicopters have been sh*t down!
By weapons on board the carrier?!
No.
It was a single musket sh*t.
That's absurd!
We'll get confirmation immediately.
What are you going to do, Integra?
We've received direct orders
from her Royal Highness.
We've determined that these incidents
are the work of vampires
and will be taking independent action.
- What the...?!
- What?
You heard me, Sir Penwood.
Right.
Very well, Integra.
You and Hellsing are free to act.
Yes.
They aren't attacking us themselves...
...but if we draw near,
they fire the w*apon.
It's textbook.
They're trying to lure us in.
But we can't just call it a ghost ship
and leave it at that.
It's too dark and menacing.
For vampires,
the sea is the lowest pit of hell.
They may be locked in the situation,
but so are we.
How do we get Arucard and Seras
onto that floating fortress?
A large ship?
No. It would take too long.
We can't count on them
to stay put forever.
What about a small high-speed craft?
No.
They have high caliber
anti-aircraft and Gatling g*ns.
It's hard to imagine it
standing up to a hail of b*ll*ts.
What about dropping them in
from directly above?
No. With the anti-aircraft missiles
they have on board,
we couldn't even get close,
let alone directly above.
We could use an airplane
with lots of decoy chaff.
No.
Even if we fooled the missiles,
they still have their magic b*llet.
The bottom line is...
...despite their hail of missiles
and magic b*ll*ts...
...you need to get me standing
on top of that deck.
We're asking the impossible.
No, there is an aircraft
that's up to the task.
It's probably the only one
of its kind in the world.
♪ My son ♪
♪ take heart ♪
♪ thou shalt not thus despair ♪
♪ Now or over valley and mountain ♪
♪ Tomorrow we meet with the day ♪
♪ The noble deer as he roveth ♪
- What's she singing?
- ♪ The noble deer as he roveth ♪
- It's from Carl Maria Von Weber's...
- ♪ The eagle bold, as he moveth ♪
- Der Freischütz.
- ♪ The eagle bold, as he moveth ♪
♪ Our r*fles shall give us for prey ♪
♪ shall give us for prey
shall give us for prey ♪
What's happening?
What?
He's... He's coming!
We've got something on the radar!
It's approaching us.
My god...
It's traveling at Mach 2.8.
Altitude is 85,000!
85,000? That's ridiculous!
It's a reconnaissance craft. SR71.
He's coming!
First Lieutenant, what's coming?
It's him!
It's him!
The voice of madness is coming!
Raising the stench of death
as he clenches the reins...
...heading straight for us
with his black iron horses in tow!
Enemy aircraft now diving!
My god...
He's trying to ram us?!
Blast the engine!
Move her out of the way!
Put up a barrage of anti-aircraft!
Hurry! Hurry!
I hear a voice from over there...
I hear a voice calling me...
Unleash Cromwell, numbers 3, 2, and 1.
You will soon lose the light of day.
Fate has driven you.
Goodbye...
My spirit trembles...
First Lieutenant, do you know how
Der Freischütz ends?
Kaspar, who has trifled
with the Black Ranger, Zamiel,
is whisked away to hell by Zamiel...
...and his corpse is thrown
into the bottom of a ravine.
Prepare yourself, First Lieutenant.
Zamiel is descending upon you as well.
Those who impersonate the dead...
...shall join their ranks!
First Lieutenant!
It's almost time for the order!
We have to hold out until then!
You g*dd*mn monster!
sh**t him! sh**t him!
The grenades! Throw the grenades!
What the hell?
What the hell are you?!
Prepare yourself, First Lieutenant.
What will you do in the face of Zamiel?
What will...
...you do, Rip Van Winkle?
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor...
My b*llet punishes all without distinction!
Die!
Die! Die!
Die! Die!
Die and go to hell!
I caught it.
Rip Van Winkle...
...I've caught you.
Well done, First Lieutenant.
The operation was a success.
No matter how many stones
you cast upon the water's surface...
No matter how much you stomp
upon the shadow...
The water's surface and
the shadow never go away.
That is how it is.
That is the river of death.
Life and death,
it's all just one big hoax.
Immortal, invincible,
undefeated, and almighty.
It's ludicrous.
But we will overthrow him.
Through your sacrifice,
we will overthrow Arucard.
Don't.
She's performed her mission perfectly.
Absolutely perfectly.
I won't allow her to be cremated.
Y-Yes, sir.
Achtung.
Farewell.
I'll see you in Valhalla, First Lieutenant.
Farewell.
- Farewell.
- Farewell.
See you later, Rip Van.
Sieg Heil!
Are you having fun, Arucard?
w*r is fun.
Sing the victory hymn, Arucard.
And then watch.
I can see it.
I can see it clearly from
behind my spectacles.
The city's lights... Its steeples...
Hear the victory hymn, Arucard.
And watch the collapse
of the British Empire!
My friends, I like w*r...
My friends, I like w*r.
My friends, I love w*r.
I like wars of extermination.
I like lightning warfare.
I like bruising slugfests.
I like defensive wars.
I like siege warfare.
I like smashing through enemy lines.
I like falling back.
I like mopping-up operations.
I like withdrawals.
Wars on prairies, in streets,
in trenches, on grasslands...
on tundra, in deserts, on the sea,
in the air, in the mud, in swamps...
I love every possible act of warfare
that occurs on the face of the earth.
I like blasting the enemy to smithereens
with a*tillery salvos that thunder
across the line of battle.
My heart leaps whenever an enemy
soldier is tossed high into the air
and cut to pieces by
a few well placed sh*ts!
I like it when a t*nk operator
uses a Tiegel Acht-acht to
obliterate enemy tanks.
It felt good whenever
an enemy soldier who screamed
as he fled from a blazing t*nk
was mowed down by a machine g*n.
I like it when rows of infantry
with the tips of their bayonets all lined up
trample upon enemy lines.
It plucks my heart strings
to see panicked fresh recruits
stabbing dead enemy soldiers
over and over again.
The sight of despairing
deserters being strung up
from a street lamp is
a pleasure I can't resist.
There's nothing better than
lowering down my palm and
seeing screaming prisoners
of w*r drop like flies
as they're mowed down
by ear-piercing Schmeissers.
When the pitiful resistance fighters
make their brave stand only to
have their entire city smashed to atoms
by Dora's 4.8 ton bombshells...
I'm simply in ecstasy!
I like being ravaged by
Russian armored divisions.
It's so sad to see towns that were
supposed to be defended at all costs
being laid to waste...
...their women and children
being r*ped and k*lled.
I like being squashed and exterminated
by Anglo-American material superiority.
Crawling around on the ground like vermin
while being hounded by Jabos
is the ultimate humiliation.
My friends, I want w*r...
...hellish w*r.
My friends...
My brothers in arms who serve me...
What do you want?
Do you want further w*r?
Do you want a merciless, sh*t-like w*r?
A w*r that unleashes
all of nature's fury?
A w*r like a tempest that kills
all the ravens upon this earth?
Krieg! Krieg! [w*r]
Then w*r it is.
We are a clenched fist...
...about to be lowered with all its might.
But after enduring over
half a century in the darkness...
...for us, a simple, ordinary w*r
is no longer sufficient.
We need a massive w*r.
A massive all out w*r!
We are but a single battalion.
The remnants of a defeated army
numbering less than a thousand.
However, I believe that
each of you old warriors
is equal to a thousand of their men.
Which means together, including myself,
we form an army of
one million and one men.
Let's wake them up...
The ones who sent us into oblivion
and who now lie fast asleep.
Let's drag them down by their hair,
open their eyes, and remind them.
Remind them of what
it feels like to live in fear.
Remind them of the sound
of our combat boots!
Remind them that
between heaven and hell
there are things they
never thought imaginable.
It's Europe! The light of Europe!
Our Kampfgruppe of a thousand vampires
is going to turn this world to ash.
Yes.
That is the light of Europe
we've been longing for.
I've brought you back
to our old b*ttlefield...
...just as I promised.
To our dear beloved w*r!
Major! Acting Major!
Battalion Commander!
Major! Acting Major...!
At last the sea lion has crossed
the ocean and is heading up the hill.
To all members of the Millennium Battalion,
this is an order from your commander.
My friends...
...we're going to give them hell.
"At last, the sea lion has reached Tokyo Big Sight"
"At last, the sea lion has reached Tokyo Big Sight"
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02x04 - Hellsing Ultimate, Vol. 4
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An organisation dealing with supernatural threats dispatches the powerful vampire Alucard and Seras, a woman who was until recently human, to battle vampires and the undead.
An organisation dealing with supernatural threats dispatches the powerful vampire Alucard and Seras, a woman who was until recently human, to battle vampires and the undead.