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They're really letting loose.
My master, and my servant, that is.
Both here and there, everything is being reset!
Come, let's start afresh!
We're about to reach the climax.
It's Hellsing's turn now.
I've been waiting so long for this.
Are you my death?
Our deaths?
They're all dying with a smile on their face.
But of course. That's why they came here.
If you want to die so much...
If you want to die so badly,
hang a rope and stick your neck in it!
You should have hung yourselves 50 years ago!
That just wouldn't do, my dear Fräuleins.
Simply dying wouldn't satisfy us at all.
No, we've sunk far too low for just that.
Humanity has deemed our existence unnecessary.
Humanity is trying to rid us from its collective memory.
But we are still necessary to ourselves.
And a simplistic death would not suit us.
That would simply be unbearable.
We need something more, something greater, in order for us to die.
Greater, much greater!
That is why we've come here.
It is the reason for our presence!
Because there must still be something greater.
There must still be battlefields to fight on!
There must still be enemies yet to fight!
The world is vast!
Filled with unseen dangers and wonder!
Overflowing with strife and the smell of gunpowder!
I am positive beyond a doubt that a battlefield worthy of sustaining our fervor
must exist somewhere in this world!
For us to die, we need something more!
Something more is required!
Otherwise, we must endlessly march on.
Just to die!
Therefore, you are precious.
You are worthy.
You are wonderful!
Royal Order of Protestant Knights: HELLSING!
You make it worth our while to die,
because you are worth our while to kill.
Lady Integra, please go on ahead.
Seras!
Hurry! Go to the Major!
That man... that man must not be allowed to say anything more!
Not a single word!
Don't die.
I will not permit it, Seras.
I absolutely will not permit it.
Aren't you an honest lapdog?
Much obliged.
You placed a very foolish bet, Walter.
Soon, all your cards will burn and crumble away, too.
My master will kill your master.
My comrades will kill your comrades.
And I'm going to kill you.
What a cruel end for you.
I have absolutely no interest in playing along with this match you bet your life on!
You're just a traitor.
A mere traitor.
Not once in my life have I forgiven even a single traitor.
Did you think that I would waste my time by fighting you fair and square?
Nay, your death shall be quick.
Besides, I'm hungry.
My, I don't know if even I can consume all of this.
Everything has turned out as you wished, Major.
Yes, everything has gone as I desired it.
He has begun to erect the castle walls again.
It's my victory.
I have never thought of him as a person, even from the beginning.
Actually, I didn't even think of him as a vampire.
In truth, he is a castle—a mobile territory.
He is a river of death, a body of corpses commanded by a tyrant's will.
How can I defeat him?
What must be done to slay him?
I have pondered upon this in both my sleep and my waking hours.
Because this is my only means of waging war.
War... Yes, it's war!
A war between the two of us.
I must fight with all my heart and soul.
What do I have?
What does he have?
He transforms himself, employs familiars, wields power, manipulates minds,
regenerates his body, drinks the blood of others, and uses their lives to sustain his own.
That is he.
I, however, have nothing.
Simply because I am human.
I'm sure it would be nice to be a vampire.
To live an immortal, unlimited life.
To be able to fight endlessly, infinitely—it must be sheer bliss.
But I cannot do that.
I will never do that.
You only deserve a bullet's death!
Get out of the way!
Make me!
Comrades!
This is victory!
Huzzah!
Immortality is wonderful.
And power is dazzling.
The life of souls which is absorbed by the currency of blood.
Go away!
My heart, my soul, and my life are mine alone!
Combining those with other lives into a fusion of existences, and a synthesis of minds—
that is the true nature of a vampire.
How wonderful.
It must be delightful.
It must be bliss.
But I'm afraid I won't have it.
I refuse to take any part in it.
What's mine is mine.
Every last strand of my hair, down to the last drop of blood.
It is mine.
It is mine.
It is mine!
I'm jealous, you know.
You are bright and beautiful.
That's why I treasure you, and that's why I despise you!
And that is precisely why you are my enemy.
Why you're worthy to be my enemy.
I had finally found my arch nemesis.
An arch nemesis for my war.
And so we began preparing for this war, without cease.
For 50 whole years.
Everything we have done has been in preparation for this moment.
The Last Battalion,
the army of the Ninth Crusade,
Anderson, the Werewolves,
Walter, and everything else—
all that we have done in the past 50 years was for this moment.
The moment when Alucard would release Level Zero,
and thereby release all the lives within him.
The moment when he stands alone in his castle.
Would then Anderson defeat him?
Would then Walter defeat him?
I think not.
Even alone, he is a fearful vampire.
100 years ago, he invaded London all by himself.
500 years ago, he fought the entire Ottoman Empire all by himself.
And if he begins to drink blood once more,
all will be destroyed.
What a charlatan.
He cheats both life and death!
And now we are in the thick of it!
How can I go about slaying such an insane king?
Should I trample over the multitude of enemies,
endlessly breaking their lines, and take his head?
I should think not.
At some point, he will suck blood again.
After all, he's a king with a taste for banquets.
But his greatest weapon is also his greatest weakness.
In every age, an arrogant tyrant will find himself gulping down poisoned drink.
I can't...
He's too strong.
It's no use.
No use...
Come on. You serious?
That's not like you.
Stand up.
The woman I knew was more stubborn than this.
What a hopeless little girl.
Don't space out, you idiot.
Now that you've woken up, let's go, little lady!
Go get 'em.
Let's take him out together!
Don't be so picky!
Aim for something you can hit!
I got him!
Not yet you don't!
Christ! He's a real beast.
It's as if he's an honest-to-God wolf-man.
A werewolf?
A gold tooth?
Teeth fillings?
Then, this is all...
I suppose so.
This must be what the SS stole from the people of Europe 50 years ago.
These scattered gold ingots, banknotes, watches... all of it.
Even that filling must have been pulled out of the mouth of some poor soul
condemned to a concentration camp.
That's the kind of guys they are.
Not even fit to be called an army.
Just a gang of privileged killers!
To me, they're nothing but shit.
Invincible Army? Knights of Steel?
Don't give me that.
A silver tooth?
This is...
What a nice puppy.
He's asking you to kill him with that.
That means... he purposely lured me here?
I see now.
This war dog wants to die.
Let's perform his last rites, then!
If he's a war dog, what does that make you?
Heh, you've got a point.
Also, please don't smoke inside me.
He's coming!
Hold your ground! Let him hit you!
Right!
Go! Go!
Take him down!
When he's attacking, he's flesh and blood!
Not yet!
I'm not done yet!
He saw it coming!
It doesn't matter.
Yeah, let's go.
Hell yeah, get 'im!
I'fe gotcher now!
Hey mister wolf-man,
this is the payback of somebody from 50 years ago.
Take it.
It's because you touched another man's woman.
Oh, looks like you've lost your collar, too.
Sayonara, war dog.
It's as if... as if he were a child having a pleasant dream.
Yes, surely today, tonight, this evening...
Surely this is the night in which their dearest dreams will be fulfilled.
Mr. Bernadotte...
Yeah, you're right.
Let's go and end it all.
No dream lasts forever.
Go!
Major!
Oh!
I'm most pleased to finally have the honor of meeting you in person.
Unfortunately, you can't kill me with that gun.
Just consider it the prudence of a leader.
I was worried you might be late for this performance.
I'm so glad you arrived in time.
This show is one night only, you see.
I should be watching it from the best seats in the house with a pretty lady at my side.
Don't fuck with me!
Sit back and enjoy the show.
This is a play that is performed for only one night every hundred years.
A story not told since 1898!
Because Alucard the Nosferatu is going to disappear.
What?!
I love all-you-can-eat.
Shall we begin, Walter?
Not yet.
My score with you isn't settled yet.
It's not finished!
Major, stop it!
Make him stop, Major!
No, it's settled.
You're too late!
It's too late for anything now.
You're too late, idiot!
It's all too late.
You cannot win against that now.
Your chances have dropped infinitely close to zero.
You've wasted the opportunity I gave you.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—one of the only two chances to physically overthrow Alucard.
This was but the second chance since 1898.
The thousand-man Last Battalion, a mobile assault group of vampires,
The 3000-man mobilized aerial unit of the Ninth Crusade,
and Iscariot,
and the Werewolves,
and Anderson,
and half of your lifetime.
The one moment created by sacrificing them all.
That sole instant where it was possible to kill Alucard.
And even then your thread did not reach him.
That's as far as you made it.
How many lives does Alucard have now?
A million? Two million?
It's no longer possible for you to win.
Your life has been completely wasted.
Don't space out, boy.
Keep going.
You only have to kill me tens of thousands more times.
Even Anderson couldn't beat me.
Whether you've been plotting this for 50 or 500 years,
there's no way a pale-faced brat like you could beat me.
You lose, Alucard.
I've won.
You've lost, Alucard!
Lost? What are you talking about?
Me?
Lose?
Me? Lose?
Are you saying you'll defeat me,
Professor Helsing?
I will never lose.
It is not possible.
Never.
What's this?
What am I seeing?
What is this sight?
What is this scenery?
Oh, of course.
I see now.
That's right.
This is the light of day I saw back then.
This is always what I saw when I died.
And how many times have I pondered anew...
of how the sun's light could be so beautiful?
"Out, out, brief candle!"
"Life's but a walking shadow."
What?!
What's happening?
What did you do?!
Everything!
He sucked in the life of Warrant Officer Schrödinger.
That, of course, means he absorbed Schrödinger's nature.
He is a Schrödinger's Cat with a will of its own, able to observe itself.
He is a Cheshire cat with a slippery existence that jumps around in a world of probabilities.
As long as he recognizes his own existence, he is both everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
But now he has melted among tens of thousands of lives and consciousnesses.
He can no longer be aware of his own existence.
So, what will happen?
He is no longer anywhere.
He is neither alive nor dead.
Now Alucard is nothing more than a compilation of imaginary numbers.
Alucard!
Don't close your eyes!
Open your eyes!
Alucard!
That's an order, Alucard.
Don't disappear!
No, this is goodbye,
Integra.
Alucard!
I gave him everything I had,
and he lost everything he was.
I have lived for this day.
I have lived for just this single moment.
In my war where I lost every battle,
for the first time, I've won.
Bastard...
You bastard!
I see.
It's a nice feeling.
So this... is victory.
So, it is you two after all.
It is you... who will kill me.
He's dead, he's dead!
He's gone.
Gone...
Dammit!
Is this what I wanted?
Is this it?
Is it?!
Die, die! Jus' drop dead!
You shoulf die for what you did.
So I'll kill you!
That's right.
This is my end.
An end befitting a traitor.
I'll die without a fuss.
Vampireth? Come on.
A god o' death? No way.
I'll kill you wit' ease!
Shoot me more.
Shoot me!
Yeah! Yeah!
I'll shootcha till you bleed lead!
Die! Die!
Yeah, I'll shootcha!
I will!
I'll shoot the fuck out of ya!
You can shoot me.
But...
You don't get to be the one who kills me.
Wait!
Wait!
Wait! Wait!
I'll kill you!
I'll kill... I'll kill... I'll kill...
I'll kill... I'll kill you!
I have... to go.
My, it's nice to meet you, Fräulein.
I knew it all along.
Yes, it will be you two.
The one to defeat me will not be Alucard.
Since it is I who defeated Alucard.
My arch nemesis is Alucard,
and your arch nemesis is now me.
Now, come!
Your enemy lies straight ahead!
He is standing right here!
You are there,
and I am here.
Right here.
Seras,
shoot.
Shoot. Shoot!
Search and destroy!
Search and destroy!
Doc, you built this too well.
Oh my, an 88 mm!
That's fantastic!
I love it!
It's over, Major.
It would... seem so.
Oh, not quite yet.
That's...
Is that what you are, Major?
Yes.
This is me.
A machine?!
Please don't be so rude, miss.
I am properly human.
A monster...
You're a freak.
Wrong.
I am human.
There is only one thing that makes us human.
It's our will.
Living by using blood as the currency of the soul,
and absorbing others in order to sustain one's own life...
That's how pitiful monsters like Alucard must live.
Don't lump me together with such frail existences.
As long as I have my own will,
even if all I am is a brain floating in culture fluid in a glass jar...
Even if all I am is a memory chip stored in a giant computer...
I will remain human.
A human is a living being with a soul, a heart, and a will.
Even if he smiles at you with the body of a young girl,
and even if he sentimentally kneels before you in the body of a scarred warrior,
he is still a monster.
That is why I hate him from the bottom of my heart.
I will not acknowledge the vampire Alucard!
He is a monster who appears human,
and I am a human who appears to be a monster, I suppose.
I am still myself.
This, and that.
Me, and you. "We are different."
That has been the essence of all the wars in this world,
ever since humans were born into it.
You know that we are different, too.
We've long since declared war on each other.
Now, let us wage it.
I hit my target for the first time!
Ah, this is good.
A good war.
It was a good war.
Die.
You must die.
Was it really a good war, Major?
This doesn't even deserve to be called a war.
It was just the logical conclusion to your drawn-out death that began 60 years ago.
You had to die.
It's absolute retribution.
No matter how strongly you allege to be human,
there is no longer a shred of humanity within you.
You are a true monster.
It's always the humans who defeat the monsters.
And the monsters are defeated by the humans.
It's because only humans can focus on the goal of "defeating" something.
It's not for the joy of fighting.
It's because of the duty they must fulfill.
You are not human.
And that's why he will return!
Is this the end?
No, it's not.
It can't be.
Technology fuels and pushes forward the sciences.
Research will go on to greater heights!
No, no! Research has already made great progress!
What should I do?
What should I do?!
What... what...
Not yet.
I haven't reached it yet.
What am I doing wrong?
What is it that I am lacking?
Yes.
One day, one day,
it'll be spread across the entire world,
without leaving anyone behind!
A miraculous science...
A scientific miracle...
Where do you think you're going, Grand Professor?
That's no good, Doc.
You have to know when to give up.
Walter.
The last of the last of the Nazis.
It doesn't even make for a good joke.
You... damned failure!
You're a fine failure yourself, Doc.
You, and everything you've made,
including me.
This farce is over now.
The actors must leave the stage.
Isn't that right,
Grand Professor?
A farce? A farce, you say?
How dare you say that?!
How dare a defective product talk back to me?!
A one-night, single-act comedy.
This war, and this world too.
In that... In all that, all I wanted was to play the best part I could.
What an awful end.
It's just as Alucard said. How disgraceful.
A defective product like you...
A failed attempt like you...
is mocking us?!
As if I could let the likes of you dismiss my research as a farce!
As if I could permit the Major's battalion to be laughed at!
By the likes of you?!
By trash like you?!
Theories will develop!
Research will advance!
Science will be put into practice,
and progress without pause!
And one day, I'll reach this!
One day, I'll surpass Alucard!
Don't say something so stupid.
You, me, and the rest will all die.
All defective products break down.
Silence!
Mina Harker.
Of course.
So she was your instruction manual.
Alucard.
The only one who drank Dracula's blood and had her blood drunk by him.
The beginning of everything.
When Helsing defeated Dracula,
she supposedly returned to being human.
But Alucard didn't die!
Inside of her, he survived.
Inside of her, he survived.
No matter what happened to her,
deep inside her, his blood still remained.
The blood of the vampire which could not be affected
by the Blessed Sacrament, holy water, or a cross.
That is why you people started with her.
"Alucard's Echo."
That is why you dug her up.
You left her already ruined corpse in even more ruin.
In effect, all you've done is create bootleg copies.
If that isn't a farce, then what is?
Poor Mina.
Let it all go away.
It's time to depart.
For all of you, and for me.
At Pinball!
Well, damn.
I wanted to win.
Against him, that is.
This is farewell,
my Lady.
Walter!
Walter has left us.
Just now.
I see.
Let's go.
Let's go, Seras.
To our home.
Fly!
The Anglo-American Bioterrorism Incident—
also referred to as "The Airship Affair".
Report #17.
Casualties:
Americans, including the entire presidential cabinet: 64,300.
British: 3,718,917.
Isn't today sword practice?
Don't you have to go?
Yes. I'll wait a while longer and then go over.
Even if that incident which occurred 30 years ago happened again,
my job would be to resolve it without the use of weapons.
Irons, when you make that face, you really look like your great-grandfather.
Halt!
The match is settled!
Lady Integra wins!
Splendid, splendid.
Your skills have not faded in the slightest.
Section 13 agents?
You were supposed to wait in the reception room.
Well, you see, waiting around doesn't exactly suit us.
And we waited quite a while, but nobody even gave us a cup of tea.
We grew a bit tired of it.
I can't have you walking around as you please.
Please return.
Yes, very well.
Let's return, then.
Chief Makube?
Their internal security is full of holes, as usual.
We could win now.
Child. You mus' be blind.
Huh?
Ow!
Hey, that hurt!
What're you trying to do?
What was that?
It's Seras Victoria's shadow.
It's been enveloping the entire mansion, us along with it.
But, 'n exchange for me an' the Chief,
we coul' take haf o' the roun' table.
No.
Not yet!
We've lost too much.
The Vatican lost too much power after the Ninth Crusade.
It is no matter. We can wait.
We've waited 500 years.
What's another 100 or 200?
The Tenth Crusade will be successful.
That's all for today.
You are dismissed.
Good work, Sir Penwood.
Y-Yes, ma'am.
Your swordsmanship is good.
You've improved.
No, I still have much to learn.
Thank you.
Um, my grandpa...
I mean, did my grandfather learn fencing also?
Your grandfather...
sliced and diced through all of the approaching Nazi troops.
He was a man without peer in Britain.
He cut up enemy after enemy, slicing them neatly in half.
Finally, he fastened bombs all over his body,
and blew up all the enemy airships, or so I've heard.
He's a guardian angel of Britain.
My left eye is the result of one of his magnificent sword techniques.
That's not true, is it?
It is true.
It really is true.
It's true.
It's true, so please give me money for a new helicopter.
Another one?
Please.
Y-Yes, ma'am.
I'm counting on you!
You're so cruel!
That's pretty tough on him.
Him and his whole family.
Isn't that a mafia technique you used?
It's fine.
He must learn suffering.
From now on, he'll have to experience it quite a bit.
When I die, so will HELLSING.
When that happens, he and the rest will have to shoulder the burden.
Thereafter, a state-controlled national agency will take on that mission.
That is how it should be.
This is not an era where one family should control an agency.
Besides, I'm getting a bit tired.
Huh? You don't appear to be.
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Short of breath
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Sagging
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Forgetfulness
Heave-ho
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Forgetfulness
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
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Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Forgetfulness
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Sagging
Forgetfulness
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Short of breath
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Stairs are hard
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Aging
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Heave-ho
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
Short of breath
Presbyopia
Wrinkles
Wrinkles
Sagging
Stairs are hard
Fatigue
Forgetfulness
Aging
Heave-ho
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Presbyopia
And when I looked at the wrinkles, what happened next?
I thought of Walter.
Fight on, my Lady!
Huh?
Hey, don't get too depressed over there.
Is it really all that bad?
Can't you get over it?
Please don't start talking about dying.
I could always suck your blood...
See, look, I'm imitating Master–
Hey, you didn't need to kick me!
Then don't joke like that!
You'll never get wrinkles!
Besides, what the hell is Alucard doing?
Even after all this time, he hasn't come back!
You said he would!
He'll come back.
I can tell.
Because my blood's being sucked out of me.
So you say, but it's been 30 years.
30 years!
It's fine for you because you're a vampire...
Yup, I won't get wrinkles!
You're a bad girl!
Did you just say that?
Did you really just say that?
I'm sorry!
Truly sorry!
Super truly sorry!
What's going on, Master?
What a rough welcome.
And as noisy as always.
Master!
This is a very late homecoming, Alucard.
What were you doing?
I was killing.
Killing the lives inside of me.
Three million, four hundred twenty-four thousand, eight hundred sixty-seven of them.
I kept killing until only one was left.
And that is the me before you now.
Now, I can be nowhere and everywhere.
That is why I'm here.
You're late.
Too late.
So late, Alucard.
I'm sorry.
Did you want to suck my blood?
Yes, that's right.
I haven't eaten anything for 30 years.
I'm hungry.
I'm an old lady now, you know.
I...
That's fine by me.
Welcome back, Count.
I'm finally home, Countess.