Hey.
Wake up you louse.
Wake up already.
Can you give me a cigarette?
Cigarette?
What the hell do you want?
These aren't for little punks like you.
H-Hey!
These taste like absolute shit.
American Spirits,
made my Yankees.
In war, you take what you can.
Smokin' shitty Yankee cigarettes.
In a shitty Yankee bomber...
Sending monsters to do their fighting, so much for an honorable war.
Great Britain used to run the world right. They sure pissed that away.
Isn't that right?
Alucard?
What do you mean a Vampire Production Plant?!
What's this about?
Impossible!
Is that even possible? It seems utterly absurd!
Yes, it does.
It couldn't be accomplished easily.
Um... then?
Regardless,
even a hasty production,
could be troublesome.
What exactly does that mean?!
Ghouls.
Intelligence has informed us that we face elite paranormal scientists.
Their efforts have made scientific impossibilities... possible.
So... Ghouls?
What are Ghouls?!
Simply put, a vampire's disowned victims, that become Living Dead.
That's what they are.
Similar to Voodoo, enhancements or zombies.
While their monstrous strength is impressive.
They lack in speed and intellect.
Neutralizing a few at a time is no feat.
The problem arises,
if the Nazis begin to employ these creatures in their plans.
Imagine a large stronghold of them in combat.
Ghouls may be degenerated, but they're still monsters.
Only a strike to the head or heart will kill them.
Furthermore, a victim of a Ghoul, will become a Ghoul.
There numbers...
are infinite.
1 becomes 2...
2 will become 4...
4 soon becomes 8...
8 becomes 16...
32 becomes 64...
64 becomes 128...
128 becomes 256...
256 becomes 512...
512 becomes 1024...
1024 becomes 2048...
2048 becomes 4096!
You see how quickly the geometric sequence escalates.
More, more, more and more!
Our front lines would collapse
and the battlefield would be Hell!
We have confirmation that Germany's Battalion, Company B is mobilizing
with intent to use offensive force.
Now, if what you're saying is correct and the enemy deploys real monsters,
our company in Dunkirk would be lost and the rest of our forces would follow.
However,
we don't have the manpower nor the will to fight another battle like that in Normandy.
Our best action may be diplomacy.
We have to take charge of this war, because if we don't,
it could be just like June 22nd, 1940.
That will not happen.
We'll destroy those demons where they stand!
We'll completely crush them!
This is our true purpose for our organization, Royal Order of Protestant Knights, Hellsing
I've already initiated necessary preparations and
dispatched the most qualified man for the mission.
This man was born to bury the dead.
He... He's just... He's just a child, isn't he?
Even so, he's our expert on Demonology.
An amazing human,
without a doubt.
His name?
Walter.
Walter C. Dornez.
Codename:
The Angel of Death, Walter.
Where's the Major?
He's on his way. Should be arriving shortly, sir.
Is that so?
I wonder if I'll receive a commendation for all my hard work once he sees the results.
Without a doubt.
He's bound to be very pleased indeed.
You think so?
I suppose you're right.
I think we've really outperformed ourselves this time.
What about the Russian in cell 41?
Most outstanding, plus what's incredible is he's still alive.
The patient withstands a full body sarcoma. The infected tissue obscures his lineaments.
The patient is showing an accelerated metabolism and regenerative cellular regrowth.
Excellent.
The patient has surpassed mortality!
Incredible!
Why don't they die?
Pure survival instinct.
The Demon.
The Vampire.
What a sublime mystery!
That infernal Allied Resistance still haven't been taken care of?
How distasteful.
Do you think we'll be safe here?
I've heard rumors that the Soviets have already
reached the other side of the river and are still coming.
Once our efforts here come to realization.
The Major shall burn them all to the ground.
You're late, Doc.
Your work is quite magnificent, so you're forgiven.
I-I apologize.
I wasn't expecting you to arrive so early, Major.
Our Section Leader in Berlin is eager to see the results of our labors.
So Doc,
the time is at hand to complete our projects and take control of this war.
I will not allow the closing curtain for this war to be cast just yet.
I enjoy this too much.
I cannot allow it to end so abruptly.
Ah, I see it.
Alright solider, this is our stop.
Bye bye.
H-Hey.
A parachute! A parachute!
Don't need one.
Alright,
let's go.
Alucard.
W-Wait.
As an adult, I have to say
I'm ashamed to admit I can't do anything to help a young kid out.
But sorry...
it's your burden!
Roger that!
Major, sir!
I am the Angel of Death!
And we are Hellsing!
Beware enemies of the world!
I'll defeat you!