Hellsing Ultimate Volumes 1-10 in a nutshell
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Title says it all, all volumes in a nutshell. You may watch episodes either sub or dub for references for voices. Anyways Let the games begin!
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Alright everyone, it's time for us to open up our handbooks.
He thinks that it is music. The music of the battlefield! The Major...! He's conducting it! The battle is his symphony...and we are his instruments. Great, howling instruments, wailing his cacophonous thoughts! How can anything stand against him?!
The carnage is reaching its crescendo, it's time for Hellsing to take center stage!
Every time I die, this is the vision that greets my eyes. And ever time I think, 'How lovely that a sunlight which I forsook so many centuries ago...'
Even though smiles in the form of a young girl or pulls at your heartstrings in the guise of a weary veteran... so many faces a monster has... and all of them stolen! All of them lies! I despise him. Every cell in my body called for his annihalation! So I destroyed his kingdom and cast him down into the dust! Fitting how it took a man with the trappings of a monster to slay a monster with the trappings of a man.
I'm here on the direct orders from His Holiness. Otherwise I would not bother with you filthy creatures! So just shut up and pay attention, you miserable Englishsow!
England...is guilty! The heathens...are guilty! You are all now sentenced...to your death! Death! Death! Death! DEATH!
Wallachia...it can't be! You consumed them! Your own soldiers! Your own subjects! You're a fiend! A monster! A devil! You...DRACULA!
They're not real people. They're like...zombie bumpkins.
I did what you told me... In return you're going to help me...send these Nazis to Hell!
I’ll make those bastards pay. Every last one of them...will fucking die. I’ll tear them to shreds!
FUCK! Ow! Lemme go! I'm supposed to be on top, bitch!
We highly recommend pissing yourselves, followed by a course of praying to your impotent god. But hey you can be a man and kill yourself. Thank you, London, we love you! Good night!
(Wolf-like growl)
I am here to take your unlife, Mr. Alucard. Millenium has given me the task of bringing you in; well, at least a sample of you, anyway.
Are you ready for another round, Mr. Alucard? I bet they have a special place ready for you...in the deepest pits of hell.
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. We are nothing, but dust and to dust we shall return. Amen.
...You won't be so lucky this time, vampire!
I want nothing more than to be a bayonet; a bayonet wielded by the hand of God. I would have been happy to have been born a storm, or a divine threat; a mighty explosion or even a terrible hurricane. A divine force of nature without a heart or pity. And if this relic can transform me into such a thing... then I am happy to abandon my humanity.
Grh... my body... is starting to give out! I prepared for this... I rebelled knowing this would happen... this was always inevitable.
The show is over, Mina. The curtain's falling, we've taken our bows, it's high time we made our exit.
You've done nothing but show contempt for our treaties. This latest incident with Anderson in Northern Ireland was inexcusable.
Don't you dare question my resolve! I have already given you your marching orders, soldier! You will search and destroy! SEARCH AND DESTROY! Any resistance you encounter is to be CRUSHED! Hellsing does not run from our enemies! Kill them all! I order you to leave nothing but bloody stains in your wake!
My master, it shall be done. As you command.
Those who dare impersonate the dead are judged to join their ranks.
Angel of Death... Weren't you the one who said Englishmen looked forward to growing old?
What was that? Some kind of evil love beam?
Now then, let's go and die like mangy dogs. Let's die while yelling "Fuck, Fuck!" as we take gut shots. As we writhe in agony.
Disgusting, no? It's plunder from when they ransacked Europe half a century ago.
My name is Walter Dornez, butler to the Hellsing family and former master vampire hunter.
I answer to no man's will, but my own. I am myself in mind, body, and soul. I am Walter C. Dornez, the angel of death, and as the dawn light cuts through the darkness, so shall I reap all of your souls in bloody turn.
Yes, I know, And once I have your head on a stick, everyone else will know too. So now I get to kill you and make my wildest dreams come true!
Shut up! You're nothing but the Hellsing family toy! A dog for the Church of England not even fit to call himself a vampire!
Tinker Tinker Sailor Soldier, my bullet punishes all without distinction.
Oh, you're up! I ran out of paint before I could finish, so I had to improvise
Its 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.
You take that panzerfaust...and you launch it straight up their mercenary asses!
God, you're such a weakling. And I was so sure you'd be a challenge. You're trash, like all those men I killed. Now, how to end this? Maybe I should just cut your head off. I've seen what's in there; this is a kindness! Now...die!
You're so slow. In the time it took you to walk down one little hallway, I went all the way to London, got my head blown off, and made it back. Perhaps you should start thinking about going on a diet, mein Major.
What are wwe doing?! How did she rope us all into this?!
Thisis is terrible- Bishop Maxwell's gonna be so angry!
Anderson! What do you think is gonna happen if you fight him?!
Father Anderson, do you think this is wise? Your obedience will be called into doubt.
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