Nothing gets Alucard's rage pumping like a low-class freak calling his Master a bitch. He's not going to stop and asked to repeat what they said. They're the mince meat of the Millennium army. Auras of darkness formed around his body and become thickening taking a shape of a Hellhound, Baskerville. He charged forward in battle without a moment's hesitation.

Usually, Alucard would let the enemy strike the first blow and pierce his body with their blades and bullets, but he was too enraged that his Master was insulted. Removing their helmets is a big mistake. Before they even stepped close to his Master, Alucard's quick feet was close enough to shove the tips of his guns into their mouths and pull the trigger to blow them their brains and their skulls apart. His bullets are made of silver, blessed by the church, each rounds have explosive mercury tips.