One of the best things about Kohta Hirano's sexy apocalypse of
warring vampires, Nazis, Catholics, werewolves, and Australian
mercenaries is that all the way up to, and possibly through this
final volume, we don't know who's going to win. The streets
of London are awash in blood, a zeppelin descends a la Hindenburg,
and six of our favorite characters are locked in face-off fights.
It's possible that no one will come away from this crescendo
"alive." Of course, we're not sure who's alive or
undead at this point. But what's most certain is that London
needs babies, because there isn't a civilian soul left alive in
this battle to the undeath. Alas, Hellsing, we knew you well.
