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Bruttenholm pulled a flask of holy water from his coat, splashing it across the eyes of a construct that lunged for him. The water hissed, disrupting the magic binding the gears just long enough for him to scramble away.

The entity shrieked, trying to hold onto the solid ground, but the magic was absolute. "This is not the end! The Golden Army sleeps, but it does not die! Men will fade, but gold remains!" hellboy and the golden army

"Accurate," Bruttenholm muttered. "The McDonoughs were once wardens. Guardians of a terrible secret. And now, the secret wants to come out." Bruttenholm pulled a flask of holy water from

"And they will," McDonough wept. "The wall has cracked. I can hear the ticking. Like a heart beating deep in the stone." "This is not the end

"It’s coming from the basement," Hellboy growled. He drew his sidearm—a modified service revolver—and moved toward the door with a surprising grace for a child of stone.