Chapter 89
Face the faceless wreck crowded together and crawling towards him.
Cole takes the last cigarette.
Draw out the long knife.
Spit out the cigarette butts.
next moment, blood flame roar!
Boom!
Silver bullets wrapped in scarlet, spun out of the mouth, shredded the dirty head of the faceless evil corpse.
The long knife is fierce and cruel.
Split, cut, pierce...
The spray of black plasma is like gasoline, and the flames of blood burn violently.
At this moment.
Cole is like a wicked butcher from hell, covered in blood, cutting a path of blood among the hordes of faceless corpses, leading to the door to return to the world.
The long knife rolls the blade.
Sleeve sword broke.
Empty the last silver bullet.
In front of me, Gates of Hell, which has been reduced in half, is separated from the faceless evil corpses stacked on top of each other, yet far away.
Cole has been unable to count how many hell's filthy evil things he has killed.
Formed a barrier of flesh and blood, blocking the faceless wreck in front of him, fierce and unafraid of death, like an insurmountable mountain of terror.
In this empty and silent, heresy temple resembling a barren tomb.
A scene at this time.
It's like the epic myth circulated in the words of Ancient God.
The faceless wreck that rushes to Cole is like a torrent of natural disasters that swallows the world.
Boom——
The sound of the long knife breaking is crisp and harsh.
Cole kicked off the evil thing that came over and took out the pneumatic crossbow.
Pull the trigger.
Blood-flaming crossbow arrows are like hot-red soldering iron pierced into butter, instantly slaughtering a large number of faceless corpses all around.
All the way to the slaughter, the corpses piled up like a mountain behind him.
At this time, it is about fifty meters away from the Gates of Hell.
The sound of system's countdown is still in my ears.
'demon-hunter, you still have one minute. '
Damn it.
Unload the mill to kill the donkey.
'Using the evil of hell to contrast the good of heaven, does not respect heaven, all are heretics. '
This sentence is right.
A group of immoral bastards, and a group of high-sounding bastards who do things.
Now he is stuck in the temple of the heretical god Fula by the faceless corpses that can't be seen at a glance, as if trapped in a mire, every step forward is a luxury.
Activate the ammunition of the crossbow to reclaim the armory.
The last broken long knife left behind after taking out Blade world.
Like a madman.
Slash all the way in the direction of Gates of Hell.
The stumps and broken arms are flying all over the sky, and black plasma is sprayed and burned.
Time is getting tighter.
But the Gates of Hell, who was too late to make it into half size,
Cole scolded his mother madly in his heart.
The start is getting more and more ruthless.
Just when he put on his wings, he couldn't fly into the Gates of Hell.
After hacking the last evil thing around.
The system hint sound suddenly sounded.
'You killed a sufficient number of faceless corpses. '
'Your trait: blood-reeking qi field, completed the first enhancement. '
[blood-reeking qi Field I: Level 1 In the eyes of hell creatures, you are the executioner of hell, and they dare not approach. 】
Cole stands in place with a knife.
The thick black plasma slid down the ground along the sword.
One after another, surrounded all around, the faceless evil corpse could not see the end, as if suffering a huge shock.
Become resolute and dare not step forward.
The fatigue accumulation of the stacking combat instinct has also begun to appear.
Cole's chest rises and falls violently.
Take a step forward.
The corpses of hell blocked in front, as if encountering invisible power, groaned silently, crowded, and retreated.
Afterwards.
Cole walks towards each step of Gates of Hell.
The blood of evil things sticking to his body is flowing down.
The baleful aura soars into the sky, as in substance.
'You have five seconds left, demon-hunter. '
Stop in front of Gates of Hell.
The countless faceless corpses linger all around, driven by the more powerful hell devil, but are afraid of the blood and fear of Cole, and dare not come forward.
Cole turned around, turned on Seventh Sense, stretched out a middle finger to the mighty devil watching him far away, smiled, and said, "Go grass yourself, coin pool!"
At the same time, reach out to Gates of Hell with the other hand.
The power of ceremony turned into an unstoppable great power, pulling him into the real world in an instant.
'The time-limited mission has been completed. '
'You got: devil haters. '
[devil hater: Devil hates you to the bone, but it also frightens you. Your deterrent to devil is greatly enhanced, and your attraction to devil is greatly enhanced.
A certain flustered and exasperated Hell Demon King: demon-hunter, I **you**! ]
After returning to the world.
Cole fell to the ground with both legs, his stomach turned overwhelming, and he retched wildly against the ground.
"Oh-! Damn...Oh-!"
It's not because of fear.
It's not exhausting.
But the blood of the faceless evil is really fucking smelly!
Smelly can no longer describe this pungent taste, just like canned herring mixed with stool after a hundred days of fermentation, it is stinking!
Sit on the ground, take off his shirt and pants, crumple it up and throw it into the distance.
"Snee--!"
Rubbed his nose.
Light a cigarette to calm down the stomach.
Then he took off a piece of dead man’s clothes and pants, and drove to Springwood City before the residents of Elm Street wake up and report the crime.
On the way.
The system hint tone continues to play.
'You have completed the main mission of the movie world on the Ghost Street I. '
'Event rewards will be settled when you leave. '
'You can stay in this World for fourteen days. '
Fourteen days...
It is enough to deal with the remnants of the eternal life teaching hidden in Springwood City and Elm Street.
As for now.
Cole just wanted to find a motel and take a comfortable hot bath.
...
In ten days.
Outside the City Hall of Springwood, police cars roared in.
A young high level police detective in casual clothes lifted the cordon and walked in.
His partner, an old police detective who is about to retire with his hands on his hips, frowns tightly, said, "James, God, you are finally here.
The one who died is the state. Congressman.
I have already surveyed the scene of the crime. The method should be the same person, and he left this at the scene."
Get the thing that the old detective handed over , James browses slightly wrinkle.
That is a silver arrow full of Gothic style.
apart from this.
There is also a note for leaving a message.
'Chunmu Park, the second trash can at the right hand entrance, where there are clues to your case, detective. ——From your friend. '
Tuck the note into your pocket.
High level Detective James frowned and said, "I have investigated the background of the deceased, Joseph. They seem to have a connection with a local religious group.
But that group What's the specific name, I can't find out its information."
"Go to the scene first, it's a mess. For God's sake, when is there a Dark Knight in Springwood City?"
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James smiled and jokingly said, "Dark Knight? City righteous police? I thought that old people like you never read comics."
After the survey was over.
Following the message left on the note, the high level police detective with a righteous heart found a dark crystal ball in the trash can and a hand sealed with fire paint. letter.