Chapter 103
At this time, Foy Manor has completely turned into an adult hell, a land of flesh and blood.
Evil breeds in the scarlet land.
Like a strange kind of night spirit, it clings to walls and buildings, tearing and gnawing at living people.
Officials, reporters, innocent citizens...
They want to escape.
But it's too late.
Facing the night spirit with twisted and spliced limbs, it was like a nightmare, an irresistible fear of evil, and reason and morality crazily collapsed.
mournful scream weaves death hymns.
Hardy and Carl are blocked in a corner by a night spirit.
The little man yelled and lighted the magazine in the pistol, but he couldn't stop the approaching night spirit.
Carl clung to Nimosaen's lantern, trying to find a chance to escape from the corner.
In the distance.
The officials and citizens who were too late to flee were overtaken by night spirits, blood and severed limbs flew across.
Hendrick protects in front of the mayor and Vera.
Pulling the trigger in vain, I can only watch the policemen who stopped in front being killed one by one.
Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Cole jumping out of the Mirror of Suffering, and Sean holding a mirror, crawling into the center of the ceremony, reciting the poem aloud, and shouted, "Cole! Protect the ceremony." , Don't worry about us!"
Cole holds a long knife.
The roaring blood flame attached to the stump of the night spirit and burned violently. However, these night spirits, which are originally made up of false life, will not hurt or die.
Even if burned into ashes by blood flame, after falling into the plasma, it will crawl out in an instant.
Pull out the justice trial.
A shot interrupted the stump of night spirit that was reaching Sean, rushed over and chopped it into two sections, and said to Sean, "Concentrate on sealing the ceremony, and leave the rest to me."
The curly-haired young man was holding the mirror of suffering, brow beaded with sweat, and his body was trembling, even his words became stuttered.
Suddenly.
A scream came from a distance.
Cole turned back.
I saw Hendrick and the mayor standing next to him were caught by the night spirit, and they broke into several paragraphs amidst Vera's hissing screams.
The flesh and viscera fell from the air and poured over her body.
Sean yelled at Cole, "Where is Hugo's body?!"
By the wall.
Hardy pushed Carl hard, but he was caught by night spirit and shouted, "Help them find Sean's body! Leave me alone!"
Struggling in night spirit Struggling in his hands.
The little man has a ferocious expression and curses frantically.
Seeing to be bitten to death by this ugly evil thing.
Three bullets that traversed the scarlet trajectory in the air, howling and breaking the wrist of the night spirit.
Hardy cried out in surprise fell to the ground.
It's too late to cry out, and he rushes to Cole.
This is this critical moment.
The white light flashing from the camera shutter suddenly lit up in a window of a house, and a young female reporter wearing glasses was hiding behind the wall surreptitiously.
The moment she put down the camera.
His eyes happened to collide with Cole.
Discovered by night spirit.
She took two steps back, with a camera hanging around her neck, and fled deeper into the room.
On the other side.
Carl slipped and fell into the blood all over the place.
Too late to stand up, kneel on the ground, fumble all the way, find Hugo’s body and shout, "Hardy! Come and help me!"
Hardy noticed Flocking to the Ceremony night spirit in all directions, helping Carl drag the body up, anxiously said "The boss!"
Cole was alone in front of the huge number of night spirits.
The long knife drips blood.
Bathed in the shadow of evil and terror.
Like a butcher-killing god.
The night spirit feared by others is no different from a pig in his eyes.
The splash of scarlet is like a splendid death feast, and the remnants of the fearless night spirit fall into the plasma swamp one after another.
Carl dragged Hugo's body and looked at the man standing next to Sean.
On him.
Carl can't see the fear and cowardice that humans should show when facing evil.
Yes.
It's all rage and blood.
Now.
He finally understood how this guy survived the witch's hands.
Drag Hugo's body to the center of ceremony.
Sean cut through Hugo's neck with a dagger, letting the cold blood drip onto the mirror surface of the Mirror of Suffering, and at the same time read the last paragraph of the poem aloud.
"...the noble soul fell into hell, the benevolent Heavenly God! Why did you ignore the brave man and suffer so much!"
The moment the voice fell .
The sky is full of black, yellow, wind and sand, like the evil of a riot.
Bone goats gathered in the sky.
The clouds rolled and turned, lightning and thunder roared.
Like the open entrance to the abyss, the unspeakable screams, entangled in every inch of land in Newcastle City, unwilling to leave.
The soul tortured by suffering.
Fly out of the filthy and strange body of night spirit.
Crack.
The crisp sound of the mirror cracking sounded in Foy Manor.
All night spirits, like broken puppets, fall scattered on the ground.
With unwilling wailing.
The clouds shrank quickly into the deep darkness.
In an instant, everything returned to calm, and the night sky and stars were scarce.
Leave it.
Only the plasma and corpses of Foy Manor.
Hardy looked around the messy manor with a dry voice.
"Is it over...?"
After reading the last verse, Sean, ashen-faced, sat on the ground and panted heavily, seemingly related to evil The direct confrontation caused great harm to his spirit and soul.
Carl's heart seemed to have taken off an extremely heavy burden and fell to his knees on the ground.
He looked towards Hugo's body with a complex expression.
The citizens outside Foy Manor who have not escaped, stopped and looked towards the stump of night spirit that fell beside him.
A police officer who avoided a catastrophe sat slumped on the ground, sweating.
Cole stood in place.
Blood stains all over his body.
Clothes and hair are hung with crumbs.
Take out the cigarette, light it, and walk to the garden, kick off the stump of night spirit that fell on it.
Sit down.
Take a deep breath, the smoke is lingering, and the hand holding the smoke trembles slightly.
Suddenly.
The dazzling white light of the camera flashed past.
The female reporter who had been hiding in the mansion previously stood in the manor at some unknown time, holding the camera and pressing the shutter at every corner of the manor.
Compared to Vera who was completely frightened and slumped on the ground.
The female reporter is barefoot, with high heels in her hands.
Dripping in the blood everywhere, walked in front of Cole.
Perhaps it is brave enough, or it is due to occupational disease.
Not afraid of what you see.
Take out the pen and notebook from the carrying bag, walk to Cole, stretch out a hand, and say, "Amelia Green, Great Empire Daily reporter.
I want to ask you some questions. Is it convenient now?"
With a cigarette in his mouth, Cole puts his hands in his trouser pockets, lifts the head and glances at her without speaking.
Faced with murderous aura transpiration, Cole looks like an evil spirit.
Amelia’s expression did not change, she naturally sat beside him and said, “I understand your current mood, but the people of the empire have the right to know the truth.
In other words, I am more willing to trust you than the Demon Hunter and the Prime Minister’s Mansion.
Mr. Cole Walker."