Chapter 160
Escort the black wizard Lamarck Ramsimius back to the Axe and Cross Holy Sect.
They were greeted by the thirty-seventh generation of Pastor Dolan.
See you soon.
With an awkward smile, "Mr. Cole Walker, I heard that a wizard died in New York."
Calder pushed Lamarck with his hands tied and said, " Black wizard."
"Wow, is that right?"
With the prisoners, the three of them walked to the entrance of the underground jail where the wizard was held.
Remove the headgear on which Lamark was put on the Silence Charm.
The crazy black wizard glanced at him, said with a smile, "Hello, priest.
(Inhales) You look like a good person."
While speaking, his expression gradually became fierce, and he roared, "You dreadful little thing, I never went..."
The priest hurriedly took the headgear on.
Then punched Lamarck in the stomach and said to the two of Cole, "Don't underestimate me."
Calder has an indifferent expression with a solemn expression.
Reverend Dolan alone escorted the prisoner into the dungeon, and did not forget to say to Calder, "I will confess for what I did just now."
In this way, he won Trust and goodwill.
Standing outside the door.
Not long ago, I heard the following quarrel.
Calder frowned, opened the iron door of the dungeon, and walked down the stairs quickly.
"...The law is used to control and contain magic. Only if this council operates, another war will not begin."
Betrayed by the same race The anger caused Lamarck’s forehead blue veins to violently, and his face blushed and his neck roared, "I will not lie, I am proud of what I did!
I killed your priest! Just like killing a pig Let his blood dry!"
Just when he and the wizard were arguing with Magistrate.
Calder's dull voice sounded in the dungeon.
"Our priest, friends."
The witch raised her head and said hello, "Calder, and..."
With a smile, after she saw the cold man behind Calder leaning on the stairs, her expression suddenly collapsed, browsing tightly knit.
"Murder Cole Walker, you...you have the guts to come to this dungeon where the wizard is held."
Calder walked to the table and said with a serious tone," I'll talk about him later."
Turning his head to look at Lamarck who took the initiative to shut his mouth.
"So, you will convict him without interrogation? Has anyone ever asked him if he has any accomplices?"
The witch was silent for a while.
Take the last tarot card and place it on the table made of huge tree roots.
"There is no Five Elements Mang's Three Card, that means he did it alone."
"The card is wrong. He attacked me with the resurrection of the undead, and witched himself. In the post-era, I have not seen that kind of magic for 800 years."
The trial witch sneered, looked straight into Calder’s eyes, and sternly said back, "The Queen is dead. Her magic impossible is back."
Because of the death of a friend, Calder pressed his hands on the table and roared, "Is it impossible?!"
"Enough!"
p>Ignoring his protest, the witch took off the necklace that activated the dungeon guard from her neck, and said to Lamarck, “We sentenced Lamarck Ramsimius to be imprisoned in Under the bedrock of this chamber."
Faced with endless imprisonment.
Lamarck snarled frantically, "I chose my position! You weak idiots! I am proud of what I have done! I..."
At this time.
Cole who never spoke.
Roughly in the guard's hands, he snatched Lamarck's body and slammed him heavily on the pillar.
Use the elbow joint of the left arm to press his chest and neck, take out the dagger, cut off his right ear directly, then put the blade on his neck, and said furiously, "Your parents You are here to let you abandon the elements and the world, work for the hell and devil, and then talk about your stand and pride with confidence?!
Shit!"
See the situation out of control.
The trial witch hurriedly shouted, "Guard! Stop him!"
Cole smashed Lamarck's nose with a punch.
Take out the justice trial, aim at his head, and pull the trigger continuously.
The deafening gunshots reverberated in the dungeon chamber until the wizard's head was completely shattered, and the original appearance could not be seen.
Kick the guard trying to catch him.
A punch was punched in the face of another wizard who was trying to cast a spell, breaking his front teeth.
Three steps to the meeting table and pointed the gun at the brain of the trial witch who has always been aloof and remote.
Suddenly.
The other wizards who were still chanting the curse hurriedly interrupted the incantion for fear that the witch's head would be crushed by the bullet.
Violent and bloody means.
So that the thirty-seventh generation of Pastor Dolan who was on the sidelines was stunned.
For him.
wizard is inherently extraordinary and should be superior to humans.
Unfortunately, the powerful wizard guarding the dungeon, facing the wizard assassin, is like a three-year-old child, and has no power to fight back.
Even, if not for Cole show mercy.
The current chamber may be full of corpses.
Confronted with the trial witch, in an indifferent tone, and said, "Witch, use the tarot card to convict, are you level enough?"
I changed the toughness and the Calder’s mutual Indifferent, facing the gunpoint and bloody facts of the black hole.
The witch took a deep breath, pretending to be calm and said, "I understand your principles, Cole, I am not a black wizard, you will not shoot me."
With Calder Glancing at each other.
"Here is Axe and Cross Holy Sect, don't let him mess around."
The other party did not respond, turned and left.
Cole put down the gun, looked around at the wizard all around, and said to the witch in charge of the trial, "Before using the tarot card, remember to think about your assessment level."
Implied.
Your strength is also worthy of fortune-telling the traces of a powerful black wizard?
The witch pursed her lips unnaturally, perhaps trying to suppress the anger in her heart, looking straight into Cole's eyes, without saying a word.
Take the limited edition fountain pen that Calder left on the table.
"Also, tell the wizard council not to trouble me anymore."
Throwing down this sentence, Cole turned and left.
Pick up.
Calder stood in front of the coffin of the thirty-sixth generation Dolan, looking down at the old priest, his voice was a little bit painful.
"child..."
For him, who is not old fart, and who bears the curse of a lonely life.
Thirty-six generations, always when they first saw him, the young man who only cared about him personally, rather than treated him as a unique priest as a weapon.
Cole walked to his side.
looked towards the body of the old priest who still kept the skin color of the living person, and said, "Calder."
"What?"
"Think of this morning, Did we find the plague black fly in his house?"
No one is more familiar with the old enemy's black magic than him.
Stunned for a while, being reminded, let him finally recall another use of the plague black fly in a long memory.
"Yes, the raw material of curse and interrogation magic..."
Pat Cole on the shoulder to show his gratitude.
Calder hurriedly walked aside, took a candle, and quickly carved patterns on it, preparing to take out the 36th generation of black flies.
This time.
The system hint sound suddenly sounded in Cole's ear.
'Main Quest·Chapter One, has been triggered. '