Chapter 172
Compared to the movie world on the ghost street, it needs the protagonist group that Cole constantly teaches.
The witch hunter Calder, this one is the same as Cole. The wizard shed tears and the witch saw the crying hunk. In a very short time, he disposed of the second soul box.
A heart that he brought from memory to reality and placed it in the chest of his wife Helena.
There is no confusion about special medicines.
Remembering the world cannot disrupt his perception of falsehood and reality at all.
After getting the beating heart.
Calder took Chloe’s dagger, without the slightest hesitation, and pierced it.
Turn vigorously.
A large amount of blood, continuously, gushes out from the breach in the heart.
next moment.
A mournful scream sounded loudly, accompanied by the crazily squirming queen's branch.
The escaping supernatural power turns into invisible shock waves and storms, sweeping across the ground.
The swarms of flies whizzing up, like a cold and stinking wind, shielding the sky and rays of light.
That is more powerful than all the black wizards in the past, and even the supreme mighty power that can be called incomparable, just like a terrifying god that brings plagues and disasters!
Cole drew his long sword and stood in front of the three of them, facing the queen’s tree trunk that was like a wave of water.
Calder wanted to step forward, but Chloe grabbed his arm and shook his head. "You have lost the power of Eternal Undying. Let Cole handle it.
Soul He proposed the box. I think he must have a way to kill or seal the witch queen."
He didn't respond to the witch’s suspicion.
Kalder pushed her hand away and walked over to stand side by side with Cole.
Be silent, it is his unquenchable anger and hatred for the Queen of Witch that has lasted for eight hundred years.
This time.
A gorgeously shaped pneumatic crossbow was thrown into his arms.
The blade slid across the air and buzzed.
Cole rotated the blade and handed the hilt of the long knife to Calder, indifferently said, "You have no weapons, Calder, the Viking sword that killed the witch is still sealed in history and dust.
Hold them and protect Chloe and Ricardo.
Leave the rest to me."
Calder did not answer.
Looking far away, looking towards the Queen of Witch who broke through a gap and walked out of the trunk.
A humanoid creature whose body is made of filthy and corrupt bodies, with gray rattan entwined on its surface.
This time.
Even if the anger in his heart is erupting like a volcano, he still understands that forcible action will only cause trouble for Cole, and unnecessary sacrifices for no reason.
With a dry throat, he said, "Can you handle it?"
Cole dangling cigarettes, changing the magazine for the justice trial, frowned, "Forgot to tell you, except for the wizard hunter , I have another identity..."
Click.
The sound of metallic feel is clear and sweet.
Kalder turned his head and looked towards him.
Cole indifferently said, "I not only hunt down black wizards, but also those who give them evil power behind them."
In the lens of photographer Ricardo.
In the gray sky, the sun is dying.
The decayed and decayed Queen's tree wriggles like an indescribable strange thing.
A woman.
A woman whose soul is soaked in sin and cruelty slowly flies into the sky.
The black fly symbolizing plague and disaster, in this brief moment, turns into a swarm of insects covering the heavens, shielding the sun, like a black tide rising and suffering coming.
After they push the witch, the king and belief of the dark wizard, like the sad hymn of the sinful pilgrim, turns into one after another twisted black cloud flow, weng ming above the sky.
Suddenly, he flew to the earth, bringing down disaster and death.
That is the Supreme might and power that can only be possessed by Spiritual God.
Not reversible.
Don’t overstep.
Also in this brief moment.
A figure wearing a black windbreaker from the back, holding a gun in one hand, and throwing away the unburned cigarette butt in the other, and stepping forward in the strong wind.
Like a fearless warrior who regards death as home.
Another example is the Magistrate who declares war on all evil and bears the wrath of mankind.
As Ricardo's legs were weak, he watched in horror.
The roaring flies descend from the sky.
Afterwards.
A huge horror candlestick, illusory shadow, lights up impressively.
The horrible and terrifying body of the Queen of Witch, engulfed by countless flies, landed on the ground not far from Cole.
The grin is hideous and ugly, and the playful gaze swept Cole, which stopped on Calder after the mortal in her eyes was the same as the insect.
See the enemy who was alive eight hundred years ago.
She grinned, showing her teeth black as charcoal, and said, "Calder, is it wonderful to be alone? Hahaha!"
The bald man's forehead bursts with blue veins.
Firmly holding the handle of the long knife.
But he knew very well that he didn't have the sword of steel and fire in his hand. He couldn't kill the mess that brought the plague to the world like last time.
Even.
He has to stay here. If Cole is killed, he will be the human world, the only human that has the power to kill the witch queen.
If both of them died here.
Not only will the war with the black wizard be lost, the irreversible plague will also kill tens of millions of innocent humans over the long years.
After greeting the old friend.
The Witch Queen’s eyes stopped on Chloe. After watching her for three seconds, she smiled and stretched out her right hand, her voice with an irresistible strange magic.
"Dreamwalker...my child, come back to mother and let me take a good look at you."
The witch tried her best to resist her Spiritual charm.
However.
Based on her rating of less than tenth level, it is basically impossible to block the ceiling of this World wizard's strength.
When Chloe couldn't control his body, and walked towards the opposite side like a puppet, stiff and mechanical, the queen glanced at Cole and the photographer Ricardo.
"Dead."
Spit out a word.
Her smile is grim and cruel.
Like the beasts of Spiritual God in the joking sheepfold, their death and pain are regarded as pleasure.
Hear this word that blesses a huge supernatural power.
Calder complexion greatly changed.
Put the long knife on the ground and flew over to overwhelm the photographer Ricardo.
The camera that fell on the ground rolled around, and the lens happened to capture everyone, including Calder and Ricardo.
The photographer's hands are like a demon, clinging to his neck.
At the same time panic, intermittently yelled, "Save...Save...I...I..."
Calder rode on him and tried his best Trying to break Ricardo's hands that strangled himself, yelled, "Hey! Don't give up resistance! Don't let fear dominate your soul! Resist it!"
"I...I..."
The photographer's legs were frantically struggling on the ground meaninglessly, his eyes rolled up, drool came out of his mouth, and he was about to strangle himself.
This time.
The Witch Queen's excited gaze moved to Cole.
She originally thought that killing two lowly mortals was as easy as crushing an insect.
However, as expected, the bloody scene of Cole reaching into his mouth and pulling out his throat to die did not happen at all.
Even.
Except for a black hole with the muzzle facing her face.
The man who was ordered to kill himself by her has a fierce expression and hate in his eyes.
"GOF***USelf! Coin pool!"