Chapter 184
Judgement Echelon!
The pupils of the perverted killer shrank suddenly!
The self-interrupted chattering nonsense turns into a cloud of shadows, like a rabbit encountering a natural enemy, running away!
next moment.
The third sinner's soul that has not been burned out cries hysterically.
The faint rays of light, like the death God's Scythe, spread like a tide.
The moment of contact with the candlelight of mourning.
Credence screamed, and his body fell out of the shadowed blood, lying on the ground, screaming in pain.
The stench of roasted flesh and blood permeates the humid and cold air.
Cole stepped over and stood beside him.
Turn his head.
His eyes meet a half-aged boy dressed as a newsboy hiding in the alley.
The young man helped his hat, stepped back two steps, and fled this empty street like crazy.
Raise your foot.
The muddy leather sole stepped on his face, completely disregarding the killer who was so painful that he was about to die, with a cold expression, and said, "Tell me your plan and purpose.
If something happens to my people, I promise you will not die and feel comfortable, great magician, Lord Credence."
"Ah—"
It's like being injured The frantic roar of the dying wild beast.
Credence yelled frantically, "Turn it off! Turn it off...Uh-"
"Let Vera out first."
"Okay! Okay!"
After a short incantion was over.
The magic box appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground, the lid opened, Vera was thrown out by a huge force and thrown on the ground.
It's a pity.
Cole has no plans to extinguish the candlestick.
The flustered and exasperated killer, his eyes widened, and the dense blisters on his skin continued to rupture and grow back again.
"Cole Walker! You don't speak credit! I have released her..."
Speaking.
His body began to wriggle strangely, and instantly transformed into Cole's appearance.
Just as he was preparing to repeat the old tricks.
At the same time.
The moment Cole's knife was resting on his neck.
One overlap, deep and sharp mixing, like the flustered and exasperated voice of an old witch, suddenly came out of a magic box.
"You broke our deal! Mortal! How dare you treat that woman...er..." without my consent.
Following the voice.
A shaky shadow, drilled out of the magic box, outlined a thin humanoid object.
The void on the face, or its eyes and the organs that perceive the real world, look at Cole.
Afterwards.
A shocking cry almost shattered Credence’s eardrums.
"Cole · Walker...Cole Walker?! Damn, how could it be in such a place..."
The words are not finished yet.
The shadow instantly shattered and dissipated, and the magic box turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared into the air.
Credence's eyes were horrified, and he watched his most proud hole card, the devil who signed a contract with him, and chose to leave him alone.
He didn't come up in one breath, turned his eyes, and almost died on the spot.
Vera, covered in mud, got up, the world in his eyes was spinning around the world, and the devil's intrusion on mortal souls had disappeared without a trace before it even started.
Finally.
In just half a minute, it was a long torture like centuries. After the blue rays of light faded, he left Credence's body and soul.
Now.
The face of this perverted killer finally lost the confident smile and calmness he had before.
He was regarded as a god and the devil master who signed the master-servant contract was scared by a demon-hunter to run away on the spot.
This kind of thing, even if it is a dream, he can't dream it.
The more so.
The gaze he looked towards Cole became more and more frightened, from the fear in the depth of one's soul.
In a sense.
A bastard who is willing to serve the little devil as his master has nothing to do with the proud hard bones.
His eyes fell on the long knife pointed at the throat, swallowed saliva, hurriedly raised his hand, dodged his eyes, stammered, "Wait! I... I said! The Pope let me catch you alive Go back! During this time, there will be other killers coming into contact with you... your subordinates and friends serve as warnings for you to offend the majesty of the Order."
"Specific."
"Gu...I don't know the details! Oh, I think of it, the assassination of the queen is just the beginning. The order will continue to make big moves in the Imperial Capital and the major cities of the empire.
I All you know is this, you..."
The words are not finished.
The execution officer decapitated the knife and pierced his throat ruthlessly.
The dark blood dripped down to the ground along the tip of the knife.
Crunch——
The harsh sound of the old wooden drawer opened.
The wailing soul of Credence was imprisoned by one after another chain and dragged into the drawer arbitrarily.
The Secret of Judgment was lifted, and the illusory shadow of the mourning candlestick disappeared in the air.
The beautiful girl face of Vera, wearing a twisted'mask of pain', sullenly, bent over to support the telephone pole on the side of the road, and vomited frantically.
Cole walked over and handed her a roll of gauze, indifferently said, "How do you feel?"
The girl wiped off the food residue and sour gastric juice from the corners of her mouth.
Wipe off the tears on his face and remained silent for a long time.
Originally, Cole thought she would cry like all girls who have been hurt.
Perhaps the newcomer's subconscious imitation of the guide, or until now, the bad experience of being beaten unilaterally, unconsciously changed her peaceful personality.
So, for the first time, he heard this girl who had received strict tutoring, and said a beautiful phrase, "Devil, devil...I, vomit--"
p>After the nausea and dizziness from the stomach are over.
Vera glanced at the dead Credence lying on the ground, and said, "Aren't you going to take him back to the Demon Hunter to receive bounty and contribution points?"
"Are you short of money?"
"No shortage."
"Let's go."
On the way to the train station.
Vera glanced at Cole, who was smoking a cigarette next to her, and said, "It was your second assessment of me, right?"
"No."
"Wrong?"
Cole stopped, indifferently said, "This is a lesson, Vera, you must understand one thing, violence is not the only way to solve all problems."
While speaking, he pointed his head and signaled her to use her brain to find the right way, not just relying on blood.
But these words sounded wrong to Vera.
Violence is not the only way to solve the problem...
Combined with Cole's precepts and deeds.
This fledgling demon-hunter novice, understands a very important truth in the life of demon-hunter: violence cannot solve the problem, but it can solve the problem itself.
Just like his Evil Spirit and the hapless killer who dealt with the murder of'Woman in the Rain'.
Silence for a while, frowned, "Captain, I really want to ignore one thing, that devil hidden in the scare box, seems to know your name, and was also scared away by you?
It’s the first time I have encountered devil who was scared away by demon-hunter."
Cole took a puff and said indifferently, "If someday I want you to die There are enough, little devil will leave as soon as he hears your name."
In a flat tone, tell the terrifying facts...
Vera's eyes twitched involuntarily a bit.
At this time.
A police car hurried in from a distance.
The detective who previously docked with them, rolled down the window, browsed tightly knit, looked very serious, and said in a hurry, "Cole! The headquarters of the hunting group is looking for you. Now the news is very tightly blocked, but ...It seems something happened to Imperial Capital."