Chapter 188
The clothes were soaked with werewolf blood.
The bloody scratches climbed onto the girl's tender and charming face.
Because of holding the sword for a long time, the muscles of the forearm tremble and are difficult to support.
The high-intensity killing and fighting made every inch of her body sore and unbearable.
The viscous saliva mixed with blood sticks to the throat and hinders breathing.
The lungs are burning like fire, hot and painful.
The last bit of effort, Vera eyes wide staring angrily, roared and pushed away the transformed werewolf pressing on her, like a lunatic who lost his mind, the short blade stabbed into the werewolf’s neck again and again. Chest.
Blood splashes.
It is the same as she constantly vents her inner fear and hysteria.
Riding on the dead werewolf.
Vera yelled while crying, and the short blade in his hand kept moving in and out of the werewolf's corpse.
"Go die for me! Go to die! You damn beasts!!!"
This time.
One hand grabbed her wrist, and the girl looked back.
Cole, covered in blood, said indifferently, "Don't waste your energy."
Looking at Vera, who was already on the verge of collapse.
The cruel professional nature of demon-hunter seems to be too cruel to a rich girl who was born with a golden spoon in her prime and is in the mood for love and happiness.
Throw down the long knife.
Vera is like a child who has lost his mother, hugging Cole and crying loudly.
As if to change all the stress and fear of escaping from death into tears and howling, throwing out her soul and body.
At this moment.
The werewolves all around have been completely eliminated.
The corpses of humans and dark creatures were scattered on the ground, and scarlet blood seeped into the ground.
Not long.
Vera let go of her arms, wiped away the tears from her face, and after pulling the bone-bearing wound on her left face, she was slightly frowned and was silent.
Went to the werewolf's corpse.
Pick up the weapon, wipe off the blood with the clothes carelessly, and re-equip it.
Cowardice and fear, like the last tear she shed.
The original bright and clear eyes, bloodshot, eager and cheerful look, gradually cooled, becoming as cold and ruthless as Cole.
Silence.
Staggered towards the direction of Imperial Capital.
Cole stood there, lit a cigarette, and walked behind her.
As expected.
The thing that was completely surrounded by dark creatures near Imperial Capital did not happen.
The group of werewolves who intercepted the train are more like a whim, venting their exuberant desire to kill.
It is about 500 meters away from the city of Imperial Capital on the main road.
Intense gunfire, one after another in the distance.
More and more residents are fleeing this dark-invaded city with their families.
A military vehicle full of refugees drove past Cole and Vera.
The girl stopped a young couple who had fled on foot and asked, "How is the situation in the city now?"
She was covered in blood when she saw her.
The two obviously frightened, took a step back in a hurry, their eyes were extremely alert.
Cole threw the ID to the girl.
After seeing the demon-hunter's identity certificate, the couple still did not relax at all.
The young man stopped his wife behind him and said in a hurry, "demon-hunter, listen to my advice, for your own safety, don’t go back.
That thing. .. That thing is simply not something you can deal with!"
After finishing speaking, he took the woman's hand and ran away as if to escape.
Looking at the back of them leaving.
Vera was silent for a while, turned and looked towards the city filled with smoke and fire, drew out a long knife, and said, "Captain, if I die, please bring my body to my mother. "
Cole did not answer.
The two walked side by side towards the city.
Mengxi Imperial Capital is the largest modern city in the empire. The old city wall has long been demolished, covering an area of approximately 140,000 square kilometers.
It is divided into five areas.
The city center where the Burton Mansion and the Demon Hunting Group are located.
East, South, West, North four areas.
The place where Cole and Vera enter is the area of influence of the Brother Lin Club, the northern city with the most immigrants.
About 13 kilometers from the city center.
The original prosperous shops were already empty, and the whole street was deserted. Occasionally, one or two undecent corpses were gnawed and discarded by the side of the road.
Suddenly.
The unique low roar of the reincarnated werewolf sounded in a residential building.
At the same time, a woman screamed in horror.
Boom!
The glass window was opened.
A young woman in a white nightdress, yelled frantically toward the empty street, "Help—"
"Leave it to me."
Throwing a word, Vera held a long knife and quickly ran towards the house.
This time.
Intense gunfire and the roar of car engines exploded in the distance of the street.
A military truck, carrying a team of soldiers and two demon-hunters, while running wildly, two level 3 dangerous native werewolves, like beast-shaped tanks, are chasing behind. .
Allow the bullets to pour on them, but they are unscathed.
Cole frowned, with a cigarette in his mouth, lowered his head, and pressed the silver bullets into the magazine one by one.
When all the demon-hunters and soldiers are guarding the Imperial Capital, why would anyone show up in such a place?
A deserter?
Crack.
Squeeze the last-minute bullet.
The moment the truck was about to pass him.
Load the load and activate the blood flame.
Pull the trigger.
Two native werewolves fell to the ground and were swallowed by blood flames for all signs of life.
The sound of fighting and the girl's roar came from the residential houses, and the hostess screamed in horror.
The military vehicle that had passed Cole's side suddenly stepped on the brakes.
A demon-hunter jumped out of the carriage and shouted, "The flame of scarlet...Are you Cole · Walker?!"
The soldier who avoided a catastrophe looked at each other in blank dismay.
Shocked eyes looked towards the back of the man who was wearing a blood-stained coat with a cigarette in his mouth and continued to press bullets into his magazine.
Cole · Walker.
Of course they know whose name it is!
The rookie of the demon-hunter who has been continuously published in the newspaper, the guest of Amelia, an independent reporter of the Great Empire Daily.
However, reports are always reports.
Only in personal contact can they know that the so-called newcomer is so powerful and far surpasses the imagination.
The native werewolf of Level 3 danger level, under his muzzle and sequence secrets, is as fragile and ridiculous as an ordinary wild beast.
That's a native werewolf!
Excluding Evil Spirit, the high-risk factors accounted for as high as 24.9% of the reasons for the demon hunter’s death each year!
Cole put the gun back into the armory.
Turning around, taking off the cigarette in his mouth, indifferently said, "You are looking for me?"
After getting a definite answer.
The inquiring demon-hunter let out a sigh of relief, hurried over, extended his right hand to him, smiled relievedly, and said, "Executive Group Chainsaw Action Team Captain, Pedro Tucci .
Director Balluch asked us to walk along the Northern Part of City to look for your traces. God is up. Fortunately, you are fine.
The situation is serious, and the rest, we Get in the car and talk again."
The voice fell.
There was a loud noise.
Everyone looked sideways.
I saw Vera hugged a reincarnation werewolf and flew out of the window. The knife fell in his hand, blood soared, and the dark creature's head was chopped off cleanly.