Chapter 230
one minute later.
Vera grabbed a cultist's hair and pulled it to Cole's feet.
"Let go of me! Let go...demon-hunter! Your stupidity and ignorance will definitely be...ah—"
The girl kicked hard Her face.
Bend over and take off his hood.
Showing a fair face underneath that is quite beautiful, but terrified.
"You...how did you get in?!"
Vera grabbed her by the collar and warned, "I ask, you answer, nonsense, I Just smash one of your teeth, understand?"
The cultist raised his head, his uneasy eyes scanned the faces of Cole and Sean, his body shrank, and he nodded.
"What is your name? Where is this place?"
"Rania.
This is...is..."
Seeing that her eyes were dodging, she was unwilling to answer directly.
The girl laughed.
Released, grabbed the collar's hand, and got up in the cultist's puzzled eyes.
Kick her face hard.
"Ah—my nose...well—"
Push the cultist’s neck with her knees, open her mouth with her left hand, and Vera uses her right hand fingers He pinched a front tooth, his expression was cruel, loudly roared.
In Rania's painful wailing.
Pull out a broken tooth and place it in the palm of your hand, pull her face to the front of the tooth, said with a smile, "Look, I do what I say, a lie, a tooth."
Turn around and threw the blood-stained tooth to Sean.
The shy young man who has never been good at fighting, catches his teeth in a hurry.
Glanced at Cole standing next to him, helplessly said, "Vera behaves more and more like you, Captain Cole."
Don’t die in silence, just in silence break out.
Obviously.
The encounter in Newcastle City, and the influence of Cole unnoticeable influence, unintentionally opened up some strange attributes buried in Vera deep in one's heart.
A violent interrogation.
After getting what she wanted, Vera pierced the cultist’s neck with a hidden sword expressionlessly, letting her fall in a pool of blood, rolling, struggling frantically.
Turning around, exhales one mouthful of impure air, and said, "What happens next?"
Sean threw away the bloody teeth, pondered for a moment, frowned, "Four days ago It has been abandoned...Are we here late?"
According to the confession of the cultist Rania, the three accelerated their pace and walked to the altar where the cult handles the residents.
The situation at the scene can only be described as hell on earth.
One after another, the drained souls, face looks sinister, like the corpses of evil spirits, piled up randomly on the ground like garbage.
The huge altar built of human bones, covered with thick blood plasma, exudes breathtaking evil charm, like a devil whispering in his ear.
However.
What's even more bizarre is that four days have passed since Heiguo Town was dragged into Saint Artifact.
The corpses piled up into mountains showed no signs of decay and death, and the viscous plasma on the altar never solidified.
Even.
Under the gaze of the three of Cole, two cultists chained the residents who were completely crazy and sent them one by one to the altar.
Submerged in plasma.
The souls that were pumped away, like white smoke, uttered silent neighs and wailing, separated from their bodies, and were greedily devoured by the fetters hanging on the highest point.
It is also like a huge evil beast swallowing alive human beings.
When chewing the soul, the sound of broken bones and flesh and blood, send cold shivers down one's spine.
"This group of bastards..."
I have witnessed so many innocent people who were slaughtered by the Nords like livestock and robbed their souls for their own benefit. .
Vera snatched the gun in Sean's hand. The original charming face was fierce and angry.
Pull the trigger.
One cultist was shot and fell to the ground, the other dropped the chain and ran away.
"Stop!"
While preparing to chase the knife, Sean hurriedly grabbed him, "Vera! Can't pass!"
"Let go Me! I want to kill those two bastards..."
Bang!
The deafening gunfire interrupted their dispute.
The top of the head and brains of the cultists flew out at the sound and fell to the ground without any movement.
Afterwards.
Cole pointed the muzzle at the fetters hanging high on the altar.
The moment he pulled the trigger.
Even.
The blood-stained and burning bullets have flown out of the gun chamber.
In this very short moment.
A big hand suddenly stretched out into nothingness and took it away before the fetters were destroyed by bullets.
Afterwards.
A voice suddenly sounded over the town.
"Cole · Walker."
It is like the first meeting with an elegant, well-talked gentleman.
Say the accent of Cole's name.
Soft, undulating and orderly, people can’t help but feel good.
Vera watched all around vigilantly, and the right hand tightly held the one-handed crossbow, ready to fight at any time.
Sean, after hearing this voice, browses tightly knit.
Cole put aside the justice.
The left hand reaches into the pocket and takes out a cigarette from the cigarette case.
Ignite, frown.
Take a deep breath, indifferently said, "The Pope of the Nordic Order, that many people are looking for you. After looking for that many years, I thought you lived with a mouse in the sewer. "
However.
In the face of Cole's frigid irony and scorching satire, the man's voice has not changed at all.
"You can call me Gondović Nord, Mr. Cole, and... many days ago, I wanted to talk to you."
When Vera and Sean, heard what he said.
The expression was extremely shocked for a while!
Just as Cole said, the demon-hunters and government organizations in the world are in order to catch the leader of this most powerful cult organization.
I have been looking for him for thirty years.
No one knows what he looks like.
No one knows his name.
Even... the personnel investigating the Nordic Order once doubted whether there really is a Pope, such a person who holds all the power of the Order.
A puff of white smoke rose slowly.
"Talk about it?"
Cole smiled, scratched his sideburns with his cigarette hand, and said, "Talk about me cutting off your dog's head, and then what should I use to put it up? Is it?
What do you think of the toilet?"
Obviously.
This man who calls himself Gondović Nord has been trying to calm his mind, and wants to calmly talk with Cole about the topic of ideals and the future.
However.
Someone's very deserves a beating face, and an extremely'friendly' greeting.
Even Pope Nord can hardly control the anger in his heart.
took a deep breath.
The tone is no longer elegant, but with a little anger, he said, "Demon-hunter will one day become history, like the darkness and evil lurking in this World.
I will personally send them into the dust of history.
Under the crushed rolling wheels.
Cole · Walker, you are different from them, you have justice in your heart, in order to protect This World, you can drain the last drop of blood.
The devil of hell hates, but fears you.
You.
To me.
>To this World.
To hell and all darkness, it is the most special one."
Cole threw away the burnt cigarette butt, indifferently said, "So , What do you want to say?"
"Join me, you will personally create the future of the human world."