Chapter 242
The cultists and the Nords will never believe it.
At this historic moment when they used filth and evil forces to force the scales of war on their own.
A demon-hunter tried to grab the other end of the balance with the help of one person, and even put a pair of boots with stinky mud on the soles, and stepped on the victory fiercely. The face of the person!
The streets on rainy nights.
Be the first cultist's skull, engulfing his brain and blood, spinning and flying out of his head.
Happy laughter and cheerful voices, which originally belonged only to the winners, came to an abrupt end.
Five cultists with supernatural powers in charge of supervising workers stood up.
The gunmen stationed nearby, hearing the movement, quickly rushed to Victoria Avenue.
It's a pity.
All their actions are in vain.
The grumpy gunfire sounded one after another.
The scarlet bullets ran across the night sky and exploded the heads of five wizards in an arrogant manner. One of the guys with special abilities, missing half of the back of his head, was still standing in place.
Frozen for a moment, the injury on the back of the head quickly healed at the speed visible to naked eye, and at the same time raised the hands that draw the evil spell, his eyes were full of hatred and anger, and the black silhouette falling under the street lamp in the distance, crazy Roared, "Kill me that bastard demon-hunter!"
"Demon-hunter?!"
The voice fell.
One stone stirred up a thousand waves.
Everyone present, whether cultists or citizens of Golden Harbor, couldn’t believe that at the darkest moment when the fall was a foregone conclusion, there was even a demon-hunter, and they dared to come alone here to be taught. The evil land occupied by the regiment!
"act recklessly fool, who dare to come to Golden Harbor alone, so he likes being a hero?!"
Six people died instantly.
Seeing the blood.
Not only can it not frighten the cultists, but it makes them more tyrannical.
The oppressors are full of contempt and cruelty towards the innocent.
Get out of the shops and houses that shelter from freezing rain.
Pass through trails and ruins.
Hand-held weapons.
Gathering around cultists dressed as wizards is like a street fight in a gang, and within one minute, the entire Victoria will be surrounded by water.
Such as a swarm of insects hidden in the shadows and darkness.
After detecting the trail of the prey.
I can’t wait to show my fangs and swear to the invaders the status and arrogance of the ruler.
The gloomy night sky is like the darkness and sin where dawn and justice can never come.
The freezing rain is endless.
The crackling ice and cold water hit the ground and puddles.
A pair of cruel and playful eyes begin to stir in the dark.
The wizard raised his hands.
Supernatural forces distort air currents and rain curtains.
The street lights are dim, flickering, and the sound of electricity is prickling.
The bitter rain, flowing down Cole's indifferent cheeks, swiped across the corners of his mouth, and fell down.
Pattern.
Wriggling water droplets hit the wet vamp, turning into scattered sprays.
A tyrannical laughter sounded over Victoria Avenue.
"Kill him!"
As in ancient times.
Death battle and fight between Barbarian.
The cultists, under the stimulation of wild laughter, rushed to the silhouette under the street lamp not far away as if they were hit with blood and madness.
Also in this brief moment.
The citizens of Golden Harbor couldn't bear to look elsewhere.
Compared with hundreds of crazy cultists, despair and depression spread arbitrarily among the silent crowd.
It seems that the demon-hunter has been caught, tortured to death, dismembered, and finally the head is placed on the altar, asking for credit to the cult leader who claims to be the transcendent.
Boom!
A gunshot sounded.
Under the street lamp silhouette, blood on the shoulders soars.
A slender and tall, malnourished face with a sickly rotten face exploded with astonishing madness and excitement.
"I hit him! I hit him! Haha! His head is mine! Don't anyone—"
The words are not over.
His voice was completely drowned out by the roar of the shotgun.
The splattered firelight turned into rays of light torn apart the sins, bursting out incomparable destructive power, and in the dense cultists, a gap was broken.
The bodies of three people were interrupted.
The five people behind him were affected by the projectile.
The terrifying nature of the saboteur shotgun'hard to heal', in this brief moment, is undoubtedly revealed.
Blood gushes from the wound.
The pain in the heart caused the undead cultists who fell on the ground to scream and scream in pain.
"Ah-legs! My legs!"
ka-cha.
The bullet is loaded.
Boom——
The flames are everywhere, and another cultist is knocked to the ground, lying on the ground and dying in a pool of blood.
This moment.
The wizards who have been brewing for a long time have finally completed the incantion.
Fire, frost, electric arc...
Natural elements manipulated by filth and uncleanness, twisted and grotesque, turned into hideous evil spirits, rushing and roaring in the air and on the earth To completely submerge Cole's silhouette.
The cultists who rushed towards Cole gradually stopped.
Although the enthusiasm on his face has not yet dissipated, the disappointment in his eyes is extremely disappointing.
"Hey."
"(spitting) I thought how powerful it is, no different from other people."
For ordinary people As far as peripheral cultists are concerned.
Killing demon-hunter not only can be directly exchanged for gold, it is also a shortcut to the wizard to master extraordinary power.
However.
They are preparing to turn back and leave.
The wizard in the distance, as usual, used evil power to kill an act recklessly ant queen, chatting and laughing, and touting each other.
The citizens of Golden Harbor are gradually being stared at by numbness and despair.
The intensive roar of shotguns sounded continuously.
It's like cutting grass.
The cultists stuck in the road suffered heavy casualties in an instant!
Afterwards.
Everyone looked towards the place engulfed by supernatural power in shock.
one silhouette.
Like an evil spirit out of hell, holding a long knife, separating the natural elements manipulated by evil forces.
In this very short moment.
Maybe it is an illusion.
Perhaps this is the case.
In the perception of the cultists and the wizard, the silhouette suddenly distorted into a hell butcher with blood energy soaring to the sky. The falling freezing rain turned into sticky, never solidified plasma around him and under his feet. endlessly.
Afterwards.
Cole stepped forward.
The figure is like a ghost, and a long knife violently penetrates the chest of a cultist and cuts it horizontally.
Twist the body.
Justice trial appeared in the left hand instantly.
Pull the trigger three times in a row.
Blood-flame bullets pierced their brows and hearts.
The cultists who were caught in great horror realized this.
One after another they took up their weapons, tried to knock them down, and killed the demon-hunter who couldn't see his face in the night.
However.
Only to really face Cole.
They can understand what the fear of death means.
aggressive, even after emptying the shotgun, there are still hundreds of cultists. At this moment, they are like pigs and livestock that can be slaughtered at will.
The swing and trajectory of the long knife.
Lack of gorgeous techniques and paths.
There is only absolute blood and violence.
Broken arm.
Beheading.
Through the heart.
Break open.
Plasma and wailing, turned into death hymns.
Fear and scream, reconstruct the purgatory of the guilty.