Chapter 243
Boom--
Thunder blasted.
One minute ago, clamor, baring fangs and brandishing claws, trying to kill Cole’s cultists.
Like a stray dog.
The expressions are in horror, and they retreat one after another.
The wizard in the distance, with a shocked expression, fixed his eyes on the bloody demon-hunter.
Under the dim street lamp.
Pile of dead bodies.
The scarlet blood mixed with freezing rain dripped down his coat and face.
They can't imagine.
That silhouette standing in the center of death and blood, what kind of powerful strength is needed to achieve this level.
Like a god of murder.
Cole's left hand squeezed a female cultist by the neck and held her in the air.
The cultists who are all around, look terrified, and dare not come forward for a long time.
Finally.
The bloody demon-hunter who couldn't see his face in the dark, said the first sentence he came here.
The tone is cruel and merciless.
"If any of you can live, remember to go back and tell Gondović, I will fulfill my promise, cut off his head with my own hands, and then stuff it into the toilet."
The voice fell. .
Blood flames stabbed the female cultist's heart arrogantly.
Draw the knife.
Kick her body away.
Also in this brief moment.
The soul of the wicked, who has been tortured by fear for thousands of years, emerges beside Cole.
Like a witch's Evil Spirit coat.
The hideous face, roar, distorted.
Spread, converge on the bloody long knife.
Invisible breath.
Blow the rain.
Cole holds in his hand, the original simple weapon, turned into a black and gray handle, the blade is entangled with countless undead souls, and the blade is badly damaged.
The system hint sound suddenly sounded.
'You killed 51 cultists, your long knife absorbed a lot of fear from the deceased's colleagues, and the conditions for the first opening of the blade of fear have been fulfilled. '
'In the current scene, before the last person with fear dies, the blade of fear will not disappear. The more people fear you, the stronger the blade of fear will be. '
'The hostile humans and any dark creatures with material entities and souls who look directly at the blade of fear will cause the soul to lethal effect after passing the judgment. '
The cold mechanical synthesis sound stopped abruptly.
The unspeakable fear is like the erosion of the soul by darkness.
After the long sword that symbolizes death and abuse appeared.
little by little, penetrates into the soul and consciousness of everyone who witnesses this weapon.
The weird silence, in depression and silence, spreads madly.
Not just ordinary cultists.
All those who have witnessed this evil weapon, the wizards, the citizens of Golden Harbor...
The fear buried in their hearts is unearthed in the deepest part of their memories, just like devil’s Erosion, cannibalize their reason and soul.
Until a short cultist, his eyes widened, his heartbeat stopped, and he fell straight into the dirt and blood.
Screams of horror, one after another.
The cultists, or fell to the ground, their bodies shuddered like sifting chaff.
Or they ran wildly to the distance, but their weak knees made them fall into the mud over and over again, crying and crying.
Unfortunately, none of this can prevent death from coming.
Like a ruthless executioner who slaughters livestock.
Hand up and down the knife.
Even if the other party knelt down and begged for mercy, using various reasons to justify survival, Cole's expression remained unchanged, cruel and indifferent.
Can't even hear the wailing of the dead.
Only splashing plasma and terrified face.
In the distance.
The wizards, who were also deterred by the blade of fear, all stood in place.
Feed on the souls of mortals.
Their souls have been strengthened many times by the crown of Saman, although they are not like ordinary cultists, they completely lose their senses, and even die on the spot in fear.
But I couldn't help but back again and again.
Their most powerful means.
The wizard mighty force constructed by the supernatural evil force cannot kill him.
That demon-hunter.
Simply is not what they can handle!
I can’t build up the incantation with dignity, and even deep in one's heart can’t give birth to the slightest resistance.
Until one of them, staring at the blade of fear burning with blood, echoed for a long time, suddenly widened his eyes, and shouted in disbelief, "Blood flame...he...he is Cole ·Walker! I remember! He is the Pope, the demon-hunter who called him to die!"
"Cole ·Walker?!"
The two sides are the biggest enemy.
This familiar name, to all the members of the Nordic Order, can no longer be familiar.
Walking gold, extraordinary power, high position of transcendence.
Kill him and bring his head to the adult. What awaits them is the enormous wealth that they can enjoy in their entire life, and the immense power of the under one person.
However.
Usually just hearing this name can make them so excited that they can't extricate themselves, as if wealth and power are at your fingertips.
At this moment, it has become a death God, the butcher and executioner of all fears!
Kill him?
No!
There is only one thing coiling in the minds of these wizards now: escape!
That is the instinctive fear of the guilty person encountering the execution officer of hell, and the ultimate horror of the prey hitting the natural enemy!
In the eyes.
One colleague after another, was violently executed by that man.
Like a butcher walking into a pig farm.
There is no mercy or kindness at all.
In the distance.
Golden Harbor citizens who also witnessed all this.
The panic and despair in his eyes were infected by Cole's actions and gradually changed into a raging flame of anger.
The demon-hunter who came here alone is still fighting endlessly.
Why should they sit on the spot ridiculously waiting for rescue at this eclipse moment of freedom and victory?
The contagion of courage and hope is even more violent than despair and numbness.
When the first strong man picked up a stone on the ground and touched behind a cult overseer who was in fear and unable to extricate himself, he eyes wide staring angrily, raised his hands high, and roared, "go die for me! You scumbags!"
In an instant.
I was completely immersed in fear and shock. The cultists who remained beside the slave team were beaten completely unprepared.
Only a team of six supervisors.
In a flash, I was completely overwhelmed by the angry crowd.
Stones, wooden sticks, iron rods...
All things that can be used as weapons are picked up by them, turned into long-accumulated anger, and madly smashed into evil The body of the believer!
The other seven wizards saw something wrong.
Their trembling faces and souls are unable to contribute one's mind to construct incantation. They can't take care of the face of their wizard's "superior man" and the punishment after they fled back.
Throw down the whip and run away.
Unfortunately, it is too late to run at this time.
The angry crowd surrounded them.
Cole didn't even need to do it, all kinds of weapons greeted them, and the cultists were all knocked to the ground in an instant, begging frantically and crying bitterly.