Chapter 245
There is no extra nonsense.
A very close distance.
Cole drew out the long knife, in a flash arrived in front of Petar.
Bloodflame roars.
He slashed fiercely on the Evil Spirit coat.
Originally, with a calm face, he tried to forcefully kill Cole's wizard with a crushing posture. After hearing the painful cry of Evil Spirit, the complexion was greatly changed!
But it is too late to respond.
The blade broke open the coat.
The unstoppable huge force burst into the chest.
The muscle and skeleton were cut open, piercing the lung lobes and the heart, and blood spattered!
When other cultists saw this situation, the complexion was greatly changed for a while!
Holding the gun, there was no chance to pull the trigger at all.
"Master Petar!"
"The transcendence is exalted!"
Cole kicked the wizard's body with one kick, pulled out the justice trial, and prepared When using bullets on the head, heart, and cervical spine.
Petal the Transcendant who should have died, his broken body suddenly glued together.
He stretched out his right hand.
The horrible sucking power turned into an invisible hook, and with a cry of pain, it grabbed the souls of hundreds of cultists and fiercely pulled out their bodies.
Swallow.
Chew.
The overlapping, mixed crying and screaming, instantly dragged Victoria Avenue into the purgatory on earth!
The cultists who escaped by a fluke, saw colleagues who died in pain one after another. Not only did they have no fear, but after a slight daze, they were invaded by evil forces in their souls and consciousness. Furious cheers and laughter.
Someone even knelt directly on the ground, raised their hands, shouting in the name of Petar, willing to sacrifice their souls.
"Praise the supreme power of the transcended!"
"Dedicate my body and burn my blood! Immortality is with us!"
"Death It is the grace of God, death is the beginning of eternity, death is the beginning of all resurrection and immortality, sister brother, our soul is with the transcendence!"
After that.
All the injuries on Petar's body heal at a speed visible to naked eye.
The original hypocritical and friendly face is not there.
Like a wild dog whose dignity is trampled on by its tail, it is abominable, flustered and exasperated.
"Cole Walker! Damn mortal...I want you to die!!"
Do not wait for him to have the energy to build incantion.
Two silver bullets that flew out of the gun's chamber went into his forehead and cheek fiercely.
Lack of shelter from the Evil Spirit coat.
Petar's body flew backwards, that face of incompetence and rage, like a watermelon that was trampled on, splashed with brain and blood.
However.
This level, but still unable to completely kill him.
Quickly absorb the souls of dozens of people, swallow in a big mouth, and build incantation.
The body that flew out hasn't landed yet.
A fuzzy ghost shadow suddenly rushed towards Cole.
Petar stared at the man who made him hate and embarrassed him in front of so many believers.
die for me!
Desperate curse.
He is the best, and he is also the strongest trump card.
In the face of evil curses, the human soul is like a piece of paper, ridiculously weak.
Even if the object is Cole · Walker, the demon-hunter who is jealous of the great devil of hell!
Bang.
The body fell heavily to the ground.
Kicked and rushed over to try to help his followers, the authority and power of the transcendence, the shame of being frustrated, made him yell, "fuck off! You lowly idiots!"
p>At the same time.
Focus on Cole, eye socket cracked!
Extremely looking forward to the painful wailing and begging for mercy of that arrogant demon-hunter before his death.
If the eyes can kill, Cole at this time has died at least 100,000 times.
It's a pity.
Under his unbelievable, even horrified stare.
Cole, who was hit by the death curse head-on, only paused slightly, his body was bloodied, and his face was fierce, just like the real Death God.
Holding a long knife, he ran to him quickly.
"No...this is impossible! This impossible!!!"
He tried to kill Cole with the thunderous method, but suddenly found that there has never been a precedent for survival. The curse of life was useless when dealing with that man!
Something must be wrong... something must be wrong!
Petal lay on the ground full of blood and muddy sewage, completely ignoring the majesty and face of the transcendence, like a sad villain who suddenly gained extraordinary power.
Raise the right hand drawn with evil spells, and throw a life-killing spell at Cole frantically.
Even.
Excessive overdraft of the soul made him ashen-faced and his body shuddered.
However, every time a life-demanding curse hits Cole, it is like a ridiculous trick, which cannot harm him the slightest.
Perhaps, this is the powerful special effect of the trait·unyielding will to contempt death.
Perhaps, this is the unyielding soul and steel will that belong to Cole!
The evil witchcraft and curse of death, and the element spell are completely different in essence.
Similar to the witch's dominance over mortal souls.
The cultist's greedy and brutal nature, how could it be possible in the collision of spirit strength to defeat the will and soul of the man that neither the devil nor the angels can make.
next moment.
Petal was pinched by Cole's neck and held in front of him.
As the most ridiculous human tragedy.
At this moment, the cultists, who have been completely dominated by evil forces in their spirit and soul, still knelt on the ground enthusiastically, praying for the transcendence to be exalted, suck their souls, and achieve another Immortality and immortality of form.
"Let...Let me go! You humble animal! I am the Transcendant Petar! Your master and...ah--"
The wizard caught in the air.
A futile struggle.
Incantation didn't work, so he hit Cole in the face with his weak fist.
The result was that he was brutally slammed onto the lamppost on the side of the road!
"The transcendence? Master? Which master, have I seen it?!"
Faced with the threat of violence from Cole, Petar finally stopped maintaining the majesty of other masters and staged The Sichuan opera changed its face, begging for mercy with the attitude of the weak and the victim, "no! I...I still have a whole box of gold! As long as you let me go! Woman, wealth, power, whatever you choose!
Cole, I'm just a subordinate of Gondović, and I was tricked into entering the Nordic Order by him. I'm really not...
Ah——
O——
Don't fight...ah—"
The only answer to him was Cole's Iron Fist and knees.
Break his teeth.
Kick the bridge of his nose.
Even, an overly violent uppercut knocked his left eye directly out of his eye socket.
This cultist who treats human life as a child's play and kills at will as a source of strength, at this time is like a poor unlucky person, falling into the mud and blood on the ground.
While struggling to climb into the distance.
There was an intermittent voice begging Cole frantically for mercy.
"demon-hunter...I really don't know...really..."
next moment.
The illusory shadow of the mourning candlestick appears.
Cole indifferently said, "These words, save them to hell and say them."