Chapter 336
It is still the image of an old gentleman with a cane and a kind face.
Mephiste walked up to Johnny, stretched out a hand, said with a slight smile, "Congratulations, Johnny.
You have completed our transaction.
It’s also time for me to take back the power of Evil Spirit Knight."
Go two steps forward and approach Johnny Bray calmly with a gesture of harmless to humans and animals. Ze, then said, "You get back your life, the true love you have always wanted, and you can start forming your family.
There are so many deals in the world..."
Stand in place with a cane.
Perhaps he sensed the power of Evil Spirit Knight and gradually broke away from the contract and his control.
Every word Murphysite utters, the tone is very careful and gentle, like an old friend Johnny has not seen for many years.
"There are many people who are willing to exchange their souls for their desires, and let others bear the curse. Now, you are free."
The power of the king of hell.
After he said the word'freedom'.
until now The evil things bound in the soul of Johnny Blazer gradually dispersed after the parchment scroll burned and destroyed.
It's the same as all the guys who are XX and like to stand up torii.
Morpheus deliberately stretched his tone of voice in a very gentleman manner, and said with a smile to Johnny, "After all...a transaction is a transaction.
We have to speak. It counts."
However.
For this Old Guy who thought he was playing Johnny Blazer between his hands, what happened next far exceeded his expectations.
I saw Johnny climb up hard, raised his right hand, and pointed at his nose, with a disgusted expression and a firm tone of voice, "No."
Following the voice.
The part of the right hand staying in the shadow burned Hell Raging Flames and threatened, "I will endure all this and use it against you. As long as innocent people are harmed, I will use father as my father. The name appears in front of you.
Use the power of the flame to fight against the flame."
Rejected by force, even unable to withdraw forcibly, something that originally belonged to me.
Mephisto turned his head abruptly, staring at Cole with extreme hatred and hatred, his tone full of anger.
"You--!"
Cole stood there.
Draw out a cigarette, indifferently said, "Justice is not dead, old bastard."
Perhaps flustered and exasperated.
Perhaps I noticed that something else is approaching.
He gave out a low, unwilling roar.
Mephiste's body turned into a puff of black smoke and gradually disappeared in place.
This time.
The high level detective who left before, drove the vehicle and returned to the place where all the disasters occurred.
The little brother who got off the car with him was the photographer who was rescued on the road.
See the first side of Cole.
Rob looked serious and asked, "It's all over?"
Johnny took a deep breath, staggered back and replied, "It's all over, detective, Now, you should always believe that Cole and I have simply never killed anyone."
After a while of silence, the policeman held his belt painfully and said, "I can’t help you directly in this matter, but I can write a report to it.
Ask them to investigate the motel case carefully.
And..."
It’s just Cole’s eyes, high Detective level hesitated and said sincerely, "Thank you for what happened just now."
The sound of a car engine sounded.
The two FBI agents who left earlier also rushed back. When they got out of the car, the young agent said loudly to Cole, "demon-hunter, is this the truth you mentioned to us?"
As the dust settles.
More and more, avoided a catastrophe, people hiding around the city center, walked out of the shelter, and gathered in police cars all around.
Among them, there are many faithful believers who looked towards Johnny and Cole with extremely complicated eyes.
Not long.
Carter Shrei also returned with Roshan.
The two old lovers who are broken and connected, they hug each other strongly as soon as they meet.
High level detective Robben wanted to let the onlookers go home separately, not to stay here too much, and at the same time use Wireless Electronics to let his subordinates and nearby state police.
Help him evacuate the crowd.
However.
At this time.
The partner Rob, who was in the police car, suddenly pushed the car door and walked in the direction of Cole.
"Hey! Eric! Until I investigate, you can't...ah—"
The words are not finished.
I saw the young detective raise a hand.
Rob's body left the ground uncontrollably and flew to the side.
Weird scene.
Not only did it attract the attention of everyone present, Cole, who was sitting on the edge of the road and smoking, saw this scene, threw away the cigarette, and got up.
Perceiving some unspeakable supernatural power, Johnny asked Roshan to wait for him in place, and hurriedly walked over.
"Cole..."
"This matter has nothing to do with you, Johnny, it is my personal grievance with them."
Cole said just Finished.
I saw Detective Erics, as if climbing a step that naked eye could not detect, walking into the air step by step.
Suddenly.
A pair of white angel wings stretched out his back, turned around, looked towards the crowd onlookers, opened his hands and smiled hypocritically, even the voice became easy to speak neutral.
"Believers of God, you have witnessed the evil of darkness with your own eyes.
Your prayers and self-redemption, I heard."
Archangel Long Supreme Weili.
Even just descending on the body of a mortal, it is still strong, like an insurmountable mountain.
Just a simple voice.
With some magical supernatural means.
In the eyes of all around fanatics, it is the Divine Vestige where God is here and heaven responds to their prayers.
In an instant.
All religious citizens, kneel down a large area, like pilgrims going to the sanctuary on a grand festival.
Mutter incantations in the mouth, and some even wept with excitement on the spot.
People who can stand in place and doubt it can be counted on one's fingers.
Among them, there is a high level detective, Rob who has not worshipped in 30 years.
He looked around all around, frowned, "you..."
It seems to be very useful to the worship of mortals, Saint Michael looked towards Rob with gentle eyes, and his soft voice penetrated divine force, clearly understood The man’s soul said, "Why don’t you kneel?"
"I..."
Rob made a fist and retorted, "I No matter who you are, return Erics back!"
For this, the hell lord Mephisto saw him, he had to run ahead of time, the first fall, the Demon King Assaz of Purgatory Le also couldn't compete with the long Archangel.
Apparently not interested in arguing with a mortal.
Just one idea.
Rob knelt on the ground uncontrollably, bowed his head, and said nothing.
After enjoying the worship of everyone, Saint Michael turned his head and looked towards Cole suddenly. At this moment, his gaze was no longer gentle, full of anger...or rather, to the strength of the ants Of contempt and banter.
Scolded loudly, "You, Cole Walker, the source of all disasters, the conspirators with the open gates of hell, the spreaders of death and evil.
See me, why are you still Don't kneel down?!"
Following his voice, the fanatics who knelt down on the ground all used Cole to kill their mother's eyes and looked towards him with immense hatred.
Want to take his skin, drink his blood, and eat his meat.
"Put him to death!"
"The blasphemer! Burn him to death!"
Cole took out the verdict, ignoring their barking, lighting a cigarette, and the angel of death Wings appeared in his hands, raised his head, stretched out a greeting middle finger to Saint Michael, smiled rarely, and said, "Fxxk-U."