Chapter 358
Activate Blood Flame·Secret Branch II·Raging.
The terrifying power that surpassed the limit of human beings turned into a scorching flame and roared in Cole's body.
Draw out the long knife.
Blood flames spread.
This moment.
In the eyes of the three Judgement Echelon demon-hunter.
The tall figure bathing in the Purgatory Fire, the scarlet long knife in his hand burns endlessly, and the purgatory coat is hunting, just like the Magistrate from the deepest part of hell, the executioner of evil animals.
"Leave it to you here, I will deal with the Dark Crow Witch."
Following.
The ruins and soil under my feet cannot withstand the huge force, sinking deep and splashing with rubble.
Cole's figure is like a burning arrow from the string, passing the dazzling flame tail and firelight in the air, and heading straight to the dark crow's cave!
"Cole! Wait..."
Terrell wanted to stop him from acting alone in such a high-risk area, but seeing this situation can only give up.
Yu Guang caught a glimpse of an Evil Spirit enslaved by a witch, flying towards him at a very fast speed, and the blood sequence secret text on the surface of the old hunter's body was illuminated by electricity.
The strange dagger with hollow carvings in his hand, under the influence of the sequence occult, the handle quietly stretched out with fine spikes, which were tightly integrated with his palm.
Suck Turrell's Soul Power greedily.
The strange carving on the dagger exudes a faint metal rays of light, forming a slender blade that is like a lightsaber, completely condensed with spirit strength.
The old hunter eyes wide staring angrily, the brown old leather glove on his left hand, the moment he touched the Evil Spirit, burst out like the drums of Titan's heart.
Arouse circular air waves and dust.
He squeezed the Evil Spirit that was forced to materialize.
Leave this profane thing to roar struggle in his hands.
His gaze swept across the Dark Crow's Den, which had been completely overwhelmed by evil forces, and violently crushed the spiritual entity of Evil Spirit, turning it into scattered gray white light spots.
The hoarse voice is full of anger.
"Only you, you think you can kill me?!"
Rolando fell on the ground, his right hand trembling and clenching his pocket watch, heart-piercing pain In the scream, the lost left arm suddenly appeared in front of him, turning into a roaring beast, biting the wound on his shoulder fiercely.
The skin and flesh squirm and rejoin together.
As for Wink Valentier.
After using Sequence Secret Art to deal with the three witches, his face changed for a while, as if he had exerted too much force on a woman's belly last night.
Lost, black bags under the eyes.
It seems that before forcibly stopping the screaming souls of hundreds of witches, it consumed too much spirit strength and blood.
Stand in place and shake.
After foul-mouthed killed another attendant witch, he complained, "I said earlier that the witch's case is not in my control!
I want Lao Tzu's life!"
Out of the witch's territory.
The orange-yellow rays of light in the escaping white mist, turning into haze, appear in the sight of everyone outside in a very mysterious and gorgeous posture.
Just.
No one will appreciate the dazzling halo of evil and death at this time.
After seeing the signal.
All the demon-hunter and high level officers present, deep in one's heart trembled suddenly!
The negotiation broke down!
This means that the imprisoned 110,000 Dongdor citizens and Director Baruch are very likely to all die.
Although they have already prepared a plan for the most pleasant situation, they are really facing this kind of rescue operation that requires their lives to fill.
Everyone has this cold sweat in their hearts.
Even the lowest attendant witches need the demon-hunter of the mid-level plundering sequence to lead the team to deal with, unimaginable, hundreds of witches gathered together, what a terrifying sight!
The permanent director of the demon hunting group responsible for on-site command, the demon-hunter of the median massacre sequence, Gage Paltrow.
A man is in the prime of life.
Beard, a tall man with no anger and prestige.
After receiving the information that the negotiation broke down, he immediately reacted and said to the Vice Group Leader of the executive group beside him, “Disse, you are responsible for leading the team, arranging the people of the executive group, and cooperating with the army to enter the field. "
Then shouted to the top Chief-In-Charge of the army in the distance, "Assemble the soldiers, one minute later, follow me, ready to rush in and save people!"
one after another command.
Convey layer by layer.
The military base that has been dormant for two days and one night outside the witch’s territory, like a huge steel machine, began to rotate in the huge rumbling sound of war chariot.
Some timid accompanying reporters, saw that the situation was far from good, take their photographers.
Follow the fleeing people.
In the crowd, pushing and shoving.
Abandon all morality and goodwill.
Brow beaded with sweat, screaming in horror.
Like in a rolling wave, lone boats retrograde, struggling to escape from this piece of land, which is about to become a terrifying city of Land of Death.
Witch assembly.
For many people, there are only horrible and evil events in the history books.
Now.
In the mist not far from them, it is getting worse.
In this World.
It may be difficult for people to recognize the dangers of some rare dark creatures and Evil God.
devil, Evil Spirit, witch.
These three are not among them.
For ordinary civilians, this is the most accessible and deadly symbol of the three evil forces in their lives.
Just like when I was young, I listened to my mother telling a horrible legend, then hid in the bed and watched the unpredictable darkness through the gaps.
Death, depression, fear, restlessness...
Negative emotions, like a well of malice, turn into primordial fear in the deepest part of people's hearts, and spread wildly among civilians.
However.
When all the civilians and reporters are fleeing wildly.
Amelia stood in a rush of crowds.
His eyes are over the crowded soldiers and demon-hunter, looking into the distance, hiding the horror and dark witch mist.
Grasp the camera tightly.
Cole ...
The body uncontrollably pushed away a fellow who was blocking the road, and followed the soldiers to the depths of the mist.
On the other side.
Under the support of Blood Flame·Secret Branch II.
Each time Cole leaped up, the ground under his feet would be trampled by a huge force, sink deep, and ignited by the Purgatory Fire, leaving behind a burning mud and gravel.
A tyrannical force that is several times higher than that of human beings, pushing his body, like a flat meteor, straddling the ground.
Under the hot scarlet long knife.
All the witches who tried to stop him were brutally chopped off their heads, or pinched their necks, and their skulls were pierced by Hidden Blades.
Even.
The bloated and huge servant of Evil Spirit has not had time to declare its tyranny and horror to this World.
At noon, it was already under the deafening gunfire.
Poke it like a balloon.
All the way to the Dark Crow Cavern, Cole lifts the head.
Look at the steps leading to the top of the cave.
Release the right hand.
A crimson empress pierced through the skull, and her body resembled a terrified attendant witch, falling to the ground.
This time.
Three young women dressed like noble ladies fell from the sky and stopped in front of Cole.
One of the witches, who wore a dark blue dress with a particularly sweet face, smiled, took a step forward, stopped at the entrance of the steps, and said to Cole in a threatening tone, "Master Dark Raven doesn’t want to See you now, Cole Walker.
And...she told me that she can’t kill you yet."