Chapter 371
Three days later.
Early morning.
January 21, 1836 in the new calendar.
Vera · Morgan is standing in front of the hospital window, holding a copy of the latest Great Empire daily newspaper in his hand.
Front page headlines.
A black and white photo of a prisoner executed by hanging is eye-catching.
Is it the sixth batch of executed witch hunt bureaucrats?
Although the girl doesn't understand politics, she can still feel that this time the liquidation, the empire and the hunting group, will definitely not be the same as during the internal investigation.
End hastily.
Turn the newspaper to the second page.
A report on Horch Sieg's joint military industry only occupies a very small space, accompanied by a black and white photo.
Printed scenes of workers working on construction sites.
Others may not know.
But as a member of the Morgan family, she knew very well that it must be the people from Horch Industries who contacted the workers' representatives who had been laid off before the march was launched.
Finally, quietly resolved the crisis.
But she doesn't care much about these things.
It seems that I wanted to find some reports about Cole in the newspaper, but unfortunately, I went through the newspaper without mentioning it.
Yesterday.
She originally went to the special department to report and was going to return to work.
I was told by Miss Shane that Cole had gone out to investigate a case secretly.
Think of this.
The girl squeezed the newspaper slightly, and the name of a big devil came to her mind: the greedy Martinus.
sighed then said.
I was about to go to work in the Demon Hunting Group, but when someone suddenly opened her door, she said in a hurry, "Ms. Vera! Just now the institute called. Odd...Mr. Sean woke up! "
"Wake up?! Go get ready for the car! I have to go and see him."
The girl's face was suddenly happy, and she dropped the newspaper and hurried out.
On the other side.
Rolando Ugg and Cole came to a sacrifice site for evil worship.
This abandoned apartment building has experienced a fire.
The corridors and rooms are blackened everywhere, and the walls are ruined.
The furniture is only a tattered frame.
Like human bones scattered on the ground.
Perhaps because of the side by side during the Dark Raven Witch incident.
Rolando's attitude is much more gentle than the first time I met.
"This place originally belonged to a cult organization. After I found out the location, all the cultists locked themselves in it and burned them alive.
Maybe I wanted the soul to get that. Guy favors."
Squatted down, picked up a bone, his face sank, and said, "Cole, are you really going to hell to find that bastard?
I can’t do this kind of behavior. Describe with danger.
Describe with Wink’s original words: Is your brain burned out by Seranda’s affairs."
Cole took out the justice trial and held it in his mouth. Smoke, pull out the ordinary silver bullet magazine, then take out a brand new magazine, press in the silver bullets mixed with the remains of the angels one by one, frowned, "using one hundred and twenty pages of documents, and sequence secrets , You who threatened the trial court, are you crazy?"
Rolando did not respond.
Take a step back, take out the pure gold pocket watch, and say, "You have fifteen minutes. Once the time limit is exceeded, the entrance of hell to the world is closed, and you will never be able to leave there."
Pulling out the long knife, Cole walked into the center of the sacrifice ceremony and dripped blood on it, indifferently said, "Fifteen minutes, killing a big devil is enough."
The purgatory windbreaker started suddenly combustion.
The terrifying huge illusory shadow of the mourning candlestick emerges behind Cole.
Look at each other with Roland's solemn gaze. Under the influence of the hell extraditionist's characteristics, a gate leading to hell, like countless Evil Spirit stacked and twisted gates, appeared in front of him.
Take it one step at a time.
next moment.
The soul and flesh are squeezed and folded by irresistible dimensional rules.
The consciousness is stripped out of the body.
It seems that ten thousand years have passed, and it seems just a moment.
After Cole's perception returned to his body, the scene in front of him was no longer an abandoned building where the ceremony was sacrificed.
The malice that permeates the air forever, turns into the gloom and mist that can be seen by naked eye, obscuring the sight.
The dim light and absolute silence are terrifying.
The earth is like nourishment, cracked, withered, and bones all over the earth as it has never experienced rain for thousands of years.
The huge execution frame for punishing sinners, the ghost shadow stands in the foul mist.
Occasionally, I can hear it, just like the wailing and crying from the far side, fascinating.
It was also the moment Cole set foot in hell.
One after another, the perception of harboring malicious intentions fell on him.
Devil's whispering whispers, like the voices of countless sinners overlapping everything, mournful, invading the soul and corroding the will.
Until.
A voice that Cole is very familiar with quietly appeared in his ear.
"Cole Walker, hehe.
Really didn't expect, how dare you come to hell alone? Is it because Miss Seranda's sincere love touched you like the stone ...I almost forgot.
Ms. Seranda is now the noble Dark Raven Witch.
Um...Is it in this world that the demon-hunter and the witch are going to be staged again? Is there a love-hate entanglement? I am desperate to see the scene where you killed her with your own hands, or she killed you with her own hands.
That must be more than holding a barbecue party in a crematorium Interesting."
Cole looked all around.
It is certain that the place where the soul of the wizard was taken last time was not the place of the greedy Martinus.
Spit out the cigarette.
Turn on Seventh Sense.
In an instant, Cole's consciousness sank into the spiritual world.
It seems to be separated by a water curtain.
On the ground of dilapidated nothingness, look through the evil spirits and wraith wandering in the wilderness.
A humanoid creature with a bowler hat and a small dress and a fat body, like a gray-skinned frog, stands not far from him, under a dead tree with dead people.
It seems to be aware of Cole's gaze.
He took off his top hat, bent over slightly, said with a smile, "I met for the first time, Cole · Walker, how is my territory..."
Maybe it thinks , As long as you keep your distance, even if Cole has the terrifying weapon that can kill devil, it can’t help it.
Even.
You can make fun of this mortal who has overestimate one's capabilities.
However.
Behind the rugged revolver, pointed straight at the back of his head.
The god-killing mode is turned on, which is like a terror interference to the spiritual world.
The greedy Martinus complexion greatly changed, cry out in surprise, "That's not a mortal weapon...you--"
Suddenly.
Its pair of frogs were quiet, and their pupils shrank suddenly.
Drive the Evil Spirit who serves it, swarming, trying to stop Cole's dangerous move.
In his heart, he cursed, that damn demon-hunter, when he didn't follow his routine, wanted to escape, but it was too late.
The distance between the physical and spiritual realms is meaningless after being aimed at by the weapon that had been executed by Michael the Archangel.
When Cole's angry willpower turned into a monstrous anger, it broke out.
in this brief moment.
All the darkness of hell has been torn to pieces by the brutal and unreasonable!
The gazes of harboring malicious intentions seem to have encountered terrifying natural enemies and left Cole's side as if they were fleeing.
Until a terrified and direct death scream, spread throughout the hell!
"Cole · Walker, you can't do this! Ah——"