Chapter 437
Time passes.
The earth and the sky are twisted, passing quickly like fluid.
Until the world in Cole's eyes, it freezes in the corridor of a hospital.
Under the pale light.
The tone is cold and empty.
Turn your head.
looked towards the window.
A white silhouette fell from the sky.
Bang——!
The loud noise is deafening.
The noise of broken glass broke the silence of the night.
Afterwards.
The evil force from hell is like someone kicking open the door of an aqua toilet roughly.
The screams of the souls of countless sinners are like the cry of the wind.
The stench of decay is permeating wanton.
Cole closes his eyes.
Under the perception of Spirit Realm of Seventh Sense, a burning vortex leading to eternal suffering and torture stretched out the arms of the dead.
Densely packed.
Stubbornly grabbed Isabella Dodson’s soul and dragged her into hell.
It's like a focusing lens that zooms in quickly.
Isabella’s soul, at the last moment when she left the world, stared longingly into Cole’s eyes and whispered, "Tell her, I am not suicide..."
After a short time.
Everything is calm.
Cole turns off Seventh Sense.
Stand on the spot and light a cigarette.
According to the description of system, combined with what is happening right now, the death of Isabella Dodson should be unstoppable.
Or rather...as a pawn in the hands of God.
Even if it is a moment early to save her.
This pious woman will still indulge in the destiny arranged by God in various ways, trying to end her life time and time again.
Fell into hell.
Remove the body protection symbol.
That graffiti that burned badly.
Although the feeling of life passing, after getting it, it weakened a bit.
But the prefix of Daoist, in this brief moment, is particularly ironic.
No surprises.
This thing is what Isabella left behind.
The deadly night.
The loud noise awakened the sleeping doctors and patients.
They left the ward and lay on the corridor window, looking towards the female corpse floating in the pool after falling from the building in horror.
The nurse who is anxious to call the police.
Stumbled.
The security guard who came after hearing the news was shocked, and followed the doctor to rush downstairs, trying to save the woman's lost life.
A scene where an ordinary person reacts normally after encountering death.
In Cole's eyes, it suddenly became weird, absurd and chaotic.
The world turns upside down and rotates.
Noisy discussions and exclaims, mixed with sharp buzzing, penetrate into the eardrum and soul, covering all perceptions, making people fall into madness.
Until...
The crisp sound of the hard-soled leather shoes stepping on the corridor was abruptly and clearly passed into his ears.
Fuzzy's sight.
An elegant man wearing a striped suit with a golden back, tossed a coin in his hand, smiled, and a dark red light spot appeared in the depths of his pupils.
Slow motion like bullet time.
Step forward, over his side.
Afterwards.
Full of malicious whispers, like someone lying on the ear, launching an endless intrusion.
"Don't be nosy, Cole · Walker..."
Cole spit out a mouthful of turbid smoke.
Just a little concentrates one's mind.
The tyrannical unyielding will instantly conceal the evil forces.
Turn around.
The indifferent tone that lacks emotional fluctuations, like the sentence of Death God.
"Do you want to leave now? Balthazar."
The half-blood devil stopped in place.
There is no aloof and remote attitude when threatening a certain demon-hunter at all.
Look back.
With an awkward but polite smile, he said, "Good evening, my dear."
The voice fell.
Just run away without looking back!
Cole cursed secretly, threw away the cigarette, smashed the security guard in front of him, and rushed to chase after him!
The two rushed into the fire escape that lacked lights.
Heavy and messy footsteps echo constantly in the darkness.
Bang——!
Bump against the wall.
The man groaned in pain.
Under the dim moonlight.
The fight that took place in the narrow staircase was fierce and fatal.
Cole kicked Balthazar.
The latter is staggered, staggering against the wall.
The dignified face twitched, gnashing teeth, his expression suddenly became fierce.
Use supernatural power to push the demon-hunter away.
The body twisted and jumped high in a posture that violated the rules of physics, and sat on Cole's body with both hands tightly pinching his neck.
The breathing is messy, the sound of rage, the loss of elegance, and even the original low tone of devil is exposed, threatening, "You know?
I want to kill you, like a crush It's as simple as dying an insect!
demon-hunter!"
The only person who responded to him was the crimson queen with blood flames.
Cut off the hands holding the throat.
Through the chest.
The mixed-blood devil froze for a while, first glanced at the wound indifferently, then looked down at Cole's eyes, and finally grinned, and said, "It seems...you are not terrifying like the rumors.
p>demon-hunter."
There is one thing.
Cole must admit.
The first time I met a mixed-blood devil, this strange hybrid breed, its strange characteristics, indeed exceeded his expectations.
The evil force hidden under the human bloodline is not easy to find, with some weird qualities that are slightly more peaceful than pure devil.
So that it can disturb his perception.
Far beyond the physical strength of mortals.
Unlike other dark creatures, facing the power of the blood flame, it breaks with one touch.
The voice fell.
The broken hands of the mixed blood devil regenerate rapidly at a speed visible to naked eye.
During this period, no drop of blood flowed out.
When he tried to kill him and completely killed the man in this legend, Satan was also helpless.
Some strange powders that exude the power of angels.
Incorporate into the secret technique of massacre.
The scarlet outer flame transforms into pure holy gold.
Poke into the abdomen of the mixed devil and cut it fiercely.
The dark green blood of Datan is surging and splashing!
Balthazar's eyes widened, screamed in pain, backed up continuously, hit the wall heavily, and fell down.
Press the hard-to-heal wound with both hands.
lifts the head.
Looking up at Cole's cold, condescending gaze, he smiled inexplicably, seemingly unconvinced, gasping for breath said, "Wow... you killed angels.
And use them Corpse, as a weapon.
This is really surprising to me.
But you are not afraid of God, the Old Guy, come to trouble you?"
Cole did not respond.
Kick him, slam on his left arm, indifferently said, "You are the first devil who dared to resist me, Balthazar, your courage is commendable.
Losing your left hand as a reward, isn’t it too much?"
Balthazar smiled indifferently and said sarcastically, "If you mean the power of the lower angel, hehe...I think, tomorrow morning, I can eat pizza with this hand."
Faced with ridicule.
Cole smiled at him rare.
A bony dagger, held abruptly in the right hand.
Also in this brief moment.
The mixed-race devil who perceives the powerful power of the angel of death Samael is like a wild dog that encounters a natural enemy, his face changed wildly, and madly yelled, "This is impossible! How can that thing...no no no , Wait! Ah——!"
The blade of the wings of the angel of death.
Balthazar cut off Balthazar's left hand arbitrarily.
This horror is enough to slaughter the wrathful power of Archangel and Satan in hell.
It is like the decay and decline of all things.
The wound on the wrist quickly spread to the left arm and even the entire shoulder!
Mixed-blood devil, a large amount of flesh and blood turned into ashes, and disappeared in its miserable cry.