Chapter 442
ka-cha ——
Boom——!
The bullet is loaded.
The flames of killing splashed.
The second mixed breed, a large group of blood mist burst out of his chest and flew out.
The four surviving mixed races happened to escape the range of the saboteur shotgun and rushed in front of him.
baring fangs and brandishing claws.
One of them raised a dagger, and the barrel was fierce towards his heart.
Cole took a step back and released the saboteur shotgun, the blood-flaming Crimson Queen popped out of her sleeve, attaching the blade of mortal blood.
Violently cut off the opponent's right arm holding a knife.
With the other hand from bottom to top, the slender blade of the Scarlet Queen pierced through the jaw of the mixed race and pierced the back of the head.
Sleeve sword shrinks.
Kick the dying hybrid.
Yu Guang caught a glimpse of another close hybrid.
With arms crossed in front of his face, he blocked the metal baseball bat that was swung over.
ka-cha ——
The sound of left forearm fracture is also like a sharp pain in the heart, crisp and ear-piercing.
The huge force pushed Cole's body backwards continuously. The flame of the purgatory trench coat became extremely unstable at the moment he was injured and suddenly extinguished.
The other two mixed races took the opportunity to raise his arms from behind with a grinning grin.
After paying three lives.
Finally succeeded.
One of them yelled excitedly in Cole's ear, splashing with saliva, and said, "What kind of spicy chicken demon-hunter? Are you him a bunch of shit!
We will do it now Kill you!"
With one enemy and many.
Close to death on the street.
Any situation can happen.
As they thought, Cole was already dead.
If it weren't for the traits of a hybrid species that is immune to blood flames and noon time, it also has devil's powerful physical and supernatural powers beyond ordinary people.
And six of them appeared.
It's less than five meters away from Cole.
They will all become dying creatures screaming when they can't even walk in front of the demon-hunter.
The guy holding the baseball bat grinned.
Throw away the stick and take out a short blade.
It's like a gangster on the street.
The voice was distorted with excitement, and the ghost shouted, "Go to hell! Bastard!"
For Devil.
demon-hunter Cole · Walker, is a terrifying guy like a nightmare.
Now.
This legendary great character is about to die in its hands.
Even if Satan comes in person.
I guess I can't restrain the excitement in my heart and laugh out loud.
Quickly rushed to Cole, trying to pierce his neck, a critical strike.
Cole's left forearm was hit by a metal baseball bat, and it was completely broken.
Severe pain.
Genetic instinct after injury to material lifeform.
The brief interruption of his spirit caused the purgatory windbreaker to go out.
If you change to someone else.
I was confronted by two burly men, and he was a strong man with a devil bloodline. He set up his body and was absolutely impossible to resist.
It's a pity.
These filthy mixed races are happily too early.
The guy with the knife.
The moment of approach.
Cole kicked the ground hard and kicked his chest!
The huge reaction force pushed him and the two mixed races back continuously, hitting the shop window on the side of the street.
At the same time the guy holding his right arm lost his center of gravity.
Cole pulled out his right arm.
The flexible body, the gorgeous fighting posture, and the man who looks tall, strong, and cumbersome at all do not match.
The Scarlet Queen pops up.
On the way the mixed race on the right side of the body fell to the ground, cut off its throat.
The left hand is fixed in the arm of another mixed race.
Leap up.
The body is upside down.
The legs are curved, and the windbreaker swings through the air.
In the air.
The eyes of the two collided.
The demon-hunter is ruthless.
The mixed race is sluggish and shocked.
Time seems to stop in this brief moment.
The sharp blade of the Scarlet Queen cut into its eye sockets horizontally.
Dark green blood oozes out of the skin.
Afterwards.
Time starts to flow.
Cole landed.
Blood soars in the eyes and sockets of the mixed race!
He knelt down heavily, put his hands in front of his eyes, and let out a heartbreaking cry of pain!
"My eyes...my eyes—ah—"
In the distance.
The only surviving mixed species, in this brief moment.
Finally understand.
Why Cole Walker, the demon-hunter of unknown origin, is a terrifying nightmare for them.
The rumors are not exaggerated at all.
Even, he once thought that those terrifying rumors against demon-hunter were not enough to describe his true terrifying point!
Sit down on the ground.
Fear dominates the mind, and the body trembles non-stop, without the aggressiveness just now.
The muzzle of the black hole of justice and trial was reflected in the pupil, and he yelled in his heart: that bastard Balthazar...
Throw away the dagger, and ran away.
After a gunshot.
The mixed breed groaned, staggered two steps, and fell on the street.
This is not over yet.
Take out the wings of the angel of death.
Allow the mixed race who fell to the ground, exchange it with a temptation...or, crying bitterly pleading, begging the demon-hunter to let them go.
Bone dagger or through the throat.
Or pierce the heart.
The corpse of the mixed race turns into rotten foul green pus, flowing on the street.
Until he stops at the farthest point.
After being shot, there is still a breath of mixed race in front of him.
"No...please don't do this! We are also instructed by Balthazar. For Satan's sake, demon-hunter, let go of my humble life.
I am willing to..."
The expression of horror and the trembling voice of fear ceased abruptly.
Cole was expressionless, pulling out the wings of the angel of death that penetrated his throat.
Bring out a ray of dark green blood.
Kick down the corpse of the mixed race.
Shake the broken left arm, right hand squeeze the wrist, endure the piercing pain, press hard to help the broken bones grow together again.
After a while.
Standing next to the corpse of the mixed-blood devil, take out a cigarette.
Frown and light.
I have never experienced the joy and joy of surviving after a death fight.
The expression is as cold as ever.
There is no emotional fluctuation.
Like a seasoned hunter who goes out hunting, he slaughtered a few animals on a whim.
Take a deep breath.
Put his left hand in his pocket and walk away.
Afterwards.
The system hint sounds.
'Second task, completed. '
'Balthazar, and the boss behind it, originally wanted to take this opportunity to teach you a profound lesson. It is best to kill you completely and let your soul fall into hell.
In fact.
It seems that you have left a deep lesson to them. '
'Reward: Demon Slaughter Grenade. '
'You have obtained the recipe for the slaughter grenade. The item cannot be transferred and is for your personal use only. '
[Devil Slaughter Grenade: An explosive mixed with angel remains. Using it, it can cause great damage and suppression effects on devil and hybrid devil.
An inventor: Why not call it an exorcism bomb? What a joke! This kind of trivial name is not worthy of my masterpiece! ]
The rain gradually stopped.
Cole walked on an uninhabited street, and the purgatory windbreaker ignited some fine flames.
Steam dry damp clothes.
Throw away the cigarette butts.
If nothing else, Constantine should have also been attacked by devil...