Chapter 467
Natural disasters.
Death.
Conquer.
The tycoon of Dark World, the way of the Scourge.
Similar to this night, a large-scale alienation event occurred within the scope of the world.
The king of vampire, Alcatel, and the Lord of Suffering, Uné Zakue Zinehel formed an alliance, planning for more than four hundred years, after the failure of Karadeshan.
Relying on the enclosed mountains of Hydria, and the great maritime colonial era that opened three hundred years ago, the seeds of alienation were hidden in the bloodline of the believers and spread to the world.
And now.
The evil night eclipses the soul.
The seed of evil is rooted in flesh and blood, blossoming and bearing fruit, giving birth to one after another, servants of the abyss of suffering.
They wantonly slaughter in the world.
Sowing fear and despair, bringing misery and death.
This night.
Destined to become a scar of suffering, staying forever in the long history of mankind.
This night, it is also destined to create an era in which people unyielding struggle, sway their blood to compose an epic elegy, and heroes are born in large numbers.
A generation of legends born the strongest.
...
Bonn City.
Cole can't remember how much the long knife in his hand broke.
At his feet.
Mountain corpses are piled high.
The tide of blood, under the trampled feet, fluctuates violently.
Finally.
When the last alienated monster fell under his feet.
A sharp hiss, suddenly resounded through Heaven and Earth.
As if there are endless alien species, in this brief moment, all stopped together, like a pack of wolves echoing the wolves, screaming in unison.
When the same came, they crowded together and quickly retreated.
Dawn is not here yet.
Broken street lights, rays of light are dead.
Only the roaring Hell Raging Flames, baring fangs and brandishing claws, are burning blazingly behind Cole.
Grasp the handle of the long knife.
Even if it was him, he finally felt a very intense fatigue, which was the fatigue that went straight to the soul, knocking down his tall body.
Stagger forward, holding the long knife, one-knee kneels.
In the eyes.
Under the shaking rays of light of purgatory, his face has long been drowned in muddy blood.
The endless killings brought numbness and made his consciousness fall into a brief period of chaos and sluggishness.
This time.
A small hand, tugging on his sleeve, stretched out timidly on his face, wiping blood stains.
Deadly silent.
In the reflection of the fluctuating blood, the little girl has already shed the last tear of horror, her immature face is as numb and indifferent.
The crying voice is no longer innocent, and he said softly, "Mother told me before, if I have a nightmare, open my eyes.
In that way, I won’t be afraid. "
Cole did not respond.
In the pool of blood on the weak kneeling, even the hand holding the knife loosened at this brief moment.
I don't know how long it has passed.
Perhaps one minute.
Perhaps a thousand years.
A pair of black high heels, dispelling the sea of blood, suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
The slender legs are white, round and straight.
She leaned down, hugged Cole gently, and whispered, "Will you fall too? Cole."
It was like the first time they met.
Cole hugged the woman who collapsed on the ground.
Familiar voice.
Awaken the demon-hunter's numb nerves.
The dry and itchy throat made the same indifferent voice as before, "Seranda."
But all this.
It seems to be just an illusion.
Cole lifts the head.
In front of him is still a sea of dead mountains and blood, and the gloomy and silent night.
The only difference.
A red-eyed crow landed on a dead man’s arm and looked at him quietly.
Maybe the mission has been completed.
Maybe it is the bloody murderous breath of demon-hunter, which makes it feel terrified and unfamiliar.
The crow stretched its wings, embraced freedom and the sky, wandered around the dead mountain, and gradually disappeared into the distant night.
took a deep breath.
Cole supports his body to stand up.
Slightly shaking hands, lit a cigarette.
After exhaling the turbid smoke, indifferently said, "Are you alive?"
The little girl on her back whispered, "en."
Following.
The purgatory windbreaker evaporates and burns the blood all over the body, and Cole steps forward, following the guidance of the blood contract, and walks far away along the street.
Twenty minutes later.
An abandoned manor on the outskirts of Born.
Claulia Joland, the former vampire Nachisus, screamed and fell on the black and white marble floor in the hall.
With blood on the corners of his mouth, he raised his head suddenly.
The pitch-black eyes that hated him, staring at the end of the stairs.
One hand is behind him.
Like an emperor, a man of aloof and remote.
The former father, the current enemy, Uroli IX.
Even though her anger is more bursting and hot than the erupting volcano, she faces an absolute bloodline suppression and a gap between her hard power.
Her revenge is more like being beaten and tortured unilaterally.
After all.
In the eyes of Urol IX and other clansman.
She is just an impure hybrid, a dirty bastard with human bloodline.
Strength.
Speed.
reaction ability.
There is no comparison with the absolute noble pureblood.
Uroli IX was just like when Cole met him for the first time. He was cold, with a slightly raised chin, condescendingly overlooking his former daughter, indifferently said, "You disappoint me too much, even if you have that The power of demon-hunter's sequence is still so weak, humble and pitiful.
Your actions have humiliated the blood of Uroli, Nachisus.
In order to survive And revenge.
To voluntarily serve a human being as the lord of the blood contract, abandon his real name, and use a lowly human name.
I have had enough of your boring revenge game, daughter , It's time for me to end it myself..."
The words are not finished yet.
As he was about to put himself to death, this bastard who dared to betray Uroli's noble bloodline, there was a sudden sound of footsteps on the marble floor of leather shoes.
Compared with a mouthful of nobility and lowliness.
The reaction of Uroli IX when he heard the wind and fled, in this brief moment, seemed more real.
I personally deduce a funny scene: Hard-mouthed first place, I am the best at running.
Because he knows.
The Lord of the Blood Pact of Nachisus is here.
The terrifying guy who has several points of fear even if it is Alcatel.
Cole stepped into this vampire residence...or a minimalist palace.
Claulia bit her lip and slumped on the ground, her eyes full of hatred and pain.
Even if she has some of the power of the Lord of the Blood Contract, she is still too weak, so weak that without the arrival of the Lord of the Blood Contract, not only would she not be able to complete her revenge, but she would almost die here.
Get up hard.
Turning his back to Cole, coldly said, "I am like a funny clown, right?"
Her voice didn't get a response.
Then he turned his head, looked directly into Cole's eyes, and said blankly, "Sooner or later I will kill him myself..."
Speaking of which.
The former vampire's tone paused slightly, leaned over and picked up the long knife on the ground, put on a serious, serious tone, looked directly at Cole again, and said firmly, "...with a demon- hunter, as a human, completely kill him.
For my hatred.
For the mother I never met."