Chapter 470
The same voice and words.
Repeat it over and over again.
Claulia sneered, "Stupid and arrogant.
A group of dirty vampires and dark creatures also tried to build a nation. This is what I have heard in my life. The funniest joke."
hearing this.
Alanka frowned, turned her head and stared at him suspiciously, and said for a moment in silence, "Aren't you a vampire?"
Claulia looked straight into her eyes , The indifferent tone is full of oppression, full of hatred and disgust.
"Demon-hunter, you can call my name directly, or you can think of me as a mixed human with impure bloodline, but don't let me hear the term vampire, understand?"
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Her answer made Yalanka even more puzzled.
But the other party has said so...
Frowning, no longer respond.
The topic is terminated.
The carriage fell into a dull silence.
Only the old engine of the car, using the last waste heat, roars constantly.
In the passenger seat.
Jalanka glanced at Cole's profile from time to time.
Many days ago, it was after the Golden Port incident ended.
She is very sure that she has fallen in love with this guy hopelessly.
To be honest.
Who would not like such a powerful and handsome demon-hunter?
Even more how, he also saved his life.
But the reality is.
The relationship between him and the Dark Raven Witch, former demon-hunter Penny · Seranda is well known all over the world.
At the same time, there is an ambiguous big reporter Amelia, and a strange woman who is suspected of being a witch and calling herself Demoness.
The times are troubled.
The sudden appearance of Cole made Yalanka inexplicably produce such a strange idea of fate.
If you don’t say something now.
There may be some things, she can only take it into the coffin.
Organize his thoughts, turned his head and looked towards Cole, looking straight at his profile, with a calm tone, as if what I was talking about at the moment was not a red-faced confession of truth, but a trivial matter that could no longer be normal .
"Cole, I think...I might fall in love with you."
If Cole is in the position of a playboy like Carl at this time, he will never refuse The true love confession of a beautiful woman like Jalanka Dush.
At least, not physically.
After saying this sentence.
Yalanka rolled down the car window, put her arm on the edge of the window, let the harsh cold wind blow on her white face, her dark red hair drifted in the wind, as if she had fulfilled a wish. Smile and look into the distance.
Same as in this dark age.
The shaky destiny of everyone.
Perhaps.
in this brief moment.
Jalanka's performance can be regarded as a relatively normal person with personal desire to express emotions.
Perhaps.
From the moment Cole embarked on the road of demon-hunter, from the moment Claulia embarked on the road of revenge, to some extent, normal people’s lives had already gone against them.
Long time.
Cole breathed out the smoke and dust, indifferently said, "You will die."
Yalanka turned her head.
The two eyes face each other.
The beautiful woman with some small freckles on her nose seemed to have a gentle and soothing strange power, saying, "If I don't say it, maybe today, there will be no chance again. "
The little girl Nina looked at the three people in the car ignorantly.
She can understand the expression of love, but she cannot understand why the beautiful elder sister sitting in the front row would say such things.
Is it past today.
Can’t you talk tomorrow?
At the same time.
Imperial Capital headquarters of the hunting group.
Rolando Ugg alone stood in the office on the top floor, holding the pure gold pocket watch that would never leave in his hand, gloomy eyes through the window, staring at the hurrying citizens below, With devastated streets.
Suddenly.
A piercing pain from the heart made his face that has not changed all the year round, becoming distorted.
Take a piece of medicine from the pocket of your jacket and vest and take it with water.
After a while.
Pain relief.
And this pain seemed to remind him of the tragic years.
He hasn't laughed for many years, and the corners of his mouth are inexplicably curved.
Reach out.
Opening the cover of the pocket watch, his eyes fell on the black and white photo inside.
When he was young, Rolando wore a uniform of a demon-hunter intern, with his head upright, high-spirited and vigorous, and a confident smile.
Beside him, there is a young girl who is also wearing an intern uniform, with curly hair and beautiful eyes, and a sweet smile.
Long staring at the photo.
Place his left hand on the evil sarcoma in his chest, and repeat the words that he has said to himself countless times with a voice that only he can hear.
"It's not the time yet, the lord of pain...now...it's not the time..."
...
Day trip Western Mountain.
Night is approaching gradually.
At this moment, everyone who is still fully living in this world, slightly relieved, begins to tighten again.
They know.
The servants of the Lord of Pain, after the sun has completely set, will invade their homes again.
In Imperial Capital.
The Imperial Army closely arranged the defense lines, erected defensive roadblocks, machine guns and cannons at important street junctions.
The accompanying demon-hunter also began to adjust his state, fill his stomach, and sort out weapons and ammunition.
The headquarters responsible for commanding the front lines.
The ringing of the telephone and the sound of the telegram interweave a busy picture.
Everyone is trying their best to resist tonight, even if he is just the most ordinary and ordinary operator.
Because they know.
The soldiers and demon-hunter on the front are desperately trying.
Any slack and escape will only make their blood flow in vain.
Everyone has a tight nerve in their heart.
The Imperial Palace.
Baptism that has experienced countless wars.
Has been invaded by the Dark World countless times.
As a symbol of the empire's spirit, the elderly queen once again refused the cabinet and the hunting group's request for asylum, and led the whole family to lead a regular and simple life as usual.
Just like her national speech yesterday.
If Dark World really conquered this World, conquered this country.
Then, they would be the first to step on the bodies of her and the entire Imperial Family.
Forced by helplessness.
The rumors and the distracted cabinet can only brace oneself. Under the iron-blooded wrists of the prime minister and the highest commander of the imperial military, they stick to the Imperial Capital without retreating.
Night is coming.
The soldiers are perfused all over.
I stared at the end of the street that was long, shrouded in the dark night.
Suddenly.
There was a sudden sound of subtle but densely packed footsteps that made everyone's scalp numb.
The officer in charge of swallowed saliva stationed at the intersection, stared at the end of the street with wide eyes, raised his right hand and shouted, "All weapons are loaded!"
Qi There was a clicking sound.
When the first deformed alien species appeared under the dim street lamp.
The officer’s pupils shrank suddenly, a wisp of cold sweat quickly slid down his temples, put down his right hand, angrily roared in a hysterical voice, "fire--!"