Chapter 473
Long night is like blood.
The imperial capital streets filled with gunpowder and rust are like mountains of corpses.
Long cruel battle.
Waste the physical strength and will of every resister.
The appearance of Cole Walker and Madeleine Pucci, although injecting a booster for the defense of Imperial Capital.
Temporarily intercepted the army in the Abyss of Anguish from the last line of defense on Third Avenue with absolutely bloody and cruel means of suppression.
But the fall of this city is still only a matter of time.
Ammunition and supplies are continuously consumed at a rate visible to naked eye.
Soldiers and demon-hunter use their lives to fill the gaps in the line of defense.
Even.
Some brave citizens also spontaneously joined the resistance team, using firearms to provide a meager strength, and sacrificed their lives just to delay a moment.
"Damn...you beasts!"
Behind the line of defense piled up by corpses.
A young soldier continuously pulled the bolt and poured bullets.
After firing the last bullet.
Reached out to the empty bullet bag.
face changed.
lifts the head in a hurry.
The reflection of the painful servant in his pupils rapidly expanded until the unresistible force knocked him head-on.
The soldiers let out their final roar and scream.
He stopped in front of him with his hands meaninglessly, struggling frantically.
eyes wide staring angrily, roaring hysterically, trying to avoid death.
next moment.
At the moment he thought death had come.
A strange force, turned into a naked eye, difficult to capture, like a wave of intangibles, spreading in the Imperial Capital at an extremely fast speed.
The area swept by the ripples.
All suffering slaves seem to have received some kind of mandatory order.
Stop the action all together.
Stay sluggishly in place, like a puppet, motionless.
The soldier who escaped by chance, let out short panic breathing, lay on the ground and moved backwards frantically, leaving the sculpture and stopping in front of him, even the bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl has been stretched out. The pain in the neck is a slave.
The same scene.
Performed in every corner of Imperial Capital.
The soldiers put down their rifles one after another, and there was still a panic in the connection. Seeing all the painful servants who stopped moving in front of them, looked at each other in blank dismay.
On the other side.
The purgatory windbreaker burned the blood all over the body.
Swing the long knife, threw away the blood drops on the knife.
Cole brows slightly wrinkle, kicking the painful servant who stopped in front of him, turned and looked towards the source of that strange power: Imperial Palace.
Step back cautiously.
Again, make sure that these grotesquely shaped ghosts, which are disgustingly shaped, will not suddenly burst.
Turn around.
Step towards the Imperial Palace.
Along the way.
The citizens who had taken refuge cast awe and admiration towards him, or greeted him kindly.
The soldier sees Cole.
They also stopped and saluted.
When passing by the headquarters of the Demon Hunting Group, a familiar silhouette squeezed through the crowd, with a camera hanging around his neck, trotting all the way, bumping into Cole head-on, giving him a tight hug.
"Thank God..."
The female reporter released her embrace.
I looked up into Cole's eyes and glanced at the strange sight in the distance, frowned, "Why did those things suddenly stop?"
Cole indifferently said, "You are alone. What about Vera?"
Amelia looked back and seemed to be looking for who, and explained, "Ms. Vera was transferred the day before yesterday to help defend other cities.
The Demoness you mentioned to me, Miss Hayley.
She brought me out, but she seems...passed away?"
Hayley · Jonny has always been mysterious Cole said, "Don't worry about her whereabouts, but if you want to know the answer, come with me."
Amelia was shocked and saw that Cole had passed her to the Imperial Walking towards Palace, he hurriedly picked up the camera and said, "Of course! Wait for me, Cole."
On the way.
Rody Singer and an unfamiliar female demon-hunter walked towards each other.
After meeting.
Without waiting for the introduction by the new permanent director of the Demon Hunting Group, Madely Pucci smiled and stretched out his right hand to Cole and said, "You must be the legendary Cole Walker Yes.
Medley Pucci, you should have heard of my name."
Cole let go of the opponent's hand, indifferently said, "Judgement Echelon."
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Medley smiled and moved her eyes to the female reporter.
The latter hurriedly extended his right hand, self-introduced, "Madley-sama, Amelia Green, a columnist for the Great Empire Daily."
Perhaps this powerful Peak The powerful demon-hunter has always been so.
Perhaps a woman's natural gossip heart.
Medley's left hand is akimbo.
A closer look at Amelia, jokingly said, "I know you, Mr. Cole Walker’s special columnist.
His gossip lover.
Well...If you are getting married someday, remember to send me an invitation."
When Roddy saw the female reporter standing in place with embarrassment, he coughed, said solemnly, "Master Madely, Lord Rolando is still in the Imperial Palace, let's not waste time."
In a sense.
Uh...
At least based on Rody Singer’s so many years of experience, the character of the twelve Judgement Echelon...including Cole · Judgement Echelon candidate Walker.
There seems to be something different from ordinary people.
Or...is this the prerequisite to become a qualified Judgement Echelon?
Throwing these unfathomable mystery weird ideas out of your head, Roddy walked in the forefront, and the four of them walked all the way into the Imperial Palace.
The study room where Queen Your Majesty approves the decree.
The desk lamp is dim.
Rolando stood alone in front of the window, holding a pure gold pocket watch in his hand.
I heard footsteps behind me.
I didn’t look back. After a while of silence, I said indifferently, "I didn’t expect you to come back, witch."
Medley frowned, responded, "You know I hate that nickname, Roland Many, the ghosts that stopped outside, did you do?"
At this time.
Rolando turned around slowly without responding.
His eyes swept across the four people, and finally stopped on Cole, like a well-bred noble gentleman, neither fast nor slow said, "Many years ago, Wink Valentier and you Same.
I walked out of Hydria intact.
I thought that the idiot who couldn’t support the wall would be the one who took the responsibility, or that he was My only candidate.
But until you show up, Cole Walker."
It seems to be reminiscing about the past a long time ago.
Open the pocket watch, glance down at the photo inside the cover, and then say, "For today, I have planned for thirty years.
sacrificed my wife.
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sacrificed my two children.
sacrificed hundreds of innocent people."
Cole took out a cigarette and took a deep breath, indifferently said "What do you want to say?"
Rolando replied, "The truth of Hydria, the real name of the Lord of Pain, Alcatel’s plan, these actually do not require you or the victims to investigate .
Because I knew it a long time ago.
In Calathon...No, it should be said that it chose me. The parasite on my chest is it. Traces left in the world."