Chapter 477
The cigarette falls to the ground.
The muzzle of the black hole of justice is aimed at vampire's head.
Pull the trigger.
The scarlet flame came out of the mouth.
A bullet entrained the blood of Undead, pierced through the head, and brought out the big pool of blood.
The messenger from the kingdom of darkness fell to the ground in response, and the corpse ignited like a cruel blood rose in full bloom.
With absolute blood and killing.
Explained the attitude of demon-hunter to Dark World.
Tough and violent methods.
It is also like a pair of big hands, in this brief moment, strangling the necks of everyone in the room, making their throats tighten.
Under such a tense situation where the human camp is fully confronted with Dark World.
No one would have thought.
Cole will shoot directly to destroy the messenger of the dark kingdom, the servant of the king of vampire.
Absolutely irreconcilable!
Death silence, permeated the crowd.
Some reporters and independent writers who are aware of the cruelty of reality and are completely different from what he imagined, looked at each other in blank dismay, with cold sweat on their foreheads.
When facing life and death, a person can truly see his heart.
Compared to the first-hand explosive news.
Perhaps the safety of life is more important.
Many reporters did not say a word, or backed quietly.
Or under the gaze of the peers with different looks, he hurriedly put away the camera and turned away dingyly.
A moment of effort.
On the grasslands that were originally overcrowded, only sparsely remained. Some people who insisted on professional ethics or certain beliefs stayed in place.
At the cost of their lives, we will deliver the truest truth to this World.
Some officials who accompanied the Queen.
You also began to say a word to me, using various reasons to dissuade her from leaving this dangerous place that may die at any time.
But the only person who responded to them was the queen Your Majesty, who was nearly seventy years old, with a serious silence on her face.
Suddenly.
It's like the erosion of Dark World to the world.
The howling cold wind, with heavy dark clouds, is rolling from the far horizon in a depressing to breathless posture.
Dense freezing rain.
The patter falls.
The silent pasture, and everyone is watching silently.
Dense dark blood shadows, at an extremely fast speed, all reached the edge of the grass field.
One vampire after another, out of the shadows.
Appeared under the eyes of everyone.
In the distance.
Evil Spirit and Banshee, like a dense swarm of insects, screamed souls that frightened everyone and surrounded a woman.
Slowly land.
Her skin showed a sickly jaundice color.
Wearing a long black dress for the funeral.
The gray hair is set behind his head, and the pure white pupils in the pure gray eyeballs are chilling.
Afterwards.
A thin hand suddenly stretched out to the ground.
The soil is shaking.
In the eyes of everyone with fear and trepidation,
A ulcerated body, scars on his face, black and purple mouths dripping with saliva, wearing a torn dark blue school uniform, A boy who walks hesitantly like a puppet.
Same as a corpse crawling out of the grave.
Limp across a crowd of vampires.
Stopped by the witch, looked at the four Judgement Echelon standing in the distance, and finally stopped at Cole's body, grinning, revealing dense fangs and black stickiness.
With devil's unique hoarse and overlapping voice, he said, "Cole · Walker, huh... (gasping voice)
What a powerful soul.
No wonder Alcatel is so interested in you."
The woman standing next to him opened a small black-and-white parasol, and her voice was like a nightingale's whisper, which was intriguing.
"His soul belongs to me, old bastard."
The young devil, who is changing, is preparing to ridicule her overestimate one's capabilities.
A red-eyed crow suddenly flew in front of them.
After landing.
It turned into a cloud of rising black smoke.
Afterwards.
A woman that everyone is very familiar with, she walked out in various ways.
"Everyone wants to have his soul, Shirley, but it must not be you."
Meet Seranda.
devil sneered, sneered, "A stupid who refused the invitation of the Scourge Party members even dared to appear in front of us.
The power of the Witch Crown of Despair is not as powerful as you think. , Little fellow."
At this moment.
On behalf of the Dark World, the evil thing that appears in the land of the deathmatch.
Each is a terrifying existence that leaves a hideous scar in human history.
The Plague Witch, Cherie Cursed Blood.
The Demon God of hell, the one who can't call his name directly, Narella, the Seed of Nightmare.
Lord of Despair Witch Crown, Weeping Eye, Dark Crow Witch Penny · Seranda.
They appear in.
Although Judgement Echelon and the Demon Hunter had expected it, three natural disaster levels appeared at once... No, plus Alcatel, there are four evil things of natural disaster level.
Even Medley Pucci has gradually become facial expression grave, as if facing an enemy.
After all.
These guys can't be dealt with in a small amount of trouble.
One handled carelessly.
No one can bear the consequences.
For the recent birth of the Dark Crow Witch, the economic loss of Dongdor City is not counted, but the number of deaths is as high as 100,000.
For ordinary dark creatures.
Maybe they need to do it themselves, the torture of one by one, kill humans and vent their hatred of human anger.
But for these existences.
Just simply walk through a city street, as long as they are willing, the residents on both sides will never survive.
Boom——
Thunder rang out.
The atmosphere of the grass field fell into deathly silence after the real leader of Dark World appeared one after another.
The reporters discovered in horror.
No matter how they use the camera to record the terrifying scene that happened before their eyes, the photos they get are only pitch black or fuzzy ghost shadows.
The only Amelia who recorded the true face of Demon God in hell.
I heard many people whisper in her ear inexplicably.
Wrinkled frowned.
Looking around all around, it is clear that no one is talking around, these voices...
Suddenly.
She was always in her bag, and the dagger Cole gave him gave him a strong vibration.
The female reporter hurriedly took it out of her bag and held it in her hand.
This time.
Those strange whispers suddenly disappeared again, until she lifted the head, the teenager who noticed the devil change, faint smile kept staring at her.
The kind of momentary panic when the head is cold to the toes, and the hair is standing upside down.
Suddenly she screamed, stepped back two steps, and fell to the ground.
Suddenly move.
The colleagues who attracted all around looked at her one after another.
At the same time, it also attracted Cole's attention.
Amelia stood up with the help of others, smiled reluctantly, and signaled that she was okay.
Cole turned back.
His eyes collided with Narero, the Seed of Nightmare.
The latter grinned defiantly.
It is also at this time.
The other protagonist of the death fight and the gambling agreement, carrying a long knife, rolling up his sleeves, putting his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, frantic long hair flying in the wind, appeared on the long narrow soil on the other side of the grass field On the way.
Come slowly.