Chapter 482
Suddenly.
Reminiscent of the truth that she heard in the Imperial Palace that night.
The female reporter just felt a buzz in her mind.
People's cheers and excitement shouted, at this moment, her ears seemed to be covered with a false barrier, becoming fuzzy.
Like falling into the deep sea.
As if everything fell into bullet time in her eyes.
Medley Pucci complexion greatly changed.
Torrell, standing beside Rolando, frowned, leaned over to help him, still asking this Old Partner what happened today?
Suddenly.
The familiar smell of cigarettes, mixed with blood, floated into her nose.
Also awakened her dazed consciousness.
Amelia caught a glimpse of Cole over her back. The gaze from the distant abyss, like an indescribable thing, made her abruptly produce an extreme sense of horror with the towering hairs.
Take a deep breath of air.
Fill up the tight, suffocated chest.
The female reporter's gaze swept across the crowd. The original laughter was joyful, but she was inexplicably chaotic and intensely irritable. She just wanted to grab a pistol and kill them.
Kill yourself crazy!
This weird sense of horror comes fast and goes fast.
In an instant.
Amelia, who has regained control of her consciousness and body, is short of breath, her expression is horrified, she stands in place and screams hysterically, while running wildly in the direction of the crowd, she waved her arms loudly shouted, "All People, get out of here!"
She said suddenly.
Everyone at the scene cast their eyes.
Confused, puzzled.
No one knew how crazy she was suddenly happening.
Obviously Cole has executed the king of vampire, now is the time to celebrate the arrival of victory, why suddenly let them leave?
Rolando knelt on the ground.
The evil dagger originally inserted in his chest has been completely integrated into his body and soul.
His face is pale.
Kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, exhausted the last bit of strength, gritted his teeth, and said to Torell, "Go...tell the queen Your Majesty that everyone must leave immediately!
p>That thing...it...coming soon!"
Speaking of which.
Rolando lifts the head, let out a heart-piercing and painful growl, and then yelled, "Cole!"
Sudden change.
Everyone present was shocked.
No one knows what the Lord of Judgement Echelon is going crazy, and why he fell to the ground, so painful.
Perhaps they are too insensitive to the power of darkness.
Do not wait for Torell to ask carefully.
The numbness of his scalp, like a cold, damp thing, wrapped around his neck, and the inexplicable sense of fear deep into his abdominal cavity, made him complexion greatly changed!
Even the big devil imprisoned in his eyes became irritable.
All the way to the queen's side.
After a brief explanation of the reason.
A horror story about a certain kind of Evil God that does not belong to the world, is waiting all around, madly spreading among the crowd!
Facing a vampire, or a dark creature that can be seen and touched like a witch.
Human beings are not excessively fearful.
Only Evil God.
That is like the scariest bedtime story I ever heard in childhood.
It is like the primordial fear of deep darkness and unknown.
Nothingness, a fearful thing that cannot be figured out and resisted.
Absurd and weird, but real.
In an instant.
Everyone gathered up the equipment that was set up on the grass field to record the previous earth-shattering battle, and they fled and rushed to the distance.
Also in this brief moment.
The terrifying sarcoma spread crazily on Rolando's chest, flooding his chest, covering his neck and limbs.
Cole walked quickly over.
Before the soul fell completely into the abyss of pain, Rolando knelt on the ground, facing up, looking towards him with gradually dilated pupils, and said, "This is...our...last chance, Cole.
Grasp..."
The words are not finished.
The hideous sarcoma completely engulfed his body.
Mateusch’s expression was astonishing, his eyes widened, and he watched Rolando dying miserably in front of him in disbelief, without any resistance.
Medley grabbed his shoulder and backed continuously, saying solemnly, "Speaking of which is very troublesome, Matt.
Be careful, it's coming."
Cole's eyes are cold and ruthless.
Stand in place.
Take out a cigarette and light it slowly.
Afterwards.
From Rolando's feet, the earth began to mutate.
Continuously spread to the distance.
The withered weeds turned into distorted flesh and blood.
The scattered rubble has turned into piles of human bones.
Even in the severe winter, the frozen ground began to soften and turn into a quagmire.
This time.
Everyone at the scene wanted to escape, but it was too late.
Unspeakable darkness.
Shadow the light from the sky.
Weird and absurd laughter and madman's babbling, like auditory hallucinations, sounded intermittently in everyone's ears.
Gradually.
All those who flee for their lives are forced to stop.
In this overlook, under the vast expanse of evil darkness.
The people standing on the ground are as small as ants.
Their feet plunged into the foul mud, lifts the head, looked around all around, and watched in horror at the horrific changes happening around them.
"Damn! What happened?!"
Finally.
When one pair of eyeballs after another, densely packed appear in the dark void, like the sky reflecting in the abyss.
The creeping dark tentacles fell from the sky.
Sticky.
It's like a peeled octopus.
One by one, it hangs beside everyone.
It’s even more bizarre.
None of the people present screamed in horror.
Until Rolando fell on the ground...or the sarcoma monster, got up, stared at Cole with its grotesquely shaped eyes, and produced an incomprehensible, but clear and weird scale.
Long.
Profound.
"Finally...His successor broke the thousand-year rule and brought me to the world."
Cole stood there.
Everything in front of him was like the first time he witnessed the abyss of suffering.
Not true.
Not false.
However.
If it comes before, Cole will be afraid.
And now.
He finally understands.
Where is the evil thing that claims to be the Lord of Suffering and whose real name is Wupin Zakue Zinehel?
Not hell.
It's not what Rolando said, some kind of strange space that he could not guess.
Cole raised his hand.
This familiar feeling...the ether world.
To be precise.
This ghost has always been hiding under the curse that Rolando carried, the millennium agreement.
Even Cole cannot find an abstract concept.
Take a deep breath of cigarette.
Rolando deserves to be a demon-hunter born to engage in intelligence. With so many successors, only he is keenly aware that the existence of the Lord of Pain is not the devil and will Evil God in the traditional sense.
Or the Foreign Domain Evil God, which is preached as a god.
It's more like...a born in an abstract concept.
The god of etheric world who has been distorted by something evil and has self-consciousness.
Look around the changes all around.
It is not so much that it changes the physical world of reality.
It's better to say.
The etheric world spreads abstract concepts, and then covers them here.
It is very similar to the case in Newcastle.
But since this is the world of the ether...