Chapter 160

Escort the black wizard Lamarck ramseymour back to axe and cross.

They were greeted by the thirty seventh generation pastor Doran.

As soon as we meet.

Said with a embarrassed smile, "Mr. Cole walker, I heard that a wizard died in New York."

Calder pushed Lamarck with his hands tied and said, "black wizard."

"Wow, is that right?"

With the prisoner, the three went to the entrance to the underground prison where the wizards were held.

Take off Lamarck's headgear under the spell of silence.

The crazy black wizard looked at him and said with a smile, "Hello, priest.

(inhaling) you look like a good man. "

As he spoke, his expression became fierce and roared, "you lovely little thing, I never went..."

The priest hurried up his headgear.

Then he punched Lamarck in the stomach and said to Cole, "don't underestimate me."

Calder was noncommittal and dignified.

Pastor Doran escorted the prisoner into the dungeon alone, and did not forget to say to Calder, "I will confess for what I have just done."

So as to win his trust and favor.

Stand outside the door.

Soon, I heard the quarrel below.

With a frown, Calder opened the iron door of the dungeon and hurried down the stairs.

"... the law is used as control and containment magic. Only when this Parliament operates, another war will not begin."

The anger of being betrayed by his fellow countrymen made Lamarck's forehead blue, his face red and his neck thick roared, "I won't lie. I'm proud of my behavior!

I killed your priest! Drain his blood like a pig! "

While he was arguing with the wizard judge.

Calder's dull voice sounded in the dungeon.

"Our priests, friends."

The witch looked up and said, "Calder, and..."

When she saw the cold man leaning on the stairs behind Calder, the smile she used to smile at her acquaintances suddenly collapsed and frowned.

"Murderer Cole walker, you... Have the courage to come to this dungeon where wizards are held."

Calder walked up to the table, said solemnly, "I'll talk about him later."

Turn around and take a look at Lamarck who actively shut up.

"So you will convict him without trial? Has anyone asked him if he has an accomplice?"

The witch was silent for a moment.

Take out the last tarot card and put it on the table composed of huge tree roots.

"There is no three of five elements card, that means he did it alone."

"Card is wrong. He attacked me with the resurrection of the dead. I haven't seen that kind of magic for 800 years since the post witch era."

The Witch of the trial sneered, looked directly into Calder's eyes, straightened her neck and said, "the queen witch is dead, and her magic can't return."

Because his friend died, the angry Calder put his hands on the table and roared, "impossible

"Enough!"

Ignoring his protest, the witch took off the necklace that activated the dungeon guard around her neck and said to Lamarck, "for the crime of illegal manufacturing and the crime of sacrificing humanity, we sentenced Lamarck ramseymour to be imprisoned under the bedrock of this Council hall."

In the face of endless imprisonment.

Lamarck roared wildly, "I took a stand! You weak fools! I'm proud of what I've done! I..."

This time.

Cole, who never spoke.

Rudely in the hands of the guard, he grabbed Lamarck's body and put him on the post.

Press his chest and neck with the elbow joint of his left arm, take out the dagger, directly cut off his right ear, then put the blade against his neck, and angrily said, "your parents gave birth to you to let you abandon the elements and the world, work for hell and the devil, and then talk about your position and pride?!

Shit! "

See things get out of control.

The Witch of judgment shouted quickly, "guard! Stop him!"

Cole broke Lamarck's nose with a blow.

Take out the justice trial, aim at his head and pull the trigger continuously.

The deafening gunfire echoed in the dungeon Council hall until the wizard's head was completely broken and could not see the original appearance.

Kicked the guards trying to catch him.

He punched another wizard trying to spell in the face and broke his front teeth.

Three steps went to the table and pointed a gun at the skull of the trial witch who was always high above.

Suddenly.

Other witches who were still chanting the spell quickly interrupted the spell for fear that the witch's head would be broken by bullets.

Violent and bloody means.

So that the thirty seventh generation pastor Doran, who was watching, was stunned.

For him.

Wizards are born extraordinary and should be above humans.

Unfortunately, the powerful wizard guarding the dungeon had no power to fight back against the wizard killer like a three-year-old child.

Even if Cole hadn't been merciful.

The current council chamber may be full of bodies.

Confronted the trial witch with a cold tone, he said, "witch, do you have enough level to convict with Tarot?"

Change the hardline and indifference against Calder, and face the black muzzle and bloody facts.

The witch took a deep breath and pretended to be calm. "I understand your principles, Cole. I'm not a black wizard. You won't shoot me."

Look at Calder.

"This is axe and crusade. Don't let him mess around."

The other party did not respond and turned away.

Cole put down his gun, looked around at the wizards and said to the witch in charge of the trial, "before you use tarot cards, remember to think that you are your assessment level."

The implication.

Your strength is also worthy of divining the trace of a powerful black wizard?

The witch's expression pressed her lips unnaturally, perhaps to suppress her anger, looked directly into Cole's eyes and said nothing.

Take the limited edition pen that Calder left on the table.

"Also, tell the wizard Council not to trouble me again."

Dropping this sentence, Cole turned and left.

Put your arms around.

Calder stood in front of the coffins of Doran of the 36th generation, looked down at the old priest, and his voice was a little sad.

"Child..."

For him who is not old or dead and bears the curse of a lonely life.

The thirty sixth generation is always the young priest who only cares about him when he first met, rather than using him as a weapon.

Cole came to him.

Looking at the body of the old priest who still kept the skin color of the living man, he said, "Calder."

"What?"

"Think of the plague black fly we found at his house this morning?"

No one knows his old enemy's dark magic better than him.

Stunned and reminded, he finally recalled another use of plague black fly in his long memory.

"Yes, the raw materials of curse and interrogation magic..."

Pat Cole on the shoulder as a token of gratitude.

Calder hurried to one side, took a candle, quickly carved patterns on it, and prepared to take out the black flies in the thirty-six generations.

This time.

The system prompt suddenly sounded in Cole's ear.

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